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[raleighs]

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[dorothied]

[Other fans who'd try to show her this would would seriously suffer some kicks to the teeth, but not Raleigh. No, he has her holding her breath by the time he finds her mouth with his, groaning into the kiss softly, but responding and shifting against him, a little impatient wiggle of her hips. Like she wants something but doesn't know where to start first.]

[raleighs]

[Start here. Mako wiggles and he responds by pressing her back against the couch cushions, using his weight and size to his advantage. Not that she couldn't kick his ass if she wanted to, so he just uses his tongue to distract her from ideas about getting out from under him right now because he likes her there. Likes it a lot.]

[dorothied]

[That's a quick shift, but it's not the first time her world's taken for a spin when she kisses Raleigh; mostly, it's every time they do kiss, even if it never goes further than that. There's the rustling sound of paper being crushed under the weight of two bodies, and Mako opens her eyes just enough to concentrate on lifting her butt and sweeping her blueprints and paperwork to the damn floor. She has no intention of moving away from under him, but she does move - only to wrap her arms around his waist, and pull him down and closer.]

[raleighs]

Those fucking-- [Panted against her mouth, half laughing and half wanting to have sex right on top of those blueprints now. Just because. Just to spite some papers.] --blueprints.

[And then he kisses her like he's intending on making her forget her own name, much less about keeping the papers neat and tidy.]

[dorothied]

[The laughing and panting she does in response is in agreement. He hits his target without a problem, has her arching under him first and trembling later, when the kiss drags on and she starts to feel the need for oxygen. And ignores it.]

[raleighs]

[Okay maybe they don't have sex on the blueprints, or hit home base but they visit third base on the couch right then and there, simply because they can. Raleigh is a very dedicated jaeger fly, alright. He's her biggest fan and he makes sure she knows it.]

So. [He shifts so he's lying more on his side, sandwiched between Mako and the back and the couch, totally uncaring that his pants are half off because Mako's missing hers entirely and that's a victory.]

Do I get to tweet about this?

[dorothied]

[She is absolutely , absolutely aware that he is her biggest fan, she has hickeys and sore limbs to prove it. Her insides might as well be made out of cotton right now, as much as her brain.


She stretches out with a happy sigh, and stretches up to kiss him under his jawline. No, but you can get my name tramp stamped.

[raleighs]

[He hums like he's thinking about it. Actually seriously thinking about it. Which he is-- not the tramp stamp part but what if they got matching tattoos too.]

Only if you get one.

[dorothied]

[Of course, how could she know he doesn't mean a tramp stamp; she laughs at the seriousness of his tone, laughs at the mental image of him wearing mako mori close to his butt (let's be honest here, a very favourite part of his anatomy for the actual Mako Mori).]

I'm not getting a tramp stamp.

[raleighs]

[How insulting. His ass is more her favorite part of his body than his abs? Or his dick?]

What? No-- it'd be hot if you did but what about just... matching tattoos.

[dorothied]

[Yes; but never more than his heart, or his smile.]

Matching...[she considers it for a few seconds, before pushing herself up, arms resting on his chest and hair wild black halo around her head because of all the things that happened before.] Gipsy's logo?

[raleighs]

[G a y]

Read my mind. [He smiles at her, and tries to tame her hair down with one hand.]

[dorothied]

[yes homo.]

In it, remember.

[raleighs]

But that as matching tramp stamps-- there's a good idea.

[dorothied]

[LAUGHING AND CRINGING at the same time.] Raleigh, no. We're classier than that. [Pause.] Well, I am, jaeger fly.

[raleighs]

Hey. [He kisses her cheek just because he can.]

I can be classy.

[dorothied]

Prove it.

[raleighs]

I haven't suggested we fuck on those stupid blueprints yet?

[dorothied]

And your sacrifice will be rewarded.

[raleighs]

[He hums, interested.]

How so?

[dorothied]

[She's going to just wiggle her eyebrows like they haven't just had sex and are still sweaty and catching their breaths from it.]

[raleighs]

[He laughs and ducks down to kiss her briefly.] On your desk?

[dorothied]

[Brief kisses get the result of Mako craning her head to return it and being left with her lips pursed in that interrupted-kiss pout, then full-on pout.]

Somehow never on your desk. [The pout doesn't last much.] What about recovery? At your age...

[raleighs]

My desk doesn't have blueprints.

[Also she's smarter than him and it's way sexier to do it on her things instead of his.

Now he's pouting though.]

I'm not even thirty yet.

[dorothied]

[Is it because her desk is less cluttered and at the right heigh for his hips, actually? Is that it? It's it.]

I thought you were fifty-seven.