A/N - Sorry for the delay. Real life stuff + rewrites + catching up on TV can do that to a person ya know. I hope it was worth the wait I rewrote this chapter a good 5 times. Their time in the Berkshires will be a two parter this chapter taking place the first day/night they are there and the second being the second night. Per usual I don't own the characters. Shoutout to DatNookieThang for keeping me on track. And for everyone that reviews or reads at all THANK YOU VERY MUCH, ya'll keep me going. All mistakes are my own sorry about that. So I'll stop talking and give you what you came here for. Enjoy. xo J.

"So where are we going?" Cookie asked running her finger along Malcolm's jaw as he drove.

"It's a surprise." He smiled.

She pouted as he turned to look at her.

"Not gonna work on me Cookie. I don't fall for the puppy dog eyes anymore."

She huffed and sat back in her seat.

"Fine. Don't tell me."

"I won't."

She turned up the volume on the radio and played with the tuner till she found a station she liked.

"What ever happened to the classic tuning, you know with numbers? Now there's all this satellite XM bullshit."

Malcolm laughed.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"What? You finding me being technologically challenged hilarious?"

"Not at all. It's actually kinda adorable."

Cookie snorted. "I've been called many things and let me tell you adorable wasn't one of them."

"I find that hard to believe with a name like Cookie."

"It's not like it's my real name." She muffled to herself searching her purse for her go to snack realizing she didn't have any twizzlers she panicked.

"We need to make a stop?"

"Why what happened? Did you leave something?"

"My twizzlers."

He snorted and soon was laughing uncontrollably.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. I need them. I'll explain the story to you just get me to a store."

"Yes ma'am. I guess we could pick up some food while where there, not sure if it's even stocked."

"That what's even stocked."

"I'm not telling you." He sang.

"Mangos or Cantaloupe."

"Mangos."

Cookie smiled, they'd spent that last 30 minutes in the small grocery store. What started out as a stop for twizzlers and alcohol, turned into a full-fledged fridge stock up. Plus, Malcolm used this time to learn more about Cookie, through food of course.

"Strawberries or Pineapples."

"That's not fair. Both."

"Pick one."

"Fine. Strawberries." In the cart they went.

"Shame, you know what they say about the pineapples right?"

"No what?"

He leaned down to whisper in her ear and we watched as she blushed, reaching in the cart putting the strawberries back and grabbing two pineapples.

"Just to be sure." He threw his head back and they laughed.

By the time they got to the register they had fruits, vegetables, meats, breads, coffee, wine and of course twizzlers.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Wait here."

Malcolm raced down the aisle until he found what he was looking for. Condoms.

He looked at the variety smirking to himself as he reached out to grab a box of Trojans. Maybe three to be safe.

He came back just in time to see the clerk ringing up the last items.

"Geez what made you go running off like th-" Cookie stopped mid-sentence watching him spill the contents on the belt.

"Oh." She looked at him, then back to the boxes, then back at the clerk who coughed breaking Cookie out of her trance. She needed that bag of twizzlers stat.

They loaded up the car and got back on the road. Cookie viciously opened her bag to twizzlers to keep her mind off the three boxes of condoms Malcolm just purchased, she didn't know why she was reacting like this. It's not like she didn't think that's why she asked him to take her away for the weekend, its what she wanted. Still her insecurities were getting the best of her and seeing the condoms made her anxiety run high. Since she quit smoking when she got anxiety Twizzlers were her substitute of choice, albeit an unhealthy one but it was better than nicotine she guessed.

He didn't miss the change in her demeanor so he tried to get her to talk again.

"So, if Cookie isn't your real name then what is?"

"It's embarrassing."

"Oh come on it can't be that bad."

"You really want to know? When I told Lucious he laughed for days."

"I do want to know and I'm not him. Spill."

"Ugh. Fine. Lor-e-tha." She drew out.

"Loretha."

"Yup, go ahead and laugh."

"I'm.. why Loretha?"

"Hell if I know, all I know growing up with a name suited for a 60 year old church mother was hell."

He laughed.

"Sorry, Sorry! It's just you don't strike me as a Loretha. How did you end up with Cookie then? Your mom took pity on you?"

"No."

"The boys in the neighborhood gave it to you?"

"Hell no."

"So then what's the story, there's got to be a story."

"Old Man Wallace at the Diner."

"You're like a walking Good Times episode."

She playfully nudged his arm. "I'm serious. We called him Old Man Wallace, he was old as hell. Anyway, he owned this small diner about a mile and a half away from my house. I would stop by everyday afterschool and use my lunch money there to buy a big ass chocolate chip cookie and a glass of milk." She gestured with her hands to show the size of the cookie.

"Seriously?"

"I'm serious. I don't know why those cookies were huge, he made them from scratch and they were my crack. I would come in everyday and order my usual. He would always tell me, 'you keep eating my cookies you are gonna turn into a cookie, cookie.' Then it just stuck. He started calling me Cookie. Then he got tired of taking my money so let me work there for a bit, promised me he'd teach me how to make them so I could make em myself."

"Did you ever learn?"

"Yup. I make the best damn chocolate chip cookies West Philly has ever had, after Old Man Wallace of course."

"So he gave you the name Cookie but how did everyone and they momma start calling you Cookie?"

"Well I worked at the diner for so long my nametag just said Cookie everyone called me Cookie cuz everyone went to the diner. Except my mama, she never called me Cookie she hated it. Thought I earned it being fresh with the neighborhood boys or some shit. She always called me Loretha, much to my distain." Cookie shrugged chewing on another Twizzler, Malcolm tried to reach over and grab one but she swatted his hand away.

"I'm guessing you and your mom aren't close."

"At all."

"Care to share?"

"Not unless you have 17 hours and bottles of wine." She ate another.

"Good for you we have an entire weekend. We'll save that for later. Right now it's me and you and Stevie on the radio." He turned the music back up and started belting Stevie Wonders My Cherie Amor off key.

Once they got settled Cookie finally turned on her phone (Malcolm had forced her to turn it off the entire car ride, insisting this was a call-free trip) while Malcolm put the groceries away. 15 missed calls. Damn.

7 from Lucious.

2 from Becky.

2 from Jamal.

4 from Porsha.

She dialed the most recent one, the only one she was willing to answer because they wouldn't question her.

"Hey Porsha."

"Cookie, where you at? Everyone is looking for you. Artists are lined up to try and get featured for the concert."

"I'm on a vacation. Forward all the calls to my cell and don't tell anyone where I am okay?"

"Okay?... Where are you?"

"Vacation in the Berkshires. No one needs to know that. Just forward my calls." She hung up without so much of a goodbye. She threw her phone down and plopped down on the bed, lost in her thoughts she didn't even hear Malcolm come in the room. He stood along the doorframe watching her, she felt a gaze and opened her eyes to look at him smiling

"What you looking at?"

He walked over to her kneeling in front of her unzipping her boots.

"You."

"Why?" She raised her eyebrows at him.

"Because I like looking at you when you're peaceful." She smiled.

"And I really like when you smile." He kissed her quickly before deciding to lie next to her on the bed. He pulled her to him wrapping his hands around her waist, her head tucked under his chin.

"So what do you have planned this weekend ?" She turned her head up to look at him.

"Well. There's a heated Jacuzzi out back, a sauna, a walk in the woods, I can teach you some awesome hunting skills, snowball fights, breakfast in bed, some hiking, and sex. Lots and lots of sex."

"You know all that sounds great minus all that physical activity you have me doing." Cookie complained. The idea of working out was forgeign to her, while there was gym access in prison Cookie never felt inclined to touch any of the equipment. The only exersise she got was getting into fights over stupid shit just to amuse herself.

"Even the sex?"

"Except the sex. " She giggled.

"Come on Cookie it will be fun. The Berkshires is beautiful around this time, there's a great path that's already cleared we could go for a run."

"Does it look like I run?"

"No. But it's never to late. It takes 21 days to start a habit."

"And 21 days to break it." She finished.

"Ah so you're familiar with this. What was yours?"

"Nicotine."

"You smoke?"

"Used to. It was worse when I was locked up, I would smoke a pack a day maybe."

"Why'd you quit?" He moved so he was facing her, his head propped up on his hand.

"Jamal told me to. He came to visit me on his 16th birthday. He said 'Ma you look sick' I told him I was fine but he saw right through me. That was my 6th year locked up, I was just not doing well at all. I wasn't eating, just smoking and fighting. He told me to quit and get my shit together. He was 16. My 16 year old son telling me to get my shit together, broke my damn heart. So, I stopped. But I was still craving something, insert twizzlers. Those motherfuckers got me into so much trouble. Smuggling them in was a bitch, but it was well worth it."

Malcolm laughed again. "Cookie, you are the most interesting person I've ever met."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No. Not at all. It's a good thing. A really, really good thing." He moved to kiss her neck when her phone started ringing. Malcolm groaned and scolded her.

"I thought we said no phone calls Cookie."

"But this is work and it's really, really important. I'm headlining a huge concert here!"

"An hour tops Cookie. At least till I finish making dinner."

"You cook?"

"Oh yeah. Chef Devaux at your service." He got up from them bed. "An hour."

"Yes sir." She mock saluted him before pressing the phone to her ear.

"Cookie Lyon..."

"That was T.I's people he wants to do Come Away With Me. This is gonna be huge." Cookie beamed tucking her foot under her. "You know my names on it right, Cookie Lyon presents."

Malcolm walked over with two glasses of red wine in hand, smiling. "Can Cookie Lyon presents take some time away to spend with me?"

"Yeah, sorry. I'm done. I promise." She took his hand and he led her to the floor where he'd laid out a fur rug.

"No don't be. Are you nervous?"

"Me nervous?" She laughed it off. "Hell no… well yeah, It's just. I haven't been with anybody but Lucious." She confessed lowering her eyes.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

"That's beautiful." That made her look up at him.

"Look we can take this as slow as you want because you're in charge."

Cookie just stared at him for a moment, quite unsure what on earth she did in this world to deserve someone like Malcolm. You're in charge. Cookie dwelled on those last few words replaying them in her mind over in over. I'm in charge. Cookie was confident in everything she did except this. I'm in charge. He was looking at her waiting to see if she would take the open invitation. He was letting her set the pace, set the scene something she was all too unfamiliar with. She gulped swallowing away all of the doubts and insecurities she just let go, her hand moved in its own accord to the buttons of his shirt popping them open roughly. All those years of Navy training seemed to pay off, she always suspected he had a body but actually being this close she was mesmerized. His chest was blemish free and the color of rich dark chocolate, his skin was smooth ,he had a tattoo on the right pectoral muscle and a killer six pack her thoughts left her mind before she could control it.

"Oh you work out." Then she was up on her knees grabbing his face to press her lips aginst his own. She held nothing back, immediately opening her mouth to force her tongue in his. She felt him pushing back against her until her back hit the soft rug, she never lost control of the kiss. She moved her hands along his chest, up his shoulders slidding the shirt from his body tossing it across the room. Her hands

were now free to roam his skin moving over his lower back, up his spine, his shoulder blades before resting them on his shoulders. She pulled back from the kiss to get air and looked up at him through her lashes.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. I just.." She sighed feeling embarrassed. Knowing he told her she had the control all of a sudden she lost the confidence, as if he were reading her mind he titled her chin up to force her to look at him.

"You're doing fine."

She snorted.

"Okay we'll do this. I'll take over and at any moment, you let me know when you want in okay?"

It sounded so ridicious. Like it was a boxing match and they could just tag in and out the players.

"I feel stupid."

"Cookie, don't. Here we need a safe word, if you don't like it or it just doesn't feel good to you say twizzlers." She laughed uncontrollably. "I'm serious! Our safe word is twizzlers." He leaned down and nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck before looking at her seriously.

"Relax. You trust me right?"

She nodded, he was still hovering over her their hips aligned, his elbows on either side of her head.

"Good." With that he leaned down to capture her lips again. His kiss was slow this time, lazy as his mouth moved over hers. He bit her bottom lip lightly before running his tongue along her teeth, he felt her smile before mixing his tongue with hers. He pulled her up turning her around so her back was to him and his mouth found a spot on her neck in the center of her tattoo. His tongue traced along the lines of the black ink while his hands moved to the zipper at the front her her shirt slowly unzipping the fabric from her body. Cookie's head lolled back and she just let the sensations overtake her. He tossed her shirt aside and he moved his hands to unbotton the top of her jeans and slip his hand inside. Her breath hitched as she felt the all too familiar feeling of his fingers playing her like a bass guitar hitting every note with ease. He moved his hand and she wimpered in protest.

"Malcolm." She moaned.

"Relax baby. I got you." He whispered into her ear. He lie her back on the rug gripping her waist to pull the jeans of her body urging her to push her hips up. He pulled her underwear and jeans down in one swift move tossing them near her shirt, while she reached around her back to unhook her bra and toss it somewhere.

Cookie felt bare and completely exposed. Malcolm sat back on his haunches as a naked Cookie Lyon was sprawled out before him. Her dark hair fanned out against the rug, the light from the fire gave her an ethereal glow that highlighted the brown in her skin, she looked fucking beautiful.

"You are so beautiful, Cookie."

"And you have on too many clothes Malcolm." She reached up pulled him down to her, her hands moving to unbuckle his belt and unzip him his pants. He pushed away and stood up removing his boxers and pants toeing off his socks, he pulled a pack of condoms from his back pocket before making his way back over to Cookie, he was about to kneel back down when Cookie put a hand up to stop him.

"Wait."

Malcolm gave her a confused look. Cookie smiled seductively and got up in front of him on her knees.

She was curious really. She knew what to expect with Lucious, because it was Lucious. But Malcolm, was a different ball game. He was in better shape than Lucious that was for sure, she could see every detail of his muscles they were hard. She ran her hand from his ankles to his toned calves, up to the hardness of his thighs he probably ran track at some point in his life she guessed. She let her hand continue it's upward path until she reached her destination. He might have been freaked out but she just wanted to look at it. He examined his dick with careful scrutiny comparing it to the only other one she's ever had in her life. Malcolm was definitely thicker-that she could tell- Lucious was longer. Malcolm finally spoke pulling her from her thoughts.

"Like what you see?" He chuckled.

Instead of replying Cookie's tongue darted out as she traced along the veins. Cookie heard his breath hitch and she did it again.

"You like what you see?" Cookie threw the question back with a smirk. "I'm gonna show you how girls from West Philly do it." He never got a chance to respond because all he felt was Cookies hand grab the base of his dick and the warmth of her mouth. His hand instinctively grabbed her head but he loosened his grip allowing her mouth to adjust to his size. He got the okay when Cookie pull him in deeper, pressing her palm against his bare ass to bring him closer. He watched as her head bobbed, her hand moving up and down slowly, alternating sucking, licking, blowing he could of swore he even felt her bite. That shit felt good.

"Damn Cookie." He closed his eyes his hands fisting in her hair, pushing himself deeper in her mouth which she gladly look.

"Fuck." The curse escaped his lips as she was going faster now, he squeezed his eyes shut feeling the overwhelming sensation he called out her name. "Cookie, stop." He didn't want it to be like this. The last thing he wanted for his first time having sex with Cookie was busting a nut in the woman's mouth, but she was relentless never giving up. His cries to stop only seemed to make her go faster.

He didn't want her to stop but he had fully intended on letting her cum first this go round. It took all the strength he had to pull her away. "Cookie."

She halted her movements thinking she was doing something wrong.

"What? Is it bad?" He noticed the change in her tone.

"No. Definitely not bad." He smiled looking down at her before pushing her on her back once again.

"Then what is it?"

"You spent all your life doing for other people, I want to do this for you. "

"Do what?" She scrunched her face up, thoroughly confused by his words. It wasn't until she watched him put the condom on and pull her legs up that she knew what he meant.

"Ladies first." He smiled at her and she smiled back realizing why he stopped her. He positioned himself at her entrance, staring into her eyes. "You ready?" Cookie just nodded, silently laughing to herself about how awkward first times could actually be, even at 46. He pushed his hips forward, slowing invading her inch by inch. Cookie clenched her teeth and turned her head to side as he filled her completely. He halted giving Cookie time to adjust to his size, and suppressed a groan when he felt her tighten around him.

Cookie turned her head back to look at him and took his bottom lip into her mouth and Malcolm took that as an invitation to keep going. He withdrew completely before pushing himself back in, his thrusts were slow, drawn out and driving Cookie absolutely crazy. She dragged her nails along the muscles of his back, he caught her moans in his own mouth, swallowed her gasps, tongues mixing together to the same rhythm of their bodies.

Malcolm tested the boundaries by pushing Cookies legs further back hitting new angles causing her to rip her mouth away from his and elicit a small scream then rendering her speechless. He smiled as he buried his face in her neck moving faster now, spurred on by the soft moans in his ear like she was telling him a secret only he could hear. Once they found a groove, he felt Cookie take more control clenching her muscles around him she felt that feeling in her lower abdomen before screaming out his name as she came. He thrust a few more times before his own climax hit him and he collapsed on top of her. He withdrew from her to lie beside her their eyes closed. He opened his eyes and looked over at her with a satisfied grin and propped his head up on hand.

"So, did I meet your expectations?"

Cookie snorted, her eyes still closed. "Meet them? I'd say you surpassed them."

"As did you." Cookie opened her eyes to look at him, smirking.

"You ain't seen nothing yet."

With newfound confidence, she flipped him on his back straddling him, stroking him back to hardness she slipped another condom on as she guided him to her center. The nervous Cookie minutes ago was gone and replaced with one that was in total control of her body, his body, and the pace. She took him in inch by inch, her hands splayed along his chest head down her hair falling in front of her face. She began to move at a leisurely pace rotating her hips to find a rhythm. Malcolms hands gripped her waist as he pushed up to meet her thrusts when then became frenzied, she threw her head back biting her lower lip.

As much as Malcolm wanted to let her have the control, he couldn't take it flipping her on stomach switching positions lifting her hips up he plunged entering her from behind, eliciting a loud scream from Cookie.

"Yes! Malcolm."

He quickened his pace feeling himself getting close, but sure to once again make sure she got off he slid his palm down her stomach and fingered her clit setting her over the edge as he felt her orgasm rip through her. He followed shortly after once again falling on top of her.

"You know you're heavy right?" Cookie said in a lighthearted tone.

"Sorry." He moved beside her and grabbed her waist pulling her to his chest. When he felt her shiver, he grabbed the blanket and wrapped them both in it. There was a silence for a while, it wasn't awkward it was just understood. Both of them feeling completely satisfied and spent, there wasn't really a need for words. They let their bodies do the speaking for them. A few more minutes passed before Malcolm decided to speak.

"What do your tattoos mean?" His fingers lazily grazed her hip, tracing the vine tattoo that rested there.

"Huh?" Cookie was slightly dozing off.

"Your tattoos. Why'd you get em?"

"Oh. Mm. Malcolm you tryna talk to me and all I want to do is sleep, you wore me out boy."

"Tired already, so I'm guessing there's no round three eh?"