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[ ...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?

Not really.

[The club is sexist but Raleigh just. Pretends like he doesn't know about it.]

I don't care though. If you do.

[ 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. ]

My old man it is.

[Look, Raleigh can barely convince himself to get out of bed and put on pants a lot of the time, he's not about to fight a war on social injustices.

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?

[ 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.

Edited 2013-10-23 16:21 (UTC)

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