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A Little Something	By : CaptainAndromeda Category: Casts RPF > Monty Python Views: 1490 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Monty Python. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 3: In too deep…
Terry G sighed heavily. “Wow Mike, that’s one hell of a problem you’ve got there!” He said watching Mike down the rest of his beer.
“No really, I hadn’t noticed.” He replied sardonically, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
An uncomfortable silence fell between the two friends; they didn’t even dare look each other in the eye. Mike knew that Terry G was more shocked than he let on. Years of working together had told Mike that Terry G was extremely good at hiding any emotions he was feeling. He chanced a glance at his friend only to see him staring back, not with disgust, but with pity. Sighing heavily, Mike thought it best to break the silence.
“So, you still think this is nothing to worry about?” He asked clasping his hands on his lap to prevent them from shaking.
“Well, it certainly makes things a little more complicated than they were a few seconds ago.” Terry G admitted. “Though I stand by what I said before, I believe that it’s just a crush.”
“Terry I’m too old for crushes.” He moaned. “Crushes are the kind of thing that young girls get on the guys with big biceps and no brain cells.”
“Mikey everyone gets crushes, no matter how old they! Heck I’ve even had a few!” He admitted, a guilty smile playing across his face. “And just because I’ve had crushes, does not mean I wish to act upon them! It just means I’m admiring a fine specimen of a woman.”
“Hmm, thanks Gilly.” Mike chuckled, feeling a little better. It was hard to feel bad about his situation when Gilly had been through the same thing and had come out of it laughing. “I think I’ll just try and see as little of her as I can.” He added.
“Well, I think you’ll have to start that plan another time,” He said looking behind Mike with an amusing smile on his face. “Because she’s behind you.”
Mike felt the familiar sensation in the pit of his stomach as he turned round to see Sarah at the bar with a friend. He felt his brain telling him to turn away, to turn his back so that she wouldn’t see him, but his heart was telling him to go over, to smell her honey scent one more time. He could feel his heart beating faster with each passing second, his breath catching in his chest as he watched her smile at the barman…her smile, he thought, so beautiful...no, I can’t think like this anymore, I have to turn away…turn away. However much he wanted to, he could not avert his eyes from this vision of perfection; instead he rose from his seat.
“Mike, what are you doing?” Terry G hissed through his teeth.
“I need to talk to her.” He answered simply, then walked away not looking behind him.
Mike couldn’t believe he was doing this. His plan to stay away from her had failed; he just couldn’t bear not being around her. As he approached her, he felt his heart skip a beat as he heard her musical laugh. He walked up behind her and coughed.
“Miss Jones,” he said in a teacher style voice. “I had no idea you drunk.”
Sarah jumped as though she had received an electric shock and spun on the spot. He features softened when she saw who it was.
“Mike! Oh you did give me a fright!” She laughed, though she was slightly out of breath. “And yes, I’m a bad girl for drinking!” She added with a playful smirk.
There was a short silence, in which Mike contemplated leaning in to embrace her, but he knew he couldn’t. He knew that if he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself kissing her.
“What are you doing out this late?” She asked, sliding her hand along the bar so it was barely inches from Mike’s. “Helen let you out to play American style?” She raised her eyebrows and smirked.
“Well she had to insist of course, and I had Gilly drag me out by my hair.” He laughed.
“Oh I think we’ll join you!” She exclaimed. “You don’t mind do you Lee?” She said over her shoulder to her friend, who was eying Mike quizzically.
“No of course I don’t mind!” He replied. “You go; I’ll be back with the drinks in a moment.”
Sarah smiled broadly and took Mike’s arm, causing the familiar lurch in his stomach to rear its head again. She led him over to Terry G’s table, and when she reached it, embraced the American warmly.
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Mike couldn’t remember the last time that he’d had so much fun, even with the Python’s. He soon discovered that Sarah had inherited her father’s obscure sense of humour, and Mike found himself immersed in everything she had to say. Whether it was amusing stories from New Zealand, or her next film, Mike found himself entranced by her. The way her eyes sparkled when she laughed, and how a stray strand of red hair fell over her face. The whole evening he never took his eyes off her, not even when Terry G bade him goodnight and Sarah’s friend Lee left for home.
When they were left alone, Mike’s longing to kiss her reached boiling point. They were sitting inches apart, and when she lent over to get her drink, her honey scent washed over him like a tidal wave, and erupted a furious desire throughout his entire body. His breathing became every more rapid and harsh, and all thoughts of his marriage seemed to evaporate from his mind. He hadn’t felt this way since he first met Helen when he was 16, he felt alive again. He also knew right there and then, this was no crush.
“So, when is the masterpiece out for all to see?” Mike asked, setting his glass down on the table.
“17^th of November I think.” She replied, sounding a little unsure of herself. “If Pete ever gets the editing done, he’s terrible! At this rate we’re going to end up with a 5 hour film!” She chuckled.
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Mike looked at his watch, it was almost 11:30pm and he knew that Helen would be wandering where he was. He had been so immersed in Sarah that he had forgotten about his wife at home, all he wanted to do was be with her. As the silence between them grew, Mike could see Sarah inching closer to him; her hand was millimetres from his and twitched as if wanting to grab it. He also noticed that he breathing was coming in short gasps, as if she’d run a mile, the same as his was. Sarah then coughed and looked at her watch.
“Blimey is that the time!” She exclaimed, reaching under the table for her bag. “I had better get going Mike, I may be 28 but apparently I still get curfews.” She added, chuckling to herself.
“Ah, I had better be going too, Helen will think I’ve done a runner.” He smiled, even though he felt gut-wrenching disappointment of having to leave. “I’ve enjoyed tonight…w-we should do it again.”
“That would be wonderful!” She replied happily, getting her feet and putting her coat around her shoulders. “Fancy walking me to my car Sir?” She asked playfully.
“But of course Ma’am!” He answered in a butler style voice.
As they walked into the warm night air, Mike felt a soft hand slide its way into his. He looked down and saw Sarah’s hand clasping his own, and though it was only a friendly gesture, he felt a glimmer of hope set itself in his brain. He even felt her hand tremble slightly within his own, and he squeezed it tighter. When they reached her car, they turned to face each other, both gazing into each other’s eyes, unfathomable expressions on their faces.
“Well, I suppose I had better bid the lady goodnight.” He breathed, watching and she leant closer.
“Mmm, I had a really good time tonight Mike.” She whispered, now so close to his face that he could feel her breath.
Mike gulped and took a deep breath; all of his concentration was focused on trying to pull her into a passionate embrace. He suddenly felt a hand smoothly wind its way around his waist, followed by the other and pulling them together.
“You know,” she breathed seductively. “I always thought you were the best looking Python.” She ran her fingers through his hair, causing shock waves of pleasure to radiate through Mike’s body.
“D-Do you think this kind of discussion is appropriate, I mean, you have had an awful lot to drink.” He choked, very aware of where her hands were.
“I do.” She whispered delicately, now so close to Mike that their noses were touching.
Even though every fibre in his body was telling him pull away, to walk away from her and never set eyes on her again, he could feel his heart pushing him closer to her. Before he knew what was happening, Sarah leant forward and their lips touched. The fire that had been burning in him suddenly roared uncontrollably, threatening to burn out of control. Mike suddenly found him responding to the kiss, which went from soft to passionate in seconds. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly up against him. His hands erupted with a life of their own and began exploring her body, from her neck to the base of her spine. He knew that what he was doing was wrong, and that he was jeopardising 40 years of marriage, but for now that didn’t matter. He let her silky red hair fall through his fingers, and he caressed her soft cheeks with his thumb, very aware that she was fumbling with the back door to her car. Mike faintly heard the car door open, and suddenly found himself being pulled by his jacket into the back seat.
He fumbled to close the door behind him, and felt Sarah slide his jacket off his shoulders and discard it in the foot well. He crawled up her body until his lips met her own, moving his hands up and down her toned stomach causing soft moans to escape her lips. He moved his kisses delicately down her neck and her collarbone, making he arch her back and let out a more passionate moan. Mike slid his hand slowly up her top, basking in the euphoria of her warm, soft skin. He slowly lifted her top over her head, the sight of her black lacy bra pushed him over the edge and he felt himself harden against his trousers as he slowly kissed the tops of her breasts. He could feel Sarah unbuttoning his shirt, and soon it fell discarded with her top. She ran her fingers tenderly along his bare chest until they reached his belt, and she began to undo it. Whilst she was working his belt, he began on her skirt, sliding it off her hips and throwing it onto the ever growing pile of clothes.
“If you don’t want to…” She gasped as Mike began more kisses up her neck.
“Course I do.” He growled, letting her pull his trousers from him.
He was vaguely aware that his hands were snaking themselves round Sarah’s body, until they reached her bra clasp and opened it with ease. Mike moaned softly as she pushed her bra aside to reveal her breasts in full, and placed more delicate kisses round the nipple. He felt her hands making their way down his stomach to the tops of his boxer shorts; they seemed to play there for a while, then they slipped underneath the soft fabric and began stroking his erection, slowly at first then becoming more vigorous. Mike moaned forcefully her hand became rhythmic, gently stroking the head. Before he knew what was happening, she’d thrown his boxers to join the rest of his clothes in the foot well and her knickers went soon after, and then turned him on his back so that she was on top. Smiling seductively at him, she began a trail of kisses down his torso until she reached his erection. Mike knew what was coming next, and sure enough, she took his hardened member in her mouth and began teasing it with her tongue. It was pleasure unlike anything he had experienced before, waves of pleasure pulsated through his body and he felt himself on the brink. But before he could come, she had withdrawn her mouth and was crawling back up his body to meet his lips. Cradling her in his arms, he turned her on her back. Their eyes met for a second, need and wanting shone brightly in their eyes, he didn’t need to ask, placing one more delicate kiss on her neck, Mike entered her.
“Oh…God.” She gasped, wrapping her legs round Mike’s waist, pushing him in further.
Mike rhythmically moved himself in and out, trailing yet more kisses round her breasts. She threw her head back in pleasure, crying out his name again and again as she came, Mike followed shortly after moaning loudly and mumbling her name. She whimpered with post-orgasmic pleasure, as Mike laid his head on her stomach.
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