[See, he did read it a little wrong, since he assumed largely that she was here, yet again, to try and convince him to come back to the Jaeger program, to push his buttons until he snapped and either yelled at her or caved or both.
Raleigh doesn't move immediately, like a cautious deer caught in the headlights, a man watching her undo the buttons on her shirt and hearing her words and hell. Why not? One last time with them, because she's right. It's something special with them.
He moves after a pause, reaching behind himself to pull his shirt off in one quick motion, dropping it on the couch next to him. That's really all the answer she should need.]
[ He's not wrong, she's just going another way to manipulate him into staying. The way she sees it, there's nothing wrong with using the things you were gifted with for the greater good.
He's still careful, but she's driven nearly to distraction when he takes off his shirt and yes, he's still as gorgeous as she's remembered him to be, definitely no perception bias there. It's endearing, because when he pulls his shirt off, the hair at the back of his head sticks up, and she can't help but get closer to smooth it down, smiling faintly despite herself.
It's the second time he hasn't charged her, but she doesn't bring attention to it -- no, this means that she's right; that he wants this as much as she does. Mako leans up to kiss him, tentative and sweet. She's still inexperienced, but she remembers what he likes, lets him guide her. ]
[She's still not the same girl that kissed him in that motel room a week ago, who was tense and all nerves and who didn't want to admit to anything. But then she's not the Mako that cornered him in an alleyway outside his usual haunt, and yelled at him and who left scratch marks on his back.
She's just Mako, who pulls at his heart and soul whenever she wanders too close. Like pay attention, Raleigh, are you paying attention, this one is different.
He kisses her back softly, following her example even as he leads. Really, really they don't even have to have sex to feel it, the connection, because even just this has his heart going, his head just aching at how close they are, and how he coaxes her mouth open so he can be even closer.]
[ She's just Mako, she's just a woman who's found someone who could be a soulmate, someone she could save the world with -- someone she hadn't known she'd been searching for all her life. And he's here, surrounded by vice and caught in the undertow of his pain.
Mako reaches for him and presses close, assertive and just as passionate, and for these few moments she forgets her agenda and just revels in the feeling of their connection, nebulous and abstract at best, but it's never felt so real. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she tiptoes and feels her heart thrill at the way he leans down to kiss her, when he wants her as much as she wants him. ]
[He hums back at her quietly, he knows. He knows, Mako, she doesn't have to say it because the same thing that she's caught in, is drawing him in too. Like a moth to the flame or a deer to the headlights of the car that's about to hit him.
Raleigh brushes another soft kiss against her lips, as his fingers move between them, finish unbuttoning her shirt and then he's pushing it off her, to join his on the couch or the floor, he doesn't really care. It's gone and that's all that really matters, and he's drawing her in again, kissing her just a little bit harder and deeper this time.]
[ And it's everything she's ever wanted, everything that she's dreamed of and desired, and the passion comes upon them, swift and intense when they're locked in each other, clothes pushed aside and away and all that's left is just them, moving with each other, unconsciously aware of every movement, every thought written on their faces.
Raleigh's not fucking another client, and Mako's not fucking a hooker -- they've found each other in the unlikeliest places, in the worst sort of scenario, and she's holding on tight to him when it's over, breathing hard and sweating, sprawled over his chest. She aches in the sweetest ways still, and she kisses his fingers lightly. ]
[He's so fucked anyway-- not just in the literal sense but in every other meaning of the word too, he realizes that when she lays over him, her hair brushing his chin, her heart beating fast against his own, he's just looking down at her, and knowing that it's going to hurt so much when she leaves.
And she's going to, he knows she can't stay here forever and he can't go back with her.]
I suppose I could take the night off. [He runs his fingers through her hair, arching a little so he can brush a kiss there too.]
[ Mako bides her time, feeling the way he relaxes under her, appreciating the warmth of him. He's incredible, wonderful in so many ways that it makes her ache, and she has to smile. He's taking the night off for her, and she knows what it means.
Leaning into his touch, into his kiss, Mako stifles a soft, longing sigh. Oh, Raleigh. She'll have to ask him again soon, because she needs him with her, she wants him so badly it hurts.
She leans in to press a kiss against his mouth, her heartbeat fluttering against her ribcage. ]
I've never felt anything like this before. Not with anyone else.
[He notices that smile, don't think he doesn't but it just has him smiling back at her, like a mirror. Like he literally cannot control himself around her, he just has to follow her.]
That makes sense. [Raleigh smooths his hand down her back, resting near her hip.]
[ Mako's cheeks are warm at that - for all of her ambition to impress him and make him come back with her, he has to find that out. Admittedly, she hadn't intended for the night to turn out the way it did, but she regrets not a moment.
She's charmed by how he smiles, matching her almost subconsciously, and her fingers drift over his generous mouth, her skin tingling at his touch. She wants more of him, she thinks -- and not just in a sexual way; she wants to be with him, fighting the monsters together, but how can she make him understand? ]
[It'd been pretty obvious, really. He's been with enough girls to tell by now, how many people they've kissed and fucked and maybe that's not really a life skill worth bragging about but it's something. Still, it has surprised him really, how she'd come alive during it, how she didn't let her nerves and her lack of knowledge stop her, how she sought to please him too, reached and touched and kissed and he's going to be carrying memories of her for a long time. That's for sure.
Raleigh nips at her fingers when she gets closer, playfully for the sake of it.]
No, most girls are looking for bragging rights and a 'I went to Alaska and fucked a Becket' sticker.
[ She lets him, her fingers drifting over those soft, sweet lips; Mako has half a mind to ask him if they're this naturally pink always, or if he puts something or other on it. But he most likely doesn't, and it's all the more charming.
She's caught by him, attracted despite best intentions, and it takes effort to focus on what she wants to say. Mako winces, though, at the less-than-graceful bluntness of his words because she knows it's the truth, and a part of her is furious with them and their idiocy, that Raleigh isn't some prize stallion to -- mount, or something.
[She's kind of asked him that before, but this time it's different. She's not really goading him, or it doesn't feel like it. It just feels like he's talking to a friend, someone who understands something of what he's been through and who doesn't see him as a dick and a good time and he'd be a liar if he said he hasn't missed that.
Doesn't seek it out because people bother him but Raleigh Becket really doesn't do very well all on his own.]
I have to eat somehow. What they think doesn't matter.
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Raleigh doesn't move immediately, like a cautious deer caught in the headlights, a man watching her undo the buttons on her shirt and hearing her words and hell. Why not? One last time with them, because she's right. It's something special with them.
He moves after a pause, reaching behind himself to pull his shirt off in one quick motion, dropping it on the couch next to him. That's really all the answer she should need.]
No charge either.
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He's still careful, but she's driven nearly to distraction when he takes off his shirt and yes, he's still as gorgeous as she's remembered him to be, definitely no perception bias there. It's endearing, because when he pulls his shirt off, the hair at the back of his head sticks up, and she can't help but get closer to smooth it down, smiling faintly despite herself.
It's the second time he hasn't charged her, but she doesn't bring attention to it -- no, this means that she's right; that he wants this as much as she does. Mako leans up to kiss him, tentative and sweet. She's still inexperienced, but she remembers what he likes, lets him guide her. ]
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She's just Mako, who pulls at his heart and soul whenever she wanders too close. Like pay attention, Raleigh, are you paying attention, this one is different.
He kisses her back softly, following her example even as he leads. Really, really they don't even have to have sex to feel it, the connection, because even just this has his heart going, his head just aching at how close they are, and how he coaxes her mouth open so he can be even closer.]
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Mako reaches for him and presses close, assertive and just as passionate, and for these few moments she forgets her agenda and just revels in the feeling of their connection, nebulous and abstract at best, but it's never felt so real. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she tiptoes and feels her heart thrill at the way he leans down to kiss her, when he wants her as much as she wants him. ]
Raleigh. [ She breathes, quiet and soft. ]
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Raleigh brushes another soft kiss against her lips, as his fingers move between them, finish unbuttoning her shirt and then he's pushing it off her, to join his on the couch or the floor, he doesn't really care. It's gone and that's all that really matters, and he's drawing her in again, kissing her just a little bit harder and deeper this time.]
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Raleigh's not fucking another client, and Mako's not fucking a hooker -- they've found each other in the unlikeliest places, in the worst sort of scenario, and she's holding on tight to him when it's over, breathing hard and sweating, sprawled over his chest. She aches in the sweetest ways still, and she kisses his fingers lightly. ]
I hope you have nowhere else to be tonight.
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And she's going to, he knows she can't stay here forever and he can't go back with her.]
I suppose I could take the night off. [He runs his fingers through her hair, arching a little so he can brush a kiss there too.]
For you.
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Leaning into his touch, into his kiss, Mako stifles a soft, longing sigh. Oh, Raleigh. She'll have to ask him again soon, because she needs him with her, she wants him so badly it hurts.
She leans in to press a kiss against his mouth, her heartbeat fluttering against her ribcage. ]
I've never felt anything like this before. Not with anyone else.
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That makes sense. [Raleigh smooths his hand down her back, resting near her hip.]
Since I was your first.
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She's charmed by how he smiles, matching her almost subconsciously, and her fingers drift over his generous mouth, her skin tingling at his touch. She wants more of him, she thinks -- and not just in a sexual way; she wants to be with him, fighting the monsters together, but how can she make him understand? ]
I take it that this doesn't happen very often.
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Raleigh nips at her fingers when she gets closer, playfully for the sake of it.]
No, most girls are looking for bragging rights and a 'I went to Alaska and fucked a Becket' sticker.
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She's caught by him, attracted despite best intentions, and it takes effort to focus on what she wants to say. Mako winces, though, at the less-than-graceful bluntness of his words because she knows it's the truth, and a part of her is furious with them and their idiocy, that Raleigh isn't some prize stallion to -- mount, or something.
She frowns. ] Why do you put up with that?
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Doesn't seek it out because people bother him but Raleigh Becket really doesn't do very well all on his own.]
I have to eat somehow. What they think doesn't matter.