revmeup | call me out

"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.

The hem of her dress slides up to her hips as pulls her towards him. She squeals in delight that Malcolm is playing along with this game.

"Yes," she moans, agreeing to being manhandled and being his. She catches herself on the couch when he flips her and wiggles her hips. "Give it to me. Now. Please."

He positions them with him on his knees behind her as he pushes her dress up her back. After lining his cock up to her entrance, he slides in. She's wet enough to not offer any resistance.

"Mmmm," he moans lightly, leaning down so that he can kiss and nibble at her earlobe. "I loved that squeal you made... love all the noises you make when we fuck. My beautiful Harley..."

Malcolm rocks his hips forward, starting a slow pace for now. It won't be long until he'll have to pick it up so he doesn't go out of his mind.

The moan that comes out of Harley when he pushes in is worthy of a worldclass porno. She pushes her hips back, obviously also about to go out of her mind if he keeps it slow.

"Malcolm," she whines, "I'm yours, I'm all yours. God, I love you, Malcolm!"

That moan goes straight to his cock, sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. "Damn," he says. "You're so hot. I love you too."

Reaching down, he grabs a hold of her hips so that he can thrust harder up into her. The couch rocks underneath them as they move. Once he's sure they're steady, he tugs down the top of her dress and pulls out one of her breasts, cupping it in his hand.

Harley arches underneath him and moans again. One of her hands covers his and squeezes, showing him how she wants to be touched.

"Fuck yeah, just like this. Keep going. This is exactly what I need."

Her thighs are starting to tense and her grip on the back of the couch is white knuckled.

Malcolm loves giving her what she needs. She's got him entirely wrapped around her finger. If he didn't know better, he'd think she was doing that on purpose, making him fall in love with her to then turn on him later. Malcolm's read her though. He knows she's being honest with him. For once, he's letting go of his doubts.

He squeezes her breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "You're mine," he tells her again. "I'm never letting you go." The thrusts grow rougher now as Malcolm starts to lose himself inside of her. The sound of his hips crashing against hers fills his apartment.

Harley writhes beneath him and cries out with every thrust, every pinch, every fervent promise.

"I'm yours," she answers between hot, ragged puffs of breath. "Always, always, always yours."

Her fingers sneak between her legs, rubbing fast circles over her clit as he pounds away. Sex with Malcolm has always been amazing, but it's never been like this. He loves her and he needs her and, okay yes she knows sex shouldn't be the validation she seeks in their relationship, but it's still so fucking nice.

"Fuck," he whispers, slowing the pace of his hips only so he can help her sit up. Malcolm wants to be able to feel her body against his. This position, while absolutely lovely for his cock, doesn't give him enough contact with the rest of her.

Once she's got her head leaned back on his shoulder, he grips her hips tightly and increases his speed again. "Harley..." Malcolm nibbles on her earlobe. "God, you're perfect. I love you."

The muscles in his legs start to tighten and he can feel himself getting close.

Like this, Harley thinks she can feel the beat of his heart against her back but it may just be her own pounding hard enough to burst.

"Malcolm, I--"

She reaches back and tangles one hand in his hair, her other still working at a frantic pace between her legs. But it's his teeth on her ear and his voice that pushes her over the edge of orgasm.

She comes with a sharp gasp of air and a shudder in her legs.

"Yes!" he says as he feels her on the precipice. "Come for me..." Malcolm gazes down her body, watching her hand moving between her legs. The sight of her touching herself and the feeling of her body contracting against his send him spiraling into bliss.

He holds on to her tightly as the orgasm rushes through him, burying his face in her hair as he moans. Maybe it's because of what he feels for her, but sex with her is undoubtedly the best he's ever had.

Malcolm reaches out for leverage against the arm of the couch as both of them come down and catch their breaths. He tilts Harley's face towards his and brushes his lips against hers.

Harley's lips curl into a smile when he kisses her and she sighs happily. She's practically boneless in his arms.

"That ... was so hot." She chuckles and pops her fingers in her mouth to lick them clean.

Harley shifts to face him and slip her arms around his waist.

"I love you, Malcolm Bright, and if you're feeling up to it there's something else I want to do with you tonight."

It was hot. They'd had some amazing sex before, but there was something special about that, as spurred on as it had been by his admission of love. Malcolm holds her close, burying his nose in her hair.

"Oh yeah?" he asks. "I'm intrigued."

Harley pulls his shirt up to touch his skin. Her nails drag lightly up his sides.

"I want to sleep with you. In the same bed."

That causes his smile to fall. "Harley..." He sighs. "I know you can defend yourself, but I don't want to unwittingly attack you in my sleep. I don't want to fight you." Honestly, because he'd probably lose. "Even wearing the restraints I might still hurt you."

The memory of how he had almost stabbed Eve is all too vivid. Granted, he hadn't been wearing his restraints at the time. At least he wouldn't be able to get to a knife if he was strapped in.

Harley kisses the corner of his mouth to turn that frown upside down. Her touch under his shirt shifts from teasing to soothing.

"I know you're scared of hurting me, but I know how to restrain a patient in crisis. You won't hurt me." Granted, they have wildly different thresholds for what might count as damage.

"We can do it in steps. Set an alarm for, like, half an hour, and see how that goes. I want to at least try."

He takes a deep breath, thinking. Of all the women he's been with, Harley is the one most equipped to handle him in the middle of a night terror. Malcolm just hates that she has to do that at all.

His eyes meet hers. "The nightmares have been a little better lately," he admits. Putting the girl in the box to rest helped. "I want to try too, I'll just... hate myself if I hurt you."

Before he used the restraints, Jessica used to take the brunt of his nighttime flailings. When he saw the bruises on her in the morning, he used to feel horrible.

"If we're going to try this, we should probably set the alarm for 2 hours. That way I'll go through a whole cycle of REM sleep."

"It's gonna be just fine."

Harley slides her arms around him and hugs him close. Her head rests on his shoulder.

"We're only testing the waters, for a little bit. If it doesn't work then we can drop it." Although she would want to try again, once hurt feelings had time to cool off.

"I just want to stay close to you, that's all."

Malcolm strokes his fingers up and down her bare back.

"I know," he says softly. "I want that too." Leaning down, he kisses her forehead. "I'm willing to try it because it's you, because I know you can defend yourself. Just... try not to kick my ass, okay?"

He's been known to sleep walk and do all sorts of things. Fortunately, the restraints cut down on a lot of that.

Harley smiles at him and laughs a little. "I promise to do the bare minimum of ass kicking."

She shifts into his lap, and it's not for sexy reasons this time. She just wants to be as near as she can. He knows how much she loves a cuddle by now.

"Thank you. I know how huge this is for you."

He wraps his arms around her and holds her close to him. Cuddling must be another reason why she wants to sleep in bed with him. Not that he's complaining.

"Yeah. I've never slept in bed with someone else, at least not intentionally." He kisses her temple. Malcolm's worried, but Harley's right that they ought to at least try it and see. He's never felt this way about any woman he's dated in the past. If they have a future together, he wants them to be able to sleep in the same bed.

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