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. ]
[If Raleigh looks up at her startled it's only because he didn't expect that from her. At least nothing that sweet and soft and shy and he's gesturing at her to come closer. Come let him wrap his arms around her and hold her close.]
[ chuck isn't usually an advocate for being honest with your feelings and stuff, but right now it's half word vomit and half panic, and she's staying by the door jam and twiddling with her hands. ]
I don't — [ her words aren't coming out the way she wanted; not as smoothly, not as understandably or reasonably. and she's frustrated about it. ]
[He gives her a mildly frustrated look and gestures at her again. Come here, woman.]
I hadn't noticed.
[That's sarcasm and maybe that's a little mean but really, Chuck. There's nothing to be afraid of with him right now. He likes her too. It's not the end of the world.]
I can leave. If that would be easier for you. I don't mind.
[ woah there, woah there — don't you come here woman her. ]
No! [ chuck objects loudly, louder than she had meant to, loud enough that the neighbors might have heard and now she's about five times more embarrassed and scrubs a hand over her face. ] Can't we just make out again?
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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.]
aaaaand boom mako is a boy
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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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That's good. I like you a lot too.
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I don't — [ her words aren't coming out the way she wanted; not as smoothly, not as understandably or reasonably. and she's frustrated about it. ]
I don't — do this very well.
[ feelings. dating. ]
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I hadn't noticed.
[That's sarcasm and maybe that's a little mean but really, Chuck. There's nothing to be afraid of with him right now. He likes her too. It's not the end of the world.]
I can leave. If that would be easier for you. I don't mind.
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No! [ chuck objects loudly, louder than she had meant to, loud enough that the neighbors might have heard and now she's about five times more embarrassed and scrubs a hand over her face. ] Can't we just make out again?
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