A/N: So I must confess. This was supposed to be a one shot but after thinking long and hard and reading reviews I'm gonna make this a full on fic. Basically this story is my wishes for the Mookie ship that came in and sailed. This picks right up after the last chapter the first section is Malcolm POV and the rest is Cookie. I think it's mostly going to be from her POV but I'll let you know when it changes. Again I don't own a thing except the ideas for these two lovely characters.

Special s/o to DatNookieThang for being my personal cheerleader/confidant/bigsis/crazyidearunnerbyer/supporter.

Long Live Mookie!

What were you thinking?

Malcolm gripped the steering wheel tighter as he drove along the expressway. His mind replayed that kiss over and over. He knew it was against protocol, he knew he should have walked away. He just, couldn't.

"All I had to do was check on her and leave." He said aloud to himself.

He didn't have to bring her soup, he didn't have to stay and eat with her and he damn well didn't have to have a heart to heart on her couch, yet he did and he wasn't willing to comes to terms with the why.

There was something about her that drew him to her. Sure it didn't hurt she was breathtakingly beautiful, but for reasons unknown to him he was able to see her. Underneath the expensive clothes and furs, the perfectly applied makeup, the every single strand in place hair, was an extraordinary woman who wanted love. From her sons, from her ex-husband and from this unfamiliar world she was thrust back into, she just wanted to feel loved, accepted and appreciated.

Dammit Cookie.

The more he thought about her the more he craved to want to be near her.

"I gotta end it." He nodded talking once again to himself before pulling up to Empire Enterprises unlocking the car door as 3 other men in suits slid in the explorer.

"Took you long enough Mal." Jennings laughed.

"Sorry, didn't expect to be out so long."

"Is she still alive?" He looked over from the passengers seat.

"Yea, she's fine."

"Who ya'll talking about?" Evans shouted from the back of the car.

"Doesn't matter. Where are we going?"

"I thought it was you job to know Mr. Head of Security or you too busy trying to put the moves on the former Mrs. Lyon?" Jennings teased. "I'm kidding! Let's go, we're following Marshall up ahead. A big show down with this Beretti guy, the one stealing the clients and shit, so I hope you are packing."

"Always." Malcolm said as they pulled off.

xxx

Two days. It had been two days, 16 hours and about 24 minutes since she last heard from Malcolm. She hadn't seen him walking around the office at all since that afternoon in her apartment and it bothered her. A hell of a lot more than is should, but it did. She tried not to focus on it too much she had a lot on her plate. An upcoming single for Tiana, Jamal would be releasing his second album soon, Porscha being Porscha, Lucious being the devil he was, and to top it all off her eldest baby was laid up in a fucking crazy house.

Sighing Cookie opened up her laptop and started looking up this so-called Bipolar Disorder, if this is what Andre had to deal with she was damn sure going to make sure she knew all there was to it.

Lost in her thoughts she didn't even hear the first knock. It was the second knock that got her attention as she put the end of the pen to her mouth and yelled for whoever to come in without glancing towards the door.

"May I have a word?"

She looked up quickly at the smooth voice she recognized belonging to Malcolm and held back a smile. It had only been two days but damn he looked good. Aware she was staring for an unnecessary length of time she opted to lighten the mood.

"Uh oh did I violate some top secret super classified security code?"

"No I'm the one that violated the code. My own personal code of conduct and that's a problem," he replied a serious tone.

Realizing his demeanor was more serious than hers she straightened up in her chair and spoke with tone that matched his. "Yeah, well I'm sure you know I got a nasty rap sheet, so I'm not really one to judge." She continued to stare the computer screen; anything was better than looking at Malcolm and facing her rejection head on.

"Well, I've been disloyal to my commander, by falling for his wife." Cookie's eyes shot straight towards his and she leaned back in her chair with a smirk. She watched his body movements as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other controlling his every movement from the balling of his first to the crease in his eyebrow. "That is a serious breach of ever pledge I've ever sworn. So I hope you understand that I will be keeping my distance… and I didn't want you to think that I wasn't, you know… around… yeah."

He came to her office to tell her that he couldn't be around her because he was falling for her? And now he was trying to leave. Like hell.

"Um. Wait." She stood up from her chair and slowly walked towards him. "Are you saying you're falling for me?" There was a hint of disbelief in her voice. I mean sure she flirted outrageously with him since he started at Empire but she didn't expect it to go beyond that. Well, except for the kiss in her apartment. Ah.

"I'm saying that, I can't stop thinking about you, and I'm sorry if I overstepped." He turned to leave again and got further before Cookie called his name.

"Malcolm?"

He stopped and turned around to face her. Her feet had a mind of their own as she took the last remaining steps until they where chest to chest. She took the opportunity to study his face, the thick eyelashes, the smoothness of his dark skin, a small skin discoloration under his hairline; speaking of hairline she saw the awkward ass part in the side of his hair and smiled. Her eyes met his and there it was again the same spark that had been there in her living room on that couch. He wanted her, but he was too caught up in respectability politics to do a damn thing and it irked Cookie's last nerve.

Once again she watched as his eye traveled to her lips and she swiftly moved to kiss him. Slow. Deliberate. Soft. She noticed his hands didn't move they stayed by his side in an attempt to have control over his body. When she pulled back she gave him a giant grin looking up at him through her lashes.

"You still want to leave?"

The mood changed. She felt the shift, his resolve was slowly breaking. He looked down at her with lust filled eyes.

"You want me to?"

She smirked. "No."

Before Cookie could blink, Malcolm's arm was around her waist his lips crashing with her kissing her like his life depended on it. Her back hit the wall as he turned their bodies, caging her in. Every part of their bodies were touching it was impossible to tell where she ended and he began. She ran her hands along side his biceps before moving them to the back of his neck. His hands ran long her waist, over her stomach; to the underside of her breasts wanting to feel every curve she'd been teasing his with for the past two months.

His lips moved along the side of her face from her ear to her neck staying there for a moment, sure that he'd given her a damn hickey. It just felt so good, and frankly; she didn't really care. Her hands moved to his hair guiding his head back to her lips as she coaxed his mouth open and he allowed her tongue to seek entrance. They battled for dominance before she let Malcolm have control over the kiss his hands fisting her hair to angle her head. Their bodies got even closer as Cookie could feel his erection pressing against her as she felt the moisture between her legs.

Shit.

The man could kiss that's for sure; she can't remember the last time she got this wet from a damn kiss. Pulling her out of her thoughts was the feel of Malcolm's hand at the hem of her dress pushing it up towards her hips as his hands cupped her through he underwear and his mouth moved along her shoulder she felt him smirk. Bastard.

"A kiss is all it takes huh?" Malcolm said without warning slipping a finger into her heat and Cookie threw her head back with a moan.

"I mean … it's been …" she moaned not being able to get another word out as he added a second finger thrusting in and out.

"17 years." She finally finished completely giving into the pleasure. His fingers continued to work her as she closed her eyes, mouth half open small barely audible moans escaping her lips. She felt his eyes on her, he was watching her, studying her every movement and she'd be lying if the thought of him watching her wasn't making her wetter by the minute.

When she had sex with Lucious, again – and again – they skipped all the foreplay and went straight for the gusto they couldn't be bothered waiting any longer. But this? This was different, every stroke of his finger, every wet kiss laid on her lips, neck and shoulder was passionate, was meaningful like she was the most precious thing in the world.

She was taken out of her thoughts when his thumb grazed her clit slightly and she felt her knees weaken and her hands grabbed at his shoulders before moving his face up and capturing his lips once again. His fingers never stopped and he curled them attempting to move deeper and that set her over the edge as she cursed and he swallowed her moans with kisses.

"Shit." She gasped into his mouth and he smirked. That's when she felt it, the familiar sensation in her stomach, but before she could find the release she desperately wanted they heard it. The shrill ring of Malcolm's phone brought them back to reality; the reality they were in Cookie's office with an unlocked door. The reality that Malcolm was fingerfucking Cookie Lyon in her office with an unlocked door.

For a moment they just stared at each other as the phone kept ringing, Malcolm made up his mind let it continue to ring as his fingers continued their movements faster till Cookie couldn't take it and came slick on his fingers. He muffled her cries with his mouth until the high subsided and she rested her forehead on his shoulder breathing heavily, her hands at her sides.

"That was amazing." She said breathless lifting her head up to look at him.

Malcolm looked down at her smiling.

"I'm glad you thought so, a pleasure to satisfy you ." He replied with a husky, deep voice and damn if she wasn't wet again.

She looked down at the tent in his pants and cupped him through his pants.

"I guess it's my turn to return the favor." She smiled as she began to pull his zipper down. That's when they heard it a second time. Malcolm groaned and fished his phone out of his pocket.

He glanced at the phone. Lucious Lyon.

Cookie looked down and read the name with a groan.

"It's like he has a damn GPS in my panties." She smirks. "Maybe I just should stop wearing them."

"Now Ms. Lyon indecent exposure is a crime in some states."

"Then I guess you'll have to arrest me."

She leans in to pull his bottom lip into her mouth, biting softly and her hands move inside of his boxer briefs.

It took everything in Malcolm to pull away from her, giving them some space. "Cookie, I have to go."

"Fine," she huffed and removed her hand.

"I'll come over later?" He asked.

"No can do. Signing the IPO papers tonight at Lucious'. I'll call you when it's all said and done?"

He gave a quick peck before she could even deepen the kiss and pulled back. "See you around."

"Wait."

He knows better than when Cookie says wait it means he probably won't be leaving anytime soon. With a sigh he turned around.

"Cookie…"

He turns around to see her prop herself on her desk and slide her panties down her legs before tossing them his way; he uses his quick reflexes to catch them. His mouth going dry instantly. Holy shit. I'm going to kill Lucious.

"I mean they're no use to me now."

She walks back around to have a seat.

"You should put those somewhere safe and I suggest you get rid of that." She smirked pointing to his ever-growing erection.

"You're killing me Cookie. Killing me." He murmured swiftly walking out of her office. He could hear her laugh as he walked out; he was going to make her pay later.