Must be love. [Pressed jokingly with a kiss to his shoulder, just before she rolls over and climbs on his back, straddling his waist smoothly. There are massage oils somewhere in a drawer, but she's missed just touching him to begin with, so she lets herself have this for a moment. Runs her hands over his back, on top of his shirt first, then under it.]
[He sighs softly against the pillow, tension just bleeding out of him really once she puts her hands on him. He still holds on to a little of it, but that's just how Raleigh is-- he's always carrying some of his grief and trauma and he never lets go of it, because it's his burden to carry. It's his reminder of what he used to have and what really matters.]
[It's minutes later, after rubbing a knot loose under his shoulder blade (a pain she knows well, she used to get them after a shooting all the time), she lies down on top of his back, her head nestled on top of one shoulder.]
[If he's going to be doing that, then maybe she'll lie down on top of him, fitting as perfectly as she thought she fit the first time. Maybe just a little bit more in irresponsible love.]
[Hers would not, and Mako knows it. If anything, she'll get a side mission while they're away, because that's the way it goes. But they can dream. She can dream, especially.]
Mm - chop the firewood ourselves. Make pancakes in the morning.
[She rests her head on his chest with a happy little dreamy sigh, draws a circle above his heart.] Maybe not get out of bed at all.
How am I supposed to chop the wood from bed, Mako?
[But no, really that sounds amazing right now. Part of him knows that he's just upset and vulnerable because of the mission and the rest of him doesn't give a shit because he loves her so much.]
[What will matter, in the future, will be that this moment right here, it's Mako who answers - not the agent, not the spy, not the sleeper, not anyone else - just her.]
[He blinks at her in surprise-- because what? He proposed a few months ago and she said yes and that's all they've done about it because their schedules are hectic and she wants to go tomorrow?]
Yes. Yes - let's just go to townhall. [Just like that, simple as that. She doesn't want to fill in the forms and take interviews and let other people decide whether or not it's useful for her to marry this man, this love of her life embodied in a man.]
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We should go on a vacation. Just the two of us.
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I wouldn't have planned to take anyone else.
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Or we could actually set a date and go on that honeymoon.
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Can we afford a honeymoon, Mr. Becket?
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Does it have to be fancy? We could rent a cabin somewhere. Away from everything and everyone. Curl up before the fire.
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Mm - chop the firewood ourselves. Make pancakes in the morning.
[She rests her head on his chest with a happy little dreamy sigh, draws a circle above his heart.] Maybe not get out of bed at all.
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[But no, really that sounds amazing right now. Part of him knows that he's just upset and vulnerable because of the mission and the rest of him doesn't give a shit because he loves her so much.]
So how about it? When do you want to get married?
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Tomorrow.
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[He blinks at her in surprise-- because what? He proposed a few months ago and she said yes and that's all they've done about it because their schedules are hectic and she wants to go tomorrow?]
Are you sure?
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Marry me.
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About time you made an honest man out of me.