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“What’s his defence going to be, eh, when I email that to the fucking sun?”
“Oh, well, I am just de shadow chancellor” Malcolm exclaims in a mocking tone with a rather ridiculous expression on his face which she struggles to not crack a wry smile at.
“Malcolm! He won’t have a defence because you haven’t got that picture because that didn’t happen!”. They’re close together now, breathing heavily, angrily even, listening to each other take turns exchanging potential blackmail and insults.
She moves towards him breaking the gap between them which forces Malcolm back against the wall and she points an accusatory finger at his face.
“however, I do have a statement from a rent boy-“
“Oh that’s very useful for you, you can claim that against your expenses, can’t you!”
He smirks in amusement at he way she bites her lip in anger at his swift interjection. His eyes lock on her bottom lip as she worries it between her teeth. The soft supple flesh slowly rolls back and forth between her teeth and Malcolm can’t help but gulp at the sight.
“Oh wow, very funny Malcolm, didn’t take you very long to come up with that one! maybe you’ve done that yourself.” she rolls her eyes and folds her arms across her body in a way that hides her tight clenched fists and the whitening of her knuckles. She’s as furious as she’s ever been with him, hell maybe even with anyone but that doesn’t mean he has to know that.
She tilts her head up, looking at his face and Malcolm’s rage is as clear as ever.
A vein prods out on his forehead and the way he grits his teeth as he attempts to bite back his anger causes much more arousal to coil in her stomach than she’d like to admit. Why does he have to look so attractive when he is angry?
“This statement says he will swear that one of your prominent back-bench MPs paid him to sit on his chest!”
“DONT…!” Malcolm barks through gritted teeth and holds a hand up to silence her. He stares at her, eyes boring into here’s with a unique darkness in them she hasn’t seen before making her curious. She’s not a stranger to the many behaviours of Malcolm Tucker however, this one she has not quite seen yet. Its never ever been a good idea to egg him on, she knows that from experience but part of her desperately wants to explore this unknown side of him. Needs to explore it. It’s as if he’s challenging her, dangling bait right above her making her wonder what will happen when she finally bites.
And well she’s never been one to back away from a challenge.
She’s about to take the bait but Malcolm suddenly breaks the eye contact and begins pacing up and down at the opposite side of the room and runs a hand over the concerned look on his face.
“What the fuck are you doing here, anyway?” She says after a long moment of silence.
She smirks to herself as she knows fine well that he’s going to get riled up again. Things are always like this with them, a cunning game of cat and mouse until one of them walks away fed up with the others bullshit. Well this time shes not going to and neither is he.
He instantly turns to face her and by the look on his face she knows that question has just severely pissed him off.
“Jesus fuck, have you been listening to the fucking interview? Both our guys are in there shitting all over their own fucking mics!” he rasps while storming back over to her side of the room.
“Im sure this is how you would prefer to spend your birthday anyway”.
once again she’s face to face with him, both their breathing becomes more rapid by the minute and they stare each other down.
“It’s not like an old man like you has anything good going on!”
For once he lets her have her say. It would be a lie if he said he wasn’t intrigued. He had to admit she had some witty comebacks when she felt like it and seeing her all hot and bothered always made something stir in his trousers.
“What, finally getting some action after all these years” she mumbles under hear breath unaware if Malcolm had heard what she said.
She wasn’t unaware for long as she watches in fascination as offence blooms over his face.
His eyes widening, his lips thinning into a downward slope. He moves further into her personal space, and she’s forced to stumble back and support herself against the wall. She shudders and presses her thighs together, this is absolutely not the right time and place for this, but she can’t help the arousal that shoots straight to her core. One hand formes a fist at his side, requiring such force that his arm begins to shake from it. The other shoots up rapidly and a calloused finger points roughly into her chest.
“Don’t you fucking dare” he whispers raspy and full of rage spitting each word out like vile emphasising every word and it makes her clench her thighs even more. Her mouth twitches as she tries to suppress her smirk.
Shes hit the bull's eye.
“My personal life is none of your fucking business” he snarls at her.
He’s ranting now but she does hear a single word he says. Her mind clouded with lust stops her from listening. His hot breath hits her neck with every word that escapes his lips as he spits vulgarities at her.
He finally stops shouting and it suddenly hits him how close they are.
His finger still lingers on her chest and he gulps as she licks her lips slowly, tongue dragging against her teeth. They don’t take their eyes off each other. It’s as if they’re competing on who looks away first and neither of them are the type to back down.
“Are you done” She asks her voice low and seductive.
“Oh, we’re definitely not fucking done love”.