[ 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. ]
[Okay yeah, cuddling is better but he really doesn't remember putting his shirt back on and now that he feels around, he figures out what happened to his boxers. She stole them. She's a boxers thief.]
[ She likes his boxers. It's hers now. He can go and fish out a new pair for himself. Mako gets comfortable, an arm slung around his waist and decides that this is nice, she feels a lot less like throwing up if she's attached to Raleigh like a particularly adamant limpet. ]
[ That's... really not a threat at all. And it also works very much in Mako's favour because if she had her way, he'd be in their bed and pantsless for a good, long while.
But see, this is Mako valiantly attempting to extricate herself from Raleigh, and managing to stumble into the bathroom to get water. Lots and lots and lots of water.
The only plus of this morning is that Raleigh's boxers are really, really comfy. ]
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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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Je t'aime.
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[ She likes his boxers. It's hers now. He can go and fish out a new pair for himself. Mako gets comfortable, an arm slung around his waist and decides that this is nice, she feels a lot less like throwing up if she's attached to Raleigh like a particularly adamant limpet. ]
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[Fine, keep his boxers, see if he ever puts on pants again. That's-- probably not actually a threat at all, come to think of it.]
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But see, this is Mako valiantly attempting to extricate herself from Raleigh, and managing to stumble into the bathroom to get water. Lots and lots and lots of water.
The only plus of this morning is that Raleigh's boxers are really, really comfy. ]