Adult-FanFiction.org : Television / Streaming

Starting Over Again	By : gallygaskins Category: 1 through F > Clocking Off (BBC) > Clocking Off (BBC) Views: 1117 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Clocking Off and I do not earn any money from this fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 7
- 8
- 9
Chapter 8 – A wedding.

The next few weeks were a torrid whirlwind for them both, spending most of their time between his boat and her studio sorting out arrangements for their wedding. Once everything was set they went back to the vineyard and explained everything to her family.

“Do you want to wear grandma’s dress?” Steven asked Sophie one night when he found her alone by the vegetable plot.

“I don’t even know if I could fit into it, Steve. Of course I would love to if I could.”

“Then I’ll get Jenni to help you with it tomorrow, nana wasn’t so small when she married granddad, you know.” Sophie smiled up to him. He took a seat next to her on the old iron bench that sat along the edge of the walled garden. “Are you sure about this? Is this really what you want?”

“Marrying Mack?” Sophie looked to him, a concerned expression on his face. “I know this has been quick but it is what I want. I never realised that a man could be so … loving towards a woman.”

“He may be just doing that to get you where he wants you, it’s not like we really know him that well.”

“Steve, you had no complaints when he helped the family out or when he’d made his intentions clear to you and Jenni toward me. Over the past few months I’ve seen every side of him that I could imagine wanting to see. He’s kind, he respects me, he’s generous and not just with his money; he appreciates what I do for a living and has told me that I have to do whatever it takes to continue doing that. He loves me, Steven, can’t you see that?”

He nodded, smiling, satisfied that his sister was doing the right thing. “Yes, every time I see him look at you I see how he feels. I can see he feels for you what I feel for Jenni. He loves you, Sophie. Very much, I can’t take that away from him.”

“So why the questions?”

“I just wanted to make sure; I didn’t want to see you end up with another Jacques.”

“He certainly isn’t Jacques,” she smiled to herself. “Are you alright with me moving to Manchester with him?”

“Sophie, you have to do what you feel is right, we’re going to miss you but it won’t be forever will it and besides you’ll be back every now and then to do your painting like always.”

She nodded, “yes, I’ll be back as well as going through my ‘North of England’ phase. I feel like Picasso or maybe Monet must have done, I’ll be using a lot of grey in England, I should imagine.”

“I’m sure Mack knows a few places up there that are green and pleasant.”

“Yes, he’s already told me about the Peaks, and I’ve persuaded him to go to Devon with me so I can show him the Moors.”

“It seems like you’ve both really thought about this. Well good luck, sis. I hope everything goes as it should, I can see that you are both going to be very happy as long as you can both compromise.” He gave her a quick hug before getting up from his seat.

She smiled up at him as he retreated back inside the farmhouse. Her eyes settled on a familiar figure as he stood by the door her brother had just used. She put her hand out to him as he walked over to her and took up the place next to her that Steven had just vacated.

“Did you hear everything that was said?” She whispered, her head laying against his chest as he drew her into his embrace.

“Not everything, I heard him say that he knew I loved you.” She smiled, “he’s only watching out for you, making sure that I don’t turn into some kind of ogre when I get that ring on your finger.”

“Yes, I realise that, Mack.”

“Who’s Jacques, was he the one that hurt you?” He felt her nod against his chest. “I will never treat you like that.”

She knew he wouldn’t, “I know. Steve said that we should compromise.”

Mack pulled her up to sit, his thumb resting on her chin, “absolutely, Sophie. We’ll always be happy if we can compromise with one another. And trust each other, once couples lose that then it’s very difficult to pull a relationship back together, as I know from bitter experience. I just want you to know that I take marriage seriously, Sophie, this is forever as far as I’m concerned. We’re going to have bad times, there’s going to be times when one or the other doesn’t feel like making love,” she laughed stopping as suddenly when she saw his stern expression, “I’m serious. Every couple goes through this but as long as we can stay true to one another then we’ll manage. Every time you don’t like something, just tell me and I’ll return the favour when there’s something I don’t like. I want to make sure you’re always happy, not just with me but with our situation.”

“But I am!” She exclaimed.

“I don’t mean now. I mean when we move, we’ll make decisions together, we’ll compromise, about what we’ll do for fun, about the furniture we’ll buy, about the holidays we’ll go on, even down to where we’ll live.”

“I’ll trust you with that one, you know Manchester.”

“I meant the house we’ll buy, not which part we’ll live in, although I’ll point out a few places and we’ll decide together. Even down to the factory …”

“No, no, no. I don’t know the first thing about manufacturing.”

“And I know nothing about design or printing on fabrics, but we’ll learn, together. This is a partnership, Sophie, in everyway. Ok?” He smiled at her hoping that she truly understood his meaning.

She searched his face, allowing her eyes to find his. “Yes, compromise. We’ll both stay happy as long as we can do that.” A wicked glint shone from her face as she got up from the bench, “it looks like my baby’s very tired, too tired to show me how much he loves me,” she sucked on the end of her finger as she backed away from him, “shame, considering my stamina would keep me going all night,” his eyes lit up, “oh well, suppose I’ll have to … compromise … and let him have his sleep.” He started moving toward her as she giggled, “looks like I might have to sort myself out.”

He swiftly caught her, pulling her to him. “You can only do that if you allow me to watch, and besides, I may look tired but I don’t feel it, think my stamina could keep me going all night too.” He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, moving quickly with her out of the garden, up the stairs of the converted barn and into the confines of her rooms. He laid her gently onto the bed, taking a place next to her and leaning over her panting form. He saw the flicker of desire in her eyes and matched it with his own, knowing he would never tire of loving her. “I love you, Sophie. You are my reason for living, who’d have thought that a pin in a map could make me as happy as I am here with you.”

She reached up, guiding him down toward her. He kissed her, pulling back briefly to survey her once more. Since their first lovemaking she’d really opened up to him, her bashfulness being replaced with a brazen quality that he’d known she would have within her, she’d just needed to bring them to the surface and with his help she was able to. Despite everything that had happened to her she had learnt to appreciate herself from his own appreciation of her, her protestations had long since gone and in their place had become a desire of exploration, not only of herself but of him too. She was still coy at times but he realised that this was only ever a brief moment when she wasn’t sure about something, but once she could see that they were both enjoying it she relaxed and allowed her desire for him to take over.

His hand crept over her face, brushing back her hair so that he was able to take in every adorable detail, her loving eyes ever watchful of him as his gaze fell upon her now exposed breasts. Had he done that? No, he’d have remembered, she wanted this moving on. His hand fell over the first cupping it, running his thumb over and over the silky smooth porcelain skin. He smiled as the peak rose against his palm, closing his eyes against the desire and images of past times. He thought back to a particularly good moment in their history, the day Sophie had discovered voyeurism.

It hadn’t been his intent but as they’d become so lost in themselves he’d only realised when he’d opened his eyes and discovered he was looking at their reflection in the long mirror that was attached to the door of the cabin, one which they rarely closed. He took in every detail as she sat across him, every curve, every glistening patch of skin, her bare breasts bobbing as she moved up and down his shaft. Her arms underneath his as she held onto his back, his hands covering every contour, one eventually finding her breast whilst the other moved to her clit. “Look Sophie,” he’d growled into her ear, reaching for her head and gently moving it so that she could see what he was looking at when she eventually opened her eyes.

At first there was panic, her eyes opened wide as she took in the image of them both. His hands found her wrists as she stopped moving. “Sophie, are you ok?” She nodded, her eyes raking over their reflection. She smiled and he returned the gesture, aware that she was getting used to the idea of watching them. His hands moved back over her body, watching her face delight in his soft caresses. One of her hands covered his and moved it to her breast helping him to cup the flesh and move his palm over her nipple, she gasped, he kissed her neck, she closed her eyes to the pleasure momentarily before opening them again to watch his other hand move over her other breast. “Tell me how you’re feeling?”

“Fantastic,” she breathed out, watching his reaction to her words. He pulled her closer as she began to pump him again. He watched her as her eyes fell to their coupling, “oh my god …”

“Do you like that?”

She nodded, “I can’t … quite … believe it.”

“What?”

“How we … seem to …” She couldn’t continue, too wrapped up in the throws of ecstasy.

“… Fit together?” He finished, watching her nod her head as she continued to ride him. One of his hands went back to her clit, heightening her desire. She kept on looking, not wanting to miss a thing. She wondered in how they were united, her desire increased as she watched him continue to bring them both to a peak, she felt her vagina clamping around him and watched him as she cried out with her orgasm, his own reaction helping him to come quicker and shooting his seed into her. She continued watching as they both came back together, Mack holding onto her and kissing along her shoulder to her neck. When they finally caught each other’s eye again they were both smiling. “Wasn’t sure how you were going to respond to watching us making love.”

She turned in his lap, after they disjoined, “At first, I was a bit shocked,” he nodded, he’d seen that, “then I realised that it was just meant to be, two people who love each other, showing each other how they feel. It meant I could really see what you feel for me as you’re making love to me, and how your love for me made me feel. I liked that, very much.”

“Me too, Sophie. It was good to see how you were reacting to me and vice versa, I enjoyed it too.”

Mack sniggered, “What are you thinking about?” Sophie asked, bringing him back to the present by delicately running her hands over his still clothed arousal.

“I was just thinking about that time we made love in front of the mirror.”

“Oh really, fancy a re-enactment do you?” She remarked, as she sat up and jumped from the bed. “I knew you weren’t exactly with me for a while there, what made you think of that?”

“I was just mulling over how and when it was that you became so bold with me.”

Her face fell, “don’t you like me being bold?”

“Sophie,” he went to her pulling her to him, “yes, I love you being bold with me, don’t ever stop that. I don’t want you to go back in your shell.” He smiled down at her, “I want you as you are, I love the fact that you can now take the lead, I loved that little strip tease you did for me the other night; the quickie on top of the kitchen cupboards in your studio, whilst it was still daylight with people passing by in the street and you crying out my name as you came over me. It all excites me, especially when you do something unexpected, like passing me your knickers in that restaurant.”

She began pulling at her dress, letting it slide to the floor and exposing her completely naked body, “you know, I could do with a shower. How about you?” She sauntered into the bathroom hesitating at the doorway. She looked around the frame, clamping an arm and leg around the opening. “I could do with a hand washing my back,” she suggested.

.oOo.

“Sophie?” Jenni asked, knocking lightly on the door before entering. She closed the door behind her and walked over to the bed, placing her load on a chair as she passed it. She noticed Sophie was still in bed, her bare back toward her. “Sophie?” She said a little louder.

“Jenni?” Sophie turned in the bed pulling the bedclothes around her naked form. “Morning.”

“Morning, it looks like someone got totally ravished last night.”

Sophie’s cheeks coloured, “you didn’t hear us?”

“Relax, Sophie. I just meant from the looks of you, naked and hair all over the place.”

Sophie tried smoothing it down, “it does seem to get a bit ragged after our little episodes.” She smiled. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Granny’s dress, Steven asked me to bring it over to you.”

“Oh yes, he suggested I try it on.” She pulled the sheet around her as she went to her chest of drawers and pulled out some underwear. She skulked off into the bathroom and made herself decent before returning out into the bedroom and being helped into the dress by her sister-in-law. She pulled at the zip, surprised that the dress was a little on the large side. “Can’t believe granny was bigger than me.”

“From what I gather from Steve, your grandmother was pregnant with your Uncle Antoine, 4 months. So she was only just showing but she must have put on a bit of weight.”

She smoothed the satin down over her form and walked over to the full length mirror, the dress was amazing and she looked spectacular. “What do you think?”

“Well, retro is all the rage but you’re definitely not a wartime bride. However, I think I could put some of my fashion skills to the test, I’ve just got to pin a few things and then I can work my magic. That’s if you want me to change it, you do look lovely with the dress as it is.”

“No, Jenni, I trust you and I think granny wouldn’t mind it being changed so that it was updated. Do what you think is best.” She noticed a parcel on the chair, “is that her veil?”

“Yes.”

Jenni watched Sophie take up the tissue paper and carefully open it up. She pulled out the antique lace veil. “I can remember my mother talking about this veil on many occasions. Granny and granddad had holidayed in Paris in order to buy the finest lace for the veil. Everything else was done as cheaply as it could but she wanted the veil to be special.” She stroked the fabric over her cheek, savouring the feel of the silk thread. Meanwhile, Jenni pulled up Sophie’s hair trying to decide on a style that would suit the style of the dress and veil. Once she was satisfied she took hold of the veil as Sophie handed it to her and proceeded to push the comb into her hair. She fluffed it out letting it fall naturally. Sophie was astounded, “I look amazing.”

“And once I’ve finished with that dress you are going to knock Mack’s socks off.”

Sophie turned and threw her arms around Jenni, “thank you so much.”

“You haven’t seen what I’ve done yet.” She helped Sophie remove the dress and veil, “you’d best hurry up and get ready. Mack’s waiting to take you shopping.”

“What for?”

“Stuff for your honeymoon, I think.” Jenni carefully folded the garments and wrapped them in the tissue. “Have you got any shoes yet?”

“No, I didn’t know what dress I was going to wear so I saw little point in buying shoes.”

“We’re the same size; would you like to borrow mine? They’ll go perfectly.”

“Oh Jenni, thank you. Now I just need something new and something blue.”

Jenni opened the door, ready to leave. “Buy a garter, that will cover both.” She left Sophie to get ready as she wandered back up to the house. “She’s getting ready, Mack.”

“Did it fit?” Steven asked.

“Yes, I’m going to change it a bit, make it hers. She looks amazing in it.” Jenni looked over to Mack and smiled, “you are going to love it.”

“I know, she could wear a bin bag and I’d love her in it. I just know she’s going to look perfect.”

.oOo.

Finally the day of the wedding arrived and true to English tradition the groom wasn’t allowed to see the bride in her dress before the ceremony. Sophie had spent the night in her studio with Jenni and the girls whilst Mack and Steven had used his boat. A handful of family friends were invited along to the ceremony and were ushered into the town hall to await the happy couple. Mack arrived first and took up his position.

He felt slightly uncomfortable in his new suit, he hadn’t worn one in such a long time that he was unsure of how to wear it with ease, fidgeting with the collar of his shirt and the hem of the jacket sleeves. He’d picked out a dark charcoal suit, teaming it with a light steel grey shirt, the top button undone; no tie and black shoes. He only hoped he’d get a significant reaction from Sophie. He needn’t have worried; her mouth gaped when she saw him, surprised at how wonderful he looked.

Sophie joined Mack in front of the Mayor. He couldn’t take his eyes from her, the white satin dress clinging to her body in a way that made her look slimmer. Jenni had dispensed with the original sleeves and attached in floating crepe that just sat over the top of her shoulder. The neckline had been changed to a deep round with an inch of seed pearls attached sporadically around the edge. The waist had been nipped in and the skirt had been cut to allow more crepe fabric squares to be inserted between the gores, allowing the hem to fall into handkerchief points. The lace veil covered her face but he could see that she looked exquisite, her hair being pulled up away from her face and put into a French pleat. The shoes were of a similar fabric to the dress and styled on those from the 1920’s. She was breathtaking and he couldn’t take his eyes from her.

The ceremony was soon over and the crowd made their way along to the local café that the family often frequented when they were in Villefranche-sur-mer. A spread had been set out for them and some local musicians played old French tunes on violins and accordions, whilst Mack and Sophie lead the dancing. Once the celebrations came to a close Sophie and Mack made the short walk to the hotel that Mack had booked for their first night of married life together.

They reached the door to the room and he unlocked it, the ornate iron key turning effortlessly in the equally ornate lock. She began to walk into the room but he stopped her, picking her up in his arms and walking through the door over the threshold. He let her down gently before closing and locking the door. She stood still, awaiting his return, anticipating what the night was going to bring forth. Her eyes roamed the room as he went about lighting candles and opening windows, trying to rid the room of the stifling heat as it had been locked up for so long. “Do you like the room?”

She took in the authenticity, the long drapes, the plaster decorations that were picked out in differing colours to set them off from their background, the sweeping tulle the fell from the ceiling down around the wrought iron bed and the seemingly endless mountain of pillows and cushions. She ran into the bathroom. In the middle stood an old ceramic bath with feet, big enough for the two of them, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bath so big in my life.”

He walked as quietly as he could leaning toward her and whispering in her ear, scaring her half to death, “maybe we could test it out later, Mrs Mackintosh.”

She swung round to face him, “I wish you wouldn’t do that.” She laughed as he brought her into his embrace. “But I do love you, Mr Mackintosh. James, have I told you how gorgeous you look in that suit.”

“Not yet but don’t stop.” He growled.

“Did you always wear suits to work?” He nodded. “Katherine must have been mad to let you go.”

“Sophie, she obviously didn’t love me. Unlike you. By the way, you look passable, I suppose.”

She smacked his arm as he laughed, “Well, thank you very much. It’s nice to be appreciated.”

“Oh I appreciate you, in fact, you look absolutely stunning. You took my breath away when I saw you walking down that aisle towards me. Jenni did a good job.”

“Yes, she did. So you like it?”

“Mmm,” he kissed her neck, “but … I can’t wait to get you out of it either.” He gently removed the comb from her hair and allowed Sophie to take it from him to put out of the way on top of a chest of drawers. As she stood with her back to him he slowly undid the buttons that ran the length of her spine. Once he had finished he helped her step from it and gently laid the dress over the ornate chair that sat in the corner of the room. He went back to her and picked her up, setting her on the edge of the bed. He knelt down and drew each foot up onto his knee in turn, removing each shoe and putting them out of the way when he had finished the task.

He sat next to her on the bed his hands running over the satin of her camisole and French knickers, down over the silky sheer stockings to the blue garter that sat around her left thigh. He pulled at it letting it twang back into place. “This is unexpected.”

“Had to have something new and blue, it fit the bill. Does it excite and entice?”

“Yeah, I’m going to leave it on for a bit. Would you like to undress me?”

“Do I have to? You look so striking in that suit.”

“I can wear it again,” he smiled, “and we can’t exactly consummate our marriage comfortably with me still fully clothed.”

“Only teasing. Of course I want you out of it.” She leant into him, kissing him on the lips as her hands went to his jacket and pushed the garment from over his shoulders. He picked it up and threw it onto the chair next to the bed. She began to unbutton the shirt, opening up the fly of his trousers in order to make it easier to pull the tails out. She popped the cuff buttons open and pushed this back too. Mack picked it up and threw it over with the jacket. He stood allowing the trousers to fall to his ankles and sat back down as Sophie knelt on the floor. She put the trousers over the arm of the chair and went back to his feet pulling off his shoes and socks.

He pulled her back up to him now that he was just in his silky black boxers, and plundered her mouth with his own, their tongues meeting and jostling. He rolled her over so that she was lying within the satin cushions, his mouth and tongue finding every last inch of available skin. His mouth found its way over her first nipple and sucked at it through the camisole. His saliva seeping through the thin fabric and its cool touch grazed her bud making it erect and solid, he wanted to get to it and put his hands under the strappy vest to push it up over her head. He pulled down the strap of her bra allowing the cup to reveal more of her flesh and soon the nipple as it stood erect. He looked up to her face, “Sophie, I want you so much.”

“I’m yours, James, forever.” She moved his head back to the already bare nipple, asking him silently to tease it further as she uncovered the other and grabbed his hand to play with that one too. He obliged and his actions made her pool.

“I want you now, Sophie.” He grabbed her up and expertly removed the bra with one hand, “I need you,” he grabbed at her knickers and pulled them down her legs. “I can’t stand this any longer, I missed you last night,” he removed his boxers as quickly as he could. He made a grab for his trousers.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting a condom?”

She shook her head, “no, Mack. We’re married now, if we’re going to do this lets do this properly.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I want this, I missed you last night too and I want you to make love to me all night. And if we create a baby tonight then that’s good too, isn’t it?”

He nodded, smiling. He was definitely the luckiest man that ever walked god’s earth. “Are you ready for me?”

“Always, my love.” He lay between her legs, and pushed into her slowly. She gasped as she took in his length and it never ceased to amaze him how endearing her reaction to him was. He began to stroke into her as he built up the rhythm; she began to pant as her heart rate increased.

“Sophie, it’ll be slower next time I just have to have you.”

“I know, Mack, this is good.” She brought her stockinged legs up around his back and could now feel his pelvis moving against her clit. Her reaction to him began to rise and she could feel herself reaching an orgasm, “James, I’m going to come.”

“You are?” She nodded, “I’ll hold on for you.” He began to feel the familiar sensation of her walls clamping down around him as she started to come. “Oh, Jesus, Sophie, I can’t stop myself now.”

“Yes, James, come for me, come in me. I want you to. James!”

“Sophie!” He gritted his teeth as he pushed for the final time allowing every last drop to stay inside her. He collapsed on top of her, gasping for air. “Sophie, that was …”

“Amazing?” She finished, she watched him nod his head against her chest. “Yes, it was.” She held onto him until he crawled up to meet her. He kissed the tip of her nose, both smiling. “I love you, husband.”

“I love you too, wife.” He felt his eyes begin to get heavy. He pulled back the covers and helped Sophie get beneath them, following her under. He pulled her to him and together they fell asleep, both dreaming of the day when two would become three.

.oOo.

“So what exactly do you want to do with these clothes?” Mack asked pulling out what Sophie had left in her wardrobe.

“They’re to go out, for the homeless. But if you can bag them up and leave them by the door we can take them down later.”

“Ok. What other jobs have we got to do?”

“Not much, I’ve sorted out the canvases and paints. Everything is done up here and I’ve sorted the agent out. This will be the last of it.” She said putting the clothes she was keeping into her suitcase. “Are you going to have room for this on the yacht?”

“Loads of room.”

“Have you sorted out the mooring in England?”

“Yep, did it yesterday.”

“So we’re all set.”

“It would seem that way.” He grabbed her from behind and nipped at her neck. She turned in his arms and kissed him.

She pulled away, “I’m going to miss this place,” she said wistfully. She looked up into his face, “but I can’t wait to start my new life … with you.”

“Thought we already had,” he stated, finding her mouth again.

“Hello?” A voice shouted.

“Did you say anything?” Sophie asked after ending their kiss abruptly.

“I might be good, petal, but I’m not that good.”

“Hello?”

Both Sophie and Mack went to the banister of the mezzanine level of the studio and leant over. A tall, thin woman with short red hair stood in the vast empty space, turning on the spot. “Hello?” Sophie questioned.

The woman’s head shot up and spied them, “would I be addressing Miss Sophie Walker?”

“No, but you would be addressing Mrs Sophie Mackintosh, who recently got married,” she beamed, looking back to Mack. “And who might you be?”

“I’m Lena Martin, from Harper and Wallace.”

“Harper and Wallace?” Sophie questioned as she began to walk down the steps toward the woman. “Harper and Wallace as in the art dealers, Harper and Wallace?”

“The very same.”

“And what would they want with me?”

“Well we have a proposition for you, something that will make you a very rich woman.”
- 7
- 8
- 9
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Starting Over Again