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[There need not be licking and nibbling on his lips to have some thorough, hot kissing, though. Malcolm's much less tentative about the whole thing now that they're in it. Excuse you, sir, who said you could pull back? Definitely pulled back in, thanks.]

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[ Now that's a good sign. A fucking great sign. He leans back in and pulls Mal close- at this point the only way to get closer while getting on with it would to be either drag malcolm into his lap (ha) or to crawl into Malcolms.

Why not.

He swings a leg over and braces himself against the back of the sofa, up on his knees enough to not be crushing him, leaning down to get more of Malcolm's mouth. ]

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[Oh. Well then. At least it's not getting manhandled unexpectedly. Does mean he has to lean his head back so York can keep at him.]

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[ Leaning down is easier now, working along until he has to pull back and stare at him, lips all red and bruised and breathing hard. ]

You're worth it, okay? Even when you're frustrating. It's okay. I said I loved you and I mean it, and that means even the rough stuff.

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[What, why is there pulling back? The words make him lick his lips, glance away. Worth it? He's never really thought of himself as being worth all that much outside of his job description. Sure, love means putting up with the bullshit, but...let's face it, Malcolm's got a lot of bullshit.]

I'll try to believe that.

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Malcolm- [ He nudges Mal's face back, leans in for another slow kiss. ] I mean it. I really do. You don't have to hide, okay?

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Hide?

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You duck away. When things get heavy.

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Do I? All right.

Like I said, I'll try to believe that.

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Just a little. It's not quite as sad as the chin thing.

[ He leans down just enough to kiss Malcolm's chin, even if the chin thing isn't happening. ]

That's all I ask.

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I'll have to ask someone else if I really do something with my chin; I've never heard that before you.

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It's this little crumple that happens when you're really sad. You did it after the first time I kissed you.

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I did not. [pout]

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You did, babe. [ smooch. ] Just a little.

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Okay, I'm not sure that 'babe' is going to work.

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What would? [ He will call Mal anything he wants to hear. He's just- not sure what that is. ]

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Honestly? I haven't the faintest.

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You are bad at endearments. [ He drops a kiss to Malcolm's nose. ] That's cool, boo.

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I don't tend to use them myself, and I also don't tend to hear them.

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What, you've never called one of your girls 'luv'?

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[Scoff! Such scoff.] Definitely not. There are limits to how English even I am, apparently.

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[ Things seem to be alright so he's going to just ease down to settle a little firmer in Malcolm's lap, arms still looped around his shoulders.

Casual! So casual. ]

As long as you don't call me your 'crumpet' I'm cool with whatever, sailor.

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You're York. Or Taylor. At the moment, I don't see that changing. [The settling on his lap is. Fine. It's fine. It's casual and cozy and at least goes a hell of a lot better than Mal in York's. Maybe all they need are makeouts to make things better?]

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You could call me Taylor more often. [ He drops his forehead to Malcolm's, rubbing the tips of their noses together.

What, it's a sign of affection, shut up. ]

I like how it sounds when you say it.

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So use it when I'm not upset at you or trying to get your attention? Hm, I'll have to keep that in mind. Taylor.