[ Because not stopping will lead from kissing to sexy things and, and oh -- Mako involuntarily makes a surprised, pleased noise and what, Raleigh? What even -- okay, she likes it. She really likes it, teeth and tongue and lips on her collarbone; she can't help but tighten her hold on his shoulder, unconsciously encouraging him, wanting more.
His weight is familiar, welcome, and when he's bracketing her like that it's incredibly delightful. Momentarily distracted, she lets her hands bury themselves in short-cropped blond hair. Half-chiding, she says, ] ...People are going to see that.
Bonne [he murmurs against her skin, taken by a sudden possessive streak that's spurred on by the noise she just made and the hands in his hair. That's French for 'good' by the way and given that Mako was jealous once upon a time because of an old crush, he's totally allowed to be a little possessive of her and put a mark on her.
Raleigh Becket's been here and he'll fight you if you try anything.
He starts kissing his way back up to her face, leaving a trail along her neck and her jaw.]
[ Mako seriously, seriously contemplates the sexiness of Raleigh purring French in her ear and how are they supposed to stop when he says things like these and he's kissing her in the way that makes her toes curl? It's the best sort of thing ever and she's arching up against him because while she'd normally punch anyone for taking that kind of liberty, it's different if it's Raleigh.
It's better, if it's Raleigh -- because yeah, it's primitive, all 'Raleigh Becket's been here' and the man can throw down better than any other and fuck it of course she was jealous; but Raleigh's kissing her and she's catching his face in her hands, pulling him down when the heat of his kisses dissipates on her skin. Her fingers shift from his face to his sides, smiling. ]
[Raleigh is a smart man and he strips when he's told to. Even if stripping means that he has to pull away from her to do it, but he really wants to know what she's got planned for him once his shirt is off.
Really when he said he'd be her little pet, he was not fucking kidding apparently and when he's more sober, he might start to seriously question that or he'll be distracted by the blue streaks in her hair and by her bra just as much as drunk Raleigh is and the only difference is that drunk Raleigh takes twice as long to figure out how to take his own clothes off.
[ A real winner, indeed. Mako smiles when he's fumbling, because it's just adorable when she just can't resist teasing him that way. So when he gets the shirt bunched up under his arms and not quite over his head, that's enough.
What's she gonna do about it, you say?
She sits up, helps him with it, pulls it over his head and drops his shirt over the bed before her hand splays over his stomach, her head bowed to press a kiss over where his heart is before she lets her teeth and tongue do the work, nipping and sucking hard -- there we go, a nice, vivid hickey to match the one on her collarbone.
Mako looks up at him mischievously from under her lashes, murmuring. ]
I'm giving you something you won't forget in a hurry.
[He'll treasure it forever and totally cry when it heals and disappear.
For a brief moment, Raleigh considers if this is going to turn into a hickey competition, to see who can give the other the most marks and wow, that actually sounds like a really good idea. Just lying around in bed all night and marking each other up for the whole world to see.
Raleigh Becket's been here.
Property of Mako Mori.]
I forgot something.
[He says about two seconds before he nudges her away from his chest, so he can attach his mouth to her neck.]
But it's as if they've come to the same conclusion together, because the notion of marking each other up for everyone to see is such a primitive, male impulse, but Mako likes the idea of it, anyway. It's as much a promise as anything else, where she belongs to him as much as he does to her, and she -- oh, she really, really likes that, because there's that breathy, appreciative little sound again. ]
Are you going to give me a necklace of lovebites? [ Because she'll bite you for that, bad Raleigh. ]
[Raleigh scrapes his teeth along her skin and finishes it with a big, wet kiss before he's convinced that that spot is good and properly marked. So he can... move on to the next one. Which he does, shifting like two inches before he starts the whole process all over again.]
[ Mako playfully swats him away, because she's sporting a few more new hickeys and that would take awhile to explain (if she even cares to). Fingers clasping his chin, she's pulling him up to kiss him, to distract him from leaving her skin full of red-purple love bites, as lovely as they are. ]
[She doesn't have to try very hard to distract him, he's pretty easily led around like a dog, both because of her and because he's just That Drunk, so when she pulls him up for a kiss on the mouth, he enthusiastically kisses her back.
Puts his back into it, if you will.]
Maybe I-- [Kiss kiss kiss here's some Raleigh tongue in your mouth, Mako, isn't that great.] want you to.
[ That's because he's her french poodle, and he'd better remember that always. Mako laughs, but that's short-lived because there is another tongue in her mouth that's not hers, and he's kissing her like a puppy and she loves him so stupidly for that.
It's messy and enthusiastic and adorable and just a little bit sloppy and she's smiling before she breaks the kiss and leans down to mark him right over his throat; where everyone's bound to see unless he invests in turtleneck sweaters -- challenge accepted. ]
[Seriously, someone needs to make him pick a language and stick to it because that comes in Japanese. So at least she knows what he was saying. But the noise that he makes when her mouth closes over his throat should make what he's feeling pretty clear.]
[ No, why? Mako likes listening to him speak in Japanese. It's accented, but it's delightful -- and she probably is thinking of making him speak in French again.
But later. Now, she wants to hear that noise again, and this time, she's giving him the necklace, planting another sensuously made kiss-bruise on his collarbone. She mouths the words against his skin, musing, ]
[Raleigh would read the dictionary in French if she asked him too. But he's totally in lesbians with her that he'd do just about anything she asked without hesitating.
He's a good puppy and he makes that noise she's looking for when she latches on to his skin. Oh Mako, Mako, Mako, he could honestly care less if he's got bruises all over his body from her, if he's so marked up he looks like he's lost a fight, because her mouth should be illegal.
It should be totally illegal to be this gone for someone.]
No, you can-- [His breath hitches.] --do whatever you want to me.
[ ...Okay, Raleigh. You really need to think about what you're saying, and how you're saying it, because that right there? That's like giving someone a blank cheque and if he's this gone for her, imagine what it's doing to her.
It's pretty much a line right out of her fantasies, and this is her wanting him so badly that she's aching for it. ] Don't say things like that.
[ Because shit is getting serious and she's a little tipsy but he's drunk, and he's a good puppy and making all those noises and the things she wants to do to him are the things he might regret the next morning. Her hands move down his hips, then back up again because not like this. Not like this -- her words are whispered Japanese, her nose buried against his throat. ] You have no idea, the things I want to do to you. With you.
[If he were sober, he'd say the exact same thing. So what's the problem. Because Raleigh loves her so much that he'd do anything she wants from him, anything she wants to try, any little idea that pops into her mind, because fuck. Just fuck.
Mako, they should fuck.
Raleigh shifts against her, getting restless, he needs to do something, let him do something. Give him something to touch and kiss and focus on.]
[ No, that's just... no. Mako wants him to do what he wants to do, too, not just what she wants. She's nuzzling against him, coming back in range before she snags his hand and guides it to her waist. Her heart's pounding, and maybe they should, they really should.
They're teetering on the brink of it and she wants him, too. She wants to give it all to him and more. He's shifting against her and she hopes he's sober, because she's tipping his face up to kiss her, to sample the alcohol on his tongue and to claim him as hers.
[Mako totally takes his v-card that night. Even though he wasn't actually a virgin before he met her, it's been so long it's probably grown back and what Raleigh lacks in taking his time, and exploring everything, he makes up for in enthusiasm and passion and hands everywhere he thinks it's pretty awesome.
In any case, he actually falls asleep afterwards (which is pretty much a miracle for Raleigh these days, to drop off in a dead sleep) curling up around her like an octopus.
But when he wakes up-- he thinks that maybe it would've been better to die because his head is pounding, there's a horrible taste in the back of his throat, his right arm is so dead he can't even feel it anymore and wouldn't be surprised if it was actually gone, and there's someone-- oh.
It's Mako.
And they had sex, holy shit that's right.
Raleigh wants to nuzzle her but moving makes him whimper in the back of his throat and maybe he won't just yet. Is she awake? He can't tell.]
[ Great night -- Raleigh's pretty much the most incredible person alive, all passion and enthusiasm and she really did like that he's so wonderfully... him.
But then comes morning and her head hurts like hell - the only consolation is that she's pleasantly sore in other places, too. Her awareness of him sparks in the back of her mind, the fact that he's starting to stir beside her, and she's dimly aware of the fact that his hangover's probably killing him, too.
It hurts to move, but she's curled up against him and she presses her face into his shoulder, stifling a groan. No, no getting up. No doing anything. They're just going to lie here and suffer forever. ]
[Yeah, she's awake and he makes the herculean effort to turn his head to the side to brush his lips against her skin. Who knew that speaking French would lead to having sex, he should have tried that earlier because they should definitely have been doing this for a while.]
[ To be fair Mako didn't know Raleigh speaking in french would want to make her jump his bones either -- or think that the lot of the sappy poets are right; french is sexy. But her head feels like mush and Raleigh is like a wounded puppy beside her and she's draping her arms over his waist.
She'd nuzzle, but then her entire brain could fall out. Can't take that chance. ]
[ Why would anyone want to defend themselves from getting laid? ]
Alcohol. [ She mutters into his shirt, and it hurts even to talk. ] ...the other one was good. [ ...Imagine that, they really had sex. But she's going to need ice for bruised parts -- getting that enthusiastic during her first time isn't a good idea, no matter what trashy romance novels say. ]
[Here's a good question, how come Raleigh has his shirt on? Did he even take it off last night-- no, he did, he remembers doing that so how did it make it's way back to onto his body?
Seriously, he's baffled. Especially since he's wearing a shirt but nothing on his bottom half.]
[ That's because she's got his boxers on. Not sure how that happened but whatever. He can find new boxers. Squirming beside him, she squints at the bedside clock and contemplates the arduous task of moving. ]
Hmmm?
[ No, cuddling with Raleigh is better. A lot better. ]
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His weight is familiar, welcome, and when he's bracketing her like that it's incredibly delightful. Momentarily distracted, she lets her hands bury themselves in short-cropped blond hair. Half-chiding, she says, ] ...People are going to see that.
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Raleigh Becket's been here and he'll fight you if you try anything.
He starts kissing his way back up to her face, leaving a trail along her neck and her jaw.]
What are you gonna do about it?
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It's better, if it's Raleigh -- because yeah, it's primitive, all 'Raleigh Becket's been here' and the man can throw down better than any other and fuck it of course she was jealous; but Raleigh's kissing her and she's catching his face in her hands, pulling him down when the heat of his kisses dissipates on her skin. Her fingers shift from his face to his sides, smiling. ]
Take your shirt off, and I'll show you.
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Really when he said he'd be her little pet, he was not fucking kidding apparently and when he's more sober, he might start to seriously question that or he'll be distracted by the blue streaks in her hair and by her bra just as much as drunk Raleigh is and the only difference is that drunk Raleigh takes twice as long to figure out how to take his own clothes off.
You got yourself a real winner there, Mako.]
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What's she gonna do about it, you say?
She sits up, helps him with it, pulls it over his head and drops his shirt over the bed before her hand splays over his stomach, her head bowed to press a kiss over where his heart is before she lets her teeth and tongue do the work, nipping and sucking hard -- there we go, a nice, vivid hickey to match the one on her collarbone.
Mako looks up at him mischievously from under her lashes, murmuring. ]
I'm giving you something you won't forget in a hurry.
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For a brief moment, Raleigh considers if this is going to turn into a hickey competition, to see who can give the other the most marks and wow, that actually sounds like a really good idea. Just lying around in bed all night and marking each other up for the whole world to see.
Raleigh Becket's been here.
Property of Mako Mori.]
I forgot something.
[He says about two seconds before he nudges her away from his chest, so he can attach his mouth to her neck.]
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But it's as if they've come to the same conclusion together, because the notion of marking each other up for everyone to see is such a primitive, male impulse, but Mako likes the idea of it, anyway. It's as much a promise as anything else, where she belongs to him as much as he does to her, and she -- oh, she really, really likes that, because there's that breathy, appreciative little sound again. ]
Are you going to give me a necklace of lovebites? [ Because she'll bite you for that, bad Raleigh. ]
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[Raleigh scrapes his teeth along her skin and finishes it with a big, wet kiss before he's convinced that that spot is good and properly marked. So he can... move on to the next one. Which he does, shifting like two inches before he starts the whole process all over again.]
Is that a problem?
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Don't make me bite you back.
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Puts his back into it, if you will.]
Maybe I-- [Kiss kiss kiss here's some Raleigh tongue in your mouth, Mako, isn't that great.] want you to.
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It's messy and enthusiastic and adorable and just a little bit sloppy and she's smiling before she breaks the kiss and leans down to mark him right over his throat; where everyone's bound to see unless he invests in turtleneck sweaters -- challenge accepted. ]
Good. You'll come to regret saying that.
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[Seriously, someone needs to make him pick a language and stick to it because that comes in Japanese. So at least she knows what he was saying. But the noise that he makes when her mouth closes over his throat should make what he's feeling pretty clear.]
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But later. Now, she wants to hear that noise again, and this time, she's giving him the necklace, planting another sensuously made kiss-bruise on his collarbone. She mouths the words against his skin, musing, ]
You might be speaking too soon.
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He's a good puppy and he makes that noise she's looking for when she latches on to his skin. Oh Mako, Mako, Mako, he could honestly care less if he's got bruises all over his body from her, if he's so marked up he looks like he's lost a fight, because her mouth should be illegal.
It should be totally illegal to be this gone for someone.]
No, you can-- [His breath hitches.] --do whatever you want to me.
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It's pretty much a line right out of her fantasies, and this is her wanting him so badly that she's aching for it. ] Don't say things like that.
[ Because shit is getting serious and she's a little tipsy but he's drunk, and he's a good puppy and making all those noises and the things she wants to do to him are the things he might regret the next morning. Her hands move down his hips, then back up again because not like this. Not like this -- her words are whispered Japanese, her nose buried against his throat. ] You have no idea, the things I want to do to you. With you.
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Mako, they should fuck.
Raleigh shifts against her, getting restless, he needs to do something, let him do something. Give him something to touch and kiss and focus on.]
I want them. I want all of it, Mako.
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They're teetering on the brink of it and she wants him, too. She wants to give it all to him and more. He's shifting against her and she hopes he's sober, because she's tipping his face up to kiss her, to sample the alcohol on his tongue and to claim him as hers.
Then, finally: ] Take your pants off.
[ YEAH OKAY MAYBE THEY'RE GONNA FUCK TONIGHT. ]
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In any case, he actually falls asleep afterwards (which is pretty much a miracle for Raleigh these days, to drop off in a dead sleep) curling up around her like an octopus.
But when he wakes up-- he thinks that maybe it would've been better to die because his head is pounding, there's a horrible taste in the back of his throat, his right arm is so dead he can't even feel it anymore and wouldn't be surprised if it was actually gone, and there's someone-- oh.
It's Mako.
And they had sex, holy shit that's right.
Raleigh wants to nuzzle her but moving makes him whimper in the back of his throat and maybe he won't just yet. Is she awake? He can't tell.]
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But then comes morning and her head hurts like hell - the only consolation is that she's pleasantly sore in other places, too. Her awareness of him sparks in the back of her mind, the fact that he's starting to stir beside her, and she's dimly aware of the fact that his hangover's probably killing him, too.
It hurts to move, but she's curled up against him and she presses her face into his shoulder, stifling a groan. No, no getting up. No doing anything. They're just going to lie here and suffer forever. ]
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Hey.
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She'd nuzzle, but then her entire brain could fall out. Can't take that chance. ]
Are you dying? I might be.
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From the alcohol or the sex?
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Alcohol. [ She mutters into his shirt, and it hurts even to talk. ] ...the other one was good. [ ...Imagine that, they really had sex. But she's going to need ice for bruised parts -- getting that enthusiastic during her first time isn't a good idea, no matter what trashy romance novels say. ]
Unngh.
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Seriously, he's baffled. Especially since he's wearing a shirt but nothing on his bottom half.]
... Mako?
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Hmmm?
[ No, cuddling with Raleigh is better. A lot better. ]
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