[Maybe it was a bad idea to celebrate the end of their press tour (that lasted for six months he might add) with a bottle of sake split between the two of them. Because he's not really sure about her but he's a chronic lightweight and splitting a bottle of anything with him is a bad idea.
Especially since like-- he's a handsy drunk. You wouldn't think that, just looking at him, but he hasn't stopped touching Mako since that first shot, her hair, her shoulder, her hand, her hip. They haven't got anywhere to be the next day and they're tangled up on the bed together and it's just.. easy.
And he's singing and he's so embarrassing, if she was smart, she'd drop him like a sack of kaiju shit and never speak to him again. It starts off fine, just a silly pop song that she actually put in his head during one of their first Drifts, and then it changes-- into Brel. Who only sings in French by the way.
So that's Raleigh Becket, singing French love songs from the 1950s at his lady love. Deal with it.]
[ He's singing and it's embarrassing but it's adorable and she never knew he could sing in French??? Mako could generally drink a good few people under the table but when you share not one, but two bottles with a featherweight (you're not even approaching lightweight, Raleigh Becket) because she'd overestimated his capabilities, you tend to get a little tipsy.
And like being touched and cuddled. A lot. Raleigh is handsy in all the ways that make her cuddle up to him, and Mako Mori is generally quite happy when inebriated, on the occasion pressing her nose to his neck, tangling them together comfortably.
Pop song to a French one he hasn't heard before, and her quiet laughter fades, becomes something else because she's caught, watching the way his lips frame those words, the foreign words that come tumbling out, lilting and clear.
[It takes him a minute but Raleigh eventually catches on that she's just staring at his mouth and what? What's that look for? The song dies in his throat and he's not sure if he should be self conscious or smile at her or what here.]
[ Raleigh doesn't know what to do with his mouth? Let Mako take care of that, baby, because she's dragging him to her by his shirt collar and kissing him.
French, she decides, is unspeakably sexy -- moreso when Raleigh's the one speaking/singing it. ]
[Totally not going to say no to kisses, even if Raleigh has no idea what's made her surge up to kiss him but he's not really going to put a hand on her shoulder and push her back and make her explain it. He's not that stupid. He's pretty stupid, to be fair and pretty drunk but he's definitely not dumb enough to do anything but kiss her back. Kinda sloppy and ridiculous, but that's Raleigh isn't it, and whatever he lacks in finesse he makes up for in enthusiasm and he's exploring her mouth like he's looking for gold.]
[ YOU'RE NOT A GOLD DIGGER RALEIGH WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.
But here, here are makeout kisses, proper ones where Mako just lets him know what she likes, and she likes when his tongue is in her mouth and he tastes like him and sake and it's delicious.
He's enthusiastic, passionate, and she smiles against his mouth before she ends the kiss, musing. ]
[No, Raleigh knows what she likes, he's just that graceful when he's drunk. Guaranteed if he were to try and get up right now, he'd fall right down on his ass. But he doesn't have to do that right now, so everyone wins.]
You didn't know I spoke Japanese either. [He points out to her... in Japanese.]
[ Fair enough. She laughs quietly, nuzzling his nose when he speaks in her language. It's sexy, and she cuddles up with him, lazy and contented and basking in his presence. ]
No, I didn't. [ She responds similarly, and thinks that she could spend a whole day listening to him speak her language, too. ]
Your mother? [ Because Becket is not a French name. ]
[ You are seriously so stupid sometimes, Becket. Just. So. Stupid. But an adorable kind of stupid so there's that. Mako just smiles and cups his face to kiss him because there's a part of her that's glad that he's not the type to pick up languages to impress girls.
It impresses her, and she laps lightly at his lips to get the taste of sake from them. She might also be trying not to blush because dammit, Raleigh. You don't just say things like that to a girl. ]
[ ... HOW IS THAT FIXING WHEN SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT HE'S SAYIng?
But it sounds sexy; Raleigh could be reading from a phone book in French and it'd still be unspeakably hot and this is Mako rolls them both over, pinning him beneath her. He's sweet, and to be honest it doesn't take very many educated guesses to tell what he's possibly saying.
She's smiling, cheeks flushed pink, his kiss warm on her palm before she cups his face and leans down to kiss him, slow and sweet and deliberate.
Ridiculous, wonderful boy. She smiles against his mouth. ] You're not so bad yourself.
Really, Raleigh does not understand why speaking in French is so hot. Probably because it's something that he associates with his mom and he's not.. thinking about Mako and his mom in the same way, but he's not going to complain about Mako straddling him at all. Nope, that's the most awesome thing ever.
Raleigh runs his hands along her back, curling around her hips and thighs and he seriously can't pick a spot that he wants to settle on so maybe he'll just touch everything.]
The last thing Raleigh should be thinking about, really, when a girl is straddling his waist in bed is his mother. Not for her sake, but for his. Because there is a time and place for thinking about your parents and doing that while making out with your girlfriend is not one of them.
Mako is graceful as a cat, openly enjoying the way Raleigh just decides to touch everything while she toys with his dogtags, the metal pieces warm from being against his skin for the longest time. She's grinning, before she stifles a quiet laugh against his shoulder, teasing. ]
[Raleigh can't explain it but Mako tugging at his dog tags is like, one of the hottest things he's ever experienced and this half moan half groan comes out of his mouth and he can't really kiss her from this angle but he can fiddle with her bra clasp through her shirt.
[ Oh, it makes her skin tingle because she knows exactly what he's doing, and oh, well. That's interesting. She plays with his dog tags, raising her head so she can tug him up with said tags for a kiss.
It's like having her very own leash, or something, and she likes that he finds it hot, because she's never quite heard him make a sound like that. ]
Says me, [ she agrees, nipping at his bottom lip and guiding his hand from her bra clasp over her shirt to the base of her spine under it -- better to be touching skin, yeah? ] and you like it when I play with your tags, don't you?
Yeah. [SHE IS TAKING ADVANTAGE OF HIM WHILE HE'S DRUNK.
Skin is better and to be honest, Raleigh has lost a lot of fine motor skill by this point in the night so if she's looking for anything with finesse, she's come to the wrong drunk half French horny boy.
But goddamn is he making a valiant effort at getting her shirt off.
He also is mixing up his languages in his head, because when he adds more, it's just all in French. He barely even knows what he's saying, something about how she can lead him around by his dog tags any time and he'll be her little French poodle if she wants.]
Mako's just squirming against him because seriously which is the correct drunk half French horny boy in a situation like this? Anyway, she's not looking for finesse, although it might be also partly be because she generally has nothing to compare it to. What constitutes as finesse at a time like this? Barry White and a Chianti?
And then Raleigh's babbling in French, and she's smiling quietly because what the hell are you talking about, boy? ...Also it's really sexy that he's speaking in French. She's leaning over him then, gently catching his hands and pinning them to the pillow on either side of his head, her shirt tossed -- well, somewhere. Black bra, no lace, and if Mako's embarrassed by it she's not letting on. ]
Translations. [ She reminds him helpfully, fingers threading with his to keep his hands pinned under hers. ]
Well, how in the world did he end up here, pinned down by her entirely, because she's got her weight settled on his hips and her hands holding his arms above his head and he could break free if he really wanted except that it's even hotter than having his dog tags pulled on because he likes it when she pins him down-- but he's kind of more distracted by her bra.
He's seen it before he is still transfixed by it like a deer and headlights.
When she speaks, that seems to remind him that she's a real person and that they're doing stuff because he looks up at her and shrugs-- as best he can.]
[ ...Honestly. It's just a bra. Mako catches him practically gaping at it, and it's like he hasn't seen it before, or something. A part of her flushes at the way he's staring, but the bolder part of her only tightens her hold on his hands.
Sure, he'd be able to break free if he wanted, but somehow she doubts that he really intends to do anything like this -- not when he looks like she'd discovered one of Those Things that he likes. Dogtags and pinning; she'll remember that.
She leans down, giving him a generous view of her bosom. Yeah, she wants something, and that is -- ] Try to remember.
[ No such thing as you 'forgot', and they both know it. ]
[It's not just a bra. It's Mako's bra and that makes all the difference in the world.
What the hell is she even saying to him and why is she talking instead of kissing him? Answer him that, Mako because that seems like a way better use of their time right now.
She leans down and she's close enough that he can arch his head off the pillow and catch her lip with his teeth. So what now, Mako Mori? What now?]
[ Oh, kissing. They're jumping to the kissing and the horny half-french boy is doing that thing she really, really likes with his teeth and her lip and that move makes the tiniest noise come out of her before she's kissing the fuck out of him.
What now? She's going to kiss you stupid, Raleigh Becket, and there will be hell to pay. She's pushing him back down on the pillow, releasing his hands at the same time so that hers can find purchase of his shoulders, and she eventually ends the kiss, taking a much needed breath, a wicked little smirk tugging at the side of her mouth. ] ...Nice trick.
Raleigh grins against her mouth, when she makes that noise because it means that he affects her too, that he's not the only one totally and completely wrecked. He might be a horny half French boy but she's a randy Japanese girl. She releases his hands and he reaches up to run his fingers through her hair, giving himself something to hold on to when he kisses her.]
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Especially since like-- he's a handsy drunk. You wouldn't think that, just looking at him, but he hasn't stopped touching Mako since that first shot, her hair, her shoulder, her hand, her hip. They haven't got anywhere to be the next day and they're tangled up on the bed together and it's just.. easy.
And he's singing and he's so embarrassing, if she was smart, she'd drop him like a sack of kaiju shit and never speak to him again. It starts off fine, just a silly pop song that she actually put in his head during one of their first Drifts, and then it changes-- into Brel. Who only sings in French by the way.
So that's Raleigh Becket, singing French love songs from the 1950s at his lady love. Deal with it.]
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And like being touched and cuddled. A lot. Raleigh is handsy in all the ways that make her cuddle up to him, and Mako Mori is generally quite happy when inebriated, on the occasion pressing her nose to his neck, tangling them together comfortably.
Pop song to a French one he hasn't heard before, and her quiet laughter fades, becomes something else because she's caught, watching the way his lips frame those words, the foreign words that come tumbling out, lilting and clear.
...She's definitely keeping this one. ]
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What?
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French, she decides, is unspeakably sexy -- moreso when Raleigh's the one speaking/singing it. ]
omg i can't even do make outs decently
THIS IS HILARIOUS I LOVE IT
But here, here are makeout kisses, proper ones where Mako just lets him know what she likes, and she likes when his tongue is in her mouth and he tastes like him and sake and it's delicious.
He's enthusiastic, passionate, and she smiles against his mouth before she ends the kiss, musing. ]
I never knew you spoke French.
aksjfdaf omg no it's embarrassing
You didn't know I spoke Japanese either. [He points out to her... in Japanese.]
I'm half French though. Actually.
this is so the cutest i swear
No, I didn't. [ She responds similarly, and thinks that she could spend a whole day listening to him speak her language, too. ]
Your mother? [ Because Becket is not a French name. ]
stupid babies
[No, she's right and Becket is the least French name ever. Well, maybe Mori is less French since it's... Japanese.]
And I picked up languages everywhere we went. Didn't think it would make a pretty girl kiss me.
[That's because you're really stupid sometimes, Becket.]
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It impresses her, and she laps lightly at his lips to get the taste of sake from them. She might also be trying not to blush because dammit, Raleigh. You don't just say things like that to a girl. ]
You're ridiculous.
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Also why can't he say that to her. She's pretty and she's kissing him, let him speak the truth, Mako, stop trying to restrain him.]
What? Why?
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She makes a soft noise, her eyes softening, her hand resting on his cheek. ] Because you're the first person I've ever heard say that.
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Raleigh decides to fix that by turning his head so he can kiss her palm and then proceed to tell her that she's pretty again.
But this time in French.]
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But it sounds sexy; Raleigh could be reading from a phone book in French and it'd still be unspeakably hot and this is Mako rolls them both over, pinning him beneath her. He's sweet, and to be honest it doesn't take very many educated guesses to tell what he's possibly saying.
She's smiling, cheeks flushed pink, his kiss warm on her palm before she cups his face and leans down to kiss him, slow and sweet and deliberate.
Ridiculous, wonderful boy. She smiles against his mouth. ] You're not so bad yourself.
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Really, Raleigh does not understand why speaking in French is so hot. Probably because it's something that he associates with his mom and he's not.. thinking about Mako and his mom in the same way, but he's not going to complain about Mako straddling him at all. Nope, that's the most awesome thing ever.
Raleigh runs his hands along her back, curling around her hips and thighs and he seriously can't pick a spot that he wants to settle on so maybe he'll just touch everything.]
No Mako, I'm handsome.
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The last thing Raleigh should be thinking about, really, when a girl is straddling his waist in bed is his mother. Not for her sake, but for his. Because there is a time and place for thinking about your parents and doing that while making out with your girlfriend is not one of them.
Mako is graceful as a cat, openly enjoying the way Raleigh just decides to touch everything while she toys with his dogtags, the metal pieces warm from being against his skin for the longest time. She's grinning, before she stifles a quiet laugh against his shoulder, teasing. ]
Says who?
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So he does that.]
Says you.
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It's like having her very own leash, or something, and she likes that he finds it hot, because she's never quite heard him make a sound like that. ]
Says me, [ she agrees, nipping at his bottom lip and guiding his hand from her bra clasp over her shirt to the base of her spine under it -- better to be touching skin, yeah? ] and you like it when I play with your tags, don't you?
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Skin is better and to be honest, Raleigh has lost a lot of fine motor skill by this point in the night so if she's looking for anything with finesse, she's come to the wrong drunk half French horny boy.
But goddamn is he making a valiant effort at getting her shirt off.
He also is mixing up his languages in his head, because when he adds more, it's just all in French. He barely even knows what he's saying, something about how she can lead him around by his dog tags any time and he'll be her little French poodle if she wants.]
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Mako's just squirming against him because seriously which is the correct drunk half French horny boy in a situation like this? Anyway, she's not looking for finesse, although it might be also partly be because she generally has nothing to compare it to. What constitutes as finesse at a time like this? Barry White and a Chianti?
And then Raleigh's babbling in French, and she's smiling quietly because what the hell are you talking about, boy? ...Also it's really sexy that he's speaking in French. She's leaning over him then, gently catching his hands and pinning them to the pillow on either side of his head, her shirt tossed -- well, somewhere. Black bra, no lace, and if Mako's embarrassed by it she's not letting on. ]
Translations. [ She reminds him helpfully, fingers threading with his to keep his hands pinned under hers. ]
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Well, how in the world did he end up here, pinned down by her entirely, because she's got her weight settled on his hips and her hands holding his arms above his head and he could break free if he really wanted except that it's even hotter than having his dog tags pulled on because he likes it when she pins him down-- but he's kind of more distracted by her bra.
He's seen it before he is still transfixed by it like a deer and headlights.
When she speaks, that seems to remind him that she's a real person and that they're doing stuff because he looks up at her and shrugs-- as best he can.]
I forgot.
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Sure, he'd be able to break free if he wanted, but somehow she doubts that he really intends to do anything like this -- not when he looks like she'd discovered one of Those Things that he likes. Dogtags and pinning; she'll remember that.
She leans down, giving him a generous view of her bosom. Yeah, she wants something, and that is -- ] Try to remember.
[ No such thing as you 'forgot', and they both know it. ]
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What the hell is she even saying to him and why is she talking instead of kissing him? Answer him that, Mako because that seems like a way better use of their time right now.
She leans down and she's close enough that he can arch his head off the pillow and catch her lip with his teeth. So what now, Mako Mori? What now?]
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What now? She's going to kiss you stupid, Raleigh Becket, and there will be hell to pay. She's pushing him back down on the pillow, releasing his hands at the same time so that hers can find purchase of his shoulders, and she eventually ends the kiss, taking a much needed breath, a wicked little smirk tugging at the side of her mouth. ] ...Nice trick.
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Raleigh grins against her mouth, when she makes that noise because it means that he affects her too, that he's not the only one totally and completely wrecked. He might be a horny half French boy but she's a randy Japanese girl. She releases his hands and he reaches up to run his fingers through her hair, giving himself something to hold on to when he kisses her.]
I dunno what you mean.
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