[ She's not going to, just watch her -- but oh. Oh. Whatever Mako intends to say is cut off, disappearing under the way Raleigh kisses her and essentially shuts her up. His kiss is rough, bruising, but so, so mind-numbingly familiar that the fight goes out of her after a few seconds.
She'd intended to push him away, to let her finish, but she knows that he's done with conversation and he's looking for a way to distract her, to make sure she doesn't talk about it -- but oh, she's not so easily thwarted. Mako's not a woman to yield, and so she kisses him back, surging back against him hard and fierce, her hand at the back of his head to hold him in place, because she remembers this.
She remembers how fucking good it feels, how it sparks emotions and feelings and yearning and a connection that she'd been searching for her whole life, the way her heart sings for him, her body wanting to be his. She can't talk, but she sure as hell can make him feel, right? Is it real, what they had before? ]
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She'd intended to push him away, to let her finish, but she knows that he's done with conversation and he's looking for a way to distract her, to make sure she doesn't talk about it -- but oh, she's not so easily thwarted. Mako's not a woman to yield, and so she kisses him back, surging back against him hard and fierce, her hand at the back of his head to hold him in place, because she remembers this.
She remembers how fucking good it feels, how it sparks emotions and feelings and yearning and a connection that she'd been searching for her whole life, the way her heart sings for him, her body wanting to be his. She can't talk, but she sure as hell can make him feel, right? Is it real, what they had before? ]