A/N: Can't stop wont stop. It's too hard to resist. So I guess I'm also going to be doing a series of Malcolm/Cookie oneshots as they come to me as well. I'm doing the most, but I really love the ship that is Mookie. I don't own them tho.

"Do we have to go?" Cookie whined, watching from the porch as Malcolm put the rest of their luggage in the truck.

"Yes Cookie. As much fun as this was, we have to get back people will notice if both of us are gone." He walked up to her and gave her a quick peck before grabbing the last bag from her hands.

"So, let them." Cookie folded her arms and Malcolm sighed looking at her with a grin. "What?"

He walked over to her and put his arms around her waist. "You sound like a child."

"I'm not a child." She pouted.

"See!"

"Whatever." She tried to break from him, but he held her tighter.

"We also have really important jobs to do. You have a concert to headline woman, your name is on it. Surely you want to be there for that." He pressed his mouth against hers and pulled back with a smile. "Plus, going back to the city will give us even more places to have sex in. Your place, mine, Empire.." He trailed off and Cookie hit his arm.

"Shut up Malcolm."

He took her hand and led her round to the passenger's side helping her in before making his way to the drivers seat.

"Ready?" He asked putting the car in drive.

"Yep." She smiled and leaned her head back against the headrest.

Cookie was messing around with the XM radio when she came across the 80s station and caught the end of Michael Jacksons "Wanna Be Startin Somethin."

"I love this song!" Cookie exclaimed turning the knob up a little, signing along.

Malcolm looked over and smiled. "I never understood why he was calling someone a vegetable."

Cookie snorted. "That's not what he's saying."

"Yes it is listen!" Cookie stopped singing along and Malcolm turned it up a little more.

"OhmyGod. He is saying vegetable!"

"Told you." Malcolm stuck his tongue out at her.

"And you call me childish." Cookie smiled as the song changed to Whitney's "Saving All My Love" and her smiled soon faded and she shut the radio off.

"Hey, what was that for? You not a Whitney fan?"

She didn't answer him, and he took his eyes off the road to look at her.

"Woah, you don't like Whitney? You know she's from my hometown? I don't know if I can be with someone who doesn't respect the vocal styling's of Ms. Whitney Houston!" He joked but she never laughed. "Cookie what's wrong?"

"It's not that I don't love Whitney I just can't listen to that song." She shifted in her seat.

"Why not?"

She looked at Malcolm and put her head down.
"It's silly."

"No it's not. Obviously it's not if you are upset."

"It's just. This was our song." Malcolm immediately understood.

"Oh."

"Yeah. I haven't heard it since. Well, since forever. I never listened to it when I was locked up. It would bring back to many memories and I'd get angry all over again." She picked at her nails while she spoke.

"You know I never pegged you guys as the type to have a song?" He tried to lighten the mood.

"Everyone has a song Malcolm."

"We don't have one." He shrugged.

"Well yeah, its too soon to have a song."

"When did you and Lucious decide?"

Cookie thought about it then sighed. "Our first real date."

"See, so it's not too soon. We should have a song too. Only, if you want one I mean."

Cookie looked over at Malcolm who in turn was looking at her back. She saw the sincerity in his eyes and smiled.

"Okay."

"Okay, So how does it work? A song magically comes on and its 'our' song?" He joked.

"Yeah."

"Really?"

"I mean, Lucious and I were walking through Central Park, of course we snuck to New York,

and there was this woman just singing her heart out to the song. It was beautiful and then he kissed me and we declared it our song."

"Well we're not in Central Park and it isn't our first date, but I have an XM radio with tons of stations."

He turned the radio on grateful for his good timing as the Whitney song was coming to an end before Anita Bakers "Sweet Love" blared.

"Now this is a good song."

Cookie scrunched up her face.

"It's too similar."

"Love songs of the 80s will be similar Cookie."

"Lets pick another decade then Malcolm."

"Oh, I have one." Take my phone out my jacket pocket and plug it into the aux cord.

Cookie did as she was instructed. "Now what?"

"Give it here."

She handed the phone over to Malcolm.

"This could be our song." He smiled and pressed play as Freddie Jackson began to sing;

There's something that I want to say
But words sometimes get in the way
I just want to show
feelings for you
There's nothing that I'd rather do
Than spend every moment with you
I guess you should know
I you so

You are my lady
You're everything I need and more

You are my lady
You're all I'm living for

He was singing along to the song he didn't notice Cookie wasn't saying anything.

"What? You don't like this song either? You are picky." Malcolm teased.

"It's not that. It's just weird."

"What's weird?"

"This." She gestured pointing between the two of them.

"You mean us?"

"Yeah. Saying that this is an us."

"Well, I'd like to think this weekend wasn't just a fling for us Cookie. You already know I how I feel about you."

"I know."

"Then you know I have no problem telling the world you are my lady," he smirked at her, and she gave him a slight smile back. "You are my lady right?" Malcolm took her hand and kissed her palm.

"I mean I guess." She joked.

"You guess. Woman you are mine now. Heart, soul, and definitely body." He wiggled his eyebrows causing her to roll her eyes.

"Someone is cocky."

"How can I not be when I have the most beautiful woman next to me?"

"Okay, enough with the smooth talk, you already got me out my clothes."

"And if it were up to me, you'd always be out of your clothes."

"Oh really?" Cookie leaned over the armrest and started to blow in his ear.

He turned his head a little to face her. "Cookie." He said with a warning tone. She feigned innocence and sat back with a smirk, unhooking the seatbelt and lifting her shirt up and over her head.

"What are you doing?"

"You said I'd always be out of my clothes, so I'm helping you with that."

"Cookie I'm driving."

"I know." She smirked and reached over to unhook his belt, Malcolm swerved a little.

"Cookie! I'm driving!" He tried to swat her hand away as she tugged at the zipper.

She leaned close and whispered in his ear, "I know, so pull over."

It didn't take Malcolm twice to do as was told, as soon as he put the car in park and put the warning lights on, he reached over to pull cookie into his lap. Reclining the seat and pushing it back, she clumsily tumbled on top of him laughing.

"Someone's in a hurry." She smirked.

"Don't start something you can't finish Cookie."

"Oh, Malcolm. You know I always finish." She smiled against his lips and pulled at his bottom lip with her teeth.

The next song started to play, D'Angelo's "How Does It Feel."

"Ahhhhhhh." Cookie sat up. "I loveeee this song." She started singing along, moving her hips along with the music causing Malcolm to groan.

"Uh, Cookie."

She smirked looking down at him, rotating her hips again. "What? You like that? How does it feel?" She giggled, singing along.

Damn that was sexy. Cookie was on top of him clad in a bra and a skirt, in his truck, with the D'Angelo playing on the radio it was like his dream come true.

"Yes, and I'd like it way better if we were naked."

"As you wish." Cookie stated, pushing Malcolms' sweater up and over his head while he reached behind her to unclasp her bra, pushing her against him. She pushed his jeans down and he bunched her skirt up around her waist, gripping her panties and tearing them from her body, she gasped.

"Malcolm! Those were expensive." Cookie exclaimed, he ignored her throwing them in his backseat.

"I'll buy you more." He silenced her by kissing her, her lips parted and he snaked his tongue in. While kissing Cookie into oblivion, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom, ripping it open behind her back. She lifted her hips and he rolled the condom on before Cookie sank down taking him all in. Malcolms' grip tightened on her waist, her hands splayed against his chest and her head thrown back as she started to move. She leaned down to kiss him, when they heard his phone ring.

"You've got to be kidding." Malcolm murmured.

"Ignore it." Cookie bit at his neck.

He was keen on doing that but it kept ringing, over and over again.

Cookie sighed and stopped, sighing in frustration.

"Whoever it is better have damn good reason. Answer the damn phone, they're ruining the song."

Without looking at his phone Malcolm pressed the call button on the truck and the voice boomed over the speakers of the car.

"Malcolm." It was Lucious.

As if the man were there in the flesh, Malcolm threw Cookie into the passengers seat with a yelp.

"What the he-" Cookie began to say before Malcolm put a hand over her mouth, pressing his finger against his lips motioning her to be quiet.

"Yes, Mr. Lyon?"

He removed his hand from her mouth, took the condom off, tied it up and threw it out the window. Nothing makes your dick go soft like that sound of your current girlfriends ex-husband's voice.

"What's your ETA? I know you were weekend, are you on your way back?"

"Yes sir. I um, I had a family emergency." He lied looking over at a pissed off Cookie, who rolled her eyes and started to put her bra back on.

"Well I hope everything is okay?"

"Yeah. Everything is fine." He smirked at Cookie, who smiled at his double entendre.

"Great, well when you get back I need to run a few things by you, I want to make some changed with security both at Empire and my home, there's some new developments I've come across."

"Really sir, if you don't mind my asking, like what, I thought I was aware of any bugs in the system?"

Cookie was ticked once again at Lucious, who happened to know the perfect time to interrupt when Cookie was about to get off. It's like he had it out for her, she thought.

She listened as Malcolm and Lucious continued to talk about some bullshit security business and wished he would hurry up and hang up, but once Malcolm got started about work he wouldn't stop, unless he was forced too, she thought and smirked.

Cookie sat up in the seat on her knees and leaned over, and put her hand in his boxers stroking him to hardness.

She watched him as he fought to keep his composure and not call her name out loud. So he mouthed it instead, that seemed to spur Cookie on further because her hands were quickly replaced with her mouth.

"Shit." He moaned.

"Malcolm?" Lucious called out. "Did you hear me?"

"Uh, yeah. I uh," He leaned his head back relishing in the feeling of Cookie's mouth on him, his hand moving to grip her hair, halfway because he wanted her to stop and halfway because he wanted her to go deeper. Cookie made the choice for him, when she took him further into her mouth. He had enough. "Lucious, I'm gonna have to call you back." He said quickly and before Lucious could respond to him, and he hung up before he came, calling out Cookies name over and over.

"Damn Cookie, are you crazy?" He said as she lifted her head up with a smirk.

"You're just now realizing that?" She laughed reaching in the backseat to find her abandoned shirt.

The D'Angelo tune picked up where it left off, and Cookie started to sing along again.

"I think this should be our song." She laughed as she sang along. "How does it feeeeeeeeel."