[ Mako stiffens, momentarily distracted by her immediate concern for his current state -- you're not going to stop her from mothering him, you stupid, reckless man. You might be the VP of the club, but right here, she's the boss of you. ]
Are you sure you should be doing that? [ She's careful not to lean back into him, but her hands come to rest over his, welcoming the weight of his arms around her anyway; the heat of him. ] Your ribs --
[Raleigh finishes for her and yeah they still hurt like hell, he should really take a handful of tylenol here pretty soon to keep it in control but. He likes having her close.]
[ She'd sock him in the ribs if he isn't currently suffering from it, but he feels so good and warm and she takes his hand, raises it to her lips to press a kiss on his fingers. ]
[ Mako contemplates that for a long moment; she's heard murmurs of a similar sort of thing among the women on the outskirts of the club, the ones who work so hard to get in.
This is practically a love confession of sorts, upon further extrapolation. Oh, Raleigh. ]
[... no, he's actually-- never heard of that before. It's usually just a member of the club and his old lady because motorcycle clubs are sexist apparently. Go figure.]
[ ...Yes, well. Motorcycle clubs are one of the most sexist things on the planet, where women are essentially treated like currency, or sex objects on legs until they prove their worth. Mako had fought hard for it, earned her stripes -- and she had also been fortunate that Raleigh was so much unlike any of them. ]
None of the...old ladies get to call their partners that?
[ That's not helping, you know that, right. But this is not a treatise in feminism, and Raleigh is one of the rare ones. She turns in his arms, just a little, only to capture his lips with hers in a slow, lingering kiss. ]
[ Ey, social injustices can wait; she's not entirely interested in that when there are more important things to be done.
Like making breakfast, for one. She nudges gently at him, turning around in his arms to nudge his shoulder lightly towards the high stool by the counter. It makes her smile briefly, though. His old lady, imagine that. How many women would kill for that honour? (She imagines it's a good damned few). ]
I can't do anything when you're busy clinging to me like a limpet. Go and take a seat and wait.
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Are you sure you should be doing that? [ She's careful not to lean back into him, but her hands come to rest over his, welcoming the weight of his arms around her anyway; the heat of him. ] Your ribs --
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[Raleigh finishes for her and yeah they still hurt like hell, he should really take a handful of tylenol here pretty soon to keep it in control but. He likes having her close.]
Don't worry so much.
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You're too reckless for your own good sometimes.
ANOTHER SHORT ONE NO BRACKETS HERE
lmaoasdkhjf ILU
This is practically a love confession of sorts, upon further extrapolation. Oh, Raleigh. ]
So, does this make you my old man?
can't be tamed
... yeah, I guess so.
i have your bling leash
None of the...old ladies get to call their partners that?
blings up your inbox
[The club is sexist but Raleigh just. Pretends like he doesn't know about it.]
I don't care though. If you do.
kasjhdakdjhf this is the most beautiful
My old man it is.
bling sparkles
Mako helps inspire him though so who knows really what she'd be able to get to him to do.]
You gonna make me breakfast now or what, old lady?
cutest bling sparkles ever
Like making breakfast, for one. She nudges gently at him, turning around in his arms to nudge his shoulder lightly towards the high stool by the counter. It makes her smile briefly, though. His old lady, imagine that. How many women would kill for that honour? (She imagines it's a good damned few). ]
I can't do anything when you're busy clinging to me like a limpet. Go and take a seat and wait.