[She's still not the same girl that kissed him in that motel room a week ago, who was tense and all nerves and who didn't want to admit to anything. But then she's not the Mako that cornered him in an alleyway outside his usual haunt, and yelled at him and who left scratch marks on his back.
She's just Mako, who pulls at his heart and soul whenever she wanders too close. Like pay attention, Raleigh, are you paying attention, this one is different.
He kisses her back softly, following her example even as he leads. Really, really they don't even have to have sex to feel it, the connection, because even just this has his heart going, his head just aching at how close they are, and how he coaxes her mouth open so he can be even closer.]
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She's just Mako, who pulls at his heart and soul whenever she wanders too close. Like pay attention, Raleigh, are you paying attention, this one is different.
He kisses her back softly, following her example even as he leads. Really, really they don't even have to have sex to feel it, the connection, because even just this has his heart going, his head just aching at how close they are, and how he coaxes her mouth open so he can be even closer.]