#asksamcassidy

[asksamcassidy]

A Mod request

Hey, look, I know I can't actually do anything to stop you, whoever you are, but RPing etiquette-wise it's kind of rude to send other characters messages/asks from my character. Please don't do that. 

[asksamcassidy]

You and Malc would make such excellent parents

We have enough trouble with the dog. 

[asksamcassidy]

Does Malcolm ever embarrass you in public? (By swearing or something?)

He's usually well-behaved in public. 

[the-crazy-geek]

Ficlet: Legs (Malcolm/Sam) - No rating

(Written as a present for the writer of asksamcassidy (who isn't me by the way). I'll put the smut in later :p)

It was with extreme thought and preparation that Sam got ready for dinner that evening. Malcolm had promised to take her out to a nice restaurant and while it was a good hour's drive away, she didn't mind. In fact, it gave her an idea.

So she'd picked out a long sapphire blue dress with a split up one leg and then sorted out what she'd be wearing under it. Her face beamed in a wide smile when she found a pair of seamed silk stockings and she sorted through her wardrobe for some matching items, settling on a racy basque that had been brought years ago on a shopping trip with Alicia after seeing a burlesque show.

Stockings. Such simple items but she knew from past experience and conversations what they could do to her lover. Last time she'd worn them he'd tossed her onto the bed and spent ages slowly rolling them down off her legs before working his lips upward until...

Sam shook her head to clear the image from her mind. Wouldn't do to get her lacy underwear soaked already. Plenty of time for that later in the car....

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Malcolm had raised a very appreciative eyebrow as he picked her up in his car and caught a first look at her dress. “Very nice pet” he'd said, “shows off those curves of yours” to which she had just smiled and settled into the passenger seat as he pulled away.

25 or so minutes later, the car speeding down a darkened road surrounded by trees, she subtly raised adjusted the skirt on her dress so the split fell open, revealing the top of a stocking. Malcolm had jerked his head around at her movement but once he caught sight of her leg encased in sheer black his eyes snapped back to the road. She fought the urge to grin though, for all that he tried to look unaffected she could see him starting to breathe a bit faster.

Working her hand up her exposed leg slowly, she pulled the skirt up to show a glimpse of a suspender holding the fabric up and once again Malcolm's eyes were dragged back to watch her and then flicked back to the road. This time his breathing was definitely heavier and his hands were tensing on the steering wheel.

Smoothing her hands down her front she cupped her ample breasts under the layers of underwear and dress and asked Malcolm if he thought her clothes all looked right. This time he actually moaned as he turned to see her with her hands on her body and a leg wantonly displayed attired in elegant stocking.

“Fuck” he'd said as he looked straight ahead at the road again. “Love, ye're in serious fucking danger of being ravished senseless right now.”

Her response was to smooth her palm up her thigh, pulling the dress even further up to show a glimpse of the black lace of her knickers and he actually bloody whimpered softly when he caught sight of that.

His eyes were frantically scanning the road ahead and suddenly he pulled the car into a small layby in the dark countryside and pulled the handbrake on and undid his seatbelt in one swift move.

“Love” he panted “I can't wait till later, not when ye look like this and you're deliberately fucking teasing me”. A hand reached out and trailed up her thigh and his breathing got even faster as he felt the texture of the stocking under his fingertips.

[the-crazy-geek]

Inspired by TTOI ask blogs

"Why are ye still here lass?" Sam had been dreading this moment since she'd moved herself into Malcolm's place, supposedly to keep an eye on him and make sure he didn't fall to despair now his job was gone. At first this had been the case; there had been a couple of very dark nights when she (and indeed everyone else) feared he was planning to end it or retreat into his own melancholia, never to be seen again. It had even worried Nicola Murray who frankly had every reason to want to see Malcolm destroyed. But that was then. Malcolm hadn't had a depressive fit in weeks and if he sat outside of an evening 'fer a wee think' she knew the gears in his head were spinning to plot and plan the rest of his life. Not the end of it. This evening she'd retired to bed early, but just sitting up reading a book after a long bath (Malcolm would never burst into the bathroom while she was in there, unlike some of her former flatmates) instead of sleeping as she'd known at some level this conversation was coming. She'd just got to the end of a chapter when there was a soft knock at the door and a very familiar voice saying "ye awake Sam? Fancy a wee chat". She'd of course let him in. After all, it was his house. Malcolm had wandered in and sat at the side of the bed closest to the door, careful to make sure no part of him was touching her. Manners once beaten into him by Ma Tucker never faded. "So, why are ye still here?" He asked again when she just fiddled with the book and then the corner of the duvet. "Don't say it's to make sure I don't top myself because that's utter fucking pish and I won't hear it. So fucking spill" Sam had never looked away from Malcolm, one of the reasons he'd hired her was that she truly wasn't afraid of him, although right now she knew she was doing a damn good impression of it. "Because you need someone to be here Malcolm. Being on your own with all this going on-" "I'm a fucking grown man Sam. In fact I'm a fucking middle aged one with grey hair and fucking wrinkles and I know bullshit when I hear it. Ye've never lied to me. Do not start now" She looked down at her hands and asked if he was throwing her out. "What? What the fuck has crawled into your head and started masquerading as a brain? I'd never toss ye out onto the street and what's more you fucking know it. I just want to know why you are here" Malcolm was starting to get his bollocking face on. Sam knew from long experience that if there was one thing he hated more than anything it was not knowing what was going on around him. Right now that meant her. "Well, Malcolm, why do you think I am here?" She said, putting the book on the nightstand to cover the shaking of her fingers. "Fuck, love. I'm too fucking tired to play this game. If I'm not going to get an answer out of ye tonight I'm going tae bed." He moved slightly as if to get up but was stopped by her small hand resting on his. "I'm sorry Malcolm. I was hoping this conversation wouldn't happen until at least after the trial, because I am not at all sure you need this right now adding to your plate" Malcolm said nothing for a bit, then moved his hand palm up and wrapped his fingers around hers. "Okay love, here's how I see it. Either ye are just bein' a friend in which case I'll say goodnight and go to my bed. Or ye are in love with me in which case my bedroom is over there and ye can join me and we can stop pussyfooting around this shite" "So, which is it?"

[eflind]

I hate using the word "feels" as a noun. But. The Thick of It RP blogs are NOT helping my poor Malcolm feels. 

Heartbreak. Wonderful, terrible heartbreak.

[asksamcassidy]

NOT FOR MALCOLM'S EYES

Seriously, Malcolm, don't read this.  I will know if you do.  And I will be displeased.

I'm worried about Malcolm.  Seriously worried. 

Many of you have styled yourself as being part of Malcolm Tucker's Army.  Well, now you are being called up for active service.  Go and fill is ask-box with support and love.  NOT THE PERVY KIND! He thinks he doesn't have anyone.  

Let's show him that's not true. 

[asksamcassidy]

I need a distraction. Ask me questions.  I'll answer anything.