[He hums back at her quietly, he knows. He knows, Mako, she doesn't have to say it because the same thing that she's caught in, is drawing him in too. Like a moth to the flame or a deer to the headlights of the car that's about to hit him.
Raleigh brushes another soft kiss against her lips, as his fingers move between them, finish unbuttoning her shirt and then he's pushing it off her, to join his on the couch or the floor, he doesn't really care. It's gone and that's all that really matters, and he's drawing her in again, kissing her just a little bit harder and deeper this time.]
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Raleigh brushes another soft kiss against her lips, as his fingers move between them, finish unbuttoning her shirt and then he's pushing it off her, to join his on the couch or the floor, he doesn't really care. It's gone and that's all that really matters, and he's drawing her in again, kissing her just a little bit harder and deeper this time.]