revmeup | call me out

Malcolm watches her get up and pace. "Why not? You're smart, you're good. You've made mistakes, but lots of people have. You'd be an asset to a research facility. They'd be stupid not to have you."

Apparently he's not drawing the parallel here between Harley's life and his own. It had been nothing for him to start up with the NYPD, thanks to Gil, but he'd also like to think that it's because he's good at his job. The FBI threw away one of the best closers they had. The feds' loss is NYC's gain.

"God, Malcolm!" Harley rounds on him, pinning him to his seat with one knee between his legs and her hands on his shoulders. "It's not. Going. To happen."

Her mouth is pressed into a hard thin line and she squeezes her eyes closed as she tries to keep her shit together. "Let it go, okay?"

Harley slides off his lap to slump next to him with her head in her hands. "Just... give me a list of whatever it is you want me to say and I'll stick to the script."

His eyes widen and he looks up at her when he ends up pinned to the couch. Malcolm isn't really scared of her, even though he knows she can kick his ass.

He takes a long drink of his whiskey when Harley sits down next to him, then gently reaches for one of her hands.

"No," Malcolm says quietly. "I don't want you to have to stick to a script. Just... don't insult her and don't talk about any obvious criminal activity. We'll be fine."

He's realizing that he doesn't want to turn this into a dog and pony show. Harley is who she is and he loves her for that. Either his mother will accept it or she won't.

Harley doesn't look at him, but she squeezes his hand. Her fingers are cold.

"So we're done with rehearsals, Professor Henry Higgins?"

"Yeah," he says. Malcolm brushes a piece of her hair back, then puts his arms around her and pulls her into his lap. "I'm sorry."

He may have a point about her needing polishing - they both know it - but he's being kind of an asshole. Harley knows what she can and can't say in front of his mother. She's not an idiot.

Harley lets him gather her into his arms and curls into him. She takes a deep breath and really looks at him.

"Do you want a woman who brunches and charms moms and does and says all the right things?" Her fingers trace the contours of his cheek. "Because that's not me. That's never gonna be me. You have to know that by now, right?"

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He exhales slowly. "I just want everyone to get along," Malcolm says, sure he's sounding like a little boy who wishes his parents wouldn't fight. One big happy family just isn't in the cards for him, is it? "But you're what I want, Harley. You as you are." Malcolm meets her eyes. "I love the person that you are."

That's the first time he's said it and he knows it. Malcolm tenses, waiting to see how she reacts.

Harley goes tense all over. Her eyes are wide and fixed on his face for any sign that he might be joking, like any second now the cameramen will come out hiding and this whole thing was a prank show all along.

"Did you just--"

She swallows hard. Her throat suddenly feels so, so dry.

"Are you just saying that to get out of a fight?"

"What? No. I didn't think we were in a fight anymore." It's not the reaction someone usually has when hearing that their significant other loves them, but maybe it's pretty typical for the two of them. "Of course I love you, Harley. I know it's taken a while for me to say it. I had to be sure, but I've known it for a long time.

As much as he wants to hug her tightly, he keeps his hold loose. She already looks like a deer about to bolt at the first loud noise.

Surprise slowly gives way to amazement across her face. Harley knew he cared, but had never expected to actually hear the words.

She throws her arms around his neck and kisses him deeply. When she has to pull away for breath she keeps her forehead pressed against his.

"Say it again?"

He returns the kiss, opening his mouth and sliding his tongue against hers. His grip on her tightens now, holding her close to him.

Once he's caught his breath, he speaks again. "I love you, Harley Quinn. The two of us fit together so perfectly, I never would have imagined it when we first met. Now I honestly don't know what I'd do without you in my life."

Malcolm bites his lip. "If I call you mine, is that going to trigger anything negative for you?" He wants to make sure. Joker was so obviously possessive of her, and Malcolm has gone out of his way to be the complete and total opposite of him.

Harley's fingers slide into his hair as their tongues entwine. A soft, pleased noise escapes her when he holds her tight.

She looks at him with bright eyes when he confesses his love again, her smile so wide it hurts. Her fingers smooth his hair back, trace his features, trail over his neck. He loves her. He loves her, and she's never been happier.

"I want to be yours. I love you. God, I love you so much, Malcolm. You're never getting rid of me now."

Malcolm laughs and grins at her, his own eyes lighting up at her happiness. "Good thing I don't want to get rid of you." He rests his head on top of hers, nuzzling her hair. "You're mine. You're mine forever. And I'm yours too." He laughs again. "Sorry, I think you got the raw end of that deal."

Putting up with him? Good luck. They both have their issues though. Somehow they still make it work.

"Mine," she says quietly against the side of his neck, sounding awed that she gets to have him. She kisses the soft skin underneath his ear, giving him a brief chance to stop her before she brings teeth into it.

If Malcolm is hers, she wants to mark her property. He can analyze that all he likes some other time.

All hers. He doesn't stop her. "Trying to mark your territory?" he asks. That bite is going to be somewhat visible, but he doesn't care that much.

Malcolm gently rubs at her back. He'd make a joke about marking her too, but she already has enough marks from men who've tried to own her. "You're mine," he says again, just because he likes the sound of the words coming out of his mouth.

Harley mumbles agreement, on both counts. Her lashes flutter against his skin as she moves to another spot to leave another mark.

She wouldn't mind a few marks of her own, would even welcome it, but not until she finishes this job. Maybe she'll suggest it to him.

"I love you," she whispers against his throat, over and over. She hasn't said it since Niagara Falls and apparently needs to make up for lost time.

"That's the first time you've said since we were away," he says, picking up on that immediately. "I'm sorry to make you wait so long." It's music to his ears though and he closes his eyes as Harley's lips ghost over his skin.

"I said that you look beautiful, but what I think I meant is that you look incredibly sexy in that," Malcolm tells her. It's an outfit that shows off all of her best physical features, especially her legs.

"You like it that much?" Of course he does. Harley picked out every piece of her look specifically to get a rise out of him. "Then I'll leave it on when you bend me over this sofa and fuck my brains out."

Her voice is getting a rough edge of lust and she nips at his earlobe after she says it.

"I think I'd have to be blind not to like it," he replies. There's not much to the dress. It's short, dips low in the front, and has no back. It looks absolutely amazing on her.

Malcolm lets out a low moan at her words and the way she nibbles at his earlobe. "Yeah?" he replies, his own voice getting rougher. "Is that what I'm going to do to you?" One of his hands starts to slide up her inner thigh.

Harley kisses him with a grin, catching his lip lightly between her teeth before dipping her tongue into his mouth.

"That's exactly what you're gonna do," she coos as she shifts her legs further apart to encourage his touch. Her own hand rubs him through the front of his trousers. "Because you love me."

"I do," he confirms. "I love you very much."

Malcolm moans low in his throat when Harley starts touching him. Reaching under her dress, he grips the waistband of her panties and starts to pull them down her legs. They're lacy and black, the sort of thing she looks incredible in, the sort of thing his mother probably found on the floor that morning.

Once the underwear is off, he puts his hand back between her legs and rubs his fingers through her wetness. Sometimes he can't believe how quickly he's able to turn her on.

Harley nearly whimpers when he says the L word. It's way too obvious she hasn't heard it nearly enough in her life, but she's well past the point of trying to put up a front with Malcolm.

"I'm so ready for you. Please don't make me wait."

She undoes his belt and the front of his trousers with nimble fingers so she can stroke him to full hardness.

He looks forward to being able to tell her that every day from now on. Malcolm leans his head back against the couch and moans a gentle sigh when Harley starts stroking him. He hasn't been with a ton of women in his life, but nobody has made him feel like she does.

Before he pushes his pants down and out of the way, he reaches for his wallet. Thank God he keeps remembering to put a new condom in there because the two of them go through them like tissues. Malcolm hands her the packet, letting her do the honors.

"I really gotta get the implant or somethin'," Harley mutters as she rips the foil open and drops the wrapper on the floor. She kisses him deep and slow as she unrolls the condom down his erection.

Then she cruelly slides to the other end of the sofa.

"If you want to fuck me, come here and take me. Make me yours, Malcolm. All yours, and only yours."

A sly smile crosses his lips as he watches her scoot away from him. He gets up and slowly starts advancing on her. "Yeah? You want me to bend you over this sofa, right? You're my girl now. All mine."

Malcolm quickly grabs her around the waist and tugs her back towards the middle of the couch, flipping her over in the process.

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