[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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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.