revmeup | call me out

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.

Harley grins. "We don't have to," she agrees, "but we're gonna."

Harley kisses him fiercely and braces herself against the counter. One of her legs slides up to his hip and wraps around him. She sighs into his mouth as his fingers tease between her thighs.

"I want you all the time."

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He hums into the kiss as she opens her legs and he can touch her more fully. She's already so wet and his fingers slip over her clit and back to her opening.

"Here or on the bed?" he asks against her mouth. Malcolm honestly doesn't care.

Harley presses her face against his shoulder and moans. Her grip tightens on the edge of the counter.

"Do you remember-- " She gasps and her hips chase his fingers. "When you asked if you should make love to me?"

She hadn't wanted it then, not when she didn't know how he meant it, but it's different now.

Malcolm's hand pauses between her legs and he stops kissing her neck to look up at her.

"Yes," he says, a warm feeling flowing through him. "I can make love to you."

He would have done it then, even without saying it, but he agrees that it's different now. All of his cards are on the table. Both of them know that they love each other.

Malcolm slips his hand in hers and tugs her out into the bedroom.

Harley giggles and lets him pull her into the bedroom. The second he stops, she catches his face in her hands and kisses him while shuffling back until the bed hits her legs.

"Tell me you love me." She wants to hear it over and over.

Malcolm catches her before she can fall, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against him as they kiss hungrily.

"I love you," he tells her easily when they separate. "I told you, you're mine now."

He pulls the hem of the shirt she's wearing up and off because he wants her naked for this. His own shirt follows quickly behind it.

Her hands are on him as soon as his shirt is off. He just looks too good not to touch.

"Yours," she echoes, still sounding a little in awe of the idea. "I love you, Malcolm."

"I love you too, Harley." He wants her to hear him say her name in that sentence, to know without a doubt that she's the one that he loves.

Malcolm's pants quickly join the rest of their clothes on the floor and he kisses her before leading her to the bed. They lay side by side in the dim light, Malcolm just looking at her laid out before him and pushing her blonde hair back from her face.

"You're so beautiful," he tells her.

"Uh huh." Harley turns her face to nip at his hand. She reaches for him and pulls him close, her legs wrapping around his hips. "Less talking."

Harley has never been a patient lover.

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"Not even dirty talking?" he asks teasingly. That doesn't really fit with what they're about to do. Words of love and affirmation, yes; sexy vulgarities, no.

He cups her face in his hands and kisses her sweetly for a few moments, deepening the kiss as his hands start to explore her body. One moves down and cups her butt before slipping back around front and between her legs again. He slides his fingers through her folds more purposefully this time, finding her clit and circling it with his thumb.

Harley winds her arms around his shoulders as he kisses her, their tongues sliding together. She sighs into his mouth and it ends with a hint of whining that he's taking his time. Harley always wants more, now.

God, she's going to fall apart under his hands.

"Malcolm..."

He takes one of her hands and moves it down to his cock, silently asking her to touch him and help get him ready. He's not as hard yet as she is wet. Meanwhile, he sucks on the fingers of his that were between her legs, then returns them. After a few strokes, he slides one of his fingers inside of her, probing gently while his thumb plays with her clit.

"Love you," he murmurs against her lips.

Her fingers curl gently around his cock and she moves her hand in slow, even strokes. She drags her teeth over his lower lip as she adds a twist to the motion of her wrist.

Harley is already beyond the point of speech, only making soft needy sounds with every stroke of his fingers.

He moans softly as she's easily able to get him hard. As much as he hates the idea of removing his hand from her and pulling away, he has to in order to get a condom. The idea of him having children is a much more despised prospect.

Malcolm retrieves a condom from the drawer and quickly opens and rolls it up his cock. He hitches her leg further up on top of his, opening her even more widely. Positioning the tip, Malcolm pushes slowly into her, gazing into her eyes as he feels her warmth surround him.

Harley bucks once underneath him. Why does he have to move so goddamn slow? She would be mad if it wasn't so amazing to really feel every inch of him filling her up.

She can't look away from his gaze, the way his eyes almost glow when he's this aroused. The way he looks at her like she's something precious and rare. Fuck, he gets her all up in her feelings even when he isn't doing his profiler sympathy bit.

"I love you," she says, soft enough he wouldn't be able to hear it if they weren't so close.

That's part of the lovemaking, Harley: slow and deep. To him, she's perfect. He knows how imperfect both of them really are, but when they're like this, she's perfect in his eyes.

Malcolm kisses her deeply before he starts thrusting into her. He holds on to her ass for traction as sets the pace. Eventually he'll pick up speed, but for now they're going to enjoy the feeling of each other's bodies.

"My Harley," he murmurs.

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