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His heart rate will be starting to tick back up with her in his lap like that. Malcolm brushes her hair behind her ear and then kisses a spot there before starting to slowly make his way down her jaw. His arms go around her waist and he pulls her against him.

"Don't know what I did to deserve you," he murmurs against her skin.

It's probably more forward than she'd be usually but if her aim is to distract him, it seems to do the trick. Shivering when his lips press against the skin of her neck, near her ear, she revels in his attention, letting him guide this.

"You deserve whatever it is you want, Malcolm."

"Wanting isn't always deserving," he says. His kisses down her neck are slow and tentative, not wanting to take this too far unless it's what she wants too. When he reaches her shoulder though, he can't help but push down the strap to her top as he kisses over the skin there.

Malcolm glances up at her, wondering if that was too much.

What a very Malcolm thing to say. Of course, she does not remark on that because his mouth is moving so very nicely along her skin. And her eyes flutter shut with a gentle sigh, her expression somehow both relaxed and tense at the same time. That tension isn't a bad thing at all, it's born of anticipation and of want, it's not discomfort by any means, which should be evident by the distracted curve of her lips.

With her tacit consent, he lays kisses all over her shoulder. It's not a very intimate spot, all things considered. Malcolm draws her into his lap, her back towards him. One of his hands slides under her shirt, just resting on her stomach.

"Tell me if this is... um... if I should stop."

He doesn't want to push this further than what she's comfortable with.

"I don't want you to, Malcolm," she murmurs, leaning into him as his hand slips beneath fabric, fingertips colder than her very warm skin. The sensation draws a tiny breath from her, her eyes fluttering again.

That's good, because he doesn't want to stop. Having her consent is important though. After being given the green light, he kisses back across her shoulder and up her neck before tilting her head towards him. His lips press to hers, gently at first before deepening the kiss.

Meanwhile, his hand slowly moves up over her stomach, pushing her shirt up in the process.

Upon his urging, she returns that kiss, quite contently. And when he deepened it, she makes a sound that belies just how content she is with this turn of events. She doesn't want to belittle his feelings but if distracting him like this would help, she cannot complain. And so as he runs his hand along her skin, she leans into him and his touch, urging him on, shifting her hips just a little.

Malcolm kisses down her neck again, sucking gently at the skin. He's getting more worked up as they continue. One of his hands moves to touch one of her breasts before he stops himself.

"Um.. should we... move to the bed?"

He wants this to continue, but also wants to make sure that's what she wants. Fooling around on the couch is one thing, but sex might be another.

His question earns him a quiet and heated sort of chuckle. It was a good question, although not entirely expected in that moment. Her eyes open and she nods, smiling at him. "Yes, we should."

That decided, Malcolm helps her off of his lap and then stands, offering her a hand.

They make their way to his bed, where he sheepishly pushes the hand restraints off. Those had been fun to explain to her the first time she saw them, but she wasn't put off by his night terrors. It amazes him still that this beautiful woman is interested in him, even as more of his issues are revealed.

He and Marta sit together on the edge of the bed and he resumes kissing her, one hand sifting through her hair. Malcolm can feel his heartbeat in his throat as he starts to peel off her top.

To be honest, seeing the bed restraints had made her want to run for a few moments until he was able to explain what they were truly for and without a hint of a lie in his eyes. She was a nurse, she knew some about night terrors and when she'd gone home that night, she'd done plenty of research until she felt like she understood them.

It made her own vulnerability feel... more normal. The inability to lie was something she'd always had, even just the thought of telling a lie made her so physically ill that she threw up. And she'd shared that with him after he shared his need for the restraints, it only felt fair.

She sits close to him and lets him take the lead again, kissing him back until he starts inching her sweater up and she moves to help, crossing her arms in front of herself and pulling it off, letting the garment fall to the ground.

That's always what he's afraid of - women coming to his apartment, seeing the restraints and thinking that he's a total psychopath. Fortunately he not only set the record straight, but showed Marta that the cuffs are quick release. He wouldn't be able to hold her if he tried.

When she'd told him that she was incapable of lying, that had amused him a bit, but he was also glad that she had shared it. He's glad to know, and he certainly doesn't judge her for it.

Malcolm sits back and watches as she removes her sweater and tosses it aside. He pulls off his own T-shirt in response, wanting the two of them to be even. Leaning forward, Malcolm kisses her exposed chest above her bra as one of his hands moves up her bare back.

The restraints had been a bit shocking to be sure (she was only human) but whatever racing thoughts had settled when he explained them, when he assured her that he couldn't properly use them on her and that he wouldn't. It created another level of trust, of vulnerability between them.

And when he moves to press his lips against her skin, she draws in a soft breath, shifting on the bed, moving to straddle his lap, to get closer to him. "Is this alright?"

He nods, trying to not seem too eager, even if he's overjoyed to have her this close to him. "If it's alright with you," Malcolm replies. Obviously it is, or she wouldn't have done it. He's not the slickest person alive and he hopes he doesn't blow this. It's not that he's a virgin, it's just that these opportunities don't come along very often and he really, really likes Marta.

Gingerly, he starts to push down one of the straps to her bra. Trembling fingers move to the clasp in the back and he deftly unsnaps the hooks. He thinks this is what she wants, even if he sometimes doubts his own instincts.

Of course it's alright with her and she cannot stifle the laugh his words pulls from her, her expression warm and inviting, not judgmental or critical. She finds his haplessness charming, if only because she can be hapless her in her own way. However, she is in tune enough to be able to tell what he's doing, the way he moves his fingers.

And she moves to help him, pulling down the other strap and pulling the fabric away from her body, leaving her chest exposed to him completely. She leans in to kiss him quickly, hoping to distract him for a moment considering she's not the most... busty of women but maybe he won't be disappointed.

He's glad she finds it charming. Not only is he awkward, but he also wants to be respectful, especially during a first time. That's probably ultimately good, but it doesn't make for the sort of throw-me-against-the-wall sex that a lot of people like. But there's time for that.

Malcolm watches her, letting her kiss him before he can get a very good look. Her shyness is sweet. The kiss breaks and he pulls back gently. His eyes light up. How could he ever be disappointed in what he's seeing? Marta is beautiful to him.

His lips return to her jaw before kissing down her neck, sucking at the skin. One of his hands moves up to gently cup and caress one of her breasts.

She lets out a gentle, contented sigh as his mouth finds her skin again, abandoning her lips for pursuits that lay just a little lower. Her hand lifts to grasp at the back of his head as his lips wander, his hands doing the same. She slides her own hand along his shoulder and down his chest, touching him, wanting to ignite passion in him that puts him somewhere between respectful and throw-me-against-the-wall sex.

Her touch indeed sets him ablaze, those fingers on his chest like flames to his skin. His hand tightens around her breast, squeezing gently before his thumb slides across her hardened nipple.

"Marta..."

Malcolm reluctantly lets her go so that he can lay her down on the bed. He starts to unbutton her jeans, then coaxes her to lift her hips up off of the bed so that he can pull them down her legs.

He rolls them onto the bed properly, laying her back so he can get about undressing her completely. She lifts her hips as he beckons her to do, her hands moving to grip the blankets beneath her to help her, excited and ready to be closer to being naked with him.

Malcolm glances up and sees the grin on her face. It fills him with a warm happiness. He hasn't felt this way about someone in a long time.

After her jeans are down and off, he knows he won't be able to stop himself there. He slides his fingers under the waistband of her panties and, after meeting her eyes for a silent approval, starts to pull those down as well.

When she's naked before him, he looks her up and down, hoping that he isn't making her uncomfortable. He just wants to take in every inch of her. "You're beautiful," he tells her.

The very sound of his voice, the way he says things have always thrilled her but the way he tells her that she's beautiful and the way he's looking at her sends a shiver up her spine, sends a flush over her skin and makes her feel breathless.

"Thank you," she murmurs quietly, her hands sliding over her stomach for a moment before she reaches for him, wanting him to come closer now.

She's even more beautiful when her skin flushes. Malcolm watches her move her hands across her stomach and can't help but jump in.

"Oh! That's instinctual," he says. "To want to cover up when you're naked. It's a form of protection when we're feeling vulnerable, which of course people feel vulnerable when they're naked." Shut up, Malcolm. "Sorry."

He might be kind of nervous.

Malcolm lays down next to her on his side, drawing her in with him. He brushes his fingers through her hair, then kisses her. So as to make things a bit more even, he reaches down and unbuttons his pants, pushing both them and his boxer briefs down and off of his legs. Now it's turn to feel shy, though he resists covering up. He's already half hard in anticipation of what the two of them are going to do.

She cannot help but laugh softly at his rambling, clearly showing his nerves and vulnerability in a different way. And as he lays down next to her, starting to disrobe, she keeps her eyes on his face for a moment longer. "You don't need to apologize for that sort of thing, you know. It is part of why I like you so much."

She rolls onto her side to face him, reaching out to pull his mouth to hers for a kiss once he's done getting naked.

He grins at that, a faint blush on his cheeks. "I'm glad to hear that." At best it's called distracting and at worst it's called annoying. Malcolm kisses her again before resting one of his hands on her side, tracing his fingers over her soft skin.

"Do you want to know why I like you so much?" he asks.

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that's ok. hopefully it's not totally spoiled!

i think was fairly vague enough actually, phew. and now i'll DEFINITELY be careful <3

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