[This time, Raleigh is shaking her hand, because that's as close to shaking her as he's ever going to get, he'd never actually shake her but Mako, Mako Mako, what does he have to say to make her believe it. Really believe it that that woman doesn't mean anything to him, that she doesn't come anywhere close to the wonderful woman he calls his wife.]
Sorry but-- Mako think about it. She is so tactless and stupid that she came up to you, when she knows we're married and started saying that shit... that's pathetic, really. And don't even get me started on how you're so much hotter than her. Like, really.
[ ...Mako's silent, because she's really thinking about it -- and most of the time, Raleigh says very sensible things. This time is no different. He's shaking her hand, and she's curling her fingers tighter around it in absent response, reacting to him, to the one she's married and trying to hold on to.
Except she doesn't need to, right? He's laying all out on her, and she gives him a cautious smile -- really, she's never like this; but tonight's done a number on her and Mako needs this, from time to time. ]
[He knows she's never like this. It's usually him that is convinced that she is too good for him and could and will easily find someone better because what girl really wants a former washed up ranger with a bum shoulder and a hole the shape of his brother in his soul.
It's why he doesn't mind telling it to her straight. Why he can't do anything but be pissed at Amanda for talking to her at all.]
Do you need a reminder already? After last night? And this morning?
I am jealous, Raleigh. And selfish. [ Mako's brows knit, because that's not helping, Raleigh! At least, not much -- she's remembering it, the way he reserves all his passion for her, the way he sees no one else but her. ]
Possessive, too. I don't like knowing that anyone's had you before. [ She's reaching out and tugging him over by his silk tie. ]
[He gets that. He really does. Before they really talked about it (read: kissed for the first time), Raleigh just assumed that she'd done some stuff but to find out that she hadn't done anything. Well. Minus the ten minutes where it made him feel like a creepy old pervert, he liked it, because she's his.
She's his, she's his, she's his, she's been his ever since she took him down in the kwoon and his heart and his head were set on her. This one this one this one, we want this one.
Raleigh can't undo what's happened, stop himself from being a horny teenager with a Jaeger and the world at his feet and willing women there too, but he can do better in the future. Right, Mako? He only has eyes for her, how could he look at someone else when his wife is the best person he knows.
He smiles at her, leaning over the center console to kiss her, good and firm and is that enough of a reminder, Mako.]
[ And Mako wants the same, even if she knows that it isn't possible -- and it shouldn't matter because she has him now. Raleigh is her first in so many things, her first kiss, the person she's lost her virginity to, and she knows how much he likes the idea of that because she can see it in his eyes, sense it in his thoughts.
She wants that too, to be his everything -- but this? The way he's looking at her right now, the way he kisses her, makes her toes curl and her shoulders relax, pleasure warm in the pit of her stomach. She pulls him close, closer, careful not to make it too awkward for him because he's built like a bear and the car is only so big. ]
Get in the backseat.
this is either before the valentine's thread or a different au
[Oh Mako. Mako Mako, she is his everything, his entire world, the sun and moon and stars. It's kind of awkward to kiss her like this, the front seats of their car isn't really built for that and the arm rest gets in his way but doesn't that say everything, Mako. That he loves her so much that he'd still give her the awkward, neck bending kisses just because she asked him to.
He won't climb into the backseat without getting out of the car first, but he'll press two, three, four kisses to her lips before he pulls away, grinning at her.]
You know. I've never actually done it in a car before.
[ Mako grins at him before she slips between them. She's tiny enough to squirm to the back without opening the door, his kisses sweet and warm on her mouth. ]
Good. Neither have I. [ And the knowledge fills her with a fierce, possessive pleasure, when she unzips her dress and shrugs the straps off her shoulders, beckoning him with a crook of her finger. ]
[See Mako. He's done some shit, he knows that and she's not his first (or even his second or fifth) and maybe he spent a weekend in Mexico with a ginger big boobed girl when he was nineteen but he has never done it in the backseat of a car.
That's all for you, baby.
Raleigh watches her climb over the backseat for a second before he gets out to join her, pulling at the tie around his neck as he closes the door behind him. Thank God she's not still mad at him, that's what he really cares about but that doesn't mean he's not going to scoot right over to her and kiss her again, and it's not going to stop him from teasing her a little either.]
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[This time, Raleigh is shaking her hand, because that's as close to shaking her as he's ever going to get, he'd never actually shake her but Mako, Mako Mako, what does he have to say to make her believe it. Really believe it that that woman doesn't mean anything to him, that she doesn't come anywhere close to the wonderful woman he calls his wife.]
Sorry but-- Mako think about it. She is so tactless and stupid that she came up to you, when she knows we're married and started saying that shit... that's pathetic, really. And don't even get me started on how you're so much hotter than her. Like, really.
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Except she doesn't need to, right? He's laying all out on her, and she gives him a cautious smile -- really, she's never like this; but tonight's done a number on her and Mako needs this, from time to time. ]
...Do you really mean that?
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It's why he doesn't mind telling it to her straight. Why he can't do anything but be pissed at Amanda for talking to her at all.]
Do you need a reminder already? After last night? And this morning?
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Possessive, too. I don't like knowing that anyone's had you before. [ She's reaching out and tugging him over by his silk tie. ]
Remind me that you're mine.
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She's his, she's his, she's his, she's been his ever since she took him down in the kwoon and his heart and his head were set on her. This one this one this one, we want this one.
Raleigh can't undo what's happened, stop himself from being a horny teenager with a Jaeger and the world at his feet and willing women there too, but he can do better in the future. Right, Mako? He only has eyes for her, how could he look at someone else when his wife is the best person he knows.
He smiles at her, leaning over the center console to kiss her, good and firm and is that enough of a reminder, Mako.]
I'm all yours. Always, always.
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She wants that too, to be his everything -- but this? The way he's looking at her right now, the way he kisses her, makes her toes curl and her shoulders relax, pleasure warm in the pit of her stomach. She pulls him close, closer, careful not to make it too awkward for him because he's built like a bear and the car is only so big. ]
Get in the backseat.
this is either before the valentine's thread or a different au
He won't climb into the backseat without getting out of the car first, but he'll press two, three, four kisses to her lips before he pulls away, grinning at her.]
You know. I've never actually done it in a car before.
another au!
Good. Neither have I. [ And the knowledge fills her with a fierce, possessive pleasure, when she unzips her dress and shrugs the straps off her shoulders, beckoning him with a crook of her finger. ]
Come here, Raleigh.
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That's all for you, baby.
Raleigh watches her climb over the backseat for a second before he gets out to join her, pulling at the tie around his neck as he closes the door behind him. Thank God she's not still mad at him, that's what he really cares about but that doesn't mean he's not going to scoot right over to her and kiss her again, and it's not going to stop him from teasing her a little either.]
Promise you'll be gentle with me.