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.]
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.]
Stop that - [Reacting to this sort of cheesy talk with laugher and more bites? Yes. Because she knows he likes it and she's a few seconds away from pushing him back down on the couch and climbing in his lap.]
Never. [he says like a promise. He's never going to stop telling her that she's amazing and perfect and that he loves her exactly how she is. So deal with it, Mako.]
[Wow, okay, well if he's going to be stubborn and put her on pedestals, she's going to be cheeky and kiss him very slowly until they're ready to go again. Keep up, geezer.]
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I'm leaving you.
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He's a looker. That'll be you in two years.
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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?
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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.]
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You don't have anything to have a crisis about. You're perfect.
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