[Mako absolutely refuses to ever come back to his frat house-- and that makes sense. He gets it. The guys were totally rude to her, because of that bet and apparently punching someone over it doesn't mean that the shit talking is going to stop, guys still ask him what it's like to fuck the dean's daughter and he's taken to ignoring it but yeah, it's probably in everyone's best interest that she steers clear.
That just means that he spends half his nights in her room. He's always over at her place and then he just gets lazy, and it's so much easier to stay the night there than head all the way across campus back to his own room and hers is much closer to his morning M/W/F class and then the weekends are for fun things like going out on dates and those usually end in sex and oops can't find his pants, he'd better just stay.
Alright, so maybe it's a little (a lot) more than half. Sue him.
He's pretty sure that Mako doesn't mind, since they wake up every morning to the sound of her alarm tangled in each other in some way. Trading turns as little and big spoon. His leg hooked around hers under the sheets. Her head on his shoulder. His arm over her waist. His face covered in her hair.
But maybe he should ask or something, right? It's a lazy Sunday morning for them, they got up and made coffee and brought it back to bed, and are attempting to play candy crush on the same phone and it's not going well, thanks to his fat fingers.]
[ Mako chides him half-heartedly, enjoying the cuddling with him slightly more than winning at the game. And no, he doesn't have fat fingers; Mako loves his fingers, except when they're making her lose. But still, he's right, she refuses to go back to his frat house and he's remarkably understanding and sweet about it -- Raleigh is... definitely not like any of the other boys, he's thoughtful, he's so warmly, painfully earnest, and yet holds a dislike for people in general that she understands.
There's a part of her that still marvels at how much they have in common, how easily they bounce off each other with a connection that's immediate and incredible, that every moment spent with him is a blessing. They have their ups and downs, but Mako loves them all the same.
She's in love with him and she knows it, she's aware of it every moment she lets him in, when she looks forward to him staying over and makes him dinner, when they go out on dates and she tiptoes to kiss him first, to put her hand in his whenever they walk and he gets excited about something.
They laugh and talk about everything and nothing at once, going into arcades for a friendly match or ten, and nothing still beats the kisses and the way he looks at her. She realises that she likes it when she wakes up with him in the mornings, too, when he's wrapped around her or when she's spooning him, and sex? Sex is amazing, it's sweet and filled with wordless tenderness, soft promises whispered against skin.
This morning, the coffee is wonderfully strong, and Mako's nestled against the crook of his shoulder, playing a losing game. ] Why are you asking?
[His fingers are bigger than hers, in any case, and that just makes it easier to reach out and push her fingers out of the way so he can tap a random part of the screen, literally just to mess with her. Sometimes he helps, spots something that she doesn't but most of the time, he's just being a shit.
Why does she put up with him, honestly. He doesn't deserve her.]
I don't know. I think I've spent more time here than in my own room. Does that bother you?
[ Today is one of those days where he's being a shit, and Mako makes a little indignant sound before she nudges at him and decides to end the game, squirming against him to nip at his jawline with a frown. It eases, though, when she realises that he's serious about the question. ]
No. [ Mako says finally; yeah, it might be a little small to have him around, but it's cosy, and Mako misses him when he isn't here for her to spoon, or to cuddle like the warm bear that he is. She smiles briefly. ] I like that you're easy to reach when I need you. [ She smiles, teasing. ] You're a good heater.
[ She pauses for a long, long moment, thinking about it. Asking him to move in with her isn't a small decision to make, no matter how it looks, or how she enjoys having him around. It means making a proper commitment, and what if their relationship doesn't survive this cohabitation?
(But oh, what if it does?)
Mako contemplates it, because it would be impossible to ask him to move out without damaging their relationship in one way or another if he moves in, but really, he's been here so often he might as well live here, right?
She turns to face him. ] Raleigh, are you serious about it?
[Raleigh didn't think this through that far. He just figured that it would be so much easier and cooler if they officially lived together, he could have more than a duffel bag full of clothes here, not have to go back to the frat house for little things. It makes sense, right?
He just didn't think ahead to the point of how serious it would make them. How it would bring their relationship to literally another level. He loves her that much, he can't imagine ever breaking up with her.]
No, you don't. [ Mako swats at him and grins, setting her phone aside to focus on him entirely. It doesn't escape her that Raleigh probably hadn't thought that far (that's usually Mako's job). Of course, of course she'd love to try out living with him -- he's already here so often anyway, that he might as well.
[ Good question. Why not? Mako thinks about that for a moment, because it's really very Raleigh to just plunge headlong into this, isn't it? Not that she doesn't love him for it. ]
Because it means we'd be living together. [ She pauses. ] Cohabiting. Officially.
[Sometimes Raleigh thinks that Dean Pentecost knows about the bet in the frat house and doesn't trust that Raleigh had no idea who Mako was until after he'd already started dating her, that it wasn't about a stupid bet or bragging rights or anything like that. Because the man seriously seems to hate him and look at his face, how can you hate this face?]
Pretty sure everyone on campus knows how straight I am for you by now.
[ Mako has to stifle a snort of amusement -- while it's true that the Dean pretty much dislikes Raleigh; the man doesn't hate him. And he's right, after all the dean pretty much has eyes and ears everything, and it's most likely that word had traveled to him of the frat's less than wholesome ambitions for her.
She, however, decides that Raleigh is the only one she wants ever since they first kissed in front of a vending machine, and -- well, he's worth trusting.
Mako tips his face to hers to kiss him, taking her time to taste him, to draw him into her mouth to savour the intimate moment. She smiles, slow and lazy. ]
Raleigh kisses her again, shifting a little bit closer. She needs persuading, huh? Last night wasn't enough to distract her from the fact that he's spent all morning trying to ruin her candy crush score.]
Is that your way of telling me you're a closet lesbian?
Mako responds to the kisses eagerly, because are these the kisses of a girl who's secretly into girls, really? She tugs him closer by the neck of his shirt, wanting him all wrapped up around her. ]
Don't tell me you won't get a stiff one in your pants if you see me kissing a girl.
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frat boy au.
That just means that he spends half his nights in her room. He's always over at her place and then he just gets lazy, and it's so much easier to stay the night there than head all the way across campus back to his own room and hers is much closer to his morning M/W/F class and then the weekends are for fun things like going out on dates and those usually end in sex and oops can't find his pants, he'd better just stay.
Alright, so maybe it's a little (a lot) more than half. Sue him.
He's pretty sure that Mako doesn't mind, since they wake up every morning to the sound of her alarm tangled in each other in some way. Trading turns as little and big spoon. His leg hooked around hers under the sheets. Her head on his shoulder. His arm over her waist. His face covered in her hair.
But maybe he should ask or something, right? It's a lazy Sunday morning for them, they got up and made coffee and brought it back to bed, and are attempting to play candy crush on the same phone and it's not going well, thanks to his fat fingers.]
Hey. Does it bug you that I'm here all the time?
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[ Mako chides him half-heartedly, enjoying the cuddling with him slightly more than winning at the game. And no, he doesn't have fat fingers; Mako loves his fingers, except when they're making her lose. But still, he's right, she refuses to go back to his frat house and he's remarkably understanding and sweet about it -- Raleigh is... definitely not like any of the other boys, he's thoughtful, he's so warmly, painfully earnest, and yet holds a dislike for people in general that she understands.
There's a part of her that still marvels at how much they have in common, how easily they bounce off each other with a connection that's immediate and incredible, that every moment spent with him is a blessing. They have their ups and downs, but Mako loves them all the same.
She's in love with him and she knows it, she's aware of it every moment she lets him in, when she looks forward to him staying over and makes him dinner, when they go out on dates and she tiptoes to kiss him first, to put her hand in his whenever they walk and he gets excited about something.
They laugh and talk about everything and nothing at once, going into arcades for a friendly match or ten, and nothing still beats the kisses and the way he looks at her. She realises that she likes it when she wakes up with him in the mornings, too, when he's wrapped around her or when she's spooning him, and sex? Sex is amazing, it's sweet and filled with wordless tenderness, soft promises whispered against skin.
This morning, the coffee is wonderfully strong, and Mako's nestled against the crook of his shoulder, playing a losing game. ] Why are you asking?
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Why does she put up with him, honestly. He doesn't deserve her.]
I don't know. I think I've spent more time here than in my own room. Does that bother you?
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No. [ Mako says finally; yeah, it might be a little small to have him around, but it's cosy, and Mako misses him when he isn't here for her to spoon, or to cuddle like the warm bear that he is. She smiles briefly. ] I like that you're easy to reach when I need you. [ She smiles, teasing. ] You're a good heater.
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[he's shaking his head at her, teasing her back because that's just how they are, and he sneaks a kiss from her, just because he can.]
If you really wanted to go thrifty, it'd be cheaper to splint the rent too.
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...Are you asking me if I want you to move in?
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Yeah, kinda. Since I basically already live here. It'd make sense wouldn't it?
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(But oh, what if it does?)
Mako contemplates it, because it would be impossible to ask him to move out without damaging their relationship in one way or another if he moves in, but really, he's been here so often he might as well live here, right?
She turns to face him. ] Raleigh, are you serious about it?
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He just didn't think ahead to the point of how serious it would make them. How it would bring their relationship to literally another level. He loves her that much, he can't imagine ever breaking up with her.]
Want me to swear on a Bible or something?
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But still. ]
But have you thought it through, really?
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I'm here all the time anyway. I love you, you won't step foot in the frat house, which I don't blame you for, but why not?
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Because it means we'd be living together. [ She pauses. ] Cohabiting. Officially.
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What, do you think your dad would actually kill me if we do?
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Unless you tell him you're gay. [ Beat. ] But you're a bad liar, so...
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Pretty sure everyone on campus knows how straight I am for you by now.
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She, however, decides that Raleigh is the only one she wants ever since they first kissed in front of a vending machine, and -- well, he's worth trusting.
Mako tips his face to hers to kiss him, taking her time to taste him, to draw him into her mouth to savour the intimate moment. She smiles, slow and lazy. ]
I might need more persuading.
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Raleigh kisses her again, shifting a little bit closer. She needs persuading, huh? Last night wasn't enough to distract her from the fact that he's spent all morning trying to ruin her candy crush score.]
Is that your way of telling me you're a closet lesbian?
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Mako responds to the kisses eagerly, because are these the kisses of a girl who's secretly into girls, really? She tugs him closer by the neck of his shirt, wanting him all wrapped up around her. ]
Don't tell me you won't get a stiff one in your pants if you see me kissing a girl.
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Are you suggesting a threesome now?