Swear Words and Coffee
Chapter 3
When Malcolm came back, he was wearing a fleece sweater. He turned the radio on and he sat back next to me when a lovely song came on…
Nobody knows it, but you've got a secret smile
And you use it only for me
Nobody knows it, but you've got a secret smile
And you use it only for me
So use it and prove it
Remove this whirling sadness
I'm losing, I'm bluesing
But you can save me from madness
"You suddenly look so different. I'm used to seeing you in a suit all the time, you know. You look great."
He smirked and finished his tea, "Thanks. And I'm so not used to getting compliments on the way I look. Guess I'll have to get used to it now from ye, ey?"
I chuckled and emptied my cup too. Malcolm rested his head on the backrest of his sofa and yawned.
"I'm fucking tired."
I could hear it in his voice and ran my fingers through his fluffy dark grey hair.
"Lie down," I dared to order him.
He looked at me and did so. In a moment, he was lying on the sofa with a pillow under his head and me on his side. My back was against the backrest. Our head were just inches apart and he yawned again.
"Finally, you can get some proper rest and sleep 'cause you don't have to work 24/7 now."
He let out an approving hum.
I came closer and kissed him. One of my hands rested on his chest, my other hand was stroking his hair. His tongue impatiently slipped between my lips, found mine and he gently cupped my face and held my head in place. He deepened the kiss and I slid my hand under his fleece and untucked his T-shirt. A moan escaped his slightly swollen lips when my fingers touched his skin.
My lips curled into a grin when we parted due to the lack of air. I kept on stroking his belly and chest under his clothes, feeling a smattering of short and coarse chest hair, which was covering the area between his pecs and on his abdomen. His eyes were ablaze and my heart was pounding fast against my chest.
"May I ask you something?" I started.
"Yea, sure."
God how I adore that Scottish accent.
"When was the last time you had a girlfriend?" I looked at him.
He cocked an eyebrow in amusement.
"Well… I mean – I heard you saying to Ollie that you sacrificed all your life for the party and that you worked non-stop," I explained while starting to feel a bit uncomfortable.
"I had a girlfriend long ago, but it didn't work so great between us."
"Oh. Sorry. I shouldn't have asked you such a stupid question."
He ran his fingers through my hair.
"It's fucking fine, darling. Don't worry. You're just a wee curious about me, that's perfectly okay," he assured me.
I nodded, a bit embarrassed.
I bit my lower lip and continued, ''Actually… I wanted to ask you if you could take this lovely fleece of?" I asked shyly.
He let out a little laugh, removed it and placed it on the ground. He was wearing a long-sleeved dark grey polo shirt.
"Gorgeous," I whispered and returned my head to his chest.
"Oh, fucking stop it!" he said playfully. I could feel his chest vibrates as he spoke, "you are the one who is gorgeous here. Very, very beautiful, you are," he added.
"Thank you," I mumbled against his chest.
"Not at all, darling." He paused and his voice caught a more quiet tone, "But hey, you really want me? I'm fucking old… I mean, you could surely have a much better-looking man of your age.''
His words made me smile. He didn't believe that I fancied him like mad.
I had to explain, ''I've always been attracted to older men, you know. I've never had any interest in men of my age. Never. They've all seemed the same to me. The same behaviour, stupid puns et cetera. You're a little bit older than me, so what? I love you, Malcolm. I truly do.''
"A wee bit older? You know I'm fucking 48, yeah?"
"Of course I do. You can die your hair if you want to look younger," I giggled.
"You cheeky fucker, you," he grinned.
He pulled me up to him, so we shared the position like before. His dreamy blue eyes were filled with love, just as mine.
''Hey, handsome, I mean it. You may be older, swear like mad and whatever but I don't care. I don't give a shit about your anger, swearing, age, the lines on your face… - on the contrary – I like it. I love you. Everything about you – your voice, accent, smile, elegant movements and I could go on for a while. You're very attractive to me, Malcolm," I said softly. "You're absolutely gorgeous,'' I whispered in his ear.
"Thanks, sweetheart. I appreciate this. I've always loved and adored you."
He gave me a soft kiss and I smiled in response.
His blue eyes with a hint of green travelled across my face until he closed them – one could really see he was tired. Little red and violet veins were visible on his closed eyelids and eye bags under his eyes weren't missing.
"What are you going to do now? After you career as enforcer's assistant?'' he asked as his fingers were tracing along my collarbone, his second hand was under his head.
"Well, I'm actually an English and German teacher, so I'll see if I can find a job at some school."
"Interesting, I didn't even know you're a teacher. However, I couldn't teach… I'd probably kill those little fuckers if they pissed me off."
"And what about you?"
"I've worked at newspapers once. I'll try my luck there for now."
"Nice. I'm sure you'll find a job there."
I gently tucked his polo shirt up just enough to see his little belly. I watched my hand as I traced my fingertips along his sensitive skin and fiddled with the smattering of chest hair that was resting there. Malcolm bit his lower lip and purred like a satisfied kitten which was probably the sexiest thing I've ever heard.
I kissed his eyebrow, nose and finally I captured his lips. He gently sucked on my lower lip while his hands were exploring my hot skin under my clothes. His tongue played with mine and time seemed to stay still – I was completely overwhelmed by all the feeling and arousal. Our long, drugging kiss was over when I slowly pulled away. His lips were swollen and pink as he gave me a devilish grin.
"That was fucking belter," his voice was deep.
''I'm not exactly sure what belter means, sweetie. I love your accent, by the way'' I grinned at him back.
''Fucking fantastic.''
''So it was fucking, fucking fantastic?'' I asked jokingly, although knowing it was a stupid pun,
''I couldn't agree more,'' I added.
He locked his eyes onto mine green ones, placed his hand my cheek and stroked it with his thumb and I could feel my skin burning under his touch. He brought my head to his and nuzzled my nose. I run my fingers through his hair and stroked the back of his head. He let go of me, adjusted the pillow under his head, yawned and rubbed his tired eyes.
''We could go and have dinner at my favourite restaurant in the evening. What do you say, sweetheart?''
''That would be brilliant.''
He smiled at me softly and I told him to close his eyes and finally have some rest after those mentally and physically exhausting years. He rarely went home, didn't sleep much… for how many years again? I accompanied him only the last 2 years – and it was devastating. He was the only thing that kept me sane there.
I placed tender kisses along his jaw and then I moved lower to nibble at his neck. A quiet moan escaped his mouth when I bit harder. He swung both of his arms around my waist and pulled me to him. It was like his exhaustion was infectious. All the rest of my energy seemed to disappear and all I could do was to close my eyes. We were lying there together – me on top of him with my nose buried in his neck.
''Hey, I love you too, sweetheart,'' Malcolm whispered in my hair while he was drawing little circles on my back with his fingers and I felt the warmth flowing through my body.
I gently kissed his neck and smiled against it. I enjoyed the fading smell of his cologne accompanied by the intoxicating scent of him.
''What do you think is happening at our ex-party now?'' I asked.
''They're probably running around like headless chickens, full of stress, arguing, blaming each other for shit, fucking things up like usual.''
''I'd pay good money to see that.''
''Yeah, me too. Can you imagine Ollie that ponce as the new Director of Communications? That twat's gonna a be a fucking joke.''
There was a slight pause before he continued in a lower tone: ''I loved my job and our party… I just didn't expect they wouldn't give the slightest of fucks about me after all I had done for them.'' There was a bit of sadness in his voice, which made my heart twitch.
''Malc, I know it's hard for you now… But don't be disappointed or sad because of those arseholes. One day, every one of them will know how you felt – almost every one of them will have to go one day, resign or whatever… they'll feel the bitterness themselves. No one will give a damn. And, by the way, they didn't even deserve such a brill director of communications like you.''
''Maybe you're right. I fucking gave them 20 years of my life. Oh well…''
He cared, at least a bit. It must have been awful for him – being kicked out of the ship after so long. I sighed deeply and opened my eyes. The empty cups on the table were in my view.
''Yeah. That's how it goes, I guess… How about another cuppa, love?'' I asked.
''Why not.''
We got up and I followed him to the kitchen.
''Any special wishes?'' He asked.
''Well... Have you got one with apple flavour.''
''Aye.''
He put the kettle on and I leaned against the kitchen frame, right next to him.
''You look like you want to say something. Is everything okay?'' His eyes examined me thoroughly. Concerned Malcolm – that was new to me. He was so different in private and it was an honour to know his other side.
''No, no, I'm fine but-''
''Come on, spit it out, dear.''
''Well, my 'confession' in the car - it wasn't really appropriate, was it? The timing, I mean. I should have waited for a better occasion.''
Malcolm smiled slightly and shook his head. He wrapped his arms around my waist and stroked my back gently. I placed my hands on his chest and blushed a little.
''A better occasion? You haven't said anything and you've worked 2 fucking years for me.'' He spoke softly and I looked up back at him. ''If you hadn't said it today, you would never have done it. Our era would have ended. Trust me – it was a fucking good occasion. You cheered up when I needed it the most.'' His soft words made my heart flutter. We smiled at each other and he kissed my forehead.
''If you had kept your mouth shut, I would probably just sit here, stare at the fucking wall and drink.''
He traced his fingers along my collar bone to my V-neckline that revealed a bit of my skin, where his long index finger drew little lines on my chest.
''But you could have said something too.''
Malcolm watched his finger and shook his head softly.
''No, I really couldn't. I fancied you, wanted you close but that was it. As I said - I've never thought you would fancy me. I'm fucking 20 years older than you and definitely not a guy who women of your age would dream of.''
''It's 21 years, handsome.''
"Oh, that's fucking great," he chuckled
''No but seriously, thank you''
He bent down to kiss me and his body was pressing mine against the kitchen frame. Our kiss was interrupted by the kettle which signalised that the water was ready and I immediately missed his lips.
We went back and sat down when Malcolm's phone rang. He answered it and frowned. Despite the swearing, he spoke quite calmly. The short call ended with an annoyed 'yeah, yeah'.
''That was Ollie – their new dickrector of cockmmunications. We'll have to go back to the fuck office today to collect my stuff.''
''Okay.'' I nodded.
He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close. I put my arm behind his back and my second rested on his chest.
''I'd say we'll go there right after we finish our tea and when we come back, we could to the restaurant dinner I mentioned earlier – it's not far, we could walk.''
''Yeah, sounds great.''
''We'll have a nice evening together,'' His hot breath on my skin sent a shiver through my body. I smiled and my cheeks blushed slightly.
I looked up at him, ''I'm certainly looking forward to that.''
He cracked a smile kissed me gently.
I put my head on his shoulder, he kissed my hair and rested his head on mine.
I actually couldn't wait till we get back to the 'fuck office' like the king and queen of the world, like we don't a give a shit. That was the plan. And then? A perfect evening would await us.
And who knows? Maybe we'll be back one day… when everything is swept under a new thick carpet of new cock-ups.
Or maybe we won't.
