Malcolm Mclaren Imagines

Hello Malcolm

I woke up with what felt like a fucking woodpecker latched to my temple my brain throbbing in my skull. My ears are still slightly ringing from the party last night. I knew I was hung over with little memory of last night more than the early parts of the evening. I shifted my weight over and turned to my other side on the lumpy old mattress with soft cotton covers the fluff of a fuzzy blanket slightly against my arm. The moment I turned I felt the warmth so I snuggled closer trying to take as much as the warmth as I could wrapping my arms around the body that laid beside me rubbing my cold nose on the nook of their neck to warm it.

After a few minutes the body shifted too slowly sneaking away from me but tucking me into the covers as they left.

I slowly forced open my eyes doing my best to see through my blurry vision.

The sun streaming in thought the two large thin windows with white sheer curtains, black curtains with blue flowers open tied back against the dark plum walls. I could see the sweet shadow moving every so often blocking the light of the sun, her sweet hips and waist giving my eyes seconds of peace. I heard the gentle fizz of a record players spin within a few seconds. The song began as soon as it did her hips moved and bumped gently in time with the music.

I smirked letting my eyes clear as I looked at her, her bare feet against the blue fluffy rug moving thought the fibers like thick grass dancing within a two inch space, her bare smooth legs leading my eyes ever upward, the little blue cotton panties around her with a trim of white lace hugging her legs and stomach her ass slightly hanging out of them causing them to jiggle as she moved, her hips swayed and danced to the music, her sweet body wrapped up in my light blue button down from last night even if half the buttons remained undone, her hair in a mess of backcombed knots and unbrushed hairspray not to mention the tosses and turns of her sleeping body, eyeliner rings surrounded her eyes making her look like a panda, a little red lingered on her lips from her lipstick but I didn't doubt some likely lingered on me too, she hummed along with the song refusing to allow her beauty voice to be heard, taking a cigarette from her little quality street tin on the table taking a match from by her log burner striking it across the tables surface and lighting up her cigarette blowing the smoke across her ceiling, the moment she did I noticed it wasn't tabacco. 

"Good morning" I groaned a little groggy

"Hum?" She mumbled looking over her shoulder to see me "oh. Hello Malcolm" she smiled turning to face me with a playful little wave 

"Hello y/n" I groaned sitting up a little in her bed 

"You want some?" She asks having another drag of her cigarette

"Not this early" I answered rubbing my eyes a little

"You sure?' she giggled stepping closer "it's homemade, home grown, organic, local" shs giggled sitting on the bed with me

"I thought I recognized the smell" I chuckled "this early y/n?"

"Its half twelve" she says pointing to her clock on the wall I glanced up and she was right

"Alright, hit me up" I smirked laying back down and keeping my hand up she happily handed it over so I took a drag and handed it back blowing the smoke out to the ceiling light "fuck. That is strong"

"Ummmm" she humms

"That your home grow?"

"Yep. From Silvia in the bathroom"

"Damn. I thought so last time I had the other lot wasn't half as strong"

"Yeah Derek in the kitchen isn't as strong he's more a of weak steam makes you really smart for like an hour thought" she explained as she snuggled up onto my chest so we could pass it back and forth I lost track of time between our little chats and giggles the record players music fading into a endless hum 

"I want fish and chips" she whines

"Oooh I want chips. And like... a big burger"

"Can we get nuggets too?"

"That sounds nice you ring it in I'll put some pants on" 

"Okay" she giggled getting up and going to flip the record I smirked and climbed out the bed wrapping my arms around her and peppering her skin with kisses "ummm hello Malcolm"

"Hello, I missed you"

"I missed you too" she giggled "you should get home" she smirked turning to wrap her arms around my neck "Vivienne will be ever so grumpy"

"She's always grumpy. Besides I go back now she'll have kittens"

"Why?"

"Because I'm high and I smell like your place" I laughed

"You've had half a joint Malcolm your not high"

"I feel it. Your stuff fucks me up."

"Because your not use to it"

"Maybe I should visit more often then"

"You should"

"I'll stay with you today, I go back now she'll kick me out anyway so I might as well just stay all snug with you"

"Okay Malcolm if your sure" she smiled "shall we get Chinese food?"

"That sounds nice, but I still want a burger"

"Both?"

"Both is good"

"To the phone!"

"Wait - what If when they deliver it they see us in our underwear?"

"Eh that's how I got pizza for free last week" she giggled going to the phone

"On that note where are my pants?"

"On the kettle Malcolm"

"...why?"

"I don't know I was high, you were drunk we were both horny I have no concept what happened last night nevermind why it happened" she smiled