[ 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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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.