Sapientia Et Veritas, Et Non
"Today is born the seventh one
Born of woman the seventh son
And he in turn of a seventh son
He has the power to heal
He has the gift of the second sight
He is the chosen one
So it shall be written
So it shall be done"
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Uh oh. She knew that look.
“What time is it?” she asked, sitting up carefully. The usual nausea flared for a moment, but didn’t make her want to vomit, thankfully.
“It is ten in the morning. You have already missed your morning meeting with the Chancellor and the Prime Minister, not to mention an interview for the Times,” Debbie rattled off, making Nicky groan aloud. The PA continued reciting everything Nicky had slept in and missed. “Mr Osborne covered for you, however. In ten minutes you have a meeting with Mr Cable and the campaign directors of the AV Yes vote, then a lunch meeting with Simon Hughes, then an appearance before the Parliamentary Reform Committee…”
Nicky was really wishing she’d never woken up.
It was three o clock in the afternoon before Nicky had a moment to sit down, in her office, faced with piles of paperwork. It had been a hectic day, and she hadn’t had time to see George and thank him for all he’d done for her. She promised herself she would though, either at Chequers or before.
Suddenly there came a knock at the door of her office, and she looked up frowningly.
“Come in,” she called, stifling a startled intake of breath when Andy Burnham poked his head, then the rest of him round the door. “What can I do for you, Mr Burnham?”
“Please, it’s just Andy,” he murmured, coming forward. He was ruffling his hair agitatedly, and he was slightly pale. “I just needed to talk to you about…something, before you go off to Chequers.”
“Sure, shoot,” Nicky waved him to a chair. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
Andy nodded frantically, as she glanced across at him. His behaviour was really worrying.
“What did you want to talk to me about?” she asked again, gently.
“The night of the cross-part mixer…do you remember anything of what happened?” Andy asked. “Because I don’t remember much at all. I’m just worried it’ll get out to the press.”
“And you came to the enemy to discuss this? Well, you’re brave,” Nicky quipped, leaning back in her chair. “I honestly can say I was so smashed I had no idea what happened that night, except I woke up in bed alone, with a hell of a hangover.”
Andy was silent for a moment, before a wry grin quirked up one corner of his lips. “Lucky you. I woke up in someone else’s bed, with no idea how I got there. I got out before they woke up, of course. I’m just worried it’ll leak to the press and damage my marriage,” he told her candidly, and she clucked her tongue. “It was a mistake,” he continued meaningfully, and she frowned.
“I’m sure it was,” she replied, now completely in the dark. Abruptly Andy stood up, and left with just a nod in farewell. Sitting back in her chair, Nicky stared at the space where he’d been sat, and mused on what had happened.
Either she was just really tired, or paranoid but why did she get the feeling like she had missed something?
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“Hey, George. Got a minute?” he asked, biting his lip in such a Nicky-esque way that George struggled to ignore his usual reaction to the sight.
“Sure, come in. This report is as about absorbing as one of Miliband’s PMQs performances, so…what’s up?” George asked, putting the report down gratefully. David sat down on one of the chairs, pressing his hands together and watching George intently.
He knew that look.
“When are you going to stop pratting around and just ask Nicky out on a date?” he asked shortly, and George blinked.
“Wow, that was subtle,” George muttered sarcastically. David sighed impatiently, and leaned forward so his large blue eyes were fixed on George’s face.
“George, I can see how much you like her, and I think she feels the same way. But she’s not going to wait around forever, and she’s drop-dead gorgeous,” David explained, and George couldn’t help but smile.
“She’s sexy, smart, passionate…” George recited, making David roll his eyes.
“See what I mean? Just do it before someone else gets in there,” he retorted. “Ask her at Chequers. You and her could come to us for dinner, your first official date.”
George’s smile faded, as all the potential complications rose to his quick thinking mind. “Dave, it’s not that simple, really. We’re work colleagues, political enemies at different ends of the spectrum. Do you really think it’s such a good idea? What if something went wrong? Not to mention the 1922 would have a field da-mmph!”
George was abruptly cut off by David’s hand across his mouth, with an exasperated look on his face.
“George, you bloody idiot, would you rather take that chance, and be happy despite the risk, or spend your life wondering what could have been? How would you feel if Nicky started dating someone else?” he demanded quietly. At the very thought George tensed, anger and possessiveness he knew he shouldn’t feel flaring within him. David looked satisfied. “Told you so. And forget that washed up bunch of nutters. I’ll handle them.”
David eventually lifted his hand and George sighed deeply, wiping his tired eyes.
“Fine, I’ll ask her at Chequers tomorrow. Now don’t you have a country to run?” he asked, his tone becoming joking as David rolled his eyes and swiped his arm playfully before exiting the room.
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George ask her out do it now! As cute as an Andy/Nicky baby will be I kinda don't want it to be his now or if it is for the press NOT to find out, it'll be the end of Nicky if they do.
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Oh, Andy, you idiot!
Looking forward to the next update.
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A serviceman in naval uniform rushed to get her bag from the car, as she hurried inside, the last rays of the sun painting the old stone gold.
“Welcome back, Deputy Prime Minister,” the stuffy old butler stepped forward to take her coat, which she relinquished gladly. “The Prime Minister, Chancellor and Chief Secretary are in the study.”
“Thank you, John,” she inclined her head, chuckling to herself at the discomfited look on his face when she used his first name. The butler turned on his heel to bully the poor serviceman dragging her bag around, as she made her way to the study.
Inside she could hear the sound of the boys laughing good-naturedly, and the clink of glasses, and the rustling of paper. With a smile, she slipped inside to find the three men sat in high-winged armchairs by the fire, policy papers spread over the floor and glasses of brandy scattered over the floor.
“Don’t you know it’s bad manners to start the party without the lady?” she asked archly, causing all three men to start, and glance towards her. Danny waved, David smiled and beckoned her over cordially but it was the heart stopping smile on George’s face when he looked at her that made Nicky’s heart judder then race.
“Sorry, Nicky,” Danny murmured, picking up his glass of brandy while brandishing a policy proposal. “Working, y’know.”
“Sure you were,” Nicky retorted dubiously, reaching over and snagging the glass from Danny’s hand. Without another word she knocked it back, smirking at the shocked looks on George’s and David’s faces while Danny only chuckled.
“You think that’s impressive, you should see her with the vodka,” he told them as she sat down, pulling the pension reform proposals towards her.
“Your Russian blood coming through no doubt,” David teased, and she raised an eyebrow superciliously.
“No comment,” she replied teasingly.
“We are sorry for starting without you,” George murmured, as Danny and David started a conversation. She glanced at him, and couldn’t resist a playful retort.
“You’ll just have to think of something to make it up to me,” she sighed breathily, with a suggestive grin. George didn’t bluster or flush as she’d expected, but his eyes darkened and his grin turned almost predatory.
“I’m sure I can,” he replied, and she caught herself wonderingly. Were they flirting?
But by the way her heart was still racing, she couldn’t bring herself to care about the ramifications anymore.
She forced herself to look away from his mesmerising eyes, and back at Danny when he asked her a question, unaware of David’s satisfied expression as he eyed his Deputy and his Chancellor.
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He wouldn’t turn to David, knowing he’d see only a ‘I told you so’ self-satisfied look in his eye, and went back to planning when he’d ask her to dinner and where. He wanted to take her out to dinner, before taking her anywhere near David and Sam, no offence to them.
He decided he’d do it after dinner.
The evening passed quickly, and after dinner Nicky drifted off to the library to just relax away from the boys and their constant banter. And George and his tempting looks at her.
She leant against the cool panes of the French doors, and relished their iciness against her skin. She hadn’t felt well again, her skin always seeming feverish these days, and she wondered if she should see a doctor when she got back to London.
Her mind drifted away to George again, and she felt a shiver of excitement ripple down her spine. She had a feeling something was going to happen tonight, and she almost couldn’t wait.
She idly wondered if they had always been headed for this, ever since they had formed the coalition and grown closer as work colleagues and political allies.
Suddenly the door creaked open behind her, and she spun to see George slide into the room, raven hair silvered by moonlight, his light shirt and trousers clinging effortlessly to his body. She felt her mouth dry.Hey, Nicky,” he called, coming towards her. “I was hoping to catch you alone.”
“I’m right here, Tory Boy,” she replied teasingly, and he grinned. He slowly walked towards her, and she felt her heart race then stop entirely.
“I really like you, Nicky,” he started, and she felt her entirely body soar with joy, eclipsing every niggle her brain was throwing at her. “Ever since we started working together, closely.”
Entirely without thought, as if drawn by magnetism, Nicky moved towards him until they were almost nose to nose. She felt George shudder, and she wanted to just melt into his arms. He continued, heightening the anticipation in her body, as she fought not to leap for joy.
“You’re so beautiful, and sexy and passionate. I used to think you were just naïve, idealistic and too belligerent to lead the country, but since the coalition you’ve given me a kick at the ass for thinking that…” George trailed off when Nicky bit her lip, his now hungry hazel eyes fixed on the reddened skin. “Every time we’re near each other, I feel completely…”
His words trailed off, as Nicky stretched up and brushed his lips with hers, her entire body coming alive when he moaned incoherently. His hands came up to cradle her face, their lips fusing needily as months of tension boiled over at last. Nicky moaned against his mouth, when she felt the hot swipe of his tongue on her lower lip, asking for entrance and she gave it, opening her lips with a sigh, meeting his tongue with her own special brand of European audacity.
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“Stop, stop,” he growled, releasing her leg and letting her go, resting his hands either side of her shoulders as he panted for breath. Nicky was gasping too, looking up at him through wide doe eyes that just made him want to kiss her again. “I-I want to do this properly, Nicky. I don’t want you to think I just want a quick shag, that I don’t respect you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, of course I know you res-” Nicky tried to protest, cupping his face between her hands tenderly, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them back against the wall, making her moan with desire.
“I want to date you, take you for dinner,” George forced out. “I don’t just want to fuck you, I want so much more than that.”
Nicky gazed up at him through heavy eyelids, her entire body humming from the passionate kiss they had just shared. God, if she had known Tories were such Casanovas in the kissing department….
He’d certainly gotten better since his early twenties.
Looking into his eyes, at his mussed hair and glowing skin, she felt herself give in for now. This was clearly important to him, and she respected his values even if she didn’t necessarily share them as such.
“You drive me crazy,” she breathed against his lips, “but ok. We’ll do it your way, because I want more than a quick shag too.”
George’s face relaxed into an easy smile, and she felt her desire dim slightly, tempered by tenderness.
“But seeing as we’re not going to be jumping into bed anytime soon,” Nicky began, making George glance at her sharply. “Can you at least kiss me again?”
The Chancellor just smiled, chuckling huskily before pulling her close. She raised her head, as he teasingly brushed her lips before kissing her gently, almost chastely after the heat of a minute ago. Nicky groaned, stretching up for more yearningly.
“You bloody Tory tease,” she growled, making him laugh. “Are all of you this aggravating?”
“Nope, just elusive,” George murmured, and she shivered at his darker tone. There’s a reason why the last four letters of ‘predatory’ are Tory.”
“That was fucking awful, George!” Nicky laughed, twining her arms around his neck, his around her waist. It felt so right, so natural, like jigsaw puzzles sliding into place. “Now kiss me properly, or there’ll be consequences.”
George’s eyebrow rose arrogantly. “Such as?” he asked, apparently nonchalantly but there was an edge of intent to his tone that made Nicky smile, catlike, up at him as she nestled in his arms.
“Such as this,” she replied, sliding one hand down his neck, trailing over the planes of his chest, turning on his stomach so her fingers drew a line down his abdomen and down to his groin. He groaned, now glaring at her as she laughed throatily as his obvious arousal. He drank in her laughter with another deep, intense kiss, holding her to him by the nape of her neck.
“Nicky? George?” Danny’s Scottish burr, calling for them forced the couple to part, breathing heavily. With identical, longing groans they separated, making sure they were presentable enough to go back to work.
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“Night comrades,” Danny stood with a bow, yawning widely. “Sleep tight.”
With a wink at George, Danny disappeared, making the Chancellor want to growl.
“I assume I can trust you to be a gentleman and escort our Deputy Prime Minister to her room, Chancellor?” David hissed in his ear suggestively, making George squirm as he glared at him.
“Bite me, Dave,” he growled under his breath, making the older man snigger before he clapped him on the shoulder.
“No, you had your turn years ago. I’ll leave the biting to Miss Clegg now, I think,” David smirked, as George squirmed again, before he left with a cheery ‘goodnight’ for Nicky.
Nicky turned around in her chair, and looked at George questioningly. Steeling himself to resist the temptation, he stood and held out his hand to her gallantly. With a coy smile, she took it, standing and following him from the room.
In the cool dark of the hallway, their hands entwined unconsciously, as George paused outside Nicky’s bedroom door.
Head cocked, auburn hair shining, she opened it and paused on the threshold.
“Sure you won’t come in?” she asked, gesturing to the darkened room. George could just see the outline of the four-poster inside.
“I’m sure, you must be very tired,” he replied through gritted teeth. She sighed impatiently, pulling him to her by his tie.
“Such a gentleman,” she lamented with a teasing smirk, running her fingers up and down his silk tie. “Can I at least have a goodnight kiss?”
George couldn’t resist that.
He bent down and kissed her deeply, making her moan and arch into his arms, winding her own around his neck to hold him to her. He pushed her back against the doorframe, loving the feel of her soft body crushed to his.
He could feel himself becoming more and more overheated, so he wrenched his lips away, panting heavily.
“I meant it, Nicky. Date first, sex second,” he growled, and she smirked.
“Sure I can’t convince you?” she asked seductively, shifting her hips against his teasingly, making him simultaneously wince and shudder with pleasure.
“Bloody Liberal tease,” he muttered, obviously restraining the urge to kiss her again, as she smiled against his lips.
“Revenge for earlier, darling,” she whispered, and he groaned at the endearment. He capitulated and kissed her again, tongues tangling hotly, hands searching, exploring through clothes before George forced himself away with a gasp of mingled pain and desperation.
“Goodnight,” he nodded once, turning on his heel and walking away. Far from feeling insulted, Nicky giggled at his obviously discomforted gait before closing her door. She walked to her bed and collapsed on it, a silly, girlish smile on her bruised lips
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It just gets better and better.
The first hetero I have read in a while that hasn't made me squirm! CONGRATS!
You may have the internet :D
F5s constantly
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I do like seeing updates for this, anon! A bit of George growling at soft womanly bits quite makes my day. :D
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Looking forward to the Next part very much.
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Today the sickness and the dizziness didn’t affect her at all, as she resisted the urge to skip like a little girl down the stairs, and into the dining room where the boys were already having breakfast.
Danny was dressed in a suit, buttering some toast as he laughed at something David said, while George watched the two bantering men with an amused smile. As the door closed behind her, all three looked around, their faces breaking into almost identical welcoming grins.
Well, George’s had an extra edge to it, as she shivered and took a seat beside him.
“You off somewhere Danny?” Nicky asked, pulling the toast rack towards her. The Scot stopped munching on his toast for a minute, before looking down at his suit.
“Oh yeah, I’ve got an interview with the Politics Show at midday, so I’ll be off,” he told her, checking his watch and then frowning. “In fact, I’d better be off right now.”
“See you Monday then Danny,” she called, as he stood and rushed out, toast still in hand. Beside her George was texting on his Blackberry, and David’s buzzed by his elbow.
David picked it up, frowned then smirked fleetingly before he stood as well. “And I have a phone call to make to William.”
“The Iranians haven’t declared war, have they?” she asked mock-seriously, as David grinned amusedly.
“Not yet,” he intoned ominously before clapping George on the shoulder and walking out. Nicky sighed, reached for the margarine, as George got up to get some more coffee from the sideboard.
“Do you want to go over those social housing payment policy proposals before we head back to London, George?” Nicky asked over her shoulder, only to nearly jump out of her seat as familiar, elegant hands curled over her shoulders and she felt his warm breath in her ear.
“Good morning to you too,” he murmured, making her shiver deliciously, before pressing a kiss to her neck and ear. Remembering the text David had just got, Nicky froze, before twisting in her seat.
“You just texted David to get him out the room, didn’t you?” she asked rhetorically, making George smile innocently while her eyes narrowed. “You have never managed to pull off innocent, you smug Tory bastard!”
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“I just wanted some alone time with my date. Speaking of which, before we get into the nitty-gritty of social policy, would you like to go for dinner this week?” George asked, and Nicky relaxed.
“You choose,” she replied. “After all, YOU are taking ME out.”
“Not very alpha female of you, Nicky,” the incorrigible Tory observed, a devilishly teasing smile spreading over his face. Nicky rolled her eyes, grabbing him by his tie and yanking him down to her.
“Oh, I’m 100% alpha female, George, as you’ll soon find out,” Nicky murmured seductively, shivering when desire flashed over his face, and their lips brushed. She abruptly pushed him away, a teasing smile of her own on her face. “But not yet.”
George’s phone buzzed at that moment, cutting off his no doubt snarky reply, and he was forced to answer it.
“He did what?” Nicky heard him say. “The bloody prat! Alright, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“What’s wrong?” Nicky asked, frowning now as she fought back the instinctive alarm at George’s irritated, grave face. He glanced at her, then before she could react, he crossed the space between them and kissed her, deep and quick.
“Boris being Boris, and he’s about to learn that’s a very dangerous thing for him to be with mayoral nominations coming up,” he told her when they surfaced for air. Nicky grinned.
“Mandelson taught you well, George,” she teased him, playing with his tie. “If I were Boris, I’d be shaking in my loafers.”
George just smiled predatorily, leaning in for another kiss before he released her. “I’ll see you soon, Nicky. As for dinner, I’ll pick you up Monday at eight?”
“That’ll be fine,” she assured him, pushing him away to the door. “Now go give Boris hell.”
“Yes ma’am,” George mock-saluted with a cheeky, boyish grin and she laughed before he disappeared, feeling lighter than she had for months. She was really looking forward to Monday night.
a/n: up next is the date. We're getting to the reveal, promise! Just hold on in there, anon!readers :)
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as for giving Boris hell, go George. As much as I love him, he can be a complete prat..
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Awww glad they are happy for a little while :)
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With him, nothing, not the consequences of their relationship or the press could get to her, but she decided she needed to broach it.
George could tell Nicky was on edge, occasionally glancing over her shoulder for any press, glowering at anyone on their phones.
“Nicky,” he called her attention back to him with a hand over hers at the table, hiding his grin. “I don’t think anyone in here is texting eyespymp.”
The Deputy Prime Minister was looking ravishing in a knee length champagne gold dress, fitting her slightly darker skin tone and auburn hair perfectly, all three gleaming in the soft lighting.
A moment later, Nicky’s face relaxed into a sheepish grin as she exhaled heavily. She twined her fingers with George’s, and clung.
“I just don’t want this to end, George. And once the press find out we’re dating, there’ll be hell to pay from both our parties,” she explained, almost pleadingly. His smile dimmed slightly, and he squeezed her fingers tightly.
“Nicky, it’ll be alright. Just forget that we’re from different political parties for a moment, and be here with me. Yes, the press will find out eventually, and so will our parties but to hell with them!” he murmured earnestly, eyes locked intensely on hers. Nicky felt her breath hitch. “We like one another, and who’s to say it can’t work? The Bercows certainly seem to make it work, and so can we. Would you rather take the risk, and be happy or not and wonder what could have been?”
Nicky sighed and looked away for a moment, making George’s heart race in his chest for a moment, imagining her getting up and walking away because her party might not approve. But then she looked back, and smiled tenderly.
“I’ll take the risk,” she said simply. “For you.”
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