revmeup | call me out

He watches as it blooms on her face, the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Even if her orgasm isn't loud, Malcolm can tell that it's powerful. The way she trembles on top of him and squeezes him sets off his own.

Malcolm moans for her, his eyes shut and his back arching up off of the bed as he spills into her again and again. It feels like she's emptying him with each spasm of her walls around his cock.

It isn't the most intense orgasm she's ever had but it lasts. She's still riding it out after he's spent, and she collapses against his chest when it's over, utterly exhausted and blissed out.

"Kiss me?" she whispers.

He does so, gladly. Malcolm cups her face in his hands and kisses her for as long as he can before losing his breath. He wraps his arms around her, holding her close to him.

"I love you."

Malcolm can't believe that he's going to get to try falling asleep with her in his arms tonight.

Harley sighs happily into the kiss, and kisses along his neck when they part for breath. She stays on top of him, too boneless and satisfied to move.

"Can we stay just like this for a while, before I have to strap you in for the night?"

Malcolm nods against her and strokes his fingers through her hair. He loves just having her close to him. A person would probably never guess that she's as cuddly as she is.

"Ever had sex like that before?" he asks. "Slow and sensual?"

"Not for a long time," she says.

Her fingers trail over his sides, tracing invisible patterns. She loves moments like this, when they're both spent and she feels settled in her skin.

"And I never came during it before."

He scoffs and shakes his head. "That's the best part," he tells her, "watching you come."

Malcolm knows that it's not from any lack of trying on her part. Her partners didn't see to it that she finished. It's really not that much to do for such an incredible result.

"I can't wait to keep making you come every single day."

"I like that part too."

She kisses him sweetly and then tucks her head against his shoulder. Her eyelashes flutter against his skin.

"That's quite the commitment, Malcolm."

He shrugs as he draws idly on her arm with his fingers. "I don't think so. I love you and I want to spend every day with you."

Malcolm wonders if they ought to just officially move in together already. There are a few things that need to be sorted out though, like what they'll do with Bruce. Maybe they need to see how tonight goes first and see if they can even sleep in the same bed together.

As often happens, talking about the future makes Harley a little uneasy. She hasn't had enough stability in her life to rely on others being there even the next day. She kisses him so he can't talk about it anymore.

"Let's worry about spending the night first. You ready for this?"

As far as Malcolm's concerned, he's not going anywhere. They would have to drag him away from her.

"Yeah." He reaches for the cuffs and locks himself into them. "Really romantic, I know."

Part of him can't believe they're trying this, but part of him actually has a good feeling about it. He'll probably still have a nightmare, probably still wake up, but maybe he won't try to hurt her. Or if he does, she'll be able to stop him. Malcolm just hates that she has to at all.

Harley kisses him sweetly, cupping his face, her lashes tickling his cheek.

"Good night, lover."

She smiles because she gets to stay after she says it. She tucks in against his side and settles her head against the crook of his shoulder. One arm slides over his stomach.

"Is this comfortable for you?"

"Good night, Harley."

He smiles back at her, fond of her usual bedtime words and happy about the fact that she's not heading off to the upstairs bedroom tonight.

"Yeah." Malcolm wraps an arm around her from underneath, being careful not to tangle the leads of his restraints. That might be another issue that they run into. "It might take some time to find a good position for us. I've never slept with anyone before."

"You know I don't mind changing positions," she mumbles, starting to feel tired. The exhaustion of spending all day mad and then two rounds of amazing sex is catching up with her. "Now shush. Sleep time."

He kisses the top of her head again, stroking her hair. Soon enough, he can feel her breathing even out and he can tell that she's asleep. Malcolm wishes it was that easy for him. He's even more nervous tonight about falling asleep, and it takes him a while to get truly comfortable and drift off.

A few hours later, he stirs. Nothing violent yet, just movement underneath Harley and a low moan from his throat.

Harley is roused at the sound and listens for signs of distress in his breathing. She lightly strokes his hair to soothe him. She's still half asleep but has always been naturally attentive to her partners.

He doesn't awaken. The nightmare this time is Ainsley, coming at him with a knife, being urged on by their father to kill him.

Malcolm lets out a little moan and his brow furrows as he turns away from Harley, trying in his dream to escape from his sister.

Harley props herself up on one elbow and watches him with a frown. She doesn't want to put any pressure on him or touch him suddenly in case it manifests in his nightmare as an attack.

"Babe," she whispers, "Hey, Malcolm. It's okay. Wake up."

With a gasp, his eyes shoot open. He's out of the dream enough to not jump or attack Harley, but he does turn his frightened eyes towards her. Malcolm sighs and rubs at his face, adjusting to his new state of consciousness.

"Did I hit you?" he asks.

She shakes her head and kisses him on the temple.

"No, I woke you up before it got that bad."

Harley runs her fingers across his brow and over his hair. His first concern had been for her, even for this. God, he's so good. She loves him like crazy.

"You want to talk about it?"

Malcolm closes his eyes, glad that he didn't hurt her. He's hoping so badly that this first night sleeping in the same bed won't end in a disaster.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather sleep upstairs so that you can actually sleep?" he asks, knowing already what her answer will be. She's not going to leave. Her fingers in his hair are soothing and he takes a deep breath.

"It was Ainsley. She was coming after me with a knife."

"No sisters here. Fuckton of knives, though."

She keeps petting his hair, happy to do it as long as it helps him relax.

"Do you think you'll be able to get back to sleep?"

"I'm going to try at least. I might wake you up again." Malcolm takes her free hand in his and laces their fingers together. "We've talked about it before, but I'm worried about her."

Ainsley hasn't been charged with any crime yet, but the DA is still debating, still seeing if there's enough evidence for murder.

Harley squeezes his fingers. If they had called her first, she could have made the crime scene disappear. Thrown off the trail of evidence, at least long enough to create an alibi. She handled that business all the time in Gotham for Joker's associates, but she's out of that life and Malcolm wouldn't want her to go back.

Too bad she can't bleach away the trauma.

"Maybe you should call her in the morning."

He knows she could have cleaned the crime scene. Malcolm didn't want to do that. Then he would be just as bad as Endicott himself.

Lifting their twined hands to his lips, he kisses the back of hers. "I will. She hasn't been the same, for obvious reasons."

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