[Raleigh can't explain it but Mako tugging at his dog tags is like, one of the hottest things he's ever experienced and this half moan half groan comes out of his mouth and he can't really kiss her from this angle but he can fiddle with her bra clasp through her shirt.
[ Oh, it makes her skin tingle because she knows exactly what he's doing, and oh, well. That's interesting. She plays with his dog tags, raising her head so she can tug him up with said tags for a kiss.
It's like having her very own leash, or something, and she likes that he finds it hot, because she's never quite heard him make a sound like that. ]
Says me, [ she agrees, nipping at his bottom lip and guiding his hand from her bra clasp over her shirt to the base of her spine under it -- better to be touching skin, yeah? ] and you like it when I play with your tags, don't you?
Yeah. [SHE IS TAKING ADVANTAGE OF HIM WHILE HE'S DRUNK.
Skin is better and to be honest, Raleigh has lost a lot of fine motor skill by this point in the night so if she's looking for anything with finesse, she's come to the wrong drunk half French horny boy.
But goddamn is he making a valiant effort at getting her shirt off.
He also is mixing up his languages in his head, because when he adds more, it's just all in French. He barely even knows what he's saying, something about how she can lead him around by his dog tags any time and he'll be her little French poodle if she wants.]
Mako's just squirming against him because seriously which is the correct drunk half French horny boy in a situation like this? Anyway, she's not looking for finesse, although it might be also partly be because she generally has nothing to compare it to. What constitutes as finesse at a time like this? Barry White and a Chianti?
And then Raleigh's babbling in French, and she's smiling quietly because what the hell are you talking about, boy? ...Also it's really sexy that he's speaking in French. She's leaning over him then, gently catching his hands and pinning them to the pillow on either side of his head, her shirt tossed -- well, somewhere. Black bra, no lace, and if Mako's embarrassed by it she's not letting on. ]
Translations. [ She reminds him helpfully, fingers threading with his to keep his hands pinned under hers. ]
Well, how in the world did he end up here, pinned down by her entirely, because she's got her weight settled on his hips and her hands holding his arms above his head and he could break free if he really wanted except that it's even hotter than having his dog tags pulled on because he likes it when she pins him down-- but he's kind of more distracted by her bra.
He's seen it before he is still transfixed by it like a deer and headlights.
When she speaks, that seems to remind him that she's a real person and that they're doing stuff because he looks up at her and shrugs-- as best he can.]
[ ...Honestly. It's just a bra. Mako catches him practically gaping at it, and it's like he hasn't seen it before, or something. A part of her flushes at the way he's staring, but the bolder part of her only tightens her hold on his hands.
Sure, he'd be able to break free if he wanted, but somehow she doubts that he really intends to do anything like this -- not when he looks like she'd discovered one of Those Things that he likes. Dogtags and pinning; she'll remember that.
She leans down, giving him a generous view of her bosom. Yeah, she wants something, and that is -- ] Try to remember.
[ No such thing as you 'forgot', and they both know it. ]
[It's not just a bra. It's Mako's bra and that makes all the difference in the world.
What the hell is she even saying to him and why is she talking instead of kissing him? Answer him that, Mako because that seems like a way better use of their time right now.
She leans down and she's close enough that he can arch his head off the pillow and catch her lip with his teeth. So what now, Mako Mori? What now?]
[ Oh, kissing. They're jumping to the kissing and the horny half-french boy is doing that thing she really, really likes with his teeth and her lip and that move makes the tiniest noise come out of her before she's kissing the fuck out of him.
What now? She's going to kiss you stupid, Raleigh Becket, and there will be hell to pay. She's pushing him back down on the pillow, releasing his hands at the same time so that hers can find purchase of his shoulders, and she eventually ends the kiss, taking a much needed breath, a wicked little smirk tugging at the side of her mouth. ] ...Nice trick.
Raleigh grins against her mouth, when she makes that noise because it means that he affects her too, that he's not the only one totally and completely wrecked. He might be a horny half French boy but she's a randy Japanese girl. She releases his hands and he reaches up to run his fingers through her hair, giving himself something to hold on to when he kisses her.]
[ She's really not as immune to Raleigh as she likes to think she is -- because when he's kissing her again, a low, quiet whimper of need issues from her lips, and god they need to stop. They really need to stop before they take this too far, but he feels so good against her, he feels so good kissing her.
Fuck it. Her hands roam and she rolls them over so that he's on top this time, her hands smoothing over his chest, over smooth skin and muscle and it's insane how gorgeous he is, how he takes her breath away. ]
Raleigh shivers a little, not sure if it's because he's so turned on by her taking charge and rolling them over or because she's got her hands all over or what but it's got him settling his weight against her, hips slotted against hers and he's so much more interested in her collarbone than he is anything else in his entire life.
Mako, do you want a hickey on your collarbone because you're going to get a hickey there and it's going to be awesome.]
[ Because not stopping will lead from kissing to sexy things and, and oh -- Mako involuntarily makes a surprised, pleased noise and what, Raleigh? What even -- okay, she likes it. She really likes it, teeth and tongue and lips on her collarbone; she can't help but tighten her hold on his shoulder, unconsciously encouraging him, wanting more.
His weight is familiar, welcome, and when he's bracketing her like that it's incredibly delightful. Momentarily distracted, she lets her hands bury themselves in short-cropped blond hair. Half-chiding, she says, ] ...People are going to see that.
Bonne [he murmurs against her skin, taken by a sudden possessive streak that's spurred on by the noise she just made and the hands in his hair. That's French for 'good' by the way and given that Mako was jealous once upon a time because of an old crush, he's totally allowed to be a little possessive of her and put a mark on her.
Raleigh Becket's been here and he'll fight you if you try anything.
He starts kissing his way back up to her face, leaving a trail along her neck and her jaw.]
[ Mako seriously, seriously contemplates the sexiness of Raleigh purring French in her ear and how are they supposed to stop when he says things like these and he's kissing her in the way that makes her toes curl? It's the best sort of thing ever and she's arching up against him because while she'd normally punch anyone for taking that kind of liberty, it's different if it's Raleigh.
It's better, if it's Raleigh -- because yeah, it's primitive, all 'Raleigh Becket's been here' and the man can throw down better than any other and fuck it of course she was jealous; but Raleigh's kissing her and she's catching his face in her hands, pulling him down when the heat of his kisses dissipates on her skin. Her fingers shift from his face to his sides, smiling. ]
[Raleigh is a smart man and he strips when he's told to. Even if stripping means that he has to pull away from her to do it, but he really wants to know what she's got planned for him once his shirt is off.
Really when he said he'd be her little pet, he was not fucking kidding apparently and when he's more sober, he might start to seriously question that or he'll be distracted by the blue streaks in her hair and by her bra just as much as drunk Raleigh is and the only difference is that drunk Raleigh takes twice as long to figure out how to take his own clothes off.
[ A real winner, indeed. Mako smiles when he's fumbling, because it's just adorable when she just can't resist teasing him that way. So when he gets the shirt bunched up under his arms and not quite over his head, that's enough.
What's she gonna do about it, you say?
She sits up, helps him with it, pulls it over his head and drops his shirt over the bed before her hand splays over his stomach, her head bowed to press a kiss over where his heart is before she lets her teeth and tongue do the work, nipping and sucking hard -- there we go, a nice, vivid hickey to match the one on her collarbone.
Mako looks up at him mischievously from under her lashes, murmuring. ]
I'm giving you something you won't forget in a hurry.
[He'll treasure it forever and totally cry when it heals and disappear.
For a brief moment, Raleigh considers if this is going to turn into a hickey competition, to see who can give the other the most marks and wow, that actually sounds like a really good idea. Just lying around in bed all night and marking each other up for the whole world to see.
Raleigh Becket's been here.
Property of Mako Mori.]
I forgot something.
[He says about two seconds before he nudges her away from his chest, so he can attach his mouth to her neck.]
But it's as if they've come to the same conclusion together, because the notion of marking each other up for everyone to see is such a primitive, male impulse, but Mako likes the idea of it, anyway. It's as much a promise as anything else, where she belongs to him as much as he does to her, and she -- oh, she really, really likes that, because there's that breathy, appreciative little sound again. ]
Are you going to give me a necklace of lovebites? [ Because she'll bite you for that, bad Raleigh. ]
[Raleigh scrapes his teeth along her skin and finishes it with a big, wet kiss before he's convinced that that spot is good and properly marked. So he can... move on to the next one. Which he does, shifting like two inches before he starts the whole process all over again.]
[ Mako playfully swats him away, because she's sporting a few more new hickeys and that would take awhile to explain (if she even cares to). Fingers clasping his chin, she's pulling him up to kiss him, to distract him from leaving her skin full of red-purple love bites, as lovely as they are. ]
[She doesn't have to try very hard to distract him, he's pretty easily led around like a dog, both because of her and because he's just That Drunk, so when she pulls him up for a kiss on the mouth, he enthusiastically kisses her back.
Puts his back into it, if you will.]
Maybe I-- [Kiss kiss kiss here's some Raleigh tongue in your mouth, Mako, isn't that great.] want you to.
[ That's because he's her french poodle, and he'd better remember that always. Mako laughs, but that's short-lived because there is another tongue in her mouth that's not hers, and he's kissing her like a puppy and she loves him so stupidly for that.
It's messy and enthusiastic and adorable and just a little bit sloppy and she's smiling before she breaks the kiss and leans down to mark him right over his throat; where everyone's bound to see unless he invests in turtleneck sweaters -- challenge accepted. ]
[Seriously, someone needs to make him pick a language and stick to it because that comes in Japanese. So at least she knows what he was saying. But the noise that he makes when her mouth closes over his throat should make what he's feeling pretty clear.]
[ No, why? Mako likes listening to him speak in Japanese. It's accented, but it's delightful -- and she probably is thinking of making him speak in French again.
But later. Now, she wants to hear that noise again, and this time, she's giving him the necklace, planting another sensuously made kiss-bruise on his collarbone. She mouths the words against his skin, musing, ]
[Raleigh would read the dictionary in French if she asked him too. But he's totally in lesbians with her that he'd do just about anything she asked without hesitating.
He's a good puppy and he makes that noise she's looking for when she latches on to his skin. Oh Mako, Mako, Mako, he could honestly care less if he's got bruises all over his body from her, if he's so marked up he looks like he's lost a fight, because her mouth should be illegal.
It should be totally illegal to be this gone for someone.]
No, you can-- [His breath hitches.] --do whatever you want to me.
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So he does that.]
Says you.
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It's like having her very own leash, or something, and she likes that he finds it hot, because she's never quite heard him make a sound like that. ]
Says me, [ she agrees, nipping at his bottom lip and guiding his hand from her bra clasp over her shirt to the base of her spine under it -- better to be touching skin, yeah? ] and you like it when I play with your tags, don't you?
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Skin is better and to be honest, Raleigh has lost a lot of fine motor skill by this point in the night so if she's looking for anything with finesse, she's come to the wrong drunk half French horny boy.
But goddamn is he making a valiant effort at getting her shirt off.
He also is mixing up his languages in his head, because when he adds more, it's just all in French. He barely even knows what he's saying, something about how she can lead him around by his dog tags any time and he'll be her little French poodle if she wants.]
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Mako's just squirming against him because seriously which is the correct drunk half French horny boy in a situation like this? Anyway, she's not looking for finesse, although it might be also partly be because she generally has nothing to compare it to. What constitutes as finesse at a time like this? Barry White and a Chianti?
And then Raleigh's babbling in French, and she's smiling quietly because what the hell are you talking about, boy? ...Also it's really sexy that he's speaking in French. She's leaning over him then, gently catching his hands and pinning them to the pillow on either side of his head, her shirt tossed -- well, somewhere. Black bra, no lace, and if Mako's embarrassed by it she's not letting on. ]
Translations. [ She reminds him helpfully, fingers threading with his to keep his hands pinned under hers. ]
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Well, how in the world did he end up here, pinned down by her entirely, because she's got her weight settled on his hips and her hands holding his arms above his head and he could break free if he really wanted except that it's even hotter than having his dog tags pulled on because he likes it when she pins him down-- but he's kind of more distracted by her bra.
He's seen it before he is still transfixed by it like a deer and headlights.
When she speaks, that seems to remind him that she's a real person and that they're doing stuff because he looks up at her and shrugs-- as best he can.]
I forgot.
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Sure, he'd be able to break free if he wanted, but somehow she doubts that he really intends to do anything like this -- not when he looks like she'd discovered one of Those Things that he likes. Dogtags and pinning; she'll remember that.
She leans down, giving him a generous view of her bosom. Yeah, she wants something, and that is -- ] Try to remember.
[ No such thing as you 'forgot', and they both know it. ]
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What the hell is she even saying to him and why is she talking instead of kissing him? Answer him that, Mako because that seems like a way better use of their time right now.
She leans down and she's close enough that he can arch his head off the pillow and catch her lip with his teeth. So what now, Mako Mori? What now?]
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What now? She's going to kiss you stupid, Raleigh Becket, and there will be hell to pay. She's pushing him back down on the pillow, releasing his hands at the same time so that hers can find purchase of his shoulders, and she eventually ends the kiss, taking a much needed breath, a wicked little smirk tugging at the side of her mouth. ] ...Nice trick.
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Raleigh grins against her mouth, when she makes that noise because it means that he affects her too, that he's not the only one totally and completely wrecked. He might be a horny half French boy but she's a randy Japanese girl. She releases his hands and he reaches up to run his fingers through her hair, giving himself something to hold on to when he kisses her.]
I dunno what you mean.
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Fuck it. Her hands roam and she rolls them over so that he's on top this time, her hands smoothing over his chest, over smooth skin and muscle and it's insane how gorgeous he is, how he takes her breath away. ]
Not even if I bribe you?
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[Why do they have to stop? Explain that.
Raleigh shivers a little, not sure if it's because he's so turned on by her taking charge and rolling them over or because she's got her hands all over or what but it's got him settling his weight against her, hips slotted against hers and he's so much more interested in her collarbone than he is anything else in his entire life.
Mako, do you want a hickey on your collarbone because you're going to get a hickey there and it's going to be awesome.]
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His weight is familiar, welcome, and when he's bracketing her like that it's incredibly delightful. Momentarily distracted, she lets her hands bury themselves in short-cropped blond hair. Half-chiding, she says, ] ...People are going to see that.
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Raleigh Becket's been here and he'll fight you if you try anything.
He starts kissing his way back up to her face, leaving a trail along her neck and her jaw.]
What are you gonna do about it?
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It's better, if it's Raleigh -- because yeah, it's primitive, all 'Raleigh Becket's been here' and the man can throw down better than any other and fuck it of course she was jealous; but Raleigh's kissing her and she's catching his face in her hands, pulling him down when the heat of his kisses dissipates on her skin. Her fingers shift from his face to his sides, smiling. ]
Take your shirt off, and I'll show you.
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Really when he said he'd be her little pet, he was not fucking kidding apparently and when he's more sober, he might start to seriously question that or he'll be distracted by the blue streaks in her hair and by her bra just as much as drunk Raleigh is and the only difference is that drunk Raleigh takes twice as long to figure out how to take his own clothes off.
You got yourself a real winner there, Mako.]
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What's she gonna do about it, you say?
She sits up, helps him with it, pulls it over his head and drops his shirt over the bed before her hand splays over his stomach, her head bowed to press a kiss over where his heart is before she lets her teeth and tongue do the work, nipping and sucking hard -- there we go, a nice, vivid hickey to match the one on her collarbone.
Mako looks up at him mischievously from under her lashes, murmuring. ]
I'm giving you something you won't forget in a hurry.
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For a brief moment, Raleigh considers if this is going to turn into a hickey competition, to see who can give the other the most marks and wow, that actually sounds like a really good idea. Just lying around in bed all night and marking each other up for the whole world to see.
Raleigh Becket's been here.
Property of Mako Mori.]
I forgot something.
[He says about two seconds before he nudges her away from his chest, so he can attach his mouth to her neck.]
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But it's as if they've come to the same conclusion together, because the notion of marking each other up for everyone to see is such a primitive, male impulse, but Mako likes the idea of it, anyway. It's as much a promise as anything else, where she belongs to him as much as he does to her, and she -- oh, she really, really likes that, because there's that breathy, appreciative little sound again. ]
Are you going to give me a necklace of lovebites? [ Because she'll bite you for that, bad Raleigh. ]
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[Raleigh scrapes his teeth along her skin and finishes it with a big, wet kiss before he's convinced that that spot is good and properly marked. So he can... move on to the next one. Which he does, shifting like two inches before he starts the whole process all over again.]
Is that a problem?
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Don't make me bite you back.
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Puts his back into it, if you will.]
Maybe I-- [Kiss kiss kiss here's some Raleigh tongue in your mouth, Mako, isn't that great.] want you to.
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It's messy and enthusiastic and adorable and just a little bit sloppy and she's smiling before she breaks the kiss and leans down to mark him right over his throat; where everyone's bound to see unless he invests in turtleneck sweaters -- challenge accepted. ]
Good. You'll come to regret saying that.
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[Seriously, someone needs to make him pick a language and stick to it because that comes in Japanese. So at least she knows what he was saying. But the noise that he makes when her mouth closes over his throat should make what he's feeling pretty clear.]
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But later. Now, she wants to hear that noise again, and this time, she's giving him the necklace, planting another sensuously made kiss-bruise on his collarbone. She mouths the words against his skin, musing, ]
You might be speaking too soon.
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He's a good puppy and he makes that noise she's looking for when she latches on to his skin. Oh Mako, Mako, Mako, he could honestly care less if he's got bruises all over his body from her, if he's so marked up he looks like he's lost a fight, because her mouth should be illegal.
It should be totally illegal to be this gone for someone.]
No, you can-- [His breath hitches.] --do whatever you want to me.
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