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[raleighs]

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[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.

[raleighs]

[No because her desk is much less satisfying to sweep things off of.]

You must be thinking of your other boyfriend.

[dorothied]

[She shakes her head, very serious.]

Marshal Hansen has asked me not to call him 'boyfriend'.

[raleighs]

[He makes a face at her and then a retching noise.]

I'm leaving you.

[dorothied]

Hey, don't do that. [She knocks his shoulder with her fist, stop retching at the thought of the Marshal, dumb dumb. That was someone's adolescent crush right there.]

He's a looker. That'll be you in two years.

[raleighs]

[He won't tell her that he and Yancy both would've gone gay for her adopted father then, hm?

Raleigh takes his punch like a man and sits up anyway, shaking his head at her.]

So what? I'm just your younger model on the side?

[dorothied]

You're my pre-midlife crisis. [DON'T TELL HER THE THING ABOUT SENSEI, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. And the love of their sex life.

Which is a very - unsatiable one, considering how Mako follows him in sitting up, if only to press a kiss to his shoulder blade, then her teeth there.]

[raleighs]

[Not fair, not fair. Raleigh is a sucker for that mouth.]

You don't have anything to have a crisis about. You're perfect.