revmeup | call me out

[ It's really nice to hear it in person and it brings a smile to his face. He can't say the words back to her, because he doesn't want to lie to her. Admitting he loves someone isn't easy for him, and it has entirely to do with his own trauma and nothing to do with Harley.

Instead, he tilts her chin up gently and gazes into her eyes before brushing his thumb over her cheekbone. She is absolutely beautiful to him. Malcolm leans in and kisses her slowly, intimately, perhaps in a way that she hasn't been kissed before. He wants to show her that he loves her with actions, even if he can't say the words yet. ]

[ The way he kisses her takes her breath away and sets off butterflies in her stomach. Everything about him is too good for her, but he wants her anyway. He really does. Somehow their broken edges fit together. ]

Oh.

[ It's all she can think to say, and it comes out in such a small voice. She can feel a blush rising up her chest. Harley slides both hands into his hair and kisses the life out of him. ]

[ He thinks he might have broken her there for a second. Malcolm has never seen Harley so tender. He's certainly never seen her blush. She really does love him.

Malcolm returns the kiss with equal abandon, reaching up to undo her pigtails so that he can bury his hands in her hair as well. They may both be broken, but that's what he loves about her. They can be fucked up together and try to do better together. They can support each other. Harley may be the closest person who knows what it's like to be inside of his mind.

His free arm wraps around her waist and he tugs her close to him. He's tried to shy away from acting possessive of her, worried that it would trigger memories of her relationship with Joker. Malcolm wants to be everything Joker wasn't.

The tub is full and they manage to part long enough to get into it. Malcolm rests back against the edge while Harley sits between his legs, facing away from him. He closes his eyes, finally able to relax a bit after an exhausting day. ]

[ Harley slips his arms around her and tips her head against his shoulder. She can feel his heartbeat against her back. She fully exhales, and all her tension leaves with her breath. Malcolm's presence is like an anchor for her, grounding her when she's about to spin out of control.

Harley couldn't say when that started. She hadn't noticed his growing importance in her life and then suddenly he was the center of her emotional orbit.

This is a nearly perfect moment. Shame to ruin it. ]

There's something you need to know.

[ Her fingers trace the backs of his hands. She sucks in a breath. ]

Joker isn't going to just let me go, once he finds out I'm moving on. And he will find out.

[ She does know how to ruin a perfect moment, doesn't she?

Malcolm turns his hands over so that their palms are touching. He laces his fingers with hers and leans forward to kiss her shoulder. For a long moment, he's silent, mulling that over. ]

If he comes, I can deal with him.

[ A small part of Malcolm, the same part that has self-destructive tendencies, thinks it might be interesting to go toe to toe with Joker. ]

No.

[ She goes rigid and squeezes his fingers. ]

No. I will take care of him. Just-- Don't ask me how I do it.

[ The idea of what Joker could do, and how unprepared Malcolm is no matter what he thinks, wrenches her gut. And then again thinking about the things she's going to do to keep Joker out of their lives. ]

But you need... It's only fair you get a chance to back out, because of ... all that baggage.

[ Malcolm freezes along with her. He's surprised by the vehemence of her response, and only slightly worried that she might do something illegal to get rid of Joker if he comes for them. ]

You know I'm trained in various forms of combat, right? [ He might not look like it, but he knows how to use a gun, a knife, hand to hand combat and psychological warfare. All in one unassuming package.

At the mention of baggage, he lets out a laugh. ]

Look who you're talking to about baggage, Harley.

[ Ohhh, she is definitely going to do some very illegal things, Joker or no Joker. That's another awkward conversation for down the line. ]

That's not the kind of fight that's coming. I know, I know you're capable, but can't you let someone else take care of you this time?

[ No, he really can't. That's what he wants to answer, but he at least lets it roll around in his brain for a moment before opening his mouth. ]

That's hard for me. I protect everyone. I want to protect you, even if you probably don't need it.

[ Malcolm rests his chin on her shoulder and wraps an arm around her waist. Time for some depressing introspection. ]

What do you even see in me if I can't help keep you safe?

[ He's essentially made it his life's mission to protect the people around him, especially the ones he cares about. ]

Good dick.

[ The quip is out of her mouth before her brain even registers it. Sometimes she really can't help herself. ]

Malcolm, I'm not with you because I want you to save me.

[ Harley turns to face him. It's a little awkward in a tub, but the luxury bath is big enough to make it work. She holds his face in her hands and kisses him gently. ]

You're a good man. You're good to me. I don't deserve it, and you even think that I do.

[ She presses her forehead against his and trails her fingers down his neck, over his chest. ]

I've been the only one protecting me for my whole life. It's gonna be a while before I figure out how to let someone help.

[ He can't help but smile at that, even as his cheeks redden. Count on Harley to make him laugh and manage to embarrass him in a serious moment.

The fact that she might not need a savior is a hard one for him to swallow. That's who he's always been. Most of his romantic relationships haven't centered around that, but being with Harley just feels like a perfect storm of everything he's good at. He loves her and he can help her. ]

Okay. [ It's going to take some work on his part, but he'll try to back off for her sake. That doesn't mean that he's going to stop caring or stop trying to help her, but he'll maybe try to not be so zealous about it. It's honestly going to be a bit difficult for him. ]

[ Harley kisses him again before unwrapping the free bar of soap provided by the hotel. She brings it to a lather between her hands and starts to soap up his skin. ]

I want to let you in. I just don't remember how to open the door yet, you know?

[ If anyone can understand that feeling, it's Malcolm. ]

We'll figure it out. We've been doing pretty good so far and we haven't been trying.

[ He nods, because he does understand. Malcolm lays back against the edge of the tub, his eyes closed as she rubs her hands over him. ]

Relationships are difficult, but I want one with you.

[ For all their problems and reasons why a relationship might never work, he still wants to try. He's never met someone like Harley, someone who could not only understand his demons but could also cope with them. ]

[ Harley sees him relax and smiles in a soft way she only does when she thinks nobody is watching. She washes herself quickly, because she can't wait to get her hands on him again. ]

And what else do you want with me?

[ There's an edge of mischief in her voice and her hands slip under the water to drag her nails lightly over his thighs. ]

[ He smiles and opens his eyes a crack when he feels her hands moving over his thighs. ]

A blowjob?

[ If she's going to use that mischievous tone, then he's going to respond mischievously. ]

When we get out. I don't want you to drown. Besides, I won't be able to watch you if your head's under the water.

[ Harley laughs against his neck and trails light kisses across his skin. ]

Thanks for the consideration. I don't want to drown either.

[ Her fingers curl loosely around the base of his cock while she kisses him slow and deep. ]

[ He moans low in his throat as he kisses her, taking his time to taste her mouth while she touches him. Just that gentle stimulation has him hard and ready to go for her.

His fingers drift up her side until he's cupping one of her breasts, his thumb brushing over her nipple. ]

[ Harley sighs into their kiss at his hand on her breast, and her own hand moves in slow even strokes up and down his erection. ]

Malcolm...

[ She whispers his name just for the pleasure of saying it. Not long ago, she wanted nothing more than a long soak in the tub together. Now she can't wait to get out. ]

[ Part of him hates to move, but another part of him knows that better things will be in store if they get up. The way she says his name sends a spark of electricity down his spine. After continuing to kiss her for another moment, he reluctantly pulls her hand away from him.

They get out of the tub and help dry each other off, Malcolm rubbing her wet hair until it's not dripping anymore. Once they're sufficiently dry, he scoops her up in a bridal hold and carries her back to the bedroom.

After placing her on the bed, he joins her, laying on his side and pulling her close again. ]

So was that a yes to the blowjob request? [ He gives her an innocent smile. Harley has to know that he will return the favor twofold. ]

[ Harley lets him take the lead, but can't resist sneaking in kisses and teasing touches whenever she can. He has a fresh hickey at the base of his neck by the time they reach the bed. It's juvenile, but immensely satisfying to leave a mark on him without having to worry about their arrangement being noticed. ]

That's a yes.

[ She kisses him, and pushes him onto his back as she does. ]

To anything you want.

[ Her path down his body is agonizingly slow as she explores and teases and worships in ways she never let herself indulge before. Malcolm is hers now, and she's going to show him what that means. ]

[ The hickey will at least be covered by his dress shirts, so nobody at work can tease him about it. They know he's seeing someone, especially because he had to tell Gil why he had to run off so quickly tonight, but so far he's kept his private life private when it comes to Harley. He expects there will be questions when he gets back to the city.

Not that he's worried about it right now. ]

Anything? Sounds like a dangerous promise to make.

[ Malcolm digs his fingers in Harley's hair as she makes her way over and down his chest. Her lips and tongue feel absolutely delightful on him, even as his cock begs for more attention. She'll find a number of scars on his chest and abdomen, most prominently the place on his side where Watkins stabbed him. The stitches have been removed, but he'll always have the discolored patch of skin as a souvenir. ]

Dangerous for who?

[ Malcolm's fingers in her hair send a jolt straight between her thighs, but she keeps her slow deliberate pace. Harley doesn't kill the mood by asking about his scars, but she does linger over the newest ones with gentle kisses and light touches.

When she finally, finally reaches her goal she meets his eyes as her tongue presses against the head of his cock. She closes her lips around him and eases his length down her throat. ]

Edited 2020-05-07 01:10 (UTC)

You. [ He shrugs. ] But maybe not. [ There's not much off limits for Harley and Malcolm is relatively vanilla by comparison.

Malcolm keeps his hand in her hair, tugging gently and keeping up that tension. He knows she loves it. Scars are welcome to be kissed, and he'd talk about them if she asked, but he's fine with not breaking the mood. She's teased him long enough anyway.

He watches her press her tongue to his cock, a soft moan escaping his lips. Malcolm has waited so patiently, and God it's always worth it with her. He doesn't think he's seen anything hotter than the way she can take his entire cock in her mouth so easily. ]

Fuck, Harley...

[ Harley takes him all the way in and holds him there for as long as she can, and then pulls off with a gasp. ]

That's exactly right. Fuck Harley.

[ She runs the flat of her tongue up the length of him and takes him in her mouth again. She wraps her hand around the base of his cock and strokes him in time with the bobbing of her head. The entire time she keeps her eyes locked on his face, soaking in every microexpression. ]

[ Malcolm watches her, his blue eyes glowing electric with want. It's all he can do to control himself and not fuck her beautiful mouth. His hips still move involuntarily up against her, his fingers twined tightly in her hair.

He moans, unrestrained, as his cock throbs in her mouth. With the way she teased him and made him wait, he doesn't anticipate lasting very long. ]

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