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laurolive · 4 months

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Paul Talking About Linda

“I didn’t think that was your taste in women”

"I remember John Lennon saying, 'I didn't think that was your taste in women,'" recalled Paul. "But it doesn't matter what your taste was for when your wife comes along, if it's someone you love. I never really had a home for a long time, and I started to realize that I wanted that kind of warmth. When you're eighteen you can sneer at such things, but once you turn thirty, you reconsider. Mind you, I could have said to John, 'Well, look at you. You must be joking.' But we all grow up, get older and wiser."

From Super Seventies: 1973 Singles “My Love” by Paul McCartney and Wings

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Since Oct. 1968: “I never saw any reason to be somewhere that she wasn't.”

Oct. 20-31, 1968 Paul and Linda spend a 10-day holiday in New York City before bringing Linda’s daughter Heather back to London with them.

“The first two weeks in New York were a turning point in the relationship. It was then that they made the decision to be together and raise a family.”

PAUL RECALLS, “So we wandered round New York, getting tighter and tighter. We've always been very close and that was the beginning of it all. It was a great change in my life. I've always had quite serious relationships, I didn't have that many women. I had girlfriends and one-night stands a lot, the swinging sixties, sexual revolution. But this was the start of this new kind of relationship for me. I found it very liberating. I found it very good for me as a person. There was a newspaper headline, "Linda and Paul, 9000 Nights of Love", because apart from when I was busted in Tokyo, we have pretty much spent every night together. Personally I never saw any reason to be somewhere that she wasn't.”

From Many Years From Now by Barry Miles (1997)

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maureensmistress · 7 months

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Just for Practice - Pattie Boyd x Reader

You and Pattie have been best friends throughout all of high school, and you've done your best to be alright with that even if it's never been quite enough. But now Pattie is saying she wants to "practice" with you -- and you can be alright with that too, can't you?

Pattie Boyd x Reader, mostly SFW, angst and longing, word count ~1.8k, I found out Pattie went to an all girls' boarding school and here we are

Pattie knew you were only a few months younger than her, but there was something about you -- and maybe it was your big eyes, or your shy smile, or the nervous way you twirled your hair between your fingers -- that made her feel from the moment you met that she ought to look after you.

You were new to the school, too shy and awkard to make friends of your own, and desperately homesick because unlike Pattie you actually liked your family and didn't like being so far from them.

So Pattie took you under her wing. She was a little shy and reserved herself, but the kind of tall blonde beauty that even other girls wanted to be close to, and she made sure everyone was nice to you too.

For the last four years you had been just like her little sister. Cute and awkward and shy, always trailing just behind, always there when she needed you. Always and forever her best friend in the entire world. The kind of best friend you only have when you're fourteen, when the world is fresh and new and so are you, when being a few steps behind her was enough. Was all that you could ever need.

And maybe sometimes at night you wondered what it would feel like if you could be a little something more. Wondered if sisters was really the best there could be. Maybe sometimes when Pattie slept in your bed and you stayed up late gossipping and whispering you stayed up even a bit later, after Pattie had drifted off to sleep, and watched her blonde lashes flutter and her perfect lips part slightly as she drew breath. Maybe at those moments being sisters felt like a trap you couldn't get out of. Maybe, just a tiny bit, it broke your heart.

But to Pattie you were best friends. Nothing more. You'd reminded yourself of it every day since you were fourteen. That's why it was so odd when she said what she said.

"What if we did it just for practice?"

You blinked, looking up from your homework. It was just a few days into senior year, but you already had homework to do. Pattie did, too -- not that she was actually doing it. You were definitely the bookworm between the two of you.

"Did what?"

Pattie smiled her cute little gap-toothed smile, and cocked her head like she always did when you didn't listen. "I just told you. I met some boys this summer, but I was too shy to even talk to them. That's the problem with going to an all-girls' school." She pouted a little, and you rolled your eyes.

"Pattie, you're shy around everyone." It was true. For how pretty and sweet she was, Pattie was terribly shy around new people.

"I'm not shy around you," Pattie pointed out. "That's why--" she hesitated, glancing away for a second, and then her round blue eyes were focused on you and despite yourself you felt your stomach do a little flip. We're just friends, you reminded yourself.

"That's why I thought we could practice together. Since there's no boys around." She gave a little shrug, like it was just an idea, but you knew her well enough to know she was waiting nervously for your answer.

You slowly closed your history book, buying time. "Practice. Like... practice kissing?"

Pattie nodded mutely, her pink lips pursed slightly. She was watching you closely, her eyes as round and blue as you'd ever seen them.

"Are you serious?" It slipped out before you could help yourself. You weren't asking it rudely -- you genuinely wanted to know if she was being serious, because something had taken flight in your chest and you felt like you were falling.

But Pattie said, "Well, why not?"

You could think of a million reasons why not. But you already knew you weren't going to listen to any of them. Pattie, with her pale skin like a captured moonbeam and her soft blonde hair and her petal-pink lips, was an ethereal being to you. A spirit or a fae that could draw you to her whether you wanted it or not. But you did. You wanted it so much.

You nodded mutely, and Pattie's pink-glossed lips curled into another smile, and you felt rather certain that this was the biggest mistake of your entire life.

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"Okay," Pattie said softly, and then giggled, because neither of you had ever felt this awkward before.

You were knelt facing each other in the back of the library, between dusty shelves that no one came to peruse anymore, and your heart hammered in your chest. Your little gray school skirt just brushed the floor, your knees bare and already aching a little from kneeling on hardwood.

"Okay," Pattie repeated, voice hushed and more serious this time, the smile gone from her face.

Pattie wondered vaguely if you had ever kissed anyone before -- she hadn't, and she'd always assumed you would tell her if you did, but she realized now that she had never actually asked you directly so technically she didn't know. It was embarrassing and a little silly to think that you were both having your first kiss at eighteen years old, and not even a "real" kiss since you were just doing this as friends.

But another part of her, a very strange part that spoke in a whisper in the back of her mind, sort of liked the idea that she was the first person who would ever be allowed to kiss you. That this special moment would belong to her, and you'd always remember it, and so would she.

She didn't let herself think too much about that. Lately, she didn't let herself think too much about you in general. It led to strange places. Places like this.

It's just for practice, she reminded herself.

Pattie watched your lips closely, how they parted slightly and let out a little gasp as she cupped your face with both hands. She watched them until her eyes fluttered shut as she pressed her lips to yours.

She had no idea what to do -- all she knew was what she'd seen in movies and read in books -- but the electricity that shot straight to her heart made her want to pull you in deeper. Suck slightly at your lower lip, move one hand to the back of your head and the other to the side of your throat where your skin felt so soft and fragile and warm.

You leaned into the kiss, trying not to breathe too hard and give away how all the air had been sucked out of your chest the moment she touched your face. You were so afraid of doing something wrong, your hands trembling at your sides as her warm lips, sticky with gloss, moved tentatively against your own.

With her fingers curled into your hair and her other hand stroking the skin of your neck, then moving down to brush your collar bones so they tingled with electricity, you gave in to the warm feeling pooling in your stomach and you let your hands rest delicately on her shoulders.

She leaned in even closer, leaning into the touch. You could feel the heat of her skin through her thin school shirt, felt so burningly, achingly aware of the few inches between your bodies. Your hips twitched, wanting to close that gap, and you gasped into her mouth, frightened and ashamed.

But when your lips opened Pattie deepened the kiss, slipping her tongue between your lips and tentatively licking at the inside of your mouth. It was a clumsy, shy movement, but it hit you like lightning, made you moan in an embarrassingly needy way. You held her more tightly and tried to return each movement of her tongue, wanting her to know that you were trying even if you didn't know what you were doing. Your lips clumsily locked together and then fell apart, both of you trying not to make a mistake and yet chasing these new sensations as far as you could.

Then Pattie's hand moved from the back of your head to palm your breast through your shirt, and you made a squeaky little noise that Pattie would probably have laughed at under any other circumstances. So we're just practicing for the boys? you thought, and then her thumb ghosted over your nipple and your mind went blank.

Electricity shot through your body, made you press your legs together as you arched into her touch, silently begging for something you couldn't name. You wanted everything Pattie could give you, every touch and every breath and every glance even if it would never, ever be as much as you wanted, because what you wanted was to draw out every last drop of her, to swallow it whole and hold onto it for the rest of your life, to never exist outside of this moment.

You didn't know you were sliding your hands down, slipping your fingers between the buttons of her shirt. Her skin was so soft you could barely feel it and yet so hot that it burned. Pattie broke away when the button of her shirt snapped off, letting herself fall backwards so that you were left gasping in thin air.

You brought a hand up to smooth your messy hair out of your face, trying to control your breathing and hoping you weren't as flushed as you felt. Pattie's pale skin was glowing and pink, her lips swollen and full, lip gloss all smeared. But she looked so gorgeous that way, so beautiful and angelic, that you were terribly embarrassed. You must look like a mess next to her.

Pattie tucked her hair behind her ear and fingered the little hole in her shirt where the button should have been. "Look what you did," she said, smiling in amusement.

You let out a nervous, breathy laugh. "Sorry."

"It's okay." Pattie smoothed her clothes. "I don't think anyone will notice. But you've got lip gloss on your cheek."

You immediately brought a hand up to wipe your cheek and saw a glossy shimmer on your fingers. "You do, too," you said, looking again at her pink lips and smeary lip gloss.

Pattie nodded. "Next time I won't wear lip gloss," she said, with an embarrassed smile.

"Next time?" you asked, your heart turning over.

"Well, if you're okay with it," Pattie said, looking at you curiously. "It was good practice, right?"

Oh. "Yeah," you said, forcing yourself to sound casual. "Practice."

Practice.

That could be enough. Couldn't it?

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