It's weekend and that means WRITING!

Chapter 17

It was torture. Pure, plain, simple torture. He wasn't so very fond of the opera as it was but sitting next to Clara, who was looking absolutely gorgeous, when he would much rather sit at home with her on his lap, it made him loathe Carmen with a fuming passion. For once Malcolm had a woman in his life, one he hadn't seen in a week and now that idiotic Prime Minister had even ruined their night of reunion. And to make it even worse – he had also invited Ollie, Nicola and her husband along. The only thing Malcolm felt even remotely good about was the fact that Ollie had come on his own without the company of a woman. Too bad he couldn't show that school boy prick that Clara was his and his alone because Malcolm surely didn't miss the glances Ollie was throwing in Clara's direction.

However it was dark inside the theatre and it gave Malcolm an idea. During the second act he dropped his hand to Clara's thigh and squeezed softly. If she gave him a reaction Malcolm didn't notice it in the darkness and so he continued to caress her leg. The fabric was so soft and thin under his palm and he could feel the heat of her body on his skin. It was a shame he couldn't feel her skin or drop his hand between her legs. Or could he? Ollie was sitting next to Clara. What if he noticed? Then again, the idiot was blind as a mole even with his glasses and he was probably paying more attention to Carmen than the woman next to him.

Malcolm started to gather up her skirt and before he knew it he could feel her skin under his fingertips. It was just like he remembered it – soft, warm and so very sensitive to his touch. Clara shifted in her seat as he traced the inside of her thigh with his fingers and he thought he heard her chuckle. Oh, she was deliciously ticklish down there and he wanted nothing more than to bury his face between her thighs. Just the thought about the sounds she had made last time caused his cock to twitch in his pants. Damn the opera. Damn the Prime Minister. Right now he just wanted Clara.

Suddenly her hand was on top of his own, pushing it down just a little. He had barely noticed that his fingertips had already reached the lace of her underwear. Clara threw him a glance but he couldn't make out the expression of her face in this darkness. Then the curtained closed and the lights were beginning to blind him. Right. The interval.

As the people were heading outside, crowding the foyer in search for a glass of champagne or a snack Malcolm briefly lost sight of the others, except Clara who had remained right by his side.

"Where did they go?" she asked but Malcolm didn't care. This was his chance, his moment.

He reached for her hand and pulled her through the crowd. At first he thought Clara would protest or at least ask where he was taking her but she never did and Malcolm didn't stop until he had spotted the exact door he had been looking for. He knew the storage room well, just a few years ago he had given some idiot from the party a good bollocking in there. Now he was going to connect a new memory with this particular room and this time it would be a lot more pleasant than the matter of leaked statistics.

"Malcolm, we-"

As soon as the door closed behind them Malcolm crashed their lips together, not even letting Clara finish her sentence cause he knew that she would try to reason with him and that was the last thing he wanted. He just wanted to feel her, be close to her, kiss her until he ran out of breath because all of it felt so insanely good right now.

"We really shouldn't," Clara argued, gasping for breath when their lips parted.

Malcolm swallowed hard. There were so many things on his mind and they all revolved around Clara somehow. Maybe he should just say them, make her understand why he was so impatient, why he couldn't get enough of her.

"Clara," he breathed, holding her close to him, "I haven't met a woman like you in a very long time. Most people I meet are just plain, fucking dumb or nuts or both. The women I've fucked were all dumb and most of them paid for. You-"

Malcolm broke off, not knowing how to say it. It was fucking early to say he loved her but he knew that was were this thing would lead if they just continued like that. He wanted her in his life – at work, at home, in the bedroom. For once he had found someone he could imagine sharing it all with.

Luckily for him he didn't even have to find the right words as Clara grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and pulled him down for another kiss. Smart lass. She knew what was going on inside his mind without Malcolm having to say it out loud. Unfortunately she pulled away too soon.

"If I do this you will be quiet and you will behave when we go back to our seats later," Clara said, a tone of warning in her voice.

Malcolm simply nodded because there wasn't a term he wouldn't have agreed to at this moment when she sank down on her knees in front of him. Fuck, she'd do it. She'd actually do it. His heart skipped a beat in excitement as her fingers undid his belt and trouser buttons and even the lightest touch of her seemed to burn on his skin. He was half hard already, had been ever since his hand had felt the lace of her knickers. They had no time to lose as the interval wouldn't last forever, and luckily for them both, in his state neither would he.

Malcolm gave a sharp hiss when she sucked him into her mouth, so hot and wet around him that he thought he'd come within a minute.

"I'll pay you back when we get home," he groaned, dropping his hands to her head and guiding her lips around him, "I'll pay you back so fucking good that you'll be limping tomorrow."

He leaned back against the wall when Clara tightened her lips around him in response. He wanted so much to moan out loud, to give her orders but he was afraid that someone might hear them. Quiet had never been his style but Malcolm was trying his best as he felt himself grow harder inside of her. He noticed every movement, every change in pressure, every swirl of her tongue around him as he began to thrust into her mouth, testing to see how much Clara could take and she never protested. Damn, Clara must truly be heaven sent. She was everything he could ever want in a woman.

"Clara," Malcolm couldn't help but moan her name when she took in all of him, the pressure around his cock so tight that he thought he would go insane with lust if he didn't come soon. He dug his fingers deeper into her scalp to make her go faster. He was so close now that he thought he'd come any second.

"Yes," he hissed as she tightened her lips around him even further, "Like that. Fuck!"

Malcolm thrust inside once, twice before he couldn't hold back any longer. The sensation was too much for him to take and he came inside her mouth with her name on his lips. At the moment of climax he thought that he might marry her one day because he would be fucking stupid to let a woman like her go, but luckily he had enough of his sanity left not to say it as she swallowed around him and licked him clean before tucking him neatly back into his pants.

However before Clara could straighten his trousers as well Malcolm pulled her up to his level and planted a short, sloppy his on her lips right as the door to the storage room flung open.