He laughed softly at her admission that the apology had mostly been for her benefit- there, they'd managed to form words without it all coming out horribly wrong. That was progress.
His remaining clothes were quickly removed, and he shuffled slightly to toe them off from where they had gathered around his ankles. He was actually quite impressed that they'd managed to make it into full nudity, and hadn't just had some frantic half-clothed sex. They had somehow mustered more patience than he had thought possible.
Malcolm really didn't need any further encouragement to explore her body, but her enthusiasm was certainly appreciated. She really was gorgeous - way out of his league, he found himself thinking rather smugly. He didn't really understand how this had all happened, but he was definitely far from complaining. And Grey really didn't seem to have any complaints, either.
Her underwear at her knees for her to deal with, his attention returned to her body. His fingers slowly slid up the inside of her thigh and resumed their slow circles between her legs, his other hand resting on the small of her back, keeping her close.