revmeup | call me out

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.

"It doesn't have to be tonight, if you need to get used to the idea first. It's already been a hell of an evening."

Harley curls into him and sighs softly. She's already more than satisfied for now. All she needed was to hear him say the words out loud. The sex was a most excellent bonus.

He smiles. "Yeah." Malcolm is happy that he finally told her what he'd been feeling. Not that it was some huge secret, but saying the words finally put everything between them on the table. He's never felt happier.

"I like cuddling with you," he says. "Do you have anything to sleep in here or do you want to borrow one of my T-shirts?"

Harley's here so often that he imagines she's got half a closet full of clothing upstairs, but he isn't exactly sure what.

She has a small wardrobe upstairs and most of it is made up of pieces taken from him. Nothing is more comfortable than a boyfriend's stolen shirt.

Harley smirks at him and presses a kiss to his cheek.

"Or I could sleep naked."

"I won't complain about that," he says with a shrug. Deep down he's just like every other man who has zero problems with falling asleep with a beautiful naked woman in his arms. "I think we should try it. I trust you." It's himself that he sometimes doesn't trust. His brain just doesn't work like everyone else's.

Harley kisses him sweetly, her hands cupping his face.

"I'm going to take care of you," she whispers against his lips. "Promise."

She stands and peels off her dress before settling back onto his lap.

"Do you think you're ready to try sleeping or did I not wear you out enough?"

"I'm pretty worn out," he says even as he eyes her taking off her dress. Things had been tense between them all day and then that sex had been particularly passionate. His body and mind are tired, even if he dreads trying to sleep every night. "I don't even want to move."

That may also have something to do with her sitting naked in his lap though.

"Let's get you tucked in, loverboy."

Harley stands and takes his hands to pull him up with her. Once he's standing, she undresses him with care.

Malcolm moves with her and stands while she starts to take his clothes off.

"What are you doing?" he asks, a smile on his face.

He's not used to being taken care of. Malcolm's always the one doing the protecting, so it's strange to him that someone might actually want to see that his needs are met for once.

Harley arches a brow at him as she pulls off his belt.

"Oh, my bad. Did you want to sleep in your suit with your dick hanging out?"

She takes a step back and makes a show of raking her eyes over him.

"It's not your best look, but you can make anything work."

He puts his arms out and smiles. "I've been told I could model if I was taller."

Malcolm grows more serious as she pulls out his belt and then starts loosening his tie. "You're trying to take care of me," he says. "Thank you."

Sometimes she might think she can't be capable of sweet things like this, but he's always known that she's wrong. There's a kind heart in her, even if it's only reserved for him.

"You could definitely be a model," Harley agrees while leaning in to give him a quick peck. "I'm thinkin' nudes."

Although Harley is careful while taking the clothes off him, she lets them drop to the floor after taking off each piece. She only gets distracted running her hands over his skin a couple of times in the process.

"Who's trying? I am taking care of you. It's about time you let someone do it."

He snorts. "I'm pretty sure you'd be the only market for that." Seriously, who else would want to look at him naked.

Her hands feel good on his skin and for once, he's content to let her take care of him. "Yeah well... I don't like losing control."

Isn't that a lot of what it boils down to? Letting someone take care of him means that he's off his guard and that means they can hurt him. Malcolm trusts Harley enough not to hurt him.

"You're gonna have to get used to it now, cuz I'm not gonna stop taking care of you."

Harley takes his hand and leads him over to the bed. She pulls the covers back for him.

"Where do you keep your pajamas?"

He goes along with her willingly. "Second drawer," he tells her.

While she's looking for pajamas, he pulls up his restraints and puts them on the bed. "Is this because I told you I loved you?" Malcolm asks. "Has it activated the part of your brain that makes you want to be a caregiver?"

Maybe it just gave her an endorphin high. He's not mad about it at all, just curious that she's so intent on taking care of him.

Harley pulls his sleep clothes from the drawer and tosses them to him. She digs out a soft shirt for herself and pulls it on. Even with her makeup a total mess, the boyfriend's shirt is still a cute look for her.

"I'm doing it because you're in a mood to let me," she answers as she walks past him to wash her face and brush her teeth. She stops long enough to kiss him as she goes.

Harley has a natural inclination to take care of her partners, often at the expense of herself. It's the rest of the population she has trouble caring about.

It's a very cute look for her, and he eyes her appreciatively as she walks to the bathroom, the curve of her butt sticking out from the bottom of his shirt. Malcolm pulls on his pajamas, then joins her in the bathroom so that he can prep for bed as well.

"It's kind of nice," he tells her, "and you're doing it in a way that doesn't make me feel smothered, like my mother is prone to do."

Jessica is just Extra, even though he knows she cares.

"I like doing it," Harley replies when he joins her. She smiles at him in the mirror and bumps him with her hip as she starts to brush her teeth.

Honestly, it's a wonder it took them so long to make things official. She started keeping a toothbrush at his place ages before they put a name to their thing.

She finishes up and leans against the counter to watch him. "Besides, Sunshine can only do so much."

He nods as he brushes his teeth. Sunshine is a great emotional support for him, but it's not the same as a person who loves him. That romantic love that Harley gives him is hard to replace.

After finishing, he wraps an arm around Harley's waist and pulls her close. "You look really good in that," Malcolm tells her. She looks good in anything and nothing.

"Oh yeah?"

Harley smiles as he holds her close and tilts her face towards his for a kiss. One hand slides down his back, her fingers dipping under the waistband of his pajama pants.

"How good?"

He gives her that kiss, then moves his lips to her ear. "Good enough to eat," he whispers. The two of them really can't get enough of each other, can they? Not that he's complaining. Sex with her is absolutely incredible.

One of his hands drifts down her back and grips her ass.

Harley bites gently at his lip as he pulls away from the kiss, and a little shiver runs down her back when he whispers in her ear.

"What happened to being tired?"

She tips her head back to encourage him to move his lips over her throat. Her stance shifts to part her legs a little.

"I am tired, but some activity might help me fall asleep faster." He shrugs. "We don't have to."

They don't, but his hand is sliding back around to the front and creeping down between her legs. His fingers softly touch her wet folds.

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