[ Raleigh refuses her, and Mako is unsurprised by that -- he's mired too deep in the past, in his grief and memories that the notion of the future is untenable, something unknown and better off left alone. He refuses her, but Mako doesn't leave and report this to the Marshal for two reasons: Mako doesn't take kindly to failure, and one doesn't walk away from the man that (unknowingly) showed you what being connected to another living soul could be like.
So she decides to try again, three days later -- but she doesn't find him at the bar. Honey, one of the buxom, lovely blonde waitresses tell her. Try the back.
And Mako's heart sinks, because she might be new to sex, but she's not new to human nature, and she knows exactly what she's saying. So Mako goes out to the back, makes a circle into the alleyway where she hears the soft, obscene grunts of a couple fucking, a high pitched, breathy woman's voice that ends with a sigh and a soft giggle and nothing else from the back. There is the rustling, too soft to be heard, and a soft, you're amazing, where do I find you again?
Hey, I'm all about the fairytale. You always know where to find me.
It's Raleigh's voice, and Mako's blood runs cold when she turns the corner and sees him with another, he's putting away the money and ration cards, and she's tugging her skirt back down with a wide, satisfied grin. She stops, standing under her umbrella with her words caught in her throat. The woman catches sight of her first, grins lazily and walks past, out of the alley.
Mako's grip tightens on her umbrella. ] ...Busy night?
[Mako's ruined him, in more than one way but obviously in the fact that he got nothing from this trick, except for a sick feeling settling in his gut and she must have impossibly low standards or just wowed by his reputation because even Raleigh doesn't think that wasn't very good. It was like fake diet Coke after having a real Coke. Black and white after a rainbow.
Something gross and meaningless and dull after the glimmer of hope and affection and passion that Mako planted in him. He takes his money, arranges himself so he's decent and his dick's not hanging out for the world to see, just zipping up his pants when he hears her voice.
He didn't expect her to give up, not that easily and he's just shrugging at her.]
You know how it is, still a hot demand for Ranger dick.
[ Mako has to fight not to flinch at how crude it is, how off-handedly destructive he is being -- and perhaps this is the real him now, a man so cold that his heart's frosted over.
But she's not giving up, not for him; surely she can reach him, right? Surely, he's not completely lost to her? ]
And here you are, wasting it. [ It's not the cheerful, smiling man, full of life and cocky swagger and the passion to save the world. Now, he's colder, harder, an older man who is worn down by grief. Better or worse, Raleigh asked her, and Mako knows the answer to that now. ]
[She's not entirely wrong, that kid did die the same night his brother did, he's not the same Raleigh that stepped into the Jaeger as the one who stumbled out.
Raleigh fixes her with a look, if that's how she wants to play it then, fine.]
I don't remember you complaining about it the other night.
[ Mako's eyes narrow, stung, and profoundly insulted by that remark -- as if she's just like every one of those women who were there for a fantasy (even if she did pay him). She feels her cheeks burn at the insinuation, silently glad for the fact that it's dark enough in the alleyway for him not to notice.
Her jaw sets, temper rising -- she's not a little girl, she thinks, they were consenting adults and it shouldn't matter, right? It shouldn't matter that it hurt that he saw her like he did all the others; even if she knew differently (maybe he was really that good at faking it). She can deal with that in her own time; he'll never need to know. ]
You deserve better than that and you know it, Mr. Becket. You belong in the cockpit of a jaeger, not in a dirty alleyway.
[Wrong, wrong wrong. He belongs at the bottom of the Pacific ocean with his brother and he's just never quite figured out how believe otherwise.
Raleigh's quiet for a moment, just looking at her. He really thinks that if she'd asked him to do anything else, literally anything else in the world, he would've done it. Without hesitating, he would have followed her anywhere-- except back into a Jaeger.]
[ Do anything for her? That literally means nothing to her when the world's on the verge of falling apart, and there are only four jaegers, no, three, against an entire unknown army that's getting stronger and stronger even as they speak. ]
Look around you, Ranger, [ She snaps, her anger evident in the sharp words she levels at him. ] Half of the world lies in ruins, how can you tell me that with a straight face? Pilots are dying all over the world, and the only time you call yourself a Ranger is when you're fucking someone who pays you.
[He straightens, instinctively when she snaps at him. She kind of reminds him of the Marshal when she's barking at him like that and it's still engrained him to stand up straight and fucking pay attention when someone takes that tone with him.]
You get into that cockpit then. [She's been through the Academy, she said so herself. So there's a pilot, right there, all she needs is someone who is compatible with her and there, problem solved.]
Or are you still here because you know that I'm your ticket into one?
[ Mako moves without thinking, dark eyes blazing with anger -- she doesn't raise her hand to give him a good, tight slap at that, even if she might as well have done it. ]
I'm here because we are compatible. You, of all people, know how rare it is to find someone who's compatible. How dare you be crude enough to assume that I'm using you for my own selfish ends?
Don't act like you're better than me. You had no problem using me before.
[That deserves a slap and he knows it, maybe is bracing himself a little for it. It was more than that, yes, or he likes to think so, she meant something to him that night but neither of them saw that coming when she kissed him and insisted he keep going.
Raleigh doesn't mind so much being used, lots of girls do it, but she can get off that high horse any time.]
[ That does earn him a slap, because Mako sure as hell hadn't been using him for anything; she'd kissed him because she wanted to, she wanted him to continue because in that moment, he'd come alive under her hands, he had been warmer, a shade more alive than this.
Right now, Mako doesn't know if the man she'd seen, the one who had held her and had been terribly, thoughtfully gentle, the one she knew she had a connection with had been a clever disguise. Can you even fake a connection?
Embarrassed and angry, she blurts out: ] The last thing I wanted to do was use you. But the person that you are now is never going to understand that. [ Then, because Mako is vicious and is out to make him angry, she continues. ] Tell me, what will your brother say if he saw you today? Would he be proud to see that this is how you've carried on without him?
[That does make him angry, and not just entirely at her but at Yancy too because there's a part of him that would literally do anything to have his big brother back, and then there's the other part that knows if that did happen, if he did see Yancy again-- he'd punch him square in the face. Because Yancy died, he's gone and no it's not like he chose it but if he'd had five more seconds, he would have.
Raleigh knows where that sentence was going, and it's not okay. It's not okay that he made a mistake, made a stupid call and Yancy was still going to try and bail him out of it, and died because of it.
So yeah. He's angry. At his brother, at the kaiju, at her for pushing. She could've just left him alone, that's all Raleigh really wants-- is to be left alone to carry his burdens in peace. He probably would've let the slap go but because of what she said, he's grabbing her wrist, holding it tight.
Mako doesn't have to tell him what Yancy would say. Raleigh's got a little voice in the back of his head that sounds just like Yancy that hasn't shut up for five years.]
A guy has to eat. [That's a shitty excuse and he knows it but his other options including wasting away or working on the wall and he can't imagine Yancy would've liked either of those.] You don't know my brother, you don't get to talk about him at all.
[And part of him wants to push her against the wall and make her stop talking, with his mouth and hands because that's easy, that's something he knows.]
[ There. At least there's a flash of something that isn't callous indifference; there's something Mako sees that shows her that he isn't false -- that he isn't just an automaton.
Raleigh grabs her wrist in a lightning-swift move, and you know, she's not going to stop pushing, because Mako's found that chink in his armour and she's tenacious as a pitbull when pushed to it. She wants to know how to reach him, how to pull him out of this pit of despair he'd resigned himself to. He'd suffered a tragedy no one else endured, but this is war, and Mako can't accept that he'd voluntarily drop out -- it's just not done that way. ]
I watched you both. Every video, every mission. I studied you, even the one in Alaska. [ Yes, she knew about that one, she knew that the two of you wanted to save the world together, that a boat full of fishermen had been saved because of them. ]
Ask yourself and be honest, [ And she's digging in, ruthless, pushing, because she wants him to see. ] what would he say? Nobody just quits being a Ranger --
[She's going to have to accept it at some point because that's exactly what happened. His papers say dishonorable discharge, for the disobedience of orders, and that's true-- he did refuse to come back to active duty, refused to work with the therapists and doctors, refused to talk about it, about Yancy, about anything.
So the Marshal had no choice but to kick him out and sometimes, Raleigh thinks their cold leader did him a favor. Like he knew that some part of Raleigh was broken and never going to be fixed and leaving was best for him.
Mako's pushing and pissing him off, and he feels so little these days, not the good or the bad feelings that it burns like a fire. She wants him to see but he wants her to shut up. She can watch whatever the hell she wants, she wasn't there, she has no no idea what it was like--
Raleigh knows of two ways to make someone stop talking. Punch them or kiss them and he picks the latter with her, pushing his mouth against hers, hard, bruising, demanding that she stop talking right now. Can't talk with his tongue in her mouth now can she.]
[ She's not going to, just watch her -- but oh. Oh. Whatever Mako intends to say is cut off, disappearing under the way Raleigh kisses her and essentially shuts her up. His kiss is rough, bruising, but so, so mind-numbingly familiar that the fight goes out of her after a few seconds.
She'd intended to push him away, to let her finish, but she knows that he's done with conversation and he's looking for a way to distract her, to make sure she doesn't talk about it -- but oh, she's not so easily thwarted. Mako's not a woman to yield, and so she kisses him back, surging back against him hard and fierce, her hand at the back of his head to hold him in place, because she remembers this.
She remembers how fucking good it feels, how it sparks emotions and feelings and yearning and a connection that she'd been searching for her whole life, the way her heart sings for him, her body wanting to be his. She can't talk, but she sure as hell can make him feel, right? Is it real, what they had before? ]
[It was real. It was the realest thing that Raleigh had felt in years. He's good, but not that good, not good enough to fake a connection like that. He wears his heart on his sleeve, really, he doesn't pretend to want to woo or marry any of the girls that find him in the bar. He doesn't act like they're the most special woman in the world. They're there because they want bragging rights, because they're jaeger flies and they're willing to pay for the privilege and they all know it, he knows it, no need to make it something it's not.
But Mako-- oh Mako. She's kissing Raleigh, not the former ranger and he shudders, crowding her against the wall a moment later. Using it to support them both as he leans into her, pushing back for every inch that she pushes him. Nevermind that he literally just finished with another girl, he wants her, he wants to leave the same mark on her that she's leaving on him. He wants her to remember him when she leaves-- Mako makes him competitive but not really in that he wants to beat her, he just wants her to pay attention to him.
It's addicting, so addicting to trade kisses with her, taking a drink of water and still being thirsty, a drowning man suddenly finding air.]
[ The breath is knocked out of Mako when Raleigh continues to kiss her, and she doesn't know if it's the wall at her back or the fact that his tongue is in her mouth. She lets him push her up against the brick, ignoring all potential protest of the dust that could be stuck at her back.
Mako's arms are looped around his shoulders, and she meets his desperation with equally blinding want. She hasn't stopped thinking about him ever since the other night, always wanted, yearned for another taste of pure, unadulterated connection, her escape into where nothing else matters, where the world isn't breaking down all around them.
She feels him when he shudders, tremors through his body -- Raleigh is still strong, built like a hungry wolf and she has no qualms tugging on his belt, insistent and she doesn't care if he's literally just finished with another girl; they're not done with each other. ]
Please, [ She breathes against his mouth, before her mouth parts under his; he has her attention, he has all of it, and she bites at his bottom lip in challenge, because this? This is dialogue, this is how they communicate without words. ]
[It used to be, that the only person who could piss Raleigh off and get under his skin so easily was his brother. But this is something different, this is nothing at all like the rivalry that existed between them, that is always between brothers of all ages, where he would harass Yancy in his sleep and Yancy would bully him into a headlock.
No, this is passion and lust and neither one of them is very happy with the other. She wants him to come back with her and he absolutely refuses to do that and she's so pushy that the only thing he can do is push back.
Raleigh picks her up, his hands firm on her the backs of her thighs, she's tiny compared to him, doesn't weigh anything, it's easy to hold her against the wall, move her legs around his middle. And he hardly stops kissing her either, how about that, even if he does trail away from her mouth to kiss along her jaw, her neck, her collarbone.]
[ That's more than anything she could ever ask for. He surprises her -- he gets aggressive but he's still remarkably gentle, firm where it counts and she feels herself being lifted, put entirely at his mercy.
He's supporting her weight with his strength, and it's both endlessly arousing and terrifying -- Mako, who is so slow to trust, wanting, needing this stranger in all the ways she shouldn't. She leans forward and takes her chance, kissing him hard, fumbling with his belt and undoing the buckle -- she needs him, she needs the rush passion to quell the frustration, to remind him (and herself) of what happened between them that night.
When he breaks the kiss to track his sinfully lovely lips down her jaw, her throat, and downwards, her hands roam, smoothing up his chest, in his hair as she nuzzles against him, baring her throat to him in unmistakable challenge: take her if he dares. ]
[He dares, he so fucking dares-- though maybe if he knew her whole story and what she meant to Marshal Pentecost-- actually who is he kidding. He'd dare to do her twice which maybe doesn't make him sound like a very good person but there they are. Maybe he's not, maybe he's just an asshole and a fuck up and this is all he's good for anymore.
And maybe she needs to be reminded of that.
So he takes her at that silent dare, right there, in the alley, right after some other girl just hopped off, leaving bruises on her, on her hips and neck and he's not sorry. He's not even a little bit sorry, riding the passion and irritation he feels for her for all it's worth.
Even when it's done, he doesn't let go of her immediately, leaves her with a final bruising kiss like do you get it now, Mako?]
[ She gets it. Of course she gets it -- how could she not? He takes her and she's not sorry, even if it's filthy and brutal and harsh and she loves every moment of it.
He's alive under her hands, moving and passionate, burning under her encouragement; and Mako's goading him on, challenging him and pushing him further, pleasing him at the same time with her enthusiasm, her stored knowledge of just what he liked and how.
So when it's over, she's still clinging to him, parting her mouth to kiss him back just as fiercely, aggressive and wanting -- he's never an asshole, or a fuck-up, and even if it takes her weeks to convince him to come back, she'll do it. ]
[Good luck, he'd had five years of convincing himself exactly that, that he's a wash up, a has been, over and done, not worth anything, why would anyone trust him with a Jaeger again if he can't even keep his brother alive.
Raleigh sighs into her mouth, winding the kiss down as he lowers her back to her feet. He's still pissed at her, for being so pushy but he's not about to just drop her and leave her there, freshly fucked and disheveled because at the end of the day-- she's not one of them.
She's not a fly. She's not someone he just uses for money. But what's changed? Nothing, he's not going to come back with her and this is what he does for a living.]
[ He's not going to be doing that for a living for a while (if at all), not if she has anything to say about it. But when her feet touches the ground, she makes herself decent, a warm flush high in her cheeks at what they'd essentially just done.
Tucking her hair back behind her ear, she blinks at those words, before she reaches into her purse for the bill. Of course. Of course -- what had she been thinking? ]
[Shit, part of him didn't think that she'd actually pull her wallet out. That he was just saying it because what else is he going to say, what else is there to say.
Besides that, he doesn't want to talk about that.]
No, you don't. [He replies in a quiet voice.] You can find someone better than me for the job.
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[ Raleigh refuses her, and Mako is unsurprised by that -- he's mired too deep in the past, in his grief and memories that the notion of the future is untenable, something unknown and better off left alone. He refuses her, but Mako doesn't leave and report this to the Marshal for two reasons: Mako doesn't take kindly to failure, and one doesn't walk away from the man that (unknowingly) showed you what being connected to another living soul could be like.
So she decides to try again, three days later -- but she doesn't find him at the bar. Honey, one of the buxom, lovely blonde waitresses tell her. Try the back.
And Mako's heart sinks, because she might be new to sex, but she's not new to human nature, and she knows exactly what she's saying. So Mako goes out to the back, makes a circle into the alleyway where she hears the soft, obscene grunts of a couple fucking, a high pitched, breathy woman's voice that ends with a sigh and a soft giggle and nothing else from the back. There is the rustling, too soft to be heard, and a soft, you're amazing, where do I find you again?
Hey, I'm all about the fairytale. You always know where to find me.
It's Raleigh's voice, and Mako's blood runs cold when she turns the corner and sees him with another, he's putting away the money and ration cards, and she's tugging her skirt back down with a wide, satisfied grin. She stops, standing under her umbrella with her words caught in her throat. The woman catches sight of her first, grins lazily and walks past, out of the alley.
Mako's grip tightens on her umbrella. ] ...Busy night?
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Something gross and meaningless and dull after the glimmer of hope and affection and passion that Mako planted in him. He takes his money, arranges himself so he's decent and his dick's not hanging out for the world to see, just zipping up his pants when he hears her voice.
He didn't expect her to give up, not that easily and he's just shrugging at her.]
You know how it is, still a hot demand for Ranger dick.
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But she's not giving up, not for him; surely she can reach him, right? Surely, he's not completely lost to her? ]
And here you are, wasting it. [ It's not the cheerful, smiling man, full of life and cocky swagger and the passion to save the world. Now, he's colder, harder, an older man who is worn down by grief. Better or worse, Raleigh asked her, and Mako knows the answer to that now. ]
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Raleigh fixes her with a look, if that's how she wants to play it then, fine.]
I don't remember you complaining about it the other night.
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Her jaw sets, temper rising -- she's not a little girl, she thinks, they were consenting adults and it shouldn't matter, right? It shouldn't matter that it hurt that he saw her like he did all the others; even if she knew differently (maybe he was really that good at faking it). She can deal with that in her own time; he'll never need to know. ]
You deserve better than that and you know it, Mr. Becket. You belong in the cockpit of a jaeger, not in a dirty alleyway.
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Raleigh's quiet for a moment, just looking at her. He really thinks that if she'd asked him to do anything else, literally anything else in the world, he would've done it. Without hesitating, he would have followed her anywhere-- except back into a Jaeger.]
I've already given you my answer, Miss Mori.
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Look around you, Ranger, [ She snaps, her anger evident in the sharp words she levels at him. ] Half of the world lies in ruins, how can you tell me that with a straight face? Pilots are dying all over the world, and the only time you call yourself a Ranger is when you're fucking someone who pays you.
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You get into that cockpit then. [She's been through the Academy, she said so herself. So there's a pilot, right there, all she needs is someone who is compatible with her and there, problem solved.]
Or are you still here because you know that I'm your ticket into one?
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I'm here because we are compatible. You, of all people, know how rare it is to find someone who's compatible. How dare you be crude enough to assume that I'm using you for my own selfish ends?
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[That deserves a slap and he knows it, maybe is bracing himself a little for it. It was more than that, yes, or he likes to think so, she meant something to him that night but neither of them saw that coming when she kissed him and insisted he keep going.
Raleigh doesn't mind so much being used, lots of girls do it, but she can get off that high horse any time.]
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Right now, Mako doesn't know if the man she'd seen, the one who had held her and had been terribly, thoughtfully gentle, the one she knew she had a connection with had been a clever disguise. Can you even fake a connection?
Embarrassed and angry, she blurts out: ] The last thing I wanted to do was use you. But the person that you are now is never going to understand that. [ Then, because Mako is vicious and is out to make him angry, she continues. ] Tell me, what will your brother say if he saw you today? Would he be proud to see that this is how you've carried on without him?
i'm crying rn :C :C
Raleigh knows where that sentence was going, and it's not okay. It's not okay that he made a mistake, made a stupid call and Yancy was still going to try and bail him out of it, and died because of it.
So yeah. He's angry. At his brother, at the kaiju, at her for pushing. She could've just left him alone, that's all Raleigh really wants-- is to be left alone to carry his burdens in peace. He probably would've let the slap go but because of what she said, he's grabbing her wrist, holding it tight.
Mako doesn't have to tell him what Yancy would say. Raleigh's got a little voice in the back of his head that sounds just like Yancy that hasn't shut up for five years.]
A guy has to eat. [That's a shitty excuse and he knows it but his other options including wasting away or working on the wall and he can't imagine Yancy would've liked either of those.] You don't know my brother, you don't get to talk about him at all.
[And part of him wants to push her against the wall and make her stop talking, with his mouth and hands because that's easy, that's something he knows.]
scoops up c:
Raleigh grabs her wrist in a lightning-swift move, and you know, she's not going to stop pushing, because Mako's found that chink in his armour and she's tenacious as a pitbull when pushed to it. She wants to know how to reach him, how to pull him out of this pit of despair he'd resigned himself to. He'd suffered a tragedy no one else endured, but this is war, and Mako can't accept that he'd voluntarily drop out -- it's just not done that way. ]
I watched you both. Every video, every mission. I studied you, even the one in Alaska. [ Yes, she knew about that one, she knew that the two of you wanted to save the world together, that a boat full of fishermen had been saved because of them. ]
Ask yourself and be honest, [ And she's digging in, ruthless, pushing, because she wants him to see. ] what would he say? Nobody just quits being a Ranger --
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So the Marshal had no choice but to kick him out and sometimes, Raleigh thinks their cold leader did him a favor. Like he knew that some part of Raleigh was broken and never going to be fixed and leaving was best for him.
Mako's pushing and pissing him off, and he feels so little these days, not the good or the bad feelings that it burns like a fire. She wants him to see but he wants her to shut up. She can watch whatever the hell she wants, she wasn't there, she has no no idea what it was like--
Raleigh knows of two ways to make someone stop talking. Punch them or kiss them and he picks the latter with her, pushing his mouth against hers, hard, bruising, demanding that she stop talking right now. Can't talk with his tongue in her mouth now can she.]
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She'd intended to push him away, to let her finish, but she knows that he's done with conversation and he's looking for a way to distract her, to make sure she doesn't talk about it -- but oh, she's not so easily thwarted. Mako's not a woman to yield, and so she kisses him back, surging back against him hard and fierce, her hand at the back of his head to hold him in place, because she remembers this.
She remembers how fucking good it feels, how it sparks emotions and feelings and yearning and a connection that she'd been searching for her whole life, the way her heart sings for him, her body wanting to be his. She can't talk, but she sure as hell can make him feel, right? Is it real, what they had before? ]
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But Mako-- oh Mako. She's kissing Raleigh, not the former ranger and he shudders, crowding her against the wall a moment later. Using it to support them both as he leans into her, pushing back for every inch that she pushes him. Nevermind that he literally just finished with another girl, he wants her, he wants to leave the same mark on her that she's leaving on him. He wants her to remember him when she leaves-- Mako makes him competitive but not really in that he wants to beat her, he just wants her to pay attention to him.
It's addicting, so addicting to trade kisses with her, taking a drink of water and still being thirsty, a drowning man suddenly finding air.]
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Mako's arms are looped around his shoulders, and she meets his desperation with equally blinding want. She hasn't stopped thinking about him ever since the other night, always wanted, yearned for another taste of pure, unadulterated connection, her escape into where nothing else matters, where the world isn't breaking down all around them.
She feels him when he shudders, tremors through his body -- Raleigh is still strong, built like a hungry wolf and she has no qualms tugging on his belt, insistent and she doesn't care if he's literally just finished with another girl; they're not done with each other. ]
Please, [ She breathes against his mouth, before her mouth parts under his; he has her attention, he has all of it, and she bites at his bottom lip in challenge, because this? This is dialogue, this is how they communicate without words. ]
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No, this is passion and lust and neither one of them is very happy with the other. She wants him to come back with her and he absolutely refuses to do that and she's so pushy that the only thing he can do is push back.
Raleigh picks her up, his hands firm on her the backs of her thighs, she's tiny compared to him, doesn't weigh anything, it's easy to hold her against the wall, move her legs around his middle. And he hardly stops kissing her either, how about that, even if he does trail away from her mouth to kiss along her jaw, her neck, her collarbone.]
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He's supporting her weight with his strength, and it's both endlessly arousing and terrifying -- Mako, who is so slow to trust, wanting, needing this stranger in all the ways she shouldn't. She leans forward and takes her chance, kissing him hard, fumbling with his belt and undoing the buckle -- she needs him, she needs the rush passion to quell the frustration, to remind him (and herself) of what happened between them that night.
When he breaks the kiss to track his sinfully lovely lips down her jaw, her throat, and downwards, her hands roam, smoothing up his chest, in his hair as she nuzzles against him, baring her throat to him in unmistakable challenge: take her if he dares. ]
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And maybe she needs to be reminded of that.
So he takes her at that silent dare, right there, in the alley, right after some other girl just hopped off, leaving bruises on her, on her hips and neck and he's not sorry. He's not even a little bit sorry, riding the passion and irritation he feels for her for all it's worth.
Even when it's done, he doesn't let go of her immediately, leaves her with a final bruising kiss like do you get it now, Mako?]
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He's alive under her hands, moving and passionate, burning under her encouragement; and Mako's goading him on, challenging him and pushing him further, pleasing him at the same time with her enthusiasm, her stored knowledge of just what he liked and how.
So when it's over, she's still clinging to him, parting her mouth to kiss him back just as fiercely, aggressive and wanting -- he's never an asshole, or a fuck-up, and even if it takes her weeks to convince him to come back, she'll do it. ]
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Raleigh sighs into her mouth, winding the kiss down as he lowers her back to her feet. He's still pissed at her, for being so pushy but he's not about to just drop her and leave her there, freshly fucked and disheveled because at the end of the day-- she's not one of them.
She's not a fly. She's not someone he just uses for money. But what's changed? Nothing, he's not going to come back with her and this is what he does for a living.]
That's fifty bucks you know.
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Tucking her hair back behind her ear, she blinks at those words, before she reaches into her purse for the bill. Of course. Of course -- what had she been thinking? ]
...My offer still stands, Raleigh. We need you.
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Besides that, he doesn't want to talk about that.]
No, you don't. [He replies in a quiet voice.] You can find someone better than me for the job.