[Raleigh just shakes his head at her. She knows why because he already told her. He can still hear Yancy's scream, feel his fear and his pain and the crushing silence that followed, it wasn't just that Yancy was torn out of the pons, it was that he was gone forever, Raleigh could just tell.
He can't do that again. He can't let someone else into his head.]
It's just not what I do anymore. I had my shot and I wrecked it.
[ Mako says quietly. She can see the pain in his eyes, and wishes things could be different. Her fingers drift lightly before she even knows it, tracing the lines of his face -- older, she thinks. Sadder; it's the face of a man who has lost everything but the smallest glimmer that she'd seen a glimpse of.
She doesn't know for sure, but she knows the way he looks at her, the way his passion leaps and burns under his skin, as if it's new to him. ] It can be different, this time.
[It makes him a little uneasy, but at least it's not tracing his scars again. There's not really much Raleigh can do to hide his scars, with what he does but he hates it when his customers pay attention to them. They're not sexy. It's not attractive. Here touch this instead, let him kiss you to distract you.
He reaches up to catch her hand, pulls it away from his face gently.]
[ She's still not taking no for an answer, not like this -- but she's willing to back off and to find another way to get through to him. There's still a few hours left of their time together, and she lets him guide her hand away before she leans in to capture his lips with hers.
She's being manipulative, she knows, because she's kissing him to distract him, to remember him for herself, and her hand moves to stroke over his shoulder, pulling him near. ]
[Raleigh doesn't answer that, just kisses her again. They do only have a few hours left, and he doesn't want to spend it arguing with her about whether or not he's going to come back to the Jaeger program. He's not, so there's that and what if they spent that time getting to know each other better. If they spend that time getting all they can get out of this.
He moves closer to her, moving on top of her again so he can kiss her better. Maybe he's manipulating her a little bit too, using what tricks he knows to distract her entirely from that conversation entirely.]
[ Mako kisses him back without hesitation, and even if he's supposed to be a complete stranger to her, it feels like she's known him; it feels like she wants him, when she fits in his arms and he is a welcome, solid weight above her.
Her hands coming to stroke over him, yearning to map out his body underneath her hands instead of waiting for him to service her. It is reciprocal, her touch curious, roaming despite greater agendas, and she sighs softly, shivering pleasantly against him. ]
[She's definitely more... considerate than most of the girls that Raleigh sleeps with. Hardly anyone is ever lacking for enthusiasm but Mako is certainly one of the more conscientious that she's not the only one in the bed and he's not a glorified sex toy.
Whether that's because she's new, and excited or because of the pull that he feels growing between them, the way she draws things out of him that no one else can.]
You have a few more hours. Anything you wanna try?
[ Because Mako doesn't believe in using hookers, because she sees him as more than a rank, his job, or a pretty face and an exceptional dick. No; Mako sees him as a real person, and it shows just as clearly as her inexperience.
She's intent to explore him, drawn to the attraction that pulses between them. Mako hesitates; her breadth of knowledge of such activities are woefully limited, and Raleigh catches her off guard. ...Anything she wants to try? Like what?
Awkwardly, she tries to fish for something that doesn't seem so painfully innocent. ]
You could... keep kissing me. Do you want to try anything?
[When he laughs, it's not cruel at all, it's amused and a little adoring and maybe a little guilty too because he knew this was her first time but he forgot what that meant, really. Or he assumed she knew more than she did, given how quickly she picked everything up, he thought maybe--]
Not about what I want. [Raleigh kisses her because she asked, once, twice, a third time.]
[ He's not charging her for it, so why does it have to be all about her too? She doesn't want to think too hard on the alternative -- Raleigh is good to her, sweet and handsome and so much unlike the defensive man she'd been with the other day.
No, he's all that she can ever want, and she strokes over his muscles, his chest, smoothing up his collarbone to cup his face because she saw that smile, the sweetness in the gesture. ]
I'm sure we can meet in the middle. Not you or me. What about 'us'?
[She's not playing by the usual rules, which is just making it so much harder to resist her. To lie to himself for a few hours right now and act like this is normal, that they met in the bar and flirted for a while and this is just a one night stand or the start of something and he's not a hooker, she's not PPDC.
[ Mako strokes his cheek, her thumb over his cheekbone, tender as a lover -- they both know how different it is, how the spark came alive between them made her feel. She shakes her head, before threading her fingers through his hair. Still, she presses her advantage, intent to know more, to understand him. ]
What do you want, Raleigh? What do you like? [ Has anyone ever asked him that? ]
[No actually, no one's asked him that and that's okay. That works for him, it works for his job. It means that he doesn't give too much of himself into anything.]
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He can't do that again. He can't let someone else into his head.]
It's just not what I do anymore. I had my shot and I wrecked it.
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[ Mako says quietly. She can see the pain in his eyes, and wishes things could be different. Her fingers drift lightly before she even knows it, tracing the lines of his face -- older, she thinks. Sadder; it's the face of a man who has lost everything but the smallest glimmer that she'd seen a glimpse of.
She doesn't know for sure, but she knows the way he looks at her, the way his passion leaps and burns under his skin, as if it's new to him. ] It can be different, this time.
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He reaches up to catch her hand, pulls it away from his face gently.]
No, Mako. That's my final answer.
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She's being manipulative, she knows, because she's kissing him to distract him, to remember him for herself, and her hand moves to stroke over his shoulder, pulling him near. ]
I'm not giving up on you, Raleigh.
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He moves closer to her, moving on top of her again so he can kiss her better. Maybe he's manipulating her a little bit too, using what tricks he knows to distract her entirely from that conversation entirely.]
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Her hands coming to stroke over him, yearning to map out his body underneath her hands instead of waiting for him to service her. It is reciprocal, her touch curious, roaming despite greater agendas, and she sighs softly, shivering pleasantly against him. ]
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Whether that's because she's new, and excited or because of the pull that he feels growing between them, the way she draws things out of him that no one else can.]
You have a few more hours. Anything you wanna try?
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She's intent to explore him, drawn to the attraction that pulses between them. Mako hesitates; her breadth of knowledge of such activities are woefully limited, and Raleigh catches her off guard. ...Anything she wants to try? Like what?
Awkwardly, she tries to fish for something that doesn't seem so painfully innocent. ]
You could... keep kissing me. Do you want to try anything?
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Not about what I want. [Raleigh kisses her because she asked, once, twice, a third time.]
This is all you.
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[ He's not charging her for it, so why does it have to be all about her too? She doesn't want to think too hard on the alternative -- Raleigh is good to her, sweet and handsome and so much unlike the defensive man she'd been with the other day.
No, he's all that she can ever want, and she strokes over his muscles, his chest, smoothing up his collarbone to cup his face because she saw that smile, the sweetness in the gesture. ]
I'm sure we can meet in the middle. Not you or me. What about 'us'?
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Raleigh tips his head into her hand.]
That's not how it works.
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What do you want, Raleigh? What do you like? [ Has anyone ever asked him that? ]
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I want what makes you happy.