[He's completely in awe of her but he's not afraid of her. Kind of hard to be afraid of someone after the Drift and it's not like he's got any reason to fear her either. Since she doesn't want him dead, last time he checked.]
You could've warned me. So I knew what I was getting into.
[What was that? Was that press his cold toes more into her leg? Oh okay, he can do that.]
[ Mako scowls, affronted by the indignity of having cold toes on her calves (keep doing the thing, and they might have to revisit the whole Mako-not-wanting-Raleigh-dead hypothesis), and decides that short of shoving him out of her bed, she's swiftly moving, pinning him underneath her. She straddles his waist, burrito quite forgotten in the grand scheme of things. Better -- no more calf molesting.
Unfortunately, it also looks like they're both probably not going back to sleep anytime soon. But true to form, she remarks mildly, ]
[No more calf molesting, that's true, but what about other kinds of molesting.
She more or less tackles him, and it reminds him of their first fight in the kwoon. When she took his leg out from under him and he tried to rise up to meet it but she still had his leg and he was just. So amazed and shocked by what she made him feel, alive again and like he was connecting to someone, it sent him straight back to those days with Yancy when they were in the Academy and they spent fourteen hours down there and Yancy would just bitch the entire time about the lack of sleep.
His body reacts the same way now, arching towards her and he can't stop his mind from going there even if he wants to and he... doesn't. She has to sense it too, there's no way she can't read the tension in his body under her and shit, it feels like he can't breathe. Like literally the next breath is going to decide their entire lives.
Then that breath leaves him in a sigh and he's moving, he's made his decision, he can't hold back anymore, he just can't. Raleigh surges up and his hands slide up her thighs, resting on her hips. It could be awkward but he just knows her so well, that he knows where she's going to be, to tip his head slightly when he gets close to her face and he just kisses her and he's not sorry.]
Mako is reminded of it, in the space of a heartbeat, the look in his eyes when they first connect against the odds, at the tail end of a fight and she has him under her. It's an incredible, marvelous feeling, the way her blood is singing and her heart soars because that was a dialogue, not the practiced efficiency of a man going through the motions. Mako could spend hours and hours with him in the Kwoon and still keep going, to be perfectly honest, especially when every move comes so easily, so fluidly.
He's the first person to make her feel this way, when she comes alive against him and she comes alive now, and she knows where his mind is because she's right there, too -- enough pretending, enough skirting the tension that's begun between them. Her thoughts are fluid with his, the warmth of her affection obvious when she knows exactly where he's going to be, and her eyes close because he's going to kiss her, and it's something she's thought of for a long, long time. She sees it in the instant he sighs, and she's meeting him halfway, the way she'd always done when they came at each other in the Kwoon -- always ready, always seamlessly synchronised.
The pressure of his kiss, chaste upon her lips, makes her toes curl, and it seems to be the next inevitable step in all they'd shared together. He's all she could ever want, this other half of her soul, guilelessly gorgeous and with a smile that could probably signal ships at sea and he makes her happier than she's ever been in the longest time. His hands are warm on her thighs, solid against her hips, and she can't help a quiet sound before her hands come to push him back down to the pillows, following after to deepen the kiss, curious but unwavering.
He shouldn't be sorry, at any rate, and Mako keeps him pinned beneath her when she pulls away just a little, the taste of him on her lips and she licks it unconsciously.
Then, because traditional love stories are for losers: ]
[Okay, so Raleigh will admit that he doesn't really have a lot of experience with girls, that he hasn't kissed anyone since before Yancy died, so it's possible that he's just not remembering it very well. But kissing Mako is different and so much better than kissing those other girls. He doesn't have to know what he's doing or wow her with his skills because he knows what she likes and doesn't like, feeds off of her and the Drift. They killed four kaiju together, they can figure out how to kiss.
Interesting feels like an understatement and he wants to laugh and slide his hands further up her back to the back of her neck and pull her in again and explore her mouth until he knows everything little thing about it. Practice makes perfect, right? Right.
He doesn't do that just yet, she's taught him so much about restraint that it's really shocking if he thinks too hard on it.]
[ Kissing's interesting to figure out; Mako's fingers brush over her own lips, the lingering heat of Raleigh's an enticing treat. He doesn't need to know what he's doing, he doesn't need to impress her, because she's already plenty taken with him and it's obvious in the flow of her thoughts, budding sentiment alongside his.
She likes this, and she curls over him, her hands coming on either side of his face because he's never been more handsome to her, newly awake and thrumming with the thrill of a first kiss, of an anticipation even she feels under her own skin. This time, she's the one to do it, catching on to Raleigh's half-buried desires and brushing her lips over his in another tentative kiss, tucking her hair behind her ear before their mouths meet.
It's slow, searching, and Mako learns to acquaint herself with him like this, to suss out just what it is he likes. Unclear. She teases, I should try it again to find out. ]
[There's really no point in her tucking her hair back, since Raleigh slides his fingers into her hair four seconds later and effectively shakes it loose as he returns the kiss. She's apprehensive, in a good way, like she's exploring something totally brand new, and actually the more he thinks about, the more he's pretty sure this is her first kiss and holy shit. Holy shit.
That sends a little thrill down his spine, both excitement and oh god, don't fuck this up, Becket.
Not that Raleigh considers himself a master but he knows some things. Things that Yancy told him about, never demonstrated because that's gross, but little tricks that he's always kept filed away in the back of his head that he's never had a chance to use before now, like this little thing he's doing with his tongue now.]
[ Becket is definitely not fucking this up, because he's doing that curious thing with his tongue right now that's making her toes curl, and a quiet, startled noise of appreciation from her. Oh. Oh.
She didn't think he could do that. Her protest at his hands tangling in her hair dissipates before it's even fully formed in her mind, and yes, yes it is her first kiss and she's thrilled, responding to him and mirroring that trick, the tiniest flick of her tongue against his -- like this? Mako is new to this, hadn't thought of how good it's going to feel, when her spine tingles and she shifts above him, pleased with her discovery. And speaking of her discovery, she's catching on to his realisation, to the fact that he knows and this is something Yancy's taught him and she smiles, just briefly.
[He smiles back at her faintly, that thrum moving down his spine again, because holy shit, he's her first kiss. It makes sense if he thought about it for longer than two seconds, because she's Mako Mori, she didn't have the time to mess around.
Still.
Holy crap.
When she turns it back on him, he more or less moans back at her. She's a quick learner, he's not surprised and yeah, okay good call on that one, Yance, that is pretty awesome. Mako could probably do anything to him and he'd like it but this, this discovering what each other likes is really awesome.
Raleigh grips her hair tighter, and arches up, like he's trying to get even closer to her, kiss her harder. Yes, just like that. He will gladly be her practice dummy to discover kissing on, for the record.]
[ She likes that idea, Raleigh Becket, right there for her to practice kissing on. Mako is contented with this, carefully exploring his mouth, mapping out what he likes and what makes him make that particular noise. She does it again, tilts her head just slightly more, the touches delicate and light, before she decides to pull back, teeth lightly grazing his bottom lip instead.
He's reaching up to her and her hand splays over the solid muscles of his abdomen to keep him pinned -- easy, I've got you. She follows in quick order, her body molding against his before she deepens the kiss again, her tongue sliding deftly against his, it's really, really nice, and did he like that?
She hopes he does, because she sure as hell liked doing it to him. ]
He relaxes when she puts her hand on him and pushes him back down, even as he makes a louder and more turned on noise right back at her for doing that thing with her tongue. It's easy as breathing to just follow her lead, because she has that effect on him. Like in the Drift, you'd think that he would be the calming presence because he's the more experienced one but that's not it at all. If anyone has a restraining effect, it's Mako but more because Raleigh respects her so much that he'd do whatever she wants.
It's not about obedience, Mister Becket, it's about respect.
He still wants more, he still wants to push and push but she's got him and he knows, doesn't act like it sometimes but he knows. His hand relaxes, stays in her hair for a moment longer before sliding around to cup her cheek as he turns her move back on her and finishes with his teeth on her lip and God, this was so worth the wait.]
[ It sparks something in her, the way he turns it on her, and it's almost like they're in the Kwoon again, each so attuned to the other that it becomes a dance, it becomes a conversation that flows easily, without hurry -- only the enjoyment of the moment.
Mako doesn't take it further, no, she's relishing this far too much, when he's quelled under her hand; Raleigh, older and more experienced, choosing to follow where she leads because he's just that kind of person, because he's just that incredible. It's respect that he gives her, not surrender.
She's smiling, her hand between both their bodies as she makes a soft, appreciative noise, tingling at the way his teeth feel on her lips, a kiss that she's sure to remember for days. Mako doesn't pull away with the kiss tapers off, and only looks down at him with warmth, and more than just a touch of affection. ]
You're either a quick learner, or you had that up your sleeve all along.
[Hopefully, you know, it won't just be a memory over the coming days but the start of a new thing they do all the time, which is make out because now that he's experienced it, he's not sure he's going to be able to hold it back anymore. Doesn't really see that being an issue either, given her response to it and when she pulls back, he smiles at her softly, taking his hand off her face and settling it down lower near her hips again.]
I've been thinking about it for a while, I won't lie.
[ Engineers, as a general rule, are curious by nature, and Mako is no exception. There's the ever-present need to take the measure of something they're given -- a theorem, a logic, an equation, or a person -- and Raleigh is a profound mixture of all of it.
He warms her, large hands on her hips and she reaches down, braces herself against him and brushes the back of her knuckles over his cheek. She indulges in some studying of her own, when her fingers trace over his lips, kissed pink and ever-so-tempting. He might have a right idea there, because Mako decides that she quite likes kissing, too. ]
[God, he's so stupidly gone over her that he could probably stay like this all day, just covered in Mako and trading slow, sweet kisses and doing literally nothing else. His body has other ideas, wants more, but it's easy enough to push that to the side, it's not the right time. They have a relationship that was measured in seconds when they first met and now they've flipped that on it's head, measuring in days and weeks and that's okay because they have the rest of their lives ahead of them.
He knows literally everything about her mentally, the physical stuff just doesn't seem as important, you know. He's heard stories from pilots that were lovers after the Drift, and how sex with your co-pilot is apparently as close to Drifting as you can get without a pons and he wants to try that out sometime.
Raleigh presses a kiss to her fingers when they brush his lips. Just because.]
[ Her skin tingles where his lips brush over it, and she's content with it, settling with the ramifications of the direction they're moving in, the attraction a warm, powerful thing between them. She could do it too, you know, just spend all day kissing him, tasting the sweetness of him on his lips, the candy she knows he has in his pocket. He's partial to a few flavours, and she makes a note to get some more for him when she's heading out of the Shatterdome.
Slowly, she thinks -- with the end of the world diverted they have more time to explore each other, that sex is something they could approach, but later, because she's not yet done appreciating all that he is, enjoying the smallest, most beautiful things with him. It's the best thing we've ever done, he says, and she flushes a warm pink because really, how does Raleigh say these things and not know the effect he has on another person?
She's caught on him, and she shifts, so that they're both on their sides, and she tangles her limbs with his just because she can. ] I didn't think it would feel that good.
[Because Raleigh just says shit, all kinds of shit tumbles out of his mouth like he hasn't got a filter at all and a lot of it is stupid, cheesy stuff or being unable to keep himself in his place and it gets him into trouble a lot more than it charms anyone.]
I can't believe that was your first kiss.
[Because you're a babe and a quick learner, Mako and color him impressed.]
[ ...Well, that is true. But Raleigh charms her, and she doesn't mind the shit that he says. Mostly because he doesn't say stupid shit to her, and he's an incredible kisser but she might be biased because it's not like she has anyone else to compare it to.
Mako has the grace to look faintly sheepish, and quite chuffed, all things considered. But this first kiss thing gets her oddly flustered, like she's too young for him or something. ]
I didn't have a lot of opportunities in the Shatterdome. And I hadn't really cared for it. [ Not until you came along. Then, ] How did you know to do -- that? [ That lovely, delightful thing with your tongue. Yes, she's thinking about that again. ]
[To be completely fair, part of Raleigh does feel like a dirty old man because it's on the other side of twenty five and he's pretty much as jaded and wary as they can come but it's not like he's... had a lot of experience himself. He doesn't actually sculpt those abs because he wants people to ogle him. And kissing people has been just about the last thing on his mind for years now.
He flushes when she asks how he knew to do that. Maybe he's a dirty old man but he certainly acts and feels like a teenager sometimes.]
Yancy told me to try it sometime. Guess he was right.
[ It's cool, he's just twenty seven. Things will be different if he's thirty and above. Which he isn't. But she likes his lack of experience too, because at least they can explore things together, what they like and what they don't.
Right now, she supposes, they basically have all the time in the world. Mako softens, and she smiles because for some strange reason that's remarkably sweet. ]
He was. I liked what you did. [ And he's so adorable when he blushes that she's leaning forward to kiss him again. ]
[He acts like he's forty so what does that say. He's the forty year old near virgin. That's Raleigh Becket's life.
And oh well if she likes it that much, let him do it to her again and then something that Yancy never told him about, he just gets it in his head that it's a good next move and if she doesn't like it then she can, like bite him or something. He'll learn.]
[ So does that mean that he was half a virgin when he met Mako Mori, because that would explain so much.
And oh, he's kissing her again and trying something new, something interesting, though that's a little bit weird and she nips at his lip gently. No, not that deep -- look, here's how she likes it; she teaches him how to make her tingle, shows him in the shifting of her lips, the pressure. Mako likes it when he doesn't treat her like a wilting flower, like she could fall apart at any time, or something.
[Maybe like three fourths of a virgin. Home plate is all for you baby.
Raleigh is a quick learner and he backs off what he's originally doing when she urges, lets her direct him for a moment until yeah, okay he's got it. Not that but this. He can work with that. And he does, shifting in the bed, somehow never breaking the kiss as he rolls her under him, one knee between her legs, so his hips and most of his weight are more off to the side and that's got to be a good thing because he doesn't think she's weak but she's got to weigh a hundred pounds soaking wet and he's not exactly tiny. But the way he's kissing her has to make up for any slight for not settling directly on top of her.]
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[ ...She'd be quite honoured to score a home run with him one day.
Oh. Oh, well. Mako finds herself neatly under him -- and how very thoughtful, she thinks in mild surprise, when Raleigh keeps most of his weight off of her; the man's almost pure muscle, and her hands explore him curiously, tracking over his arm, the lines of his chest through his shirt.
Okay, she likes this, she likes how he takes control and she lets him, this time, tipping her head up to accept his kisses, smiling against his mouth as her hands come to rest on his hips. ]
...You're incredible. [ She breathes between kisses, her teeth catching on his lower lip. ]
Raleigh shifts, like he's trying to get comfortable but that's not really it. It's because he's bad at taking compliments, bad at accepting praise like that, even if he could wax poetry about her, about how she's the sun and moon and stars and how she's the incredible one. And he doesn't know why he's like that, he just is. Maybe he's actually just a fourteen year old boy on the inside who's embarrassed and flattered and flustered by the girl he really likes complimenting him.
Honestly, he's been inside her head, they've been making out for like a half hour now and he's probably blushing but it's hopefully hard to see in the dark.
Shit, he doesn't even know what to say. Like his brain has just stuttered to a halt, between her kisses and his awkwardness and maybe he'll just kiss her a little bit harder and do that thing with his tongue again to distract her from that fact.]
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You could've warned me. So I knew what I was getting into.
[What was that? Was that press his cold toes more into her leg? Oh okay, he can do that.]
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Unfortunately, it also looks like they're both probably not going back to sleep anytime soon. But true to form, she remarks mildly, ]
That wasn't nice.
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She more or less tackles him, and it reminds him of their first fight in the kwoon. When she took his leg out from under him and he tried to rise up to meet it but she still had his leg and he was just. So amazed and shocked by what she made him feel, alive again and like he was connecting to someone, it sent him straight back to those days with Yancy when they were in the Academy and they spent fourteen hours down there and Yancy would just bitch the entire time about the lack of sleep.
His body reacts the same way now, arching towards her and he can't stop his mind from going there even if he wants to and he... doesn't. She has to sense it too, there's no way she can't read the tension in his body under her and shit, it feels like he can't breathe. Like literally the next breath is going to decide their entire lives.
Then that breath leaves him in a sigh and he's moving, he's made his decision, he can't hold back anymore, he just can't. Raleigh surges up and his hands slide up her thighs, resting on her hips. It could be awkward but he just knows her so well, that he knows where she's going to be, to tip his head slightly when he gets close to her face and he just kisses her and he's not sorry.]
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Mako is reminded of it, in the space of a heartbeat, the look in his eyes when they first connect against the odds, at the tail end of a fight and she has him under her. It's an incredible, marvelous feeling, the way her blood is singing and her heart soars because that was a dialogue, not the practiced efficiency of a man going through the motions. Mako could spend hours and hours with him in the Kwoon and still keep going, to be perfectly honest, especially when every move comes so easily, so fluidly.
He's the first person to make her feel this way, when she comes alive against him and she comes alive now, and she knows where his mind is because she's right there, too -- enough pretending, enough skirting the tension that's begun between them. Her thoughts are fluid with his, the warmth of her affection obvious when she knows exactly where he's going to be, and her eyes close because he's going to kiss her, and it's something she's thought of for a long, long time. She sees it in the instant he sighs, and she's meeting him halfway, the way she'd always done when they came at each other in the Kwoon -- always ready, always seamlessly synchronised.
The pressure of his kiss, chaste upon her lips, makes her toes curl, and it seems to be the next inevitable step in all they'd shared together. He's all she could ever want, this other half of her soul, guilelessly gorgeous and with a smile that could probably signal ships at sea and he makes her happier than she's ever been in the longest time. His hands are warm on her thighs, solid against her hips, and she can't help a quiet sound before her hands come to push him back down to the pillows, following after to deepen the kiss, curious but unwavering.
He shouldn't be sorry, at any rate, and Mako keeps him pinned beneath her when she pulls away just a little, the taste of him on her lips and she licks it unconsciously.
Then, because traditional love stories are for losers: ]
That was interesting.
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Interesting feels like an understatement and he wants to laugh and slide his hands further up her back to the back of her neck and pull her in again and explore her mouth until he knows everything little thing about it. Practice makes perfect, right? Right.
He doesn't do that just yet, she's taught him so much about restraint that it's really shocking if he thinks too hard on it.]
Good interesting or bad interesting?
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She likes this, and she curls over him, her hands coming on either side of his face because he's never been more handsome to her, newly awake and thrumming with the thrill of a first kiss, of an anticipation even she feels under her own skin. This time, she's the one to do it, catching on to Raleigh's half-buried desires and brushing her lips over his in another tentative kiss, tucking her hair behind her ear before their mouths meet.
It's slow, searching, and Mako learns to acquaint herself with him like this, to suss out just what it is he likes. Unclear. She teases, I should try it again to find out. ]
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That sends a little thrill down his spine, both excitement and oh god, don't fuck this up, Becket.
Not that Raleigh considers himself a master but he knows some things. Things that Yancy told him about, never demonstrated because that's gross, but little tricks that he's always kept filed away in the back of his head that he's never had a chance to use before now, like this little thing he's doing with his tongue now.]
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She didn't think he could do that. Her protest at his hands tangling in her hair dissipates before it's even fully formed in her mind, and yes, yes it is her first kiss and she's thrilled, responding to him and mirroring that trick, the tiniest flick of her tongue against his -- like this? Mako is new to this, hadn't thought of how good it's going to feel, when her spine tingles and she shifts above him, pleased with her discovery. And speaking of her discovery, she's catching on to his realisation, to the fact that he knows and this is something Yancy's taught him and she smiles, just briefly.
I've never -- Yes. You're definitely the first. ]
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Still.
Holy crap.
When she turns it back on him, he more or less moans back at her. She's a quick learner, he's not surprised and yeah, okay good call on that one, Yance, that is pretty awesome. Mako could probably do anything to him and he'd like it but this, this discovering what each other likes is really awesome.
Raleigh grips her hair tighter, and arches up, like he's trying to get even closer to her, kiss her harder. Yes, just like that. He will gladly be her practice dummy to discover kissing on, for the record.]
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He's reaching up to her and her hand splays over the solid muscles of his abdomen to keep him pinned -- easy, I've got you. She follows in quick order, her body molding against his before she deepens the kiss again, her tongue sliding deftly against his, it's really, really nice, and did he like that?
She hopes he does, because she sure as hell liked doing it to him. ]
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He relaxes when she puts her hand on him and pushes him back down, even as he makes a louder and more turned on noise right back at her for doing that thing with her tongue. It's easy as breathing to just follow her lead, because she has that effect on him. Like in the Drift, you'd think that he would be the calming presence because he's the more experienced one but that's not it at all. If anyone has a restraining effect, it's Mako but more because Raleigh respects her so much that he'd do whatever she wants.
It's not about obedience, Mister Becket, it's about respect.
He still wants more, he still wants to push and push but she's got him and he knows, doesn't act like it sometimes but he knows. His hand relaxes, stays in her hair for a moment longer before sliding around to cup her cheek as he turns her move back on her and finishes with his teeth on her lip and God, this was so worth the wait.]
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Mako doesn't take it further, no, she's relishing this far too much, when he's quelled under her hand; Raleigh, older and more experienced, choosing to follow where she leads because he's just that kind of person, because he's just that incredible. It's respect that he gives her, not surrender.
She's smiling, her hand between both their bodies as she makes a soft, appreciative noise, tingling at the way his teeth feel on her lips, a kiss that she's sure to remember for days. Mako doesn't pull away with the kiss tapers off, and only looks down at him with warmth, and more than just a touch of affection. ]
You're either a quick learner, or you had that up your sleeve all along.
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I've been thinking about it for a while, I won't lie.
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He warms her, large hands on her hips and she reaches down, braces herself against him and brushes the back of her knuckles over his cheek. She indulges in some studying of her own, when her fingers trace over his lips, kissed pink and ever-so-tempting. He might have a right idea there, because Mako decides that she quite likes kissing, too. ]
What do you think about?
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He knows literally everything about her mentally, the physical stuff just doesn't seem as important, you know. He's heard stories from pilots that were lovers after the Drift, and how sex with your co-pilot is apparently as close to Drifting as you can get without a pons and he wants to try that out sometime.
Raleigh presses a kiss to her fingers when they brush his lips. Just because.]
I think it's the best thing we've ever done.
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Slowly, she thinks -- with the end of the world diverted they have more time to explore each other, that sex is something they could approach, but later, because she's not yet done appreciating all that he is, enjoying the smallest, most beautiful things with him. It's the best thing we've ever done, he says, and she flushes a warm pink because really, how does Raleigh say these things and not know the effect he has on another person?
She's caught on him, and she shifts, so that they're both on their sides, and she tangles her limbs with his just because she can. ] I didn't think it would feel that good.
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I can't believe that was your first kiss.
[Because you're a babe and a quick learner, Mako and color him impressed.]
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Mako has the grace to look faintly sheepish, and quite chuffed, all things considered. But this first kiss thing gets her oddly flustered, like she's too young for him or something. ]
I didn't have a lot of opportunities in the Shatterdome. And I hadn't really cared for it. [ Not until you came along. Then, ] How did you know to do -- that? [ That lovely, delightful thing with your tongue. Yes, she's thinking about that again. ]
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He flushes when she asks how he knew to do that. Maybe he's a dirty old man but he certainly acts and feels like a teenager sometimes.]
Yancy told me to try it sometime. Guess he was right.
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Right now, she supposes, they basically have all the time in the world. Mako softens, and she smiles because for some strange reason that's remarkably sweet. ]
He was. I liked what you did. [ And he's so adorable when he blushes that she's leaning forward to kiss him again. ]
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And oh well if she likes it that much, let him do it to her again and then something that Yancy never told him about, he just gets it in his head that it's a good next move and if she doesn't like it then she can, like bite him or something. He'll learn.]
idk what you are
And oh, he's kissing her again and trying something new, something interesting, though that's a little bit weird and she nips at his lip gently. No, not that deep -- look, here's how she likes it; she teaches him how to make her tingle, shows him in the shifting of her lips, the pressure. Mako likes it when he doesn't treat her like a wilting flower, like she could fall apart at any time, or something.
She likes it hard, Becket, hop to it. ]
idk what i am either
Raleigh is a quick learner and he backs off what he's originally doing when she urges, lets her direct him for a moment until yeah, okay he's got it. Not that but this. He can work with that. And he does, shifting in the bed, somehow never breaking the kiss as he rolls her under him, one knee between her legs, so his hips and most of his weight are more off to the side and that's got to be a good thing because he doesn't think she's weak but she's got to weigh a hundred pounds soaking wet and he's not exactly tiny. But the way he's kissing her has to make up for any slight for not settling directly on top of her.]
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Oh. Oh, well. Mako finds herself neatly under him -- and how very thoughtful, she thinks in mild surprise, when Raleigh keeps most of his weight off of her; the man's almost pure muscle, and her hands explore him curiously, tracking over his arm, the lines of his chest through his shirt.
Okay, she likes this, she likes how he takes control and she lets him, this time, tipping her head up to accept his kisses, smiling against his mouth as her hands come to rest on his hips. ]
...You're incredible. [ She breathes between kisses, her teeth catching on his lower lip. ]
so true
Raleigh shifts, like he's trying to get comfortable but that's not really it. It's because he's bad at taking compliments, bad at accepting praise like that, even if he could wax poetry about her, about how she's the sun and moon and stars and how she's the incredible one. And he doesn't know why he's like that, he just is. Maybe he's actually just a fourteen year old boy on the inside who's embarrassed and flattered and flustered by the girl he really likes complimenting him.
Honestly, he's been inside her head, they've been making out for like a half hour now and he's probably blushing but it's hopefully hard to see in the dark.
Shit, he doesn't even know what to say. Like his brain has just stuttered to a halt, between her kisses and his awkwardness and maybe he'll just kiss her a little bit harder and do that thing with his tongue again to distract her from that fact.]
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this is part one of the bomb