#talktothebeatles

[olivierperrier]

Such a Nice Day for a White Wedding

It was a lazy Sunday of the typical sort. After quite a long time of lazy kisses and other sorts the couple had rolled out of bed and made breakfast. Well, it was John's turn to make breakfast while Oli showered. Stepping out of the steamy tub and wrapping a towel around himself, Olivier inspected his face in the mirror. Running a hand over his jaw he frowned. Not a huge fan of himself with stubble - it was better on him than John though. So he decided a nice shave. Too lazy to find his own, John's shaving kit was right on the counter. Razor, check. Cream, check. Once smooth faced again he started to look for the after shave. Where was the damn thing? He has just remembered that John ran out when his fingers brushed something velvety. Confused, Olivier grabbed it and brought it out. It was.......a ring box. His heart started to pound faster in his chest. Why would John have this? Slowly he opened the box and almost dropped it. A silver ring with a tiny diamond set in it. He almost dropped it with surprise and disbelief. They had talked but...... "JOHN! JOHN WINSTON, COME HERE RIGHT NOW!"

[sunstreakerapologist]

Jade sat in a chair, tuning her bass. Eventually it was tuned to her satisfaction, and she smiled a bit. As she started to play she heard the door open and looked up, laying her hand over the strings to stop the noise they made. "Hey, knock next time," she said with a small laugh.

[olivierperrier]

Love on Film

It had been a year and a half. A year and a half since they realized (and confessed) they loved each other. A year and a half since their first kiss. And sometimes a year and a half is long enough for a decision to be made. It had started when they were lying in the cool autumn dark of Oliver's room just trying patterns and words on base skin as the moon was their light. Trading soft slow kisses Olivier had spoken up in a pause of silence. Just a question of two words: "Marry me?" The response was almost instant. "Forever and always." They had gotten married that cool September night right there, because who needed a church? Who needed a certificate when it was them knowing was the important thing? It was John who had brought up in the spring after a particularly stressful patch that they hadn't had a honeymoon. So they scheduled a trip to the seaside in France and stayed for two weeks. It was colder than ideal but perfect all the same. Out in the countryside there was no one to care and plenty of small towns to see. Olivier had bought a video recorder as a surprise. He didn't want to miss a second and remember this for as long as he lived. At first he had been sneaky, filming the country and John when he got distracted. His husband asleep on the train for seven seconds. John taking off his shirt and jumping into the pond by their cottage with a whoop of joy. Then when John had woken up thinking Oli was still asleep he went to wash his face and shave. Tiptoeing after him Oli filmed from around the door. The graceful slope of his shoulders, bleary blink after the washcloth, Oli couldn't think of anything more beautiful when John turned and a smile bloomed on his face seeing Oli with his bedhead and little camera up to his eye. After John comes towards him murmuring something sweet with a soft laugh that the camera doesn't pick up does the film switch off; Oli having put it down as warm arms brought him in for a long kiss and help in washing up. @ladyhollymccartney

[olivierperrier]

From Oli to you. He insisted as soon as he heard it.

[60sroleplaytruths]

— georgeharrisonsbutt

[60sroleplaytruths]

— Anonymous

[sunstreakerapologist]

Jade let out another small nervous laugh. It seemed to be the only sound she could make at this point, after all she had just met her soulmate and... Well he wasn't exactly a run of the mill guy. "Do you maybe want to go grab a coffee?" she asked him, rocking on her heels.

[olivierperrier]

Brave New World

-BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP- What was that God awful noise? It wasn't trash day, was it? Olivier groaned and opened his eyes to red blinking numbers. 7:00 AM. What the hell? Regardless of what it was, Oli was sleepy and able to find the snooze button. Rolling over, he found the smooth skin of John's bare back. That was more like it, that's normal. With a sleepy murmur he curled against his back and kissed John's shoulder. What Olivier was too tired to have seen, was this wasn't what his room normally looked like. A laptop sat on the opposite bedside table, two iPhones on top of it. The room was neat and modern while downstairs a silver refrigerator hummed. A thin tv instead of a boxy one. Quiet washing machines. Skinny jeans were folded in his drawers, perfect size for the lanky twenty four year old while his lover preferred straight legs in the drawer above. It was 2014 and the young versions of Olivier Perrier and John Lennon were here in their future. What could go wrong?