[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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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.