[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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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.]