revmeup | call me out

An incurable romantic. [ She crosses her ankles behind him and dips her head to brush her lips lightly against his. ] Don't go spreading it around and ruinin' my rep. [ She teases his lips apart with her tongue and tugs his hair to tip his head back more so she can kiss him as deeply as she wants. ]

Your secret's safe with me. [ He murmurs it against her lips, then lets her explore his mouth, his tongue dancing against hers. They pull back for breath, Malcolm pushing her more urgently against the glass as he thrusts up into her. ] You deserve romance.

[ She deserves whatever she wants, according to him, but that's just his emotions talking. When he's got his cock buried deep inside her, he wants to give her everything. ]

[ She deserves romance as long as he doesn't have to say the words, but it would be cruel to needle him about that right now. She bites her lip and lets her head fall back agains the window glass with a gentle thud when he enters her. ]

Is this how you're gonna woo me, Malcolm?

By fucking you against a window? [ He smiles against the skin of her neck. ] I think I can do better than that. [ Right now he's a little distracted though.

Malcolm hikes her up a bit, still using her back against the window as leverage. Her body is now at the perfect height for him to kiss her breasts. He sucks at the skin between them before kissing over to one of her nipples and taking it in his mouth. ]

Oh? By all means...

[ Harley moans as his lips move across her skin. She arches her back, pushing her breast to his mouth. Between his body and the window, she doesn't have full range of movement but she uses what leverage she has to roll her hips against him. ]

Show me what you've got.

[ Malcolm pulls back from her breast so that he can speak. ] Depends on whether you mean this round or not. I can take you over to the bed and make love to you...

[ He's got a pretty good pace going now, so he's loathe to stop, but he would if she asked him to. As much as he enjoys their wilder sex, the two of them haven't really made love yet. Malcolm wonders if it's something she's ever done. ]

Or we can wait until next time. [ He presses kisses down her breastbone while she thinks about that, if she can even think right now. Malcolm pumps faster into her as his pleasure builds. They might reach a point where they'll have to wait until next time regardless. ]

[ If she weren't so wonderfully distracted at the moment, Harley would scoff at his suggestion to make love when he already said he doesn't love her (yet, yet). She might even get defensive and pick a fight, because she's especially vulnerable and open being the first one to say the words. But Malcolm is doing a great job keeping her attention strictly on the physical, so she barely registers what he says.

She only picks up that he suggested doing something other than exactly what is already happening and whines in protest. ]

If you stop for even a second I swear to God I'll never forgive you.

[ Harley watches him with her eyes half closed and glazed with lust. He's so beautiful, she could look at him all night. ]

Almost there, baby. Use your teeth? Please?

[ He's glad this is so distracting then, because he doesn't want to fight with her. His feelings are because of his own shit, not her. Deep down, he knows he loves her. She probably knows it too. Malcolm just can't say it yet. ]

A little harsh... [ He grins up at her, his eyes equally glazed over. She looks so good when she's in pleasure.

When she asks for his teeth, Malcolm nips at the soft skin of her breast, giving her little bites across it until he reaches the nipple. He takes it into his mouth, sucking it and rolling it between his teeth, before tugging on it. ]

[ Harley's lashes flutter closed and she moans low and long as he works her nipple between his teeth. He's more gentle than she's used to, but so thorough with his attentions that she doesn't need to push for more.

She turns her head and presses her cheek to the glass. If she focuses on the skyline and distant lights below, she can nearly imagine they're flying. It's dizzying and thrilling, and she wouldn't care who saw them now.

She glances back at him and the sight of him flushed with her breast in his mouth, her pale skin dotted with marks from his teeth, makes her come harder and faster than she expected and she cries out in a mix of pleasure and surprise. Her palms press against the glass and she uses the leverage to ride him through her orgasm. ]

[ The marks won't stay long, but they're in a place that the public won't see anyway. He kind of likes the idea of marking her as his, so he bites down a little bit harder as she starts to come.

His vantage point isn't as unique as hers, though he'll never complain about being this close to her breasts. She squeezes tightly around his cock, every desperate moan of hers bringing him closer and closer. Malcolm pulls back to breathe, his eyes meeting hers for a split second. ]

Harley...

[ That tightness around him is too much and his hips buck her up against the glass as he comes. Looking up, he's able to see the skyline now and know that feeling of flying like she had. It's like he might never come down. ]

Oh god, oh my god!

[ She writhes on his cock as he fucks into her, tears squeezing from the corner of her eyes from the intensity of sensation. Her third orgasm of the night drains all her strength and she's left clinging to him to keep from slipping down the glass. She trusts him to hold her, keep her safe. ]

[ Malcolm does come down though, when he feels her sink in his arms. He becomes aware enough to catch her so that she doesn't slide down the glass. ]

Wrap your legs around me.

[ Once she's secure and he's caught his breath, Malcolm carries her back to the bed, where he lays her down. He kisses up her chest and neck until he reaches her lips. ]

[ Harley does as she's told. She's always more compliant after an orgasm, and after three it's pretty much a guarantee she'll do anything he asks for the rest of the night.

She's quiet as she watches him kiss his way to her lips, except for the sound of catching her breath. Her fingers slide into his hair and she parts his lips gently with her tongue. ]

[ He scoots her over, then lays down on his side next to her. They kiss for a long moment before both of them need to take a breath. Malcolm's honestly as exhausted as she is. Driving seven hours through the night took it out of him.

He brushes her hair back as he gazes into her eyes. ] Hey...

Hey.

[ She smiles up at him and runs her fingers over his perfect jawline. ]

You're so pretty.

So are you. [ His lips quirk up in a smile. ] You're beautiful, Harley.

[ Malcolm wonders how often she's been told that. She is quite conventionally pretty, and before everything happened with Joker, she probably heard it quite often. How many people meant it though? How many people just thought she was hot and were trying to get her into bed? How many people actually thought everything about her was beautiful and not just her face? ]

I know.

[ And she knows that when he says it he means more than how she looks. Malcolm cares about the whole package, and genuinely thinks she's a catch. ]

But it's still nice to hear.

[ He laughs quietly at her bright response and kisses her again. ]

I'm exhausted. Maybe I'll actually sleep without being woken up in the middle of the night. Maybe that's the secret - really hot, vigorous sex every night so that I'm completed drained.

[ Malcolm kind of doubts it will help, but a guy can dream. ]

[ Harley laughs and throws her arms around him. ]

If that's what it takes, I'm willing to administer treatment.

[ She kisses him on the nose. ]

But driving for hours might have played a part too.

Thank you, Dr. Quinzel. That's very generous of you. [ He smiles at the kiss on his nose. ] It probably did, especially because I'm not used to driving.

[ He kisses her temple, then yawns as he stands and tries to locate his underwear on the floor. ]

I wonder if there's anything to sight-see in Niagra Falls other than the falls itself.

[ Harley props herself up on her elbows to enjoy watching him walk around naked. She's a lucky, lucky girl. ]

Mm, there's a few casinos. Wineries. Shopping. The usual tourist stuff. You into any of that?

[ She stands up and stretches, before heading into the bathroom to wash her face. ]

[ He slips on his boxers and thinks that he's pretty lucky too as he watches her go into the bathroom. ]

A winery could be nice...

[ Malcolm lays down on his bed and opens his phone, putting in a Google search for things to do in Niagra Falls. After a few minutes, he lets out a laugh and calls out to Harley. ]

Hey, we can visit Love Canal, the site of one of the worst environmental disasters ever.

[ Her laugh echoes in the bathroom and she calls back over the running water.]

We can have a picnic in our hazmat suits!

[ She finishes up and comes back out, sitting on the edge of his bed.]

What could be more romantic?

Totally romantic. And we really could have a picnic. It's basically a fenced off field now. [ He holds up his phone to show her the picture. ] And really, how much more damage could chemical waste do to either of us at this point?

[ He puts one of his feet in her lap. ]

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[ Harley runs her fingers down his calf and massages his foot when she reaches it. ]

Hair loss, peripheral neuropathy, general yucky feelings.

[ She pinches his little toe and smirks. ]

But hey, a little environmental toxin could really spice things up!

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