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ʀᴀʟᴇɪɢʜ ʙᴇᴄᴋᴇᴛ ([personal profile] raleighs) wrote2013-09-13 08:52 pm
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[personal profile] fissions 2014-03-22 09:27 am (UTC)(link)



[ They move out of the Shatterdome and into an apartment of their own -- it's not so much intentional as it is the next course of action, a natural thing to do. Ever since Pitfall, they've been inseparable, and she's never thought too much of it until Tendo takes her aside the day before they're slated to leave, tells her in no uncertain terms that she ought to let him go if she doesn't feel the same, because Raleigh is a man who's in it for the long haul, who falls in love so deeply and so completely that it would be cruel to keep stringing him along.

Mako said nothing and only nodded, because she hadn't thought of it -- hadn't considered them, and definitely hadn't actually taken the initiative to talk to Raleigh about it. They'd simply fallen into such a comfortable, familiar pattern with each other that not talking about it worked.

And so began making a home for them, Raleigh with his skills and foresight and knowledge of making things with his hands, and with her help, slowly but surely furnished their bare apartment into something much more livable, with furniture and counters and a bed and all necessary plumbing and appliances.

Finally, the Becket-Mori household of two.

It's a week after all this had gone on, six months in total that Mako thinks hard about this again -- about the depth of their relationship, and where they would be going with each other. She's twenty three today, still young with a whole road ahead of her, would she be happy living out her entire life with this man? It means seventy, eighty years if they're lucky, and it's a heavy commitment to make.

She's awake in the early hours of the morning, when the light is just shining over the horizon and lightening the sky, and Mako gets to study the way he sleeps beside her, on his side facing her, features relaxed and peaceful in repose. He's beautiful, with lovely thick lashes and a soft mouth and incredible cheekbones -- but beauty isn't a deciding factor in making a lifelong commitment. Loving someone is different from wanting to spend all your years with them; the difference is subtle, but it's there, and now more than ever, she ruminates on Tendo's words.

Mako wavers, thinks long, thinks hard - to keep him, or let him go? She doesn't get her answer easily, and she shifts closer to admire him, her knuckles brushing over his cheek before tracing lightly over his features. ]
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[personal profile] fissions 2014-03-23 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's the moment when his eyes open, when there's the flash of blue underneath lovely gold eyelashes, when she catches a glimpse of his soul, of a sleep-fogged affection that is so true, so earnest that it makes her breath catch in her throat.

It's a perfect moment, and she wishes she could have a picture of it, forever and always. They haven't talked about it, about their future together -- but a part of her had always known; that there's no one else but him, no one else that could complete her except for him.

Tendo's words ring in her ears, in her heart, because don't be cruel, Mako, and she knows that she could never bear to have him leave. She settles for cupping his face and giving him a slow, deliberate, thorough kiss, trying to find her answer in the shape of his mouth and the touch of his tongue, in the sweetness of the morning before their day starts and everything else starts to crowd out her thoughts.

She pulls away eventually, licking her lips briefly. ]


I was just thinking about something.
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[personal profile] fissions 2014-03-24 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)
I should say that about you.

[ Mako teases back, because his smile lights up her day and she knows it now -- she could see the happiness, pure and breath-taking, and he's changed so much since she'd first met him at the bar years ago, when he'd thought she had been a client and Mako had done nothing to dispel that misconception.

And here they are now, sharing the same bed, each such a large part of the other's life that it's impossible to extricate either one of them from it. She cups his face, leaning in to press her forehead against his. ]


I was thinking about how blue your eyes are. Or how your lips seem to be so naturally pink always. [ She leans to kiss his mole, that adorable one above his upper lip. ] You could put many women to shame.
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[personal profile] fissions 2014-03-26 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, he's so thoughtful. Mako's happily accommodating, because she'd accommodate anything if it means that she's got an easier time of kissing him senseless.

Her thumb gently smooths over his bottom lip, and not for the first time, she thinks that she's the luckiest woman in the world -- there would be so many who would kill to have him look at them the way he looks at her, so many who would want to be kissed by him. And here he is, in her bed, in her arms.

She smiles, before she gently coaxes his lips apart and gives him an openly sensuous, wonderfully french kiss, her tongue in his mouth and exploring him for a good few moments. Pulling out, she murmurs. ]


Luck, and reputation. Thankfully, I'm your very last customer.
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[personal profile] fissions 2014-03-29 09:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ ...Yes, well. If they had to count that all those times, the amount she'd owe him would be in the cushy seven digits. Mako sighs, contented and happy, delight and warmth evident in the way she looks at him. He's happy, very much so, and Mako runs her fingers up and down his side, tracing over the lines of his body, the curve of muscle, lean and powerful.

She's considering Tendo's words again, and she looks back at him, contemplative and hesitant. She's never asked this -- never thought that she needed to, but there are some things that ought to be spoken out loud. So she asks him the one thing lovers have always asked each other: ]


Do you... love me?
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[personal profile] fissions 2014-03-31 12:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Mako doesn't smile at that, because she has to know, because some things are better when spoken instead of known. Her fingers trace over his scars, old and new -- he's her hero even if he thinks otherwise, he's been through so much, and yet he still gives without complaint. Raleigh is a neat package of complications under a simple exterior, and her thumb lightly strokes over one of the newer scars, smoothing over the raised flesh.

She wears some of them herself, knows how sensitive it can be. Mako is quiet as she contemplates this simple, profound truth. Does she love him? How does she define it? ]


I don't know what it's supposed to mean. [ It's nebulous, undefinable and all-encompassing, and is she doing this right? Does she love him? ]
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[personal profile] fissions 2014-04-06 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ How best to say this? She's sure that there isn't any easy way to start this conversation, especially when she'd been mulling over it for the longest time.

Brushing her fingers over a particularly nasty one that narrowly skirts a nipple, Mako finally says, ]


I was wondering if I loved you. Someone told me that if I didn't, I should let you go.
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[personal profile] fissions 2014-04-09 01:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her hand stills in his, and she stops to look at him, bereft of her distraction. It's only when she looks into his eyes that she gains more of an awareness, an understanding, perhaps. She doesn't want to be without him; he's so much a part of her that she doesn't know what to do with it.

It should terrify her, but it doesn't.

She breathes. ]
I don't know. But no, I'm not. [ The thought of sending him away makes her tighten her fingers on his. She leans closer, hesitant. ] I don't want to let you go.