[Raleigh has a lot more vested interest in getting her shirt off than he does in sparring with her, honestly. He's never actually spared with anyone that wasn't his brother since they got here because there wasn't much of a point in doing that since it was pretty clear that the Beckets went together. If they were going to make it, then they were going to make it joined at the hip and nothing else.
He doesn't answer right away because he's slipping his fingers under her shirt and tugging at it and that takes a lot of his concentration apparently.]
[ She doesn't want to be drift compatible with him ( ew, seriously, no thanks, mate )-- she's already got her old man for that. What she needs is to beat the tar out of Raleigh Becket, because he's crawled under her skin and she doesn't know the first thing about digging him out.
Chuck's not ashamed over her body. She's never gotten laid before and it's really not something she wants to happen because the drift is tricky and something as big as punching her v-card is bound to wind it's way to her father. But she's never understood the need to be shy. A body is a body, get over it.
She loses the shirt, because the sports bra underneath is far more comfortable when they're like this. She's seen some of the frilly things that the other girls like to use and she always rolls her eyes. Nobody's going to see your knickers when you're in a drivesuit, what's the bloody point.
She leans back down and catches his lower lip, the smug smile in her eyes when she presses her open palms on his chest. ] You're a funny guy, Ray. Beat me? That's a laugh.
[Her dad has nothing on his brother when it comes to sex coming out during the Drift. Because Herc would probably not want to talk about it and Yancy would. He'd give Raleigh all kinds of shit and then probably start critiquing his performance and bro, don't make that noise, you sound like you're dying and holy shit you're the worst brother ever, Yance.
Raleigh's eyes drop down towards her chest, almost like a reflex before he looks back up at her with a smile bordering on being a smirk.]
I wouldn't go easy on you just because you're a girl, Charlotte.
[ And that? That gets your dog tags yanked, Becket. ] I told you not to call me that.
[ When Chuck kisses, it's finesse tossed aside in favor of the rush. It's teeth and tongue and her body pressed up against Raleigh's because he's got fine, fine form, she'll give him that.
Her hands skim down to slip under his shirt, her thumb tracing the dip of muscle beneath the skin. ] So, yeah? The Kwoon, tomorrow afternoon? [ Her teeth catch on his lower lip, as if to punctuate a point. ] I'm sure your brother can spare you for twenty minutes.
[Holy shit, it is not fair how hot it is when she yanks on his dog tags. There should be laws against that kind of thing, no pulling him around by his dog tags because it gets him all flustered and ready to go and it so does not help when she kisses him like that.
Raleigh arches up to kiss her again at the same time he moves to help her take his shirt off, breaking to finish pulling it off his body and to say:]
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you need to shush this is great
He doesn't answer right away because he's slipping his fingers under her shirt and tugging at it and that takes a lot of his concentration apparently.]
Why? So you can lose?
because ilu and idk what i am doing anymore
Chuck's not ashamed over her body. She's never gotten laid before and it's really not something she wants to happen because the drift is tricky and something as big as punching her v-card is bound to wind it's way to her father. But she's never understood the need to be shy. A body is a body, get over it.
She loses the shirt, because the sports bra underneath is far more comfortable when they're like this. She's seen some of the frilly things that the other girls like to use and she always rolls her eyes. Nobody's going to see your knickers when you're in a drivesuit, what's the bloody point.
She leans back down and catches his lower lip, the smug smile in her eyes when she presses her open palms on his chest. ] You're a funny guy, Ray. Beat me? That's a laugh.
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Raleigh's eyes drop down towards her chest, almost like a reflex before he looks back up at her with a smile bordering on being a smirk.]
I wouldn't go easy on you just because you're a girl, Charlotte.
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[ When Chuck kisses, it's finesse tossed aside in favor of the rush. It's teeth and tongue and her body pressed up against Raleigh's because he's got fine, fine form, she'll give him that.
Her hands skim down to slip under his shirt, her thumb tracing the dip of muscle beneath the skin. ] So, yeah? The Kwoon, tomorrow afternoon? [ Her teeth catch on his lower lip, as if to punctuate a point. ] I'm sure your brother can spare you for twenty minutes.
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Raleigh arches up to kiss her again at the same time he moves to help her take his shirt off, breaking to finish pulling it off his body and to say:]
You're going to get your ass kicked, Hansen.