[ Mako is briefly surprised at the fact that he could go to jail for this -- she hadn't considered that, had thought it groundless because she is the one to come after him, right?
She sets her books and materials neatly aside, her heart skipping quick in her chest because he locked the door, and she knows exactly what's going to happen. There's going to be a reprise of the kiss earlier, and this time, there's no one who will disturb them.
But first, she knows she has to snag him, draw him close because she could lose him to that angel on his shoulder anytime. For all of her maturity, Mako is young and sweet, forbidden fruit but entirely worldly all the same. She knows he's fighting himself, his desires, and it fills her with an incredible sort of knowledge to know that she's the one who inspires it from him.
She steps closer, entirely serious -- she's fixated on him, this beautiful, gentle, sweet teacher with the kindest smile. ] I wanted to do it for the longest time, Mr. Becket. Did you not know that?
[Not that Raleigh has checked, he could ask his sister since she's the one aiming to be a lawyer but he's really not about to call her up and ask her what's the legal definition of child sex offender and does it matter if Mako makes the first move. Because really, they're not that close and also-- just not going to happen. But he's pretty sure that if anyone found out, if anyone reported him, it wouldn't matter if she did make the first move, if she pushed everything.
Because he's still her teacher. He's in a position of authority and trust and the more he repeats that sentence in his head, the hotter it sounds.]
I can honestly say I had no idea.
[He's quiet for a moment before he adds:] I think you can call me Raleigh right now.
[ Mako tests it out, and how many times had she practiced saying it, over and over in the privacy of her room, wondering what it would be like if she had a day like this? Now that she has, Mako can't help but love the way his name sounds on her lips, the way he's looking at her right now.
It's sexy, incredibly so -- it's a scene right out of some softcore flick or something, not that Mako's had any experience with anything of the sort, but she's delighted when he gives her this chance. She draws closer, oblivious to his indecision (or lack thereof), and runs her fingers over his tie, moving to grasp it in her fingers. What an incredible chance it is, to get to do this with him. To him.
With a faint smile, she responds. ]
Are you sure you don't want me to call you sir, Raleigh...?
[Raleigh wouldn't know either because he's a good and proper young man who would never, ever look at porn or anything of that nature.
(You can stop laughing any time now, Yancy)
He kind of forgets how to breathe when she steps into him, grabs his tie. This is so wrong and hot and he wonders how he didn't notice her crush when he's been nursing something of the same of his own. He admires her, she's mature for her age and brilliant and driven and he's pretty sure, oblivious to how pretty she really is.
So that's why when he answers, his I'm sure is soft, strangled and why he closes the distance between them to kiss her again.]
[ That's a lie, Yancy caught him watching porn a couple of times, that dirty pervert.
Mako's breath hitches when she hears his words, so soft, so new when he leans close to her that she wants that tone to be reserved for her, hers always.
Her mouth parting under his, soft and pliant and willing, Mako leans closer still, her heart singing for him and relishing the way his lips feel against hers, the warmth of his tongue. It's an incredible moment and she knows it, and Mako can't help a quiet whimper of his name, tiptoeing to match him, her arms looping around his neck. ]
[If they're going to have a pervert off, Yancy would win, every single time because Raleigh might be starting a new habit of making out with high school girls but Yancy is worse, always and forever, so shut up.
Maybe it's because it's so wrong that makes it feel so good. That has Raleigh kissing her harder when she says his name, his real name, not Mister Becket, planting his hands on her small hips to keep her close. She's not the most experienced but she is enthusiastic and sweet and he can't help but to teach her something here too. Here, Mako this is what he likes, this is what he knows.]
[ Mako is young, inexperienced but eager to learn, and she thrills when he's obviously teaching her, showing her what he likes. She catches on quickly, shifting to accommodate, to get creative when her tongue slips against his, teasing and testing.
Pushing up against him and getting comfortable, she smiles into the kiss and very gently bites, her teeth lightly scraping over his tongue, then his bottom lip. How about that? ]
[She's seriously going to be the death of him. His doom. His undoing. He's getting a little weak in the knees here, when she catches his lip with her teeth and that's part of why he's pulling away, nodding towards his desk on the other side of the room.
It's a sturdy desk, it could hold their weight-- not that he's thought about it before this moment, he swears. Or they could sit in his chair and wouldn't that be nice. He's got a thousand and one ideas suddenly, inspired by her and is he going too far? Is it too much?
[ Is that the first thing you're saying to her when she kisses you, Raleigh? She gives him a dry, near-disbelieving, semi-amused look. But she takes his cue and moves to perch on the desk, adjusting herself on it so that she's decent -- she might be in love with her gorgeous specimen of a teacher, but it doesn't mean that she's just giving it away.
She gestures him over, and she doesn't care -- she wants all of his ideas, his inspirations. She wants him. ]
[Well--she is. Or maybe Raleigh's just used to girls in heels, not that he's making an assumptions about Mako and what she wears outside of class but she's also practical and doesn't wear big high heels to school but what if she wore them on a date--
Raleigh smiles when she moves her skirt down, all prim and proper like she's not making out with her French teacher in his office. It's good, really because any part of him that might've thought this was just a bet or a prank or some schoolgirl fantasy doesn't think that anymore.
He stops in front of her, her knees brushing against his stomach.]
[ He's smiling and he's endlessly charming when he does, boyish and handsome and it makes her breath catch; this is a part of why she's so attracted to him -- it's in the way he looks at her, when she can almost grasp at what he's thinking.
So when he moves forward, her knees against his stomach, she only leans forward, shifting to ease her thighs apart so he can come closer. She's considerate, you see; getting neck cramp from kissing can kill the mood.
She tips her head at him sassily; the way he speaks french is sexy, wonderfully so, and she wants more. ] Please what? Please kiss me? Would you like to hear that in French, teacher?
[Neck cramps do kill the mood, that's true. Raleigh settles against her, his palms coming to rest on her knees lightly. Just sitting there, not pushing anything or trying to explore up higher, respecting the little boundary that she put down when she sat on the desk.
Plus-- not that he's thinking that far ahead (which he totally is) he's not sleeping with her today. And not for many many more weeks either because he knows for a fact that she's not eighteen yet and it's just not happening.
He doesn't draw a lot of lines apparently but that one he does for sure.]
[ There is something thrillingly wonderful about having Raleigh's hands on her, when he touches her like that and even if he's barely doing anything else, he makes her lean forward -- anticipating the kiss with ill-concealed eagerness.
He respects the boundaries she sets up, and she finds that she likes him more for it, that she isn't, in turn, just some dare or fling for him. Mako thinks about that a moment, then leans into his ear, murmuring in soft, Japanese-accented french. She'd been practising, sir. ]
Please kiss me, Mr. Becket. I want you to kiss me.
[Something moves down Raleigh's spine at that, a tingle and a warmth like he finds it so hot that she's whispering that to him right now and he's also proud of her for her near perfect enunciation and grammar, she's clearly been working at it and yeah, her accent is noticeable but it doesn't completely take away from her inflection and oh.
Has he mentioned he's totally fucked?
Raleigh turns his head, brushing his lips against the line of her jaw.]
Very good, Miss Mori.
[And what kind of teacher would be he if he didn't reward her for her hard word, right? Exactly. He moves to kiss her again, pressing his lips against hers firmly, sliding his fingers into her hair too, to keep her right where she is.]
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[ Mako is briefly surprised at the fact that he could go to jail for this -- she hadn't considered that, had thought it groundless because she is the one to come after him, right?
She sets her books and materials neatly aside, her heart skipping quick in her chest because he locked the door, and she knows exactly what's going to happen. There's going to be a reprise of the kiss earlier, and this time, there's no one who will disturb them.
But first, she knows she has to snag him, draw him close because she could lose him to that angel on his shoulder anytime. For all of her maturity, Mako is young and sweet, forbidden fruit but entirely worldly all the same. She knows he's fighting himself, his desires, and it fills her with an incredible sort of knowledge to know that she's the one who inspires it from him.
She steps closer, entirely serious -- she's fixated on him, this beautiful, gentle, sweet teacher with the kindest smile. ] I wanted to do it for the longest time, Mr. Becket. Did you not know that?
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Because he's still her teacher. He's in a position of authority and trust and the more he repeats that sentence in his head, the hotter it sounds.]
I can honestly say I had no idea.
[He's quiet for a moment before he adds:] I think you can call me Raleigh right now.
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[ Mako tests it out, and how many times had she practiced saying it, over and over in the privacy of her room, wondering what it would be like if she had a day like this? Now that she has, Mako can't help but love the way his name sounds on her lips, the way he's looking at her right now.
It's sexy, incredibly so -- it's a scene right out of some softcore flick or something, not that Mako's had any experience with anything of the sort, but she's delighted when he gives her this chance. She draws closer, oblivious to his indecision (or lack thereof), and runs her fingers over his tie, moving to grasp it in her fingers. What an incredible chance it is, to get to do this with him. To him.
With a faint smile, she responds. ]
Are you sure you don't want me to call you sir, Raleigh...?
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(You can stop laughing any time now, Yancy)
He kind of forgets how to breathe when she steps into him, grabs his tie. This is so wrong and hot and he wonders how he didn't notice her crush when he's been nursing something of the same of his own. He admires her, she's mature for her age and brilliant and driven and he's pretty sure, oblivious to how pretty she really is.
So that's why when he answers, his I'm sure is soft, strangled and why he closes the distance between them to kiss her again.]
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Mako's breath hitches when she hears his words, so soft, so new when he leans close to her that she wants that tone to be reserved for her, hers always.
Her mouth parting under his, soft and pliant and willing, Mako leans closer still, her heart singing for him and relishing the way his lips feel against hers, the warmth of his tongue. It's an incredible moment and she knows it, and Mako can't help a quiet whimper of his name, tiptoeing to match him, her arms looping around his neck. ]
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Maybe it's because it's so wrong that makes it feel so good. That has Raleigh kissing her harder when she says his name, his real name, not Mister Becket, planting his hands on her small hips to keep her close. She's not the most experienced but she is enthusiastic and sweet and he can't help but to teach her something here too. Here, Mako this is what he likes, this is what he knows.]
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Pushing up against him and getting comfortable, she smiles into the kiss and very gently bites, her teeth lightly scraping over his tongue, then his bottom lip. How about that? ]
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It's a sturdy desk, it could hold their weight-- not that he's thought about it before this moment, he swears. Or they could sit in his chair and wouldn't that be nice. He's got a thousand and one ideas suddenly, inspired by her and is he going too far? Is it too much?
She's his student. For fuck's sake.]
You're so short.
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[ Is that the first thing you're saying to her when she kisses you, Raleigh? She gives him a dry, near-disbelieving, semi-amused look. But she takes his cue and moves to perch on the desk, adjusting herself on it so that she's decent -- she might be in love with her gorgeous specimen of a teacher, but it doesn't mean that she's just giving it away.
She gestures him over, and she doesn't care -- she wants all of his ideas, his inspirations. She wants him. ]
Come here.
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Raleigh smiles when she moves her skirt down, all prim and proper like she's not making out with her French teacher in his office. It's good, really because any part of him that might've thought this was just a bet or a prank or some schoolgirl fantasy doesn't think that anymore.
He stops in front of her, her knees brushing against his stomach.]
You should say please, Mako.
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So when he moves forward, her knees against his stomach, she only leans forward, shifting to ease her thighs apart so he can come closer. She's considerate, you see; getting neck cramp from kissing can kill the mood.
She tips her head at him sassily; the way he speaks french is sexy, wonderfully so, and she wants more. ] Please what? Please kiss me? Would you like to hear that in French, teacher?
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Plus-- not that he's thinking that far ahead (which he totally is) he's not sleeping with her today. And not for many many more weeks either because he knows for a fact that she's not eighteen yet and it's just not happening.
He doesn't draw a lot of lines apparently but that one he does for sure.]
Do you know how to say it?
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He respects the boundaries she sets up, and she finds that she likes him more for it, that she isn't, in turn, just some dare or fling for him. Mako thinks about that a moment, then leans into his ear, murmuring in soft, Japanese-accented french. She'd been practising, sir. ]
Please kiss me, Mr. Becket. I want you to kiss me.
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Has he mentioned he's totally fucked?
Raleigh turns his head, brushing his lips against the line of her jaw.]
Very good, Miss Mori.
[And what kind of teacher would be he if he didn't reward her for her hard word, right? Exactly. He moves to kiss her again, pressing his lips against hers firmly, sliding his fingers into her hair too, to keep her right where she is.]