[If he asked his queen for help with bathing, she'd probably faint. She's used to a certain lifestyle and that is alright, it's something he can provide for her. He's not lacking in funds but Mako's been to war, been at his side for years, doesn't expect people to wait on her.]
Yes, thank you. I think I need your help to undress too.
[ Mako's smile widens, before her hands move down the soft linen of his shirt, over his chest. Undoing the clasp of his luxurious robe, she pushes it off his shoulders, tugging at the hem of the shirt.
Mako doesn't mind waiting on him the way a wife would her husband, and she gives him a lazy grin. He smells like sex, like another woman, but she doesn't care about it right now. ]
[Raleigh cares. Enough that even though her touches interests him, captures his full attention, a little part of him wants scrub away the stink of last night before he goes to her fully. So he raises his arms when she tugs at his shirt, and tosses it off to the side once it's over his head.]
[ Mako tuts when he tosses it off to the side, particular enough to go and get it, folding it neatly before depositing it into the basket that is to be laundered. ]
You can't just throw your garments everywhere. [ She gently admonishes, before she reaches for the cloth and soap, scented and rich. She gestures to his trousers, then the tub, amusement glinting in her eyes. ]
[He's the king, he can throw his clothes wherever he feels like it. Which he proves by kicking his trousers off to the side once he pulls them down, smirking at her the entire time. Raleigh climbs into the tub, catching her hand and tugging her over so she can't go clean up after him.
He wants here over here, with him right now. The trousers on the floor can wait. They won't go anywhere or be ruined for sitting there for a while.]
[ And Mako does. Well, the way he holds on to her and makes sure she doesn't get to clean up after him pretty much makes sure of that, right? She huffs, before allowing herself to be drawn over to him, her eyes bright with amusement.
It doesn't help that he looks great naked, really. ]
Leave it and do what, Your Majesty? [ She teases, low and quiet. ] You're a terrible brat.
[ She steps nearer to him, tiptoeing to wrap an arm loosely around his neck. It takes some creative shifting, and she tilts her face up to kiss the side of his mouth, lingering. ]
[ Mako usually takes the lead on these things -- but it's nice to hear Raleigh pretty much telling her he wants to dominate at this point. ] Let's assume I do. What would be my reward?
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Yes, thank you. I think I need your help to undress too.
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Mako doesn't mind waiting on him the way a wife would her husband, and she gives him a lazy grin. He smells like sex, like another woman, but she doesn't care about it right now. ]
Do you need my help with anything else?
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You might have to wash my back.
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You can't just throw your garments everywhere. [ She gently admonishes, before she reaches for the cloth and soap, scented and rich. She gestures to his trousers, then the tub, amusement glinting in her eyes. ]
Take that off and get in, then.
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He wants here over here, with him right now. The trousers on the floor can wait. They won't go anywhere or be ruined for sitting there for a while.]
Leave it. I mean it.
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It doesn't help that he looks great naked, really. ]
Leave it and do what, Your Majesty? [ She teases, low and quiet. ] You're a terrible brat.
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[Raleigh says softly, keeping her hand in his, but looser now, a lover's hold and not just trying to keep her from tidying up.]
I wouldn't seem like such a brat if you took more initiative.
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Are you complaining, my King?
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You need more discipline, I think.
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[ Oh, that's an interesting proposal: she's listening. Accepting his kiss with a sweet smile, she asks, ] What kind of discipline?
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