Slowly trudging up the steps at the side of his shop that led up to his apartment, a bag of food and beer in his hand, Mal let out an audible sight of relief as he walked in front of his front door. While he could hardly claim that running a bookshop was stressful work, what he could easily state was annoying as hell with his job was when people came into the store and argued with him over books. Sure, there might have been very many terrible books out there, but he wasn't about to stop selling the trash that a lot of middle-class Mom's liked to read, just because one woman was offended. He might have had standards, but at the end of the day, he was a business too. Moving straight into the kitchen, he dropped a carrier bag containing two pizza boxes and a six-pack of beer on the side. "Ophie, dinners here" he yelled out, moving to remove the boxes from the bag. Placing the beer and the boxes on the side, a confused look crossed his face when Ophie wasn't immediately in front of him. Normally the pucca seemed to have a sixth sense for this sort of thing and would often be beside him taking the bag of food out of his hand before he had even managed to put his keys into his pocket. She must have been napping, either that or she was listening to music. Yes, that must have been the reason why she hadn't already appeared in the kitchen because other than her being dead, they were the only two other reasons he could think behind her absence. Grabbing a beer from the bag, he popped the cap off of it and took a small swig of his beer, before moving through into the bedroom that had been set up with multiple makeshift beds to accommodate both him and his unexpected house guests. Getting ready to say something to Ophie, a frown crossed his lips as he saw the sight of Ophie laid curled on top of his sheets, an obvious glisten of sweat on her skin. Moving slowly forward, he placed a hand upon her skin to gently alert her to his presence. "Hey, are you ok? You feel like you're burning up" he commented, pressing his cool hand against her skin to check her temperature a little better. God... she wanted to die. The thing about being a Puca, was that heats weren't exactly the most regular of things. A Puca could go their entire lives without ever experiencing one, while others seemed to hit every few weeks with very little rhyme or reason behind it. Ophie had never had to worry about them too much back in Faerie. It was just the one time and while it had been amazing, it had also left her grateful she didn't have to experience them too often. It wasn't so bad once she'd had somebody to go through it with, but the before time? Was the worst. This was so bad that she'd seriously considered calling Finn and begging him to come home. She didn't care if shit got weird between them or they were crossing some weird and stupid line that she wasn't really sure should exist in the first place. It was either phone a friend like they do on that weird mundane tv show, or she was going to take to the Network and offer herself to anything with a dick - supe filter or no. Of course Mal was a serious consideration, but he was weirdly moral about such things. Like the thought of having sex with her would cause the grind to open up and send him plummeting to hell. God. Mal... if she wanted to behave herself, she probably should have chosen somewhere other than his bedroom to hide out in. His scent seemed to permeate every inch of the space as Ophie tossed and turned in his bed. The button up shirt that she'd 'borrowed' from his closet, slightly damp with sweat as her legs became tangled in his sheets. She was so out of it that she hadn't even heard him come through the door, the smell of food doing little to draw her in. Ophie remained oblivious until she felt the weight of his body on the bed. Her gaze eyes cracking open as she looked at him through heavy lidded eyes. They almost seemed to glow as she tried to make him out through the overwhelming haze of need. Like two striking chips of ice, framed by thick lashes as he reached out to touch her forehead. Ophie whimpered, the coolness of his touch like a soothing balm that drew her into him. The slight, raven-haired figure in his bed, rolling onto her side as if being pulled into his orbit. "Mal..." Yes, Mal, she thought. Mal would make it better. Mal was the one who took care of her from the moment she arrived in this realm. "Please, Mal?" Practically pouting as an arm stretched across the bed. Ophie reaching for him in invitation for him to come make it all better. His distinctly cooler feeling hand pressed softly against her skin, the expression on Mal's face only continued to grow more concerned with each passing moment. In all of the time he had known Ophie in this realm, he had never once seen her with so much of a sniffle, and yet here she was with a raging fever so bad that it felt as though something she was quite literally burning up from the inside out. Placing his beer carefully down on the side, he shifted himself on the bed slightly, trying his best to better regard her as she looked up at him, all pathetic and pouty looking. It was as she looked up at him like this that another thought suddenly crossed his mind. What if she was sick? Like, really sick? What if this was one of those fever type things where he would need to take her to a doctor of some sort? Could he even do that? Could he simply just take her to a normal doctor to be cared for? Crap. He should have thought to have better prepare himself just in case this sort of scenario ever came up. Still, there was nothing he could really do about it now, all he could do was to try and care for her the best way he could and if she was not better by the morning, consider options like doctors for her then. Still, as she looked up at him all pathetic and pouty looking, it was making it increasingly difficult for him to think of doing anything that involved leaving her for too long. He personally hated being sick with a fever, he could only imagine how horrible she was feeling right now. "I don't know if it's a good idea if I hug you right now, Ophie. I don't want to accidentally cook you or anything. Do you want me to go to the freezer and see if we have any of those fruit pop things left? Might help you feel a little better if you cool down" The moment Mal started to protest holding her, Ophie's pout intensified. Her features twisted in such a way where it honestly looked like a toddler who was about to stomp her feet. She didn't care about his very silly human logic about why hugging her was bad and while normally she would have appreciated the fruit pops... she also knew that she'd eaten the last of them while he was out and she didn't need a fruit pop, she needed him. "Maaaaal." Whining softly, Ophe pathetically wriggled closer until her fingers could finally brush against his leg. Stroking his thigh in a meek sort of fashion as she turned the full force of her wide blue eyes on him. One thing that could be said for Ophie, she really knew how to lay it on thick and experience had taught her all too well, that Mal had never been good when it came to telling her no. At least... when it came to anything outside of sex. But she was hazily certain that she could help him see the error of his ways today. Her fingers played along the outside of his thigh before reaching for his hand. Her body, swimming in Mal's shirt as she tried to weakly tug him toward her. "I just need you to come here... then everything will be better." Which you know, wasn't entirely wrong he just wasn't entirely aware of what he was in for. Grimacing as he heard his name spoken in a long and drawn-out way, Mal could already begin to see that there was no way on earth he was going to be winning this. Still, while it was quite clear that she was sick, the fact that she seemed well enough to still attempt to try and get her way with him and demand a hug despite the temperature provided a small amount. In fact, it was probably not out of order for him to think that she was deathly sick if she had not tried this. Letting out a small sigh, a hand went to his face, massaging his temples in an attempt to shift the headache he could practically feel coming at trying to disagree with her. Why on earth did he put up with this all? Why on earth did he agree to let her stay after everything that had happened, and then go on to offer to put her friend up. Finn wasn't great, but at least the man attempted to repay him for accommodation, even if he had insisted on trying to repay Mal in songs for the first week of being there. "Ok, I will hug you for five minutes, then you need to hop into an ice shower or something, because you are way too hot, ok?" he stated, rather than asked, trying his best to put his foot down with her to some degree, even though he knew that on average there was less than half a chance that she would bother to listen to him. You put up with her, Mal, because despite all of her flaws - of which she has been repeatedly informed, there are many. Having Ophie around hasn't been the worst thing for your life. There is now somebody to share a meal with at all times. No more cold and empty beds and night and there are even those times when she turns herself into a cat and parks on your lap for pets and cuddles. Ophie was a veritable nightmare, but she wasn't the worst companion a person could have. "Cuddles first." Still insistent, even if she wanted far more than cuddles from him. Ophie going so far as to pat the space beside her that she was certain looked as appealing as he looked to her right now. Of course, she probably didn't look all that appealing, with her pale skin, dotted with sweat. Her whole body emotting a faint pink glow with the temperature that wanted to burn through her system. His shoulders drooping somewhat, quite clearly a man who had been defeated, Mal slowly nodded his head at Ophie. There was no point on earth in trying to deny her something that she had quite set her mind on, that was one thing he had learnt hard and early with Ophie. His insistence that it was any sort of bad idea to her would only result in her attempting to double down and force it more. No, it was far safer he was sure to give her the cuddle that she had asked for, and then slink away when and appropriate amount of time had passed. Sighing softly, he kicked off his shoes, before moving himself properly onto the bed beside her, legs outstretched, and his back pressed against the headboard. "Come on then, you demanded a hug" he sighed softly, his arms wide and open, ready to receive her into his embrace. If she weren't in heat, Ophie might have had just enough self-respect to not want Mal right now. It's not like she particularly enjoyed chasing after somebody, that not only appeared to have less than zero interest in her, but actually seemed put upon by her neediness. Then again, if she weren't in heat, she probably wouldn't have dreamed of asking Mal to get into bed with her. For as needy as the slight Puca might have been, she did still need to be wanted in return. It was that sigh that made her recoil instinctively, however. The sound she'd heard a thousand times growing up. The one that always told her that her mere existence was a nuisance to all of those around her. She was insecure and needy and a royal pain in the ass most days, but she still had some sliver of pride and as desperate as she was for certain needs to be sated? Even Ophie it seemed, had some lines she still wouldn't cross. It was perhaps the flash of hurt that gave her away, there one moment then gone the next. The sight of Mal laying there, inviting her to join him, calling desperately to the Omega who wanted nothing more than to do just that. Instead, her pout seemed to melt from her features as she actually withdrew as much as she could to the other side of the bed. Needing the distance she'd been desperate to obliterate, only a few moments ago. "You don't have to Mal." Ophie rolling herself over so that her back was to Mal. "I'll wait for Finn." Because Finn would know what to do. Finn who she often thought might be the only person she'd ever known, who would have been willing to traverse realms just to make sure she was okay. Laying on the bed with his arm outstretched, inviting her to hug him, Mal had honestly expected for Ophie to come to him, even after the way he had acted. Watching as she recoiled from him and turned her back towards him, Mal felt a twist of shame and regret. He had been grumpy, but he had never meant for her to feel rejected in the way that he had clearly made her feel, especially when she was not feeling herself either. His head hanging slightly in shame, he paused as he looked at Ophie across the bed, his shirt clinging to her form. Huddled and looking as though she was hugging herself from behind, he could not have felt any worse if he had tried. Shifting down in the bed slightly so his head was on the pillow, he moved closer to Ophie, a small gap between them, but close enough that she could easily curl into him if she wanted too. "I'm sorry" he whispered quietly, a tentative hand moving towards her to rest on her arm. Moving it slowly rub and down her skin in what he hoped was a soothing action, he let out a soft sigh. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad, I had a bad day at work and I shouldn't have taken it out on you, especially when you weren't feeling well. What can I do to make it up to you?" She hated herself just a tiny little bit for the way her body responded to Mal's touch. A shiver slithering its way down her spine, as just that small bit of human contact made her silently cry out for more. While the playful pout had gone, she was perhaps still pouting. Refusing to immediately melt into him even though she really wanted to. The thing about Ophie, however. She really didn't need much. She could usually content herself with the scraps of attention that those in her life would toss her way. She did need to feel like she mattered, however, at least in some small way. Like she was more than a nuisance for wanting somebody to simply hold her. Then again... she hadn't simply wanted to cuddle, which in a way was why she was resisting the urge to curl back against him now. If she allowed herself to sink into his presence, Ophie didn't think she'd be able to hold back and if his initial rejection had stung... she wasn't prepared for him to toss her aside a second time. Even still, as much as she was trying to hold firm? She was very much an Omega in heat. One who had been trying to rough it out alone while Mal had been away. She might have been able to resist him, if not for the fact that he started to stroke her arm. A low, soft, whimper of a sound that was close to a pur rolling up the back of her throat. "Hold me." The pouty tone back in her voice as she began to wriggle back, yet still stubbornly refused to close the distance completely - needing Mal to take the final step. Laid behind Ophie, his hand gently stroking her arm, Mal was sure he couldn't have felt worse about this all if he had tried. Here she was, sick and just asking him for a bit of human decency, a small amount of physical comfort, and he was making an issue of that. Was this the type of man he had become? Was this the bitter and twisted man he had become? Shuffling forward a little more as she asked to be held, he nodded his head. "Yeah, of course....sure" he agreed. Shifting himself slightly, he slipped his arm under her neck before wrapping his other arm around her torso. Shifting so his body was moulded against her back, quite without thinking he move forward and pressed a small kiss to her shoulder. It was odd, but as he laid there, so close, so pressed against her, that he began to notice things about her that he had never noticed before. The softness of her hair, the sweet enticing way she smelt and the way that she felt pressed against him. Oh god, it really had been a long time for him, because as she was laid here with a temperature and sick, he could only think of the way that she felt against him, the way that she looked in that shirt of his, the way her legs....shit. Trying his best to make out that it was due to getting comfortable, he tried his best to shift his hips back a little, trying his best to minimise contact with her in hopes she would not feel anything. Maybe she was being a bit of an ass here, in that she wasn't entirely sick, though Ophie might argue that she felt that way. It was like hr body was trying to burn her from the inside out and the only relief she'd felt in the last few hours, was when Mal was touching her. Whatever willpower she might have possessed quickly waned as he moved in closer. Ophie wiggling back against him so that her overheated body was pressed into Mal's larger frame. Even through the thin layers of their clothing she felt a subtle sort of relief. Though even now as it she seemed to settle in some ways, she became more needy in others. The scent that had tormented her as she'd been tossing and turning in his bed, wrapped around her now. Causing Ophie to softly sigh as she stretched her head back to rest against his shoulder. She should tell him what was going on. It was only the fair thing to do, but Ophie reasoned that with him not being an Alpha, it wasn't like she was tricking him into anything. Of course, in her current state she wouldn't have been willing to do anything that would separate them. Not when she could almost swear she was feeling exactly what she ached for. While he shifted, his reprieve was short-lived as Ophie pressed her body back against him again. The curve of her ass molding against his hips until she found the hardening bulge he tried to hide from her. It made her shiver and groan as an arm covered his, trying to hold him in place. Her fingers running along the length of his arm before it pressed his hand against his body. "No, stay close." Closing his eyes shut, Mal could not have thought of a worse situation to be in right now if he could have. Holding his sick housemate like this, and all he could think about was how she looked in that shirt of his, the way she felt as she ground back against him. The soft moan escaped from her lips as she did. If hell really was a place, then he was quite sure with the inappropriate thoughts that began to flood into his mind about Ophie, he had most certainly secured himself a spot on one of the rungs. Still, the most surprising thing for Mal in all of this was the fact that she did not recoil in horror when she felt him. Then there was the little noise that escaped from her lips when she did. God, all these little facts were enough to make his head begin to reel before he even started to read into things too much like he often did. "Are you wearing a new perfume today? You smell really really good" he whispered softly, trying his best to distract himself from the way she felt against him. Not that it was helping him particularly, because quite instinctively as she pressed her ass back against him, he responded by pressing his hips against her, slowly grinding against her as he did. Still, as much as he knew that they needed to stop, that she was sick and he shouldn't be doing this, his body just didn't seem to listen. He wanted her, far more then he had maybe realised until he had laid down next to her like this. It was so easy to pretend otherwise and push her away at a distance, but there were certain things he simply couldn't deny. "This isn't a normal sick, is it? This is a pucca thing, isn't it?" Just as soon as Ophie could feel his body responding to her, all those hurt feelings seemed to flutter away. The two of them pretending that this was perfectly normal as Ophie not so subtly worked Mal into a state of arousal. She'd suggested they have sex before, even hit on him in what one might suppose was a very Ophie like way, but it had never occurred to her that in order for Mal to have sex with her, all she needed to do was rub up against him. Though... she supposed from this position that the problem she'd been having was that she'd been trying to entice him with her barely existent cleavage, when Mal was quite clearly an ass man... Soft, pleasurable hums of happiness vibrated in her chest every time his hips pressed against her petite frame. Ophie far less subtle now - as if she'd ever been - that he wasn't pretending like he wasn't feeling it too. The hand that covered his pushed it higher, pressing it firm against her breast. Content not to outwardly acknowledge what was happening, so long as it meant he didn't stop. Mal was rather odd in that way, she realized. Better to just silently entice him into fucking her and then deal with the fallout later. What could he do? Try to take it back? He might be thinking of stopping, but Ophie had zero intention of it. Instead she turned her head into the arm that acted as her pillow, grazing his bicep with her teeth. "More like a you and me thing." She hedged, tipping her head back to rest against his shoulder. Mal's shirt clinging to her bare skin in such a way that it left very little to the imagination. "Mal..." Never ceasing her endless grind as she squeezed his hand against her breast. "Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to have your cock inside me?" What? It's Ophie. She really doesn't know how to be subtle. "Well....yes.......I mean......oh god" he huffed, feeling his cheeks beginning to glow practically fluorescently with embarrassment. Of course he had imagined once or twice what it might have been like to sleep with Ophie. It was hardly as though she was modest around the house, especially with her preferred choice of clothing, which tended to be very little. But then again, that was the Ophie that was the most attractive to him. The Ophie that was natural, and relaxed, and most especially the way that she looked first thing in the morning with her hair a little messy. Closing his eyes for a moment, as the slow and steady realisation began to hit him. He was attracted to her, she was attracted to him, this was most certainly a thing that was going to happen for the pair of them. "I think we both know I've imagined that more then once" he whispered breathlessly against her neck, "Its one of the best and worst things about when you crawl into my bed some nights. I've laid awake just wondering whether I should.......whether I should touch you. I've imagined what it would feel like to feel your body pressed against mine" Then, in a move that was equally as bold for Mal, he leant forward and pressed a soft kiss to her neck, his lips lingering there for a moment. A hand slowly moving up from her breast to the shirt, he hesitated and paused there for a moment, his fingers toying with the button. "Do you want this.....with me I mean. We don't have to do anything if you don't want too, hell we can just fool around a little if you want. I just....I don't want you to feel pressured" Why he was embarrassed when Ophie was unashamedly grinding on his dick, she would honestly never know. What he should be embarrassed about is the fact that he'd apparently been considering this for a while and still hadn't made a move, despite her climbing into his bed on a regular occasion. He should be embarrassed about the fact that despite her rather blatant offers of sex, he'd politely declined... or perhaps rather evaded her every time she brought it up.She'd even allow him to be embarrassed about the fact that she was clearly trying to entice him to have sex with her, and right now aside from some involuntary bucks of his hips, the most action she'd seen so far was courtesy of her own guiding hand. "Honey..." Straight up calling him out as he slowly started to give himself over to his desires. Ophie tilting her head, exposing the line of her neck as if to invite him to explore her further. "If I'd known that, do you really think I'd bother wearing clothes around the house?" Truthfully? She didn't care if Finn saw her lady parts and if having them out meant there was a chance of sex with Mal? She would have embraced nudity the day he allowed her to stay. "Mal..." His name close to a whine as he hesitated over her buttons. Ophie gripping the shirt and tugging it down just enough to expose the slight swell of her breasts. "I haven't had sex in six months. I am currently in heat and you just admitted that we could have been having sex this whole time only you've been holding out on me?!" Laying it out as bluntly as she could. "The only thing you need to worry about is who will be opening the store for you tomorrow" It was probably a good thing that Ophie couldn't see his face as with one simple word, his face began to burn bright red. He had of course heard about the word in the animal kingdom, but to hear that it affected other creatures....well, it was somewhat of a revelation of sorts for him. A revelation that filled the information driven part of his brain with questions that the more rational side quickly silenced. There was a time to ask questions, and it certainly wasn't when a girl was openly grinding on him like that. Closing his eyes, he drew a deep breath in as he forced himself to try and live in the moment for once. Guys like him did not often get hot and sweet women like Ophie every day, and he sure as hell was not going to forget that A hand moving to undo the buttons of the shirt, he tugged it open, the fabric hanging off of her shoulders. Smoothing his hand over her chest, he groaned softly again as his hips bucked against her. "If it's any comfort, it's been years for me. The closest I've gotten recently was a make out session with a friend" he murmured before he caught hold of her nipple and tweaked it gently. There would be time for questions enough later. All of which, Ophie would happily answer. Regardless of whether he wanted, or was ready for the explicit detail, she was going to give him. Now, she just really needed him to get on board with the fact that this thing was definitely going to happen... something she came within an inch of ruining when he said he hadn't had sex in years. Dear. God. She could have slapped him. He was living with a woman who had offered to have sex with him more times than she could count, and this whole time he'd being going without because? What? He hated his penis?? Ophie groaned at his words, the raven haired minx in his bed, more determined than ever to put a permenant end to that particular dry spell. Her hand dipped low, Ophie deciding that Mal was going to need a little help as she started on the buttons at the button. Managing to free two or three for his every one as her hips never stopped their firm grind against the hard length of his arousal. She had always suspected that Mal was, as a human might put it... hung like a horse, but feeling how right that she had been, was making it almost impossible for her to focus on anything else. Twisting her arm around, Ophie slipped her hand around the back of Mal's head. Opening herself up entirely to his exploration as the cool air nipped at her overheated skin. Her nipples drew up into hardened peaks as he gently teased one with his thumb and forefinger. Eliciting a low moan, Ophie's back arched so that her ass was pressing back against his arousal. Teasing him with just how good it would feel when he was experiencing that sheathed inside of her. "I'm going to make you cum inside me so often you're gonna get hard any time I walk into the room." Her teasing words, so painfully Ophie and yet not even a hint of deception in them. He probably should have realized that once that floodgate was opened, there was no shoving the water back in. "Tell me what you like, Mal?" Ophie allowing Mal the illusion of complete control with her body laid out there for him to explore. Her head tipped back, her lips teasing the line of his jaw as she pressed her breast into his hand. "Tell me every dirty thing you've always wanted to do and I'll let you do all of them to me." As silly as Mal knew it was, for the normally shy man, there was something so easy about talking to Ophie like this. As embarrassed as he might have felt about it all, the fact that he was not directly making eye contact with the source of the embarrassment was certainly helping with his case. That was, as well as the fact that she was grinding back against him as though her very life seemed to depend on it. "I'm not going to lie, but this is very much one of those things I've thought about" he whispered against her neck, his hand moving to cup and tease the other breast. "The nights you've fallen asleep in bed next to me, I've thought about waking you up like this, running my hands all over your body before I slide inside of you. There might have been a thought or two I've had about you that involved the shower, but I am sure that is a discussion we can save for another time" Right now, it was nearly impossible for him to think of anything other then the way that she felt pressed against him. The way he desperately wanted to touch, taste and explore her. The way he wanted to bury himself inside of her until both of them were incapable of talking or walking. Shifting the hand that had been on her breast previously to wrap around her, he carefully shifted them into an upright sitting position. Sitting with his back rested back against the headboard, and Ophie between his legs, he used his foot to spread her legs wide, so he could play with her a little better as she pressed back against him. "Its only fair that I answered your question, you should answer one of mine. What have you imagined me doing to you? Have you imagined me doing stuff to you?" he corrected himself, realising that he might be been somewhat presumptuous. Moving his hand between her legs, he ran the palm of his hand slowly over her mound, not really touching her, barely providing enough friction to be any sort of satisfaction for her. "God you are so beautiful" he whispered breathlessly between kisses to her shoulder, his hand slowly moving back and forth. Had she been a little more in her own thoughts, Ophie might have been quite impressed by Mal's attempts to be open with her. The slight Fae, grinding against him the whole time as if to both reward him and distract him. She long believed that Mal was a closeted sex fiend just waiting to be unleached on the world - or preferably her body, and while he might not be quite at the unleashing stage? He was not nearly as mild-mannered as he so often appeared when dealing with customers at the bookstore. "Oh we are definitely going to revisit that shower conversation." Not that she intended to talk about anything. Little did Mal realise how much simply crossing this line once would change things for them. If he honestly thought this was a one-and-done deal? He had no idea what he was going to be in for with Ophie. As tempted as she was to rush across the line, Ophie still had enough restraint left to allow Mal to call some shots. Making no attempt to resist him as he repositioned them on the bed and spread her legs wide apart. He wasn't an extremely big man, yet he still looked like the hulk compared to her, especially with Ophie tucked against his chest. Like he was trying to restrain an unruly brat who needed a lesson in patience. While still tentative, Mal made the arguably fatal mistake of inviting her to speak. Something, Ophie rarely needed on a good day but was made worse when the subject of sex with on the table. "Is that a serious question?" She teased, because - DUH - of course she'd imagined being with him. She'd imagined it so much she thought she might accidentally trigger Ginn's rut with the pheremones she was putting out there. "Do you wanna know how I've thought about spending all day with your cock in my mouth just to see how many times I can make you cum?" That might have been a particular favourite fantasy of hers. "How I wanted to wake you up by sliding down on top of you so the first thing you feel is being inside me. Or do you just wanna know how I want you to fuck my ass with your fingers inside me until you blow all over my back?" She was not the most eloquent, but she was at least unashamedly Ophie. But then he murmured those words against her skin and it sent an odd sensation through Ophie. Utterly confusing her senses as Mal didn't simply tell her he wanted to 'fuck her', but told her she was beautiful. She couldn't even be frustrated by his barely there tease as she tried to process what he'd just said. His words shaking up her insides and momentarily leaving her at a loss for words. "Mal..." She tipped her head back as he displayed her for anyone to walk in and see. Ophie's fingers becoming caught up in his hair once more as the ache between her thighs became almost unbearable. "I need you to make it better." Trying to distract herself from her tumultuous emotions as she ran a hand over her body. Grasping her nipple and tweaking it gently so that he could easily watch her playing with herself. Perhaps in hindsight, it was maybe not the best of times for Mal to drop like something upon Ophie, but on the off chance this was the first and last time, he thought it was important she knew. Sure, she might have said that she had thought about him in bed before, but there was nothing to say that when she was done with him after heat, she would want to him again. He had learnt in his short time on earth that there was less disappointment in expectations, and he didn't want Ophie to think he expected anything of her because of words spoken at the moment. Spreading her legs, a little wider for him, a groan fell from his lips as she whispered his name in such husky and seductive tones. "Then let me look after you" he whispered against her neck, his lips running across the skin, teasing it gently with the barest brush of a stubble. "Close your eyes, and I'll make sure that you won't lose this bed without feeling completely satisfied, heat or no heat" Gently removing the hand from her breast, he placed her hand on his thigh, giving room to take full advantage of her body the way that he wanted. A finger slowly circled her nipple a few times before his nail gently glided across her nipple, teasing it softly. All the while one hand took care of a breast, the one between her legs had begun to tease provide her with some sort of relief there. Taking mercy on the pucca, he formed a V with his pointer and middle fingers, sliding them up and down, finally providing her with some sort of relief. "That shower thought I had? It involved me joining you in the shower one day. Running my hands across your wet body, touching you a bit like this until you beg me to just fuck you against the wall" he whispered as his hand between her legs continued to work her with increasing speed. It was perhaps a little more real than Ophie had been prepared for, but she should have expected that from Mal. Her housemate, who couldn't even make a move on her when she'd made little secret of the fact that she'd happily jump his bones. Mal wasn't like most of the people who Ophie fell into bed with. The kind who were just chasing the pleasure of the moment, like some people might seek on a night out on the town or at the bottom of a bottle of whiskey. He actually cared, which for Ophie was a rather foreign concept. It helped that she was in heat, her hormones stopping her from tripping and falling on his words. His touch distracting her just enough to stay focused on the physical, rather than the emotional. Had anyone told her there would be emotions involved, she might have thought twice about trying to get Mal to have sex with her, but that was going to be a problem for her to deal with after today was said and done. It was strange though, feeling him try to be the one in control. Clark Kent taking off his glasses and showing her who was in charge. This was not the Mal she'd been living with for the better part of six months and if you'd told her he was capable of such things just that morning? She'd have laughed in your face. Still, she did as she was told, too needy to argue with him right now. Her eyes closing, head tipped back as Mal's hands explored her body. Tormenting her with something close to what she wanted, but not yet what she really needed. "See..." Her hips rose up from the mattress, chasing more of his touch. Ophie using his legs to brace against, the shirt she'd stolen from him billowing open and barely hanging onto her slight frame. "I knew there was a dirty little sex fiend in there just dying to come out." Still grinding back against his hardened length as it strained to be free of his pants. "Do you want me to beg you now, Mal?" Goading him in a way that only Ophie, could as her hand traveled down her body to cover his. Trying him to encourage him to end her torment as shuddering hips chased more of his touch. "You wanna hear me say how much I need your cock inside me? How I wanna watch as you fill me, inch by inch until you bottom out inside of me." Sat on his bed with Ophie between his legs, Mal found himself slightly struck by how odd this whole situation was. If someone had told him that he would end the day with a naked Ophie in his bed, he would have.....ok. So, maybe that part he would have believed. What he might not have guilted believed was that he was in that bed with her, actually contemplating seriously what was potentially going to happen now. "I don't know about dirty little sex fiend" he chuckled softly, his cheeks beginning to burn red with shyness at being called out in such a way. It wasn't that he was dominant, more that he was a man who enjoyed having a degree of control over his surroundings. It was why he thrived in owning his own bookstore, call the shots and doing things the way he wanted. It was the reason why in his apartment everything had a place, and he had a particular way of doing things. Pressing another kiss to her shoulder, his lips paused there for a moment as he contemplated her attempts to goad him. Of course he wanted to hear all of that, of course he wanted the beautiful woman to tell him that she wanted him. Still, what he needed right now was slightly more then that. "I want you to want me because you want me, not because it's the heat speaking. If it's the heat speaking, I'll help you get off as much as you need. If it's me......well that's quite different. So Ophie, whats it going to be?" If she weren't so desperately horny right now, Ophie probably would have gone straight to the bathroom for a cold shower. Why he was asking her to confirm that she wanted him, she had no idea. She'd only been telling him that almost every day from the moment she moved from four legs to two. Unless he was trying to suggest that he wanted her to want more with him. Something beyond just sex... Ophie let out a frustrated whine, trying to shove her hips against his hand. Worked up to the point where if she could have stomped her foot at him just then, she absolutely would have. Ophie didn't have much in the way of pride, but she still had some. Enough at least to be bothered by the fact that he was making her say it yet again. "No." Sounding every bit a petulant little shit right now, but dammit, this wasn't fair. "You're the one that keeps rejecting me." So much so that she'd only just tried to send him away when he'd been an ass about simply holding her. Pausing for a moment, Mal's brain chewed over the comment that she had made for a moment. He wasn't quite sure why, but in his mind, he had never seen what he had done to Ophie all of this time as rejection. It was of course, that was what he was realising. He had spent weeks upon weeks rejecting someone who had wanted him, and had somehow convinced himself she was not serious in it. God he was an ass. "I'm sorry.........I want you, I do" he whispered quietly against her neck. A hand moving to his shirt, he loosened his tie and threw it off to one side, before popping undone the top few buttons of his shirt. "How about you let me make it up to you? Let me show you how much I want you too?" Maybe she should have realized that she'd done it so often, it was unfair of her to think that he'd take her seriously. That it wasn't a big ask for him to want her to confirm that it was him and not her heat speaking. In her mind, though? If she was willing to do this with just anyone, she wouldn't have been there when he got home. She'd be out getting screwed every which way until Sunday by the first person that was willing. In Ophie's twisted mind, she'd made her attraction and potential interest in Mal abundantly clear. He was the one who kept shutting it down. She wasn't sorry that she refused to budge, however. That she wasn't willing to make herself more vulnerable than she already felt. Ophie was painfull aware that she made a joke out of everything in an attempt to appear invulnerable, but she was still an annoyingly soft and squishy person that could get her feelings hurt. She just covered it far better than most did. It's why those whispered words mattered, Ophie relaxing a little against him after that quiet reassurance. Her body still rubbing up against his as if it had a mind of its own. "If I didn't want you, I wouldn't be here." Relenting now that he'd given her something in return. As simple as her words might have seemed to anyone else, to Mal, they were all that mattered at that moment. Call it insecurity from a lifetime of being overlooked, but there was something important to him about people wanting to be like this with him for the right reason. He wasn't looking for romance or love, he just wanted to be the person they wanted to be with, and not, like it had been in some cases, because he was convenient for some reason. Moving his hand off of her for a moment, he carefully shifted her so that she was now sat sideways across his lap the pair of them finally looking at each other, mutual attraction fully acknowledged. His hand slowly sliding down to her ass, he gently held her in place before grinding up against her, letting her know precisely how attracted to her that he was. "I think I am rather over dressed for all the things I want to do to you" he laughed, a hint of shyness in his tone. "Want to help me do something about that?" It was a lot for somebody like Ophie to give even that much. She could show a person that she wanted them. She could even show she cared about them in her own special way, but to put her on the spot and want her to clearly say the words? At least with the kind of sincerity that somebody like Mal both needed and deserved? It made her more vulnerable than she was completely comfortable with. Sex for Ophie was easy. It was fun, exciting and it made her feel wanted, desired even but without feeling too much. It was admitting how much she wanted or needed somebody that she couldn't cope with. Which perhaps should have told them both that the pair of them were destined for disaster. Yet at the moment, neither could recognize that. It did hit her how much she had wanted Mal when he shifted her in his lap. Basically cradling her against him yet never ceasing in the alluring grind of his hips. If he had any doubt as to whether she wanted him, surely that was obliterated with Ophie looking at him. The hunger evident in her opalescent eyes as he invited her to undress him. Barely a moment could pass from when those words left his mouth, to Ophie shifting again in his lap. This time straddling him with Mal meaning back against the bedhead, so they could both look at each other properly. The shirt that was barely hanging from her slight frame, slipped from her body. Leaving the petite Puca naked before him, as she remained patient just long enough to receive his admiration. "This was the hardest thing about living with you as a cat." She admitted, her small fingers making quick work of the buttons of his shirt. Ophie eager to see the parts of Mal she had only been able to catch glimpses of before. She knew from seeing him get changed as a cat, that there was much more than a mild-mannered book shop owner beneath his stuffy button-up shirts and ties. That Mal would have women falling at his feet if they realized just how cut he was beneath it all. Ophie allowed herself another moment to drink him in as she all but ripped his shirt open: Teeth sinking into her lower lip as that pale gaze raked across his abdomen and up his chest. "Gods... you are never showering alone again." Not even trying to hold back her approval as she slipped her hand between their bodies, molding her palm to his hardened length as her forehead pressed to his. "You did this to me, Mal." An unexpected burst of honesty that she might later blame on hormones. "I'm in heat, because of you. Because I want you." To be fair, it wasn't as though she'd been around many other men of late and Finn? Surely he would have triggered her heat before now if it had been him. "Because I want you to be the one to breed with me." Her hand rubbing along his length the whole time, as her fingers started to work the closure of his trousers. As much as everything up to that moment had felt like some sort of surreal fantasy, nothing would prepare him for how turned on he was as she continued to speak. It was one thing in his opinion to find out that a woman liked him physically, yet it was a whole other thing all together to learn that he had provoked such a strong physical and biological response from them. Especially someone was beautiful as Ophie who he figured could have anyone that she set her mind towards having. Unable to control the flush of desire he felt for Ophie in that moment, in a flash his lips were suddenly against hers. Hot and desperate, he made no attempt to try and restrain himself anymore, all he felt was a passion for Ophie and an intense need to try and satisfy her. Hands moving without hesitation across her body, he pulled her closer to him, her chest crushing against his, a small groan escaping his lips as he felt warm skin against warm skin. Fingers digging lightly into her ass as he gripped hold of her, his hips began to buck up against her hand and thigh, hoping to give her no illusions about the way that he wanted her. "You carry on like this, and I'm not going to object too much when you try and join me in the shower" he responded breathlessly between kisses. Ophie didn't think about how her words may effect him, though she might have said all of this much sooner had she known. A jolt of excitement sparking through her body when she felt something snap in him. She never fully understood that the thing Mal might have needed more than anything, was to be desperately desired by another. To be wanted so much that it triggered her heat, very much hit the bullseye. It was dangerous information to give a young fae who thrived on pulling strings. He might as well have given her the keys to the kingdom with that one very important reaction. Ophie groaned against his lips as their bodies fused together. Her trapped hand still working his pants open as she tugged at his belt, desperate to free him. She allowed him to dominate her with his lips teeth and tongue. Yielding to him as he tried to devour her before reclaiming her control. "I'd like to see you try and object when I'm on my knees with your cock in my mouth." Taunting him as she unlooped the belt and went back to the ridiculous contraption that was the front closure of his pants. Honestly they made pants far more sensibly in Faerie. No complex buckles and buttons and zips."You'll be trying too hard not to fuck my face." White teeth scraped over her low full lip as she managed to get his fly undone. Her hand curving around the thickness of his shaft and drawing a low moan of desire from her lips. "I've thought about having you inside me so many times. Touched myself to the thought of you being buried between my thighs. Cum, crying your name at the thought of you finishing inside me." Ophie filling his head with pretty words, yet meaning every one of them. "You want that, don't you Mal? To make the most of what you've done to me? To show me again and again... and again, why I'm yours to breed." With each graphic and frankly, profane image that spilled past those rosy lips of hers, the more wound up that Mal felt himself growing. For the quiet man who was so used to being ignored, to simply slowly disappearing into the background of whatever else might have been going on, it was about the sexiest thing a person could say to him. With Ophie, for the first time in a long time, he felt seen, he felt wanted and desired, it was all so intoxicating to him. Shrugging off the shirt, throwing it off into the room, his hands were just in the process of moving down to help her with his trousers when he felt her delicate hand wrap around him. Groaning lowly, his hips began to move up against her hand, desperately craving the friction. "I've thought about you...." He admitted with a gasp, his increasingly confident hands slowly sliding up her thighs. His mind slowly beginning to go blank from the way her hand felt against him, the carefully controlled filter in Mal's brain began to fail, thoughts spilling past his lips he never dreamed he would admit to having. "I've imagined watching you in the shower, your hands slowly moving all over your body. I've imagined watching you touch yourself, before getting into the shower and helping you finish the job. Pushing you back against the tiles and fucking you until your legs shake" Hands moving down to his trousers, he quickly shuffled them and the boxers all the way down his body, leaving him fully naked underneath her. His hand moving to slide over hers, another moved to her ass, moving to guide her slowly over his erect cock. "Why don't you show me how you touch yourself.......let me watch you as you fuck yourself with my cock" The delight she took in seeing Mal unravel, bordered on evil. But Mal had always been so, well, stuffy. The 'quiet little book man' as Finn liked to call him. Ophie suspected that there was much more to him, based on the simple fact that despite her deception, he'd allowed her to stay. Well okay yes, and he was a soft touch who totally allowed Ophie to manipulate the shit out of him, but he still seemed to want her around. He might look like he wanted a quiet, mundane life but the fact that he had her living with him, was proof there was far more to Mal than meets the eye. "Gods, that's so fucking hot." That he was spilling his desires, perhaps more than what he was even saying. His words only echoed every fantasy she'd ever had. What turned her own was him describing the way he wanted them too. "I want you to watch me finger myself and moaning your name until you can't hold back any longer. Till you're so worked up you just have to be inside me." She shifted, only enough so he could get his pants and boxers off, Ophie's hand immediately going back to wrap around his length. Stroking him now, skin against skin for the first time. Her body all the while screaming for her to just take him inside of her. Instead, she used what shreds of restraint she had left to stroke him, guiding the head of his cock to her wet entrance yet never quite allowing herself to slide down his hard length. "Do you feel how wet I am for you, Mal?" Feeding his non-existent ego as she running his head against her wet lips. Spreading the evidence of her arousal along the full length of her sex as she lightly stroked him. "I want you to watch, Mal." Positioning him once again so that he was just barely pressing inside of her. "I want you to see how perfectly your cock fills me, inch by inch." She nipped at his lower lip, teasing it between her teeth before finally releasing him. Ophie's gaze dipping so she could watch for a moment herself. "Just lay back and I'll spend all day, cumming on your cock." Between the teasing touches, the brush of her against him and the words she was speaking, Mal could feel himself so close to breaking point with her. It had been so long since someone had been this way towards him, and he could scarcely remember anyone who had spoken such filthy words about things they wanted him to do to them. This was all like some sweet sort of dream or fantasy to the usually quiet shopkeeper, often too scared to even ask a girl he liked out for coffee. So, with no warning, his hips jerked roughly up as the hands-on her hips brought her down on top of him, slamming inside of her in a hard and fast way that made him groan out at the sensation. God, she felt good, so good that it made it hard to think about anything other than her riding his lap until both of them collapsed into a sweaty mess on his bed. "God, you're fucking perfect" he groaned softly, allowing them both a moment to adjust to the new sensation of him being fully inside of her. His lips going to her neck began to lightly lay kisses to the skin as he began to slowly grind his hips up against hers. A hand moving up to capture her breast in his hand, he groaned against her neck once more as he softly pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger. She felt it, the second his will broke. Ophie treated to just a flicker of triumph before he was impaling her on his cock. She cried out, the sound cut off as all the air was expelled from her lungs. Ophie's mind going momentarily blank as she was left with nothing but the feeling of him buried deep between her thighs and the fucking perfection if him filling her. "Holy shit..." Gods, she'd been wanting to do this for so long it felt like he'd short-circuited her brain. Ophie's body shuddering on top of his as a wave of pleasure and satisfaction rolled through her. But then he started to move and fuck, he felt so good sheathed inside of her. Somehow exactly as amazing as she'd been picturing it and yet so much better at the same time. "Fuck, Mal." Her head tilted, giving him access to her neck as she remembered how to move her hips. Ophie hugging every inch of his length as she started to move against him. "You feel so fucking good inside me." Her words were murmured against his temple as her hand slid up his neck, fingers twisting through his hair. Ophie holding him to her neck as she lifted herself up, almost causing him to pull out before she came back down again. "I want to feel every inch of you ." Pressing fluttery kisses against his skin, just as a hand slipped back behind her body so that she could take his balls in a gentle grip. "Tell me how good it feels, baby..." So caught up in the feeling of the warmth of her skin against his, the way she felt as she wrapped around him, it was so easy for her to miss the flicker of triumph on her face. Even with how long it had been since he had last gotten any sex, he was sure as hell that it did not feel as good as this did right now. Ophie like with most things, had a way of making the world feel as though it was melting away around them, and they were the only two people in existence. "Yeah?" he asked, almost as though he was checking to see if she meant what she said, despite the fact that she was clearly enjoying herself. Keen and eager to keep trying to please her, his lips moved towards her neck and shoulders, gently nipping and kissing at the skin there, leaving soft pink marks against her doll like alabaster skin. "You feel really fucking good" he groaned breathlessly, moving his hand to rest back on her hip. Then as if to demonstrate his point, he began to thrust and then grind his hips against hers, as if trying to really get the point home. "It makes me want to press you back against the bed and to keep fucking you until either of us can move. I don't even care if Finn comes home half way through, he'll just have to put up with you moaning all night, because that's all I want to make you do." Gods, did he truly doubt it? Even now as she rode his length. Could he honestly feel the way her body shuddered and rolled against his and not have any idea how good he was making her feel? "Oh, gods yes." Refusing to allow him any room for doubt. "Like I was made for you to be inside of." Maybe her words were laid on a little thick, yet she meant every one of them right then. Call it her heat or months of unfulfilled sexual tension. Or maybe it was just the fact that Mal really did feel that fucking amazing every time he thrust into her. Ophie's fingers pushed through his hair, pressing into his scalp as she encouraged his lips against her skin. Her moans growing louder with every light suck and scrape of teeth as he tried to burrow himself completely inside her. She breathed him in, the scent of his arousal turning her on, somehow more than she already was. Her hand gently groping and rubbing his balls so that no part of him was left unappreciated. Just the mention of Finn finding them like this made Ophie push her body down hard on top of his cock. Crying out and gripping his head harder as he bottomed out completely inside of her. "Show Finn how good you make me feel." Picking up the threads of his words so she could tie him into knots with the images she painted. "Let him watch as you slam inside of me - again and again." Her lips at his ear, Ophie nipped and teased him as she wriggled her hips, wanting him to feel all of her surrounding him. "See how hard he gets at the sight of you making me cum." Being a man who appreciated watching, the thought of someone else watching them, getting the same level of enjoyment from this all that he was, was beyond exciting to him. It drove him on, his thrusts getting harsher and harsher with each passing moment. Still, as harsh as he could make things, the angle stopped him from slamming into her quite the way that he wanted to, the way his body was desperately screaming out for him to do. He had never quite felt this level of madness with sex, this desperate need to pleasure someone like this. It made all of his sexual encounters up till now look Vanilla and tame by comparison. With a hand on her ass, he shifted them suddenly, moving them so her back was against the mattress as he had promised in the image painted earlier. Wasting no time in his new position, he pulled back before slamming back inside of her, a little more roughly than he might have normally, but encouraged on by the words that seemed to spill past her lips so gloriously. "Touch yourself for me, I want to watch you cum" he groaned softly between breathless slams of his hips, a look of determination fixed on his features. It was one of those things that Mal revealed that would be forever burned into Ophie's brain. The way Mal responded at just the suggestion of Finn watching the two of them together. God, she knew there was more to Mal than he ever showed anyone. But she had no idea how incredibly hot her mild-mannered book man truly was. Then she was on her back and he was driving into her like a man possessed. The sound of skin slapping against skin filling the bedroom as his hips crashed into hers, over and over. "That's it." Urging him on. "Fuck me, Mal." A look that bordered on delight twisting her features before that twist of pleasure and pain could shatter it. Without hesitation, her hand moved between her thighs as Ophie sought out the tight bundle of nerves. Her fingers wet with her arousal as she teased her clit, her pale eyes locked on his. "I'm gonna cum for you, Mal." Wanting him to feel that all of this was completely about him. Heat or no, horny as hell or no. She wanted him to know that when she came, it was all for him. "See how I look every day I came imagining you inside me." She didn't even blink, her hand gripping his side as she worked her body into a frenzy. Feeling herself clench around the thickness of his length every time he slammed against her. Ophie's voice got louder, her hips lifting up from the bed as she began to wiggle and squirm beneath him. The pressure building as the heat she'd been trying to chase away, pooled hot between her thighs. "Oh fuck - cum inside me, Mal." Spitting the words out before her body began to buck up beneath his. The erratic stutter of her hips, milking his cock as he was treated to the perfect view of Ophie coming completely undone for him. Resting on his forearms as he continued to slam inside of Ophie, he found himself watching with great interest the looks crossing her features as she got closer to the edge. She seemed so free in everything she did, so completely at the moment no matter what she was doing, he could not help but feel a little jealous. Still, there was something different about this time for Mal, a sense of pride at knowing he was responsible for this, that he was the reason she was blissed out the way she was right now. "You look really fucking good on my cock right now" he groaned, quite without thinking fully about the words that spilt from his lips, the types of things he would normally keep to himself and not really share. Feeling the way her body began to respond to his additional request, Mal began to feel a sense of relief that her end was near. His body had been yelling something similar at him for some time, and yet he had desperately been trying his best to ignore it, eagerly trying to get as much from this experience as he possibly could do. Gripping hold of her hip, with one last slam of his hips, he buried himself hard and fast inside of her groaning as he did. A hand moving up towards her face, his lips crashed against hers one last time, moaning into her mouth as he unravelled above her, a part of his body desperately trying to extend this whole experience for as long as he could as his hips jerked erratically against hers. Fingers dug into his side and she held nothing back, Ophie wanting Mal to see everything that he was doing to her - to know exactly how much she'd been wanting this with him. If he thought for even a second they were going to go back to the way things were before, he honestly didn't know her. Ophie, more determined now than ever to repeat this as often as he was physically able. Like this, however? In heat for the first time in years, she wanted more than for him to just fuck her. Her body ached not for her own release, but for his. A scorching fire tearing through her veins the moment she felt his hips start to jerk with the promise of his release "Oh fuck yes, Mal - that's it." Her hips jerked back against his in an erratic clash of bodies. Ophie's legs lifting up to hitch high on Mal's back so that he slammed deeper with every thrust. She wanted to beg him to cum inside her, to push him over the edge but then his mouth was colliding with her own. Ophie's lips pried apart as he caught her mouth in a passionate kiss, smothering her cries and the filth that would have spilled past her lips as he instead spilled inside of her. Her back arched, Ophie's hips pressing firm against Mal's just as she wrapped her arms around his body. Hugging him to her as she rode the wave of her orgasm as he continued to rock against her. An emotion she didn't fully understand crashed into her as Ophie kissed him back with an intensity to match his. The petite puca desperate to draw this out for as long as she possibly could. Cupping her face with his hand, Mal kissed Ophie with an intensity that he had never kissed anyone before. His body desperately working against her, grinding into her, desperately trying to draw out every last possible moment of delicious oblivion from the encounter he could. Even as his body tired, and screamed at him to stop, to rest, he continued to keep drawing circles with his hips until he physically felt as though he could not go on anymore. Even then though, it did not stop his hands, roaming over her soft curves, as if trying to memorise each and every last part of her. A hand cupping her breast, his thumb slowly brushed circles around her nipple, almost as though he was determined to not let this moment end, ever the scholar, desperate for more input and learning about the woman underneath him. Breaking from the kiss, his lips found her neck, laying soft kisses along her skin as they laid there for a moment, joined but similarly broken from their activities. "God, you're incredible" he murmured against her skin, rewarding her with a slight thrust of the hips in the way of punctuating the sentence. She'd been kissed before of course. Probably enough times to make poor Mal blush but if she were honest? Perhaps never quite like this. Never as though somebody was trying to fuse a piece of his soul to her own as he poured every bit of passion he possessed into her. That kiss, the blissful rush of his release as he spilled his seed inside of her. The way he seemed determined to draw this out until neither of them could stand it any longer, short-circuited her brain until she lost all sense of reality. All Ophie knew in that moment was that she wanted Mal with a ferocity that eclipsed everything else. That she wanted to seize this feeling and stay lost in it as his hands continued to explore her body, his hips jutting against hers. "Mal. Mal. Mal. Mal. His name spilled again and again from her lips as Ophie fought to catch her breath. Hugging him tighter. Needing him closer as he trailed hot kisses across her skin. A soft cry of pleasure answered his thrust as Ophie's lips found his ear. Mimicking his actions as she kissed her way down neck. Then without thinking she sealed her mouth against his pulse and began to suck, wanting her mark left on him. Ophie eased back only enough to admire her handy work before nuzzling against the reddish, purple bruise. "Mine." Her tone was a little more playful than purely possessive. But just in case he needed a reminder that there was some truth in it, Ophie bucked her hips just as he had done to her. Feeling the press of her lips against his neck, Mal let out a small breathless moan as fingers ran through her long, dark hair, encouraging her attention further. This wasn't him, at least......he did not think that he was capable of anything like this. He had been a chronic overthinker all of his life, a man who spent so much time stuck in his own head that it was a miracle some days he ever got laid. And yet, here he was, his brain barely functioning and completely engrossed in the moment. There was no planning, no doubting or overthinking. In the moment, there was just he and Ophie and the way she ground her hips against his. Sighing softly, he withdrew himself slowly from her, before falling back against the sheets with a soft thump. Reaching out an arm sideways, he gestured for Ophie to join him, to curl into his side so that the pair of them could cuddle up together. "God, I cannot believe I waited so bloody long to do that.......I mean, what on earth was I thinking?" he huffed tiredly, his hand moving slowly up and down her arm, caressing it softly. "I mean, you are really really good at this, you were not bragging at all" The chronic overthinker meets the little fae who never thought anything through. A match that never should have worked enough for them to get this far and yet here they were. Ophie still wrapped around him as much as she possibly could be. Nuzzling against Mal's neck. Pretending that nothing about this was emotional, yet all the while cuddling with him after intense and passionate sex as she revelled in the feeling of him inside of her. Until he pulled out, Ophie letting out a low whimper of protest at the loss of him. Her pout forming before he could even motion for her to join him. Which she did... or at least seemed to, but she was not content to simply cuddle against him. Instead, she slung one leg over his body and gently took his half-hard cock in her hand. Guiding him back inside of her before settling again on his chest. It didn't seem overly sexual like she was still trying to fuck him. More like she just wanted him there. "You think too much." She announced, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose before wiggling down on top of him. Apparently only content when he was deeply nestled between her thighs. "Less thinking. More orgasms." Ophie cooed happily, tucking herself against his chest before sighing in contentment. Looking down at Ophie as she moved to press him inside of her once more, it took everything that Mal had to try and stop himself from chuckling at the oddness of this whole situation. If anyone had told a few months ago that his life would have been completely turned upside down as a result of taking a stray cat into his apartment, and the he would find himself one day in bed with a....pucca he thought he remembered her calling herself, then he would have suggested that they check themselves into rehab. Yet despite the oddness and the absurdity of the whole situation, Mal found himself oddly.....content. Yes it was a weird situation to be in, and yes, he had never planned on having one roommate, let alone the two that seemed to currently have pitched up in his apartment, he wouldn't have changed it all for the world. As absurd and ridiculous as Ophie and Finn might have been at times, they had shown him nothing but love since the days that they had turned up. They spent each and every day reminding him of the wonder and magic that could be found in the most mundane of things he had taken for granted. It was quite the gift, and something he would forever be grateful for. Drawing the blanket up around the pair of them, he took an extra moment to carefully tuck Ophie carefully in so her shoulders would not get cold. "Yeah....I might need a little bit of practice at that" he responded, before leaning down to press a small kiss to the top of her hair. "I'm willing to give it a go though....if you'll help me?" She hardly deserved him, in any sense of the world. She had entered his life under pretense. She slept in his bed, ate his food, did little to help around the house but in her own very Ophie-like way? She did sincerely care for Mal. She enjoyed spending time with him. She didn't sleep in his bed to be a shit, she simply wanted to be close to him and while he'd fairly assumed she hadn't been all that serious considering how often she'd asked him for sex? She truly was attracted to him. Mal was the first real connection she'd made in the mundane realm and she was in no hurry to give him up. What they had was arguably dysfunctional, but there was sincerity in it from both sides. And as ridiculous as she may have seemed right now, she was doing this because she wanted to be close to Mal. To find comfort in the feel of him still nestled between her thighs as if to reassure herself that at least for the next little while, he was hers. Her sincerity was evident in the way that she relaxed on top of him, brushing her lips against his bare shoulder. Humming with contentment as he tucked the blanket around her, keeping her securely against her chest without complaining at all. "I am very very helpful in that sense." Grinning against his skin. The petite Puca unable to help herself as she gave a little press of her hips as if to remind him of what he had to look forward to once he got his second wind. If he thought they were just going to sleep like this until morning, he was grossly underestimating how horny Ophoe was. "I will keep you thoroughly distracted from your thoughts and give you many... many....... many orgasms." Chuckling softly at her comment about being helpful, Mal slowly nodded his head in agreement. Ophie might have annoyed him at times and might have driven him up the wall at others, but he could not deny the fact that it always came from a good place with her. Sure, she might have been a little misguided, but Ophie with her odd pureness and good heart had certainly done a lot to make Mal's life better, whether or not he was quite ready to acknowledge it fully just yet. "Well, how about you let me grab maybe an hour or so sleep, and then perhaps I can be the one to help you?" he offered, a hand moving up towards her hair to slowly smooth over it, a small gesture of fondness towards her. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I am a boring old man and this one time I've had sex with you is one more time then I've had sex for the last year....maybe two" It was embarrassing for him to admit it out loud, but the reality of the situation was that he just wasn't great when it came to women. He could be friends with them, certainly. The part he had never seemed to quite be able to get down though was the conversion from friend to something else. Still, with Ophie in his arms right now, it hardly seemed as though it mattered. "Hey Ophie.....for what its worth.....I'm real glad you came to live with me. I do like having you around" He was in no immediate danger of her trying to make him attempt round two. Not if the way she was relaxing against him was anything to go by. Ophie's breathing evened out as she found comfort in the sensation of skin against skin and the knowledge that he was still inside of her. She did a very good job of acting like she didn't do emotions yet it was hard to deny that there was something rather emotional about this. An undeniable neediness coming off of her as she burrowed under the blankets that Mal tucked around her. Practically gluing herself to him. "Lies." She grinned against his skin in response to the suggestion that he was boring. "I saw how turned on you go when I said I'm in heat because of you." Reiterating the very thing he could have chalked up to a flattering tale if she hadn't affirmed it. "You have a kinky side, Mal Harris." He just needed a little help in getting in touch with it. Something Ophie was only too happy to do for him. "We're going to have so much sex you'll never go back again." Somehow managing to make her horny proclamations sound something close to casual yet sweet. She hadn't expected those final words from him and it hit her at that moment that they mattered to her more than she could have thought possible. That she hadn't been so sure of that fact until right that moment and yet even as he said it, found herself wondering if it was the magic of her vagina making him say it and not because it was completely true. "Promise?" "Kinky side? I deny everything" he responded to Ophie, a coy smile on his lips that perhaps hinted that the shy bookshop owner had perhaps not always been as vanilla as he might have been. Not that it mattered though, as they laid there both of them curled into each other, basking in the gentle after glow of what had just happened, Mal could barely remember a time that he felt more at peace. It was amusing really, because it made sense as a way of trying to let his hair down and relax a little. Something, he was quite sure that if he actually ventured into the relationship section of his bookstore he would have learnt in a heartbeat. Leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the top of her hair, Mal nodded his head, a small smile on his face as he looked down at her, so perfect looking all curled on his chest. "I promise" he responded, no hint of doubt in his voice as he did so. "Now, time to settle down you. I need all of my energy if I am going to try and help you get through the rest of this in the morning" He'd feel more than see the smile on her lips as she pressed her face into the crook of his neck. Letting the warmth trickle through her body as he pressed a kiss against the top of her head. She felt a weird sense of calm and peace she so rarely felt in her thus short life. Content in a way that was from more than simply being spent after a rigorous round of sex. She didn't say anything back to his promise, perhaps because anything she could say might resemble an emotion and god forbid Ophie ever verbalize something like that. She could show Mal though, in her own very Ophie-like way, that he mattered to her. That she was here, and she wanted him, not simply because she had a high sex drive and zero shame. Perhaps both of them knew that somebody like Ophie could always found another way to land on her feet - or another dude's dick - but she was still here, which she believed in a twisted way, should matter. "Morning?" She mumbled against his neck, her voice thick with sleep. "The second you get hard again I will ride you in your sleep, buddy." Grinning widely against his neck before nuzzling in a little more. Chuckling softly as she spoke of riding him the moment that he was hard again, Mal playfully tapped Ophie on the ass. It was slightly out of character for the normally quiet restraint man, and yet.....for a moment it wasn't. He felt relaxed, more relaxed than he had felt in a painfully long time. More than that though was the fact he felt as though he could be himself with her, completely and utterly himself. After all, they had been living together for some time now, whether or not he had realised at first. There was nothing to hide from her, especially when she had already seen it all now, already. "Ok, well can you give me at least an hour before you do that? Because I'd rather enjoy being awake to appreciate that happening" he teased, before letting out a tired sounding sigh. He'd feel her grin widen against his neck, Ophie rolling her hips for good measure after that light slap on her ass. The feel of him still buried between her thighs, sending a little surge of pleasure and warmth as she relaxed further against him. She always enjoyed that calming feel of skin against skin yet rarely found herself in bed with anyone she could indulge in it with. Mal was a rare sort who would put up with her weird shit. Who would allow her to do something ridiculous like put him back inside of her so that she could sleep on top of him. He was probably going to have to get used to this because she fully intended to do it as often as possible. "One hour." She agreed, sleep heavy in her voice. "Just prepare for your muscle to get a serious workout over the next few days." It seemed she was ready to drift off to sleep. Her breathing slow and even. Her slight frame, a dead weight against his body, but at least there wasn't much of her. But then... because she was Ophie. She left Mal with one final thought; "By that I mean your cock."