September 24, 1964. Bob's apartment, Woodstock, NY. USA

[bob_dylan_1964]

 After the whole thing had really sunk in about the baby I'd gone and decided I had bitten off more than I could chew at any moment. I had to distance myself from the situation. Playing with the Beatle dad on weekends was one thing, but I wasn't going to talk to his wife anymore. It wouldn't do either of us any good. At least...I was going to try

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[joan_baez]

I tugged unconsciously at the collar of Bob's shirt I'd borrowed to keep warm in bed. Though I'd brought junk like records and books over here as I'd begun to slowly move in, I kept forgetting the actual stuff I needed day to day. Like something to wear in bed, for example. And a toothbrush.

As I watched Bob sigh and drop the magazine over his face, I smiled at how strange it was to see his face turn into John Lennon's. I knew he'd probably appreciate the weird effect of John's head being on his shoulders, if he could actually see it.

Resting my head on his chest, I said quietly, "This is nice. I like just being able to sit in bed with you all day."

[bob_dylan_1964]

I smiled and picked up the magazine again. I glanced down at her and stretched with a heavy groan dripping from my throat.

"Mm, yeah. It feels good, but don't get too comfortable. I think I'll be back on tour soon," I sighed and settled back again into the matress and pillows. I reached out with my one arm and got myself a cigarette. I managed to light it and keep my other arm wrapped around her.

"Sometimes I don't ever want to get out of this bed."

[joan_baez]

"Yeah, I'll have to tour again soon too," I said, my voice turning weary at even the thought of leaving him or him leaving me so we could do some work. "But not just yet. I'm recording another album first."

I smiled again, drawing little circles on his arm with my finger. He was so warm. My skin always felt so cold against his until we'd spent two hours or so in bed either snuggled up under the blankets or being a bit more active.

"I want to do that one of yours, you know the one that goes No, no, no it ain't me babe? Do you mind?"

[bob_dylan_1964]

I thought about how her arrangement of the song might sound, how her voice would pick up and flow in the sound where mine didn't. It'd be good, but I'd have said yes either way.

I chuckled and nodded, my fingers moving up to curl in her thick hair.

"No, I don't mind. It'd be a good one to do," I smiled and let my eyes fall shut, breathing in her in.