[ she's a little less all caught up in their kiss as raleigh is, if a little less caught up meant that she had the mental capacity to close the door (but not lock it) and maneuver them through her apartment so that only the back of her knees and shins collided with coffee tables and door jams, and that only she stepped on max's drool slathered. and she might have a bruise from colliding with the doorknob, but she also has his fingers tangled in her hair, and she gets to have her hands running over his chest, his shoulders, his neck. she can finally map out the cut of his jaw with her hand, and chuck resolves to map it again with her mouth once they finally tire of teasing each others tongues and licking along each other's teeth.
he has what's left of her lipstick smeared across his mouth, and they both still kind of smell like italian food and soda, but it's strangely...sexy? it's something, and she almost doesn't know what to do with it, to do with him, but he goes easily onto her bed and she comes easily down with him. there's little grace involved in straddling his thighs, and she nearly knees him in the crotch because she was trying to unbuckle her shoes at the same time. but crisis averted, chuck can settle in his lap and kiss him hard, deep, fast for a few more seconds before leaning back for air. ]
I hope you don't think, [ she pants, all pasta sauce and hazy eyes. ] That just because we're in my bed, that we're going to fuck.
[Kneeing him in the crotch would be a sure way to end this evening. Little Raleigh thanks her knees for staying the hell away from him. While Raleigh the Man slides his hands up her back, laughing breathlessly at her and that accusation and does he look like a creep who expects sex on the first date?
Don't answer that.
His fingers tangle in her hair again, directing her close so he can nip at the side of her neck.]
I didn't bring anything anyway. [You know, like protection. Because he really was going to be a gentleman tonight.]
[ if he's talking about condoms, she has a mess of them in her bedside table, and probably a few more in the box under her bed (old ones from her early teens, nestled along with her mother's wedding band, some baby pictures, and a gun because she is the classiest of classy ladies). but she doesn't tell raleigh any of that because of precedent, and because it'd be cruel and teasing to say 'oh I have a lot of condoms and we're in my bedroom but we still can't have sex haha'. and after narrowly avoiding the knee-to-crotch escapade, she's not really keen on chancing ruining the mood again. not when he's so sweetly kissing at her neck.
his fingers catch on a few snaggles in her hair and chuck makes a low, breathy sound as she tips up her head so he has better access to her throat. ]
I'm not going to blow you, either, [ she breathes at the ceiling. ]
Did I ask you to? [Raleigh retorts and bites at her neck harder like it's a punishment or something. Which really makes no sense because he'd actually like her to blow him-- someday.]
Someone's got a one track mind. Haven't you ever just-- [Hang on, he needs to worry her skin between his teeth.] made out?
...what? who just makes out? there's making out that leads to sex, making out that leads to blowjobs and/or handjobs, and then making out that leads to a few choice words and generally blue balls and tense relations. there's never really ever been making out that just...stays making out in her experience. (maybe she's only ever been making out with the wrong people...) ]
No? [ which was supposed to be a statement but comes out a lot more like a question than she mean it to. that's his fault. his and his distracting mouth that causes goosebumps to rocket up her arms. damn him. ] I mean, not usually.
Raleigh just holds his mouth against her neck for a moment, thinking about that and then he smiles after a moment. Like it's a personal challenge to him now. Never just made out with someone, huh. He likes sex, don't get him wrong, but sometimes he likes just kissing and not expecting anything.
He starts up the side of her neck, leaving a trail of kisses like breadcrumbs until he gets back to her mouth and the way he kisses her, it's slow. It's quiet and taking his time and just do it like this for tonight, Chuck.]
...well, chuck doesn't really know and doesn't really have a lot to compare it to, because while she's had plenty of people kissing at her neck, nibbling on her ears and bumping noses with hers before, it all somehow manages to feel different with raleigh becket. different. better? maybe, the jury is out because she's still held in suspense and confused about this no expectations stuff. part of her is waiting for him to do a 180 and change his mind, and another part of her is enjoying the intense goose bumps crawling up her back.
the kiss he plants on her mouth is... soft. dry. adoring, but innocent and, dare she call it, chaste. it's loving, but they're too early in dating to think that, and that's not the word chuck is going to apply to it even in her head. she's just going to tip her head back, encourage him to nip at her pulse again, and close her eyes. ] You kiss all the girls like this? [ she drawls, garbled with preoccupation and want. ]
[The truth is-- no. Not since high school. Because he hasn't been with anyone he's been that serious about since then and one night stands and quick flings don't really lend a lot of time to just making out with a girl and worshiping her neck just for the sake of doing it.
It's way too early to throw the love word around but in the same vein of honesty, he already knows that he's starting to fall for her.]
Maybe just don't answer, [ she hums, and then dissolves almost immediately into unwilling giggles because whatever he's doing — ] That tickles.
[ and she doesn't like being reduced to a giggling mess, so chuck ducks her head to catch his mouth with hers again. it's all teeth and tongue and a little too sloppy (raleigh kisses sweet, chuck kisses dirty) , and there's a lot of pushing too. she wants him on his back so she can sprawl across him, press her breasts to his chest and sweep her hair to one side while mapping his collar bone with her free hand.
provided he doesn't go trying to answer her hypothetical questions, chuck's quite content to kiss all along his face for a good fifteen minutes, but eventually has to duck her head and yawn into his neck. ]
[She is pushy and half the time, it really annoys him. But when she's manhandling him into a better position for kissing and pressing against him like that-- yeah he can get on board with that. Raleigh takes the break to suck in a deep breath and run his fingers through her hair, looking down at her.]
Thanks for setting the record straight, [ she drawls, and barely avoids rolling her eyes. he's so fucking cute and perfect, and she doesn't know what to do with him when they're sitting across from each other at a table and he's making eyes at her; she certainly doesn't fucking know what to do with him when he's in her bed, leaving marks on her throat. fuck him. fuck him and his nice teeth and big blue eyes; his excellent kissing technique and his fucking excellent dating morals.
chuck takes a break from looking him in the face and glances over at her clock, which reads 10:23. on a whim: ]
It's late.
[ maybe if they were in their fifties. ]
I'd feel bad kicking you out, 'n making you drive in the dark.
[It's not that late. Raleigh tips his head back to look at the clock and then he looks at her. He'd really leave if that's what she wants. But he doesn't... want to. Haven't they been over this, Chuck, can't they just make out for a while and keep their pants on.
He arches his neck up and presses a kiss to her lips.]
What if I just spend the night on the other side of the bed?
[ because... yeah, if he says it's humanly possible to keep their pants on, she'll believe him and try to keep her boner in her pants. even if that means just cuddling — something chuck hansen has pretty much never indulged in without a good and thorough fucking first — she's 100% game for that. ]
I can't cook brekkie for shit. Mine's usually, like, a protein bar.
I'm — [ chuck falters because wow, she was mostly joking, but if he's going to take this seriously, she is going to have to evaluate her own words just as seriously. and...admittedly yeah, it sounds like she was trying to get him out, but she doesn't want him to leave. maybe just to — test him, and see if he wanted to. ]
I'm not, [ she eventually gets out; defensive and a bit louder than strictly necessary at such a short distance. ] I'm just...giving you the option.
[Without a doubt, she is the most complicated girl that he's dated in like-- ever. If only because she switches between snappy and cute with no problem at all, and refuses to acknowledge feelings and he just wants to shake her sometimes.
Right now's a little better than most, he can admit that. Even if she is still denying it.]
Yeah, but people say that — [ without really meaning it. and it's complicated and she's testing the waters with this whole trusting him thing. thus far they're warm, but she's waiting for some sort of shark to appear, because no one is this perfect. ]
I mean — I want you to stay.
[ which she illustrates by peeling out of his arms — maybe not the best illustration, but — to go get some pj's for herself and a sleep shirt for him. ]
[Raleigh thinks she doesn't even have to try that hard to be so confusing and contrary, that it's just a natural gift. He takes the shirt from her, but doesn't move to strip off his clothes just yet.]
Who's this belong to then?
[He's not really any better than she is, at the end of the day, at relationships.]
My — [ ex's who is still her best friend who she sometimes still has a thing for, but that's mostly when she's pmsing and hormonal, or when she's drunk and stressed out. is that an acceptable thing to say? no. probably not. so quickly: ] — best friend's. Or my dad's, it just showed up in my laundry.
You want me to wear a shirt that might be your dad's?
[He's too nice and stupid to read into that much. After all, his clothes get mixed up with Yancy's all the time and that's normal. So a friend's shirt is not that weird but her dad's would be yes.]
[There's nothing wrong with her dad. There is everything wrong with wearing a shirt that will remind her of her dad when he wants to make out with her a little because he's wearing something her dad owns.
It'd bug him just as much, probably, to wear something of her ex's but he doesn't know about that.]
those are hella nice abs. and she's staring while he strips. but decidedly can't go on and on about not sleeping together yet and then ogle him. or undress in the same room as him. propriety.
so chuck grabs her own pjs, and gestures over her shoulder at the hallway. ]
I'm gonna — [ she doesn't even pretend to mumble something by way of exclamation, just backs out and retreats to the bathroom. ]
[She can do that. While she's gone, Raleigh strips down to his boxers, tossing his pants and shirt onto the same generic pile off the side of the bed. It's definitely a little awkward, sitting there and waiting for her to come back in just his boxers, knowing that there's no sex tonight (which is still fine) but he's still not going to put on her dad's shirt. That's just weird.]
[ she flosses her teeth and washes her face just for extra time to compose herself — as if the cold water could water and cheap face soap that stung her eyes would calm her — but it still only takes about seven minutes. and then she's creeping back down her hallway, edging around the corner and...
it's ridiculously hard to cross the threshold into her room, especially when looking into her room, she sees him shirtless on her bed and it hits her that she'd quite like to see him shirtless on her bed tomorrow night, and the next night, and the next.
someone's saying: ] I really like you, Raleigh. [ and since it's probably not raleigh, it's probably her. but she doesn't remember giving her mouth permission to move, and bites her lip as if she could bite back the words. ]
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he has what's left of her lipstick smeared across his mouth, and they both still kind of smell like italian food and soda, but it's strangely...sexy? it's something, and she almost doesn't know what to do with it, to do with him, but he goes easily onto her bed and she comes easily down with him. there's little grace involved in straddling his thighs, and she nearly knees him in the crotch because she was trying to unbuckle her shoes at the same time. but crisis averted, chuck can settle in his lap and kiss him hard, deep, fast for a few more seconds before leaning back for air. ]
I hope you don't think, [ she pants, all pasta sauce and hazy eyes. ] That just because we're in my bed, that we're going to fuck.
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Don't answer that.
His fingers tangle in her hair again, directing her close so he can nip at the side of her neck.]
I didn't bring anything anyway. [You know, like protection. Because he really was going to be a gentleman tonight.]
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[ if he's talking about condoms, she has a mess of them in her bedside table, and probably a few more in the box under her bed (old ones from her early teens, nestled along with her mother's wedding band, some baby pictures, and a gun because she is the classiest of classy ladies). but she doesn't tell raleigh any of that because of precedent, and because it'd be cruel and teasing to say 'oh I have a lot of condoms and we're in my bedroom but we still can't have sex haha'. and after narrowly avoiding the knee-to-crotch escapade, she's not really keen on chancing ruining the mood again. not when he's so sweetly kissing at her neck.
his fingers catch on a few snaggles in her hair and chuck makes a low, breathy sound as she tips up her head so he has better access to her throat. ]
I'm not going to blow you, either, [ she breathes at the ceiling. ]
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Someone's got a one track mind. Haven't you ever just-- [Hang on, he needs to worry her skin between his teeth.] made out?
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...what? who just makes out? there's making out that leads to sex, making out that leads to blowjobs and/or handjobs, and then making out that leads to a few choice words and generally blue balls and tense relations. there's never really ever been making out that just...stays making out in her experience. (maybe she's only ever been making out with the wrong people...) ]
No? [ which was supposed to be a statement but comes out a lot more like a question than she mean it to. that's his fault. his and his distracting mouth that causes goosebumps to rocket up her arms. damn him. ] I mean, not usually.
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Raleigh just holds his mouth against her neck for a moment, thinking about that and then he smiles after a moment. Like it's a personal challenge to him now. Never just made out with someone, huh. He likes sex, don't get him wrong, but sometimes he likes just kissing and not expecting anything.
He starts up the side of her neck, leaving a trail of kisses like breadcrumbs until he gets back to her mouth and the way he kisses her, it's slow. It's quiet and taking his time and just do it like this for tonight, Chuck.]
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...well, chuck doesn't really know and doesn't really have a lot to compare it to, because while she's had plenty of people kissing at her neck, nibbling on her ears and bumping noses with hers before, it all somehow manages to feel different with raleigh becket. different. better? maybe, the jury is out because she's still held in suspense and confused about this no expectations stuff. part of her is waiting for him to do a 180 and change his mind, and another part of her is enjoying the intense goose bumps crawling up her back.
the kiss he plants on her mouth is... soft. dry. adoring, but innocent and, dare she call it, chaste. it's loving, but they're too early in dating to think that, and that's not the word chuck is going to apply to it even in her head. she's just going to tip her head back, encourage him to nip at her pulse again, and close her eyes. ] You kiss all the girls like this? [ she drawls, garbled with preoccupation and want. ]
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[The truth is-- no. Not since high school. Because he hasn't been with anyone he's been that serious about since then and one night stands and quick flings don't really lend a lot of time to just making out with a girl and worshiping her neck just for the sake of doing it.
It's way too early to throw the love word around but in the same vein of honesty, he already knows that he's starting to fall for her.]
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[ and she doesn't like being reduced to a giggling mess, so chuck ducks her head to catch his mouth with hers again. it's all teeth and tongue and a little too sloppy (raleigh kisses sweet, chuck kisses dirty) , and there's a lot of pushing too. she wants him on his back so she can sprawl across him, press her breasts to his chest and sweep her hair to one side while mapping his collar bone with her free hand.
provided he doesn't go trying to answer her hypothetical questions, chuck's quite content to kiss all along his face for a good fifteen minutes, but eventually has to duck her head and yawn into his neck. ]
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For the record-- no. I don't.
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chuck takes a break from looking him in the face and glances over at her clock, which reads 10:23. on a whim: ]
It's late.
[ maybe if they were in their fifties. ]
I'd feel bad kicking you out, 'n making you drive in the dark.
[ but — ]
I'm still not fucking you.
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He arches his neck up and presses a kiss to her lips.]
What if I just spend the night on the other side of the bed?
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[ because... yeah, if he says it's humanly possible to keep their pants on, she'll believe him and try to keep her boner in her pants. even if that means just cuddling — something chuck hansen has pretty much never indulged in without a good and thorough fucking first — she's 100% game for that. ]
I can't cook brekkie for shit. Mine's usually, like, a protein bar.
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[Well, that came out a lot more serious than he intended it to. But seriously, is there a reason she's trying to drive him out and away?]
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I'm not, [ she eventually gets out; defensive and a bit louder than strictly necessary at such a short distance. ] I'm just...giving you the option.
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Right now's a little better than most, he can admit that. Even if she is still denying it.]
I already said I don't expect anything.
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I mean — I want you to stay.
[ which she illustrates by peeling out of his arms — maybe not the best illustration, but — to go get some pj's for herself and a sleep shirt for him. ]
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Who's this belong to then?
[He's not really any better than she is, at the end of the day, at relationships.]
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[He's too nice and stupid to read into that much. After all, his clothes get mixed up with Yancy's all the time and that's normal. So a friend's shirt is not that weird but her dad's would be yes.]
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Of you could not wear a shirt. I don't actually care.
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It'd bug him just as much, probably, to wear something of her ex's but he doesn't know about that.]
I'll skip it then.
[Look. Abs.]
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those are hella nice abs. and she's staring while he strips. but decidedly can't go on and on about not sleeping together yet and then ogle him. or undress in the same room as him. propriety.
so chuck grabs her own pjs, and gestures over her shoulder at the hallway. ]
I'm gonna — [ she doesn't even pretend to mumble something by way of exclamation, just backs out and retreats to the bathroom. ]
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it's ridiculously hard to cross the threshold into her room, especially when looking into her room, she sees him shirtless on her bed and it hits her that she'd quite like to see him shirtless on her bed tomorrow night, and the next night, and the next.
someone's saying: ] I really like you, Raleigh. [ and since it's probably not raleigh, it's probably her. but she doesn't remember giving her mouth permission to move, and bites her lip as if she could bite back the words. ]
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