[ It's why they're so perfect together, why they're so good for each other -- Raleigh teaches her restraint, he calms her in ways she'd never expected. He's gentle where it counts, generous and giving, and she can't help but be completely, irreversibly in love with him.
She nods and stays still, beaming at him because she's never felt more blissful than right now, in this restaurant together with him. ]
Wait. You've got a little something --
[ She's leaning forward now, to kiss the sauce off his upper lip. ] There.
[Raleigh's laughing softly into the small between them. She's just as shameless as he is, don't let her room anyone. Or maybe he makes her shameless, it doesn't really matter what the order is.]
Oh wait, now you have something.
[Which requires him to full on french her right there at the time. He's a hero, that Raleigh Becket.]
[ Yeah, he makes her shameless, he makes her feel a lot of wonderful, happy, profound things. He makes her feel more blissful than she's ever been -- and a part of her wishes that Stacker would be here to see that (well, not this scene exactly), but to see how happy he makes her, how she's found hope in him.
Mako comes to love Raleigh beyond anything else she's ever known, she's married him because her life would always be entwined with his, and she would make him a hundred, a thousand promises and fulfill each and every one of them no matter what it took.
Raleigh is her soulmate, the other half of her, and she's happily frenching him back, her beloved half-french boy; she had never been loved so deeply by anyone, and his devotion moves her. She's pretty much exploring his mouth right now, her hands coming to thread through his hair, to hold him in place because she's not done kissing him quite yet, no sir. ]
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[Raleigh could probably write a small novel about Mako's mouth and what she likes and what he has to do to make her gasp and he still kisses her like he's trying to find something new. Maybe that's a leftover thing from the Drift, like he's always trying to push closer to her, know more about her, that being apart for too long is too much of a trial.
He leans into her so it's easier to kiss her, and be close to her and smell the perfume that she put on for tonight.]
[ Mako laughs quietly and maybe she should be embarrassed that they're doing this so publicly (well, technically not so publicly) but she's responding to the kiss willingly, enthusiastically, adoring every moment of his affection.
Nosing his jaw delicately, it's all she can do not to climb onto his lap and kiss him senseless. ]
[For the record, he'd be totally okay with her sitting on his lap anywhere, anytime, any way. Raleigh presses a line of kisses to her jaw and then makes himself sit up straight with a sad little noise, even though he did it to himself.
Okay no. Time to eat.]
You have to promise to sit still. [Emphasized with a poke of his foot against her leg, not a kick but a nudge. A loving nudge.]
[ Mako is in a saucy mood tonight, and when he nudges his foot against her leg, she plays along, her foot coming along to rub alongside his, teasing and tantalising, and most definitely loving. How can he not, when he's trying so hard to get serious and she's trying her hardest to derail him? ]
[They are definitely that sick, disgusting, stupid couple in love because he's already distracted from his ideas of finishing dinner in favor of winning footsie with her and how does anyone win footsie anyway.
Clearly Raleigh has no idea. But he does have ideas about reaching his hand under the table to dance his fingers along her thigh.]
[ Oh, that tickles. Mako thrills, colour high in her pale cheeks when Raleigh's fingers brush over her thigh, and she lets him do it for a little while longer, deciding to nudge her foot behind his calf coquettishly, teasing him the way he's teasing her right now.
Yeah, they're that stupidly in love couple who are probably just embarrassing themselves privately in their little area but Mako -- Mako doesn't care, not if she could do this with him always. She leans in to nuzzle his jaw, sweet and loving and playful. ]
[Raleigh draws in a sharp breath when that foot of hers starts moving up his leg and he takes her dare. No one else in the restaurant can see what his hand is doing, changing from trailing his fingers along her leg lightly to pushing his hand under the edge of her skirt.
They are going to get banned from this place and there's going to be newspaper headlines about public sex charges against them.]
Mako's breath catches, because you're a very, very naughty boy, Raleigh, and they're going to get arrested or something -- probably not, but it's a crime how much she likes his hand under the edge of her skirt.
Here, let her adjust his hand so that it's just a little bit more under her skirt and a little less on the edge.
She leans over to barely, just barely brush her lips against his, her cheeks still a vivid pink. ] ...You're making me hungry for something else, Mr. Becket.
At least to his credit, he's not acting like he has his hand up her skirt, even as he rubs his thumb in a circle along her thigh, inching a little bit higher each time he makes a full one. He just smiles at her, enjoying that fierce blush on her cheeks and that would so be worth being arrested for, he's pretty sure.]
[ She's laughing before she gently eases his hand from under her skirt, threading her fingers with his because yes, she might love what he does, and just what it's doing to her, but Raleigh's being completely distracting and she really doesn't want him to be arrested. ]
I do like dessert. [ she muses, bringing his hand up to kiss the back of it, appreciating his warmth. ] What do you have in mind?
[Raleigh pouts at her for a moment, when she pulls his hand out from under her skirt because he enjoys having his hand there. Likes touching her thigh, he'd even promise to keep his fingers away from her underwear.
For like ten whole minutes.
He leans into her a little bit more so it's easier to whisper.]
[ She'll let him touch more than that when they're not in public, dear. Mako feels her heart flutter at that promise, and she looks back at him, gently nuzzling. ]
[They're in the back of the restaurant-- but alright that doesn't really mean that no one isn't watching them because people are creepy about them. Raleigh hesitates for a moment before he leans in to whisper in her ear exactly what he plans on doing later.]
[ Oh. Mako blushes furiously, gently nudging at him before she leans to nip at his bottom lip in response. She crosses her legs, shifting against him. ]
You shouldn't be allowed out in public with a mouth like that, Mr. Becket.
[Look at how innocently he smirks back at her. Spoiler, it's not that innocent looking, because of what he just said to her and he loves that blush on her cheeks right now. To know that he can affect her that much.]
[ He's a terrible, terrible example, especially when he's smirking at her that way, like he knows exactly what he does to her and is not sorry for it. ]
Not until you finish your food. [ She chides gently, smiling all the same. ]
[ Mako just smiles, and opens her mouth, her lips parting in warm invite. Now it's going to be payback, because Mako is aware of her effect on him, and she's going to take full advantage of it. ]
[She has to know this would happen, that smiling at him and opening her mouth like that would not inspire him to grab a fork and feed her more food but rather make him lean over and attach his mouth to hers. A hot, open mouthed kiss, with tongue and they might get kicked out for inappropriate displays of affection anyway.]
[ Oh, she knows. Of course she knows. When Raleigh gives her the most smouldering, incredible kiss of her life, all of her thoughts melt away, right over what's left of their spaghetti.
It's a good thing they're out of sight, because this means that Mako gets to respond with greater passion, with more ferocity borne out of affection, of love, of everything he inspires in her. Her fingers come to cradle the back of his head, keeping him there as her mouth parts further for him, shameless and wanting.
[How stupid is it, that Raleigh doesn't even want to stop kissing her long enough to pay the check, get in their car and head home. Because that sounds so terribly long, doesn't it, without her mouth on his.
He gives her a lingering kiss, using his tongue to do that little trick that he knows she loves.]
[ Oh, you terrible, terrible man. Mako squeaks quietly, thrilled and impossibly turned-on and you're just a terrible, awful example. She doesn't even remember how they paid and managed to stumble into the parking lot, practically attached to each other.
All that she knows is that when Raleigh wanders too close to their car, she's pretty much pushing him up against it and pressing flush against him, longing and eager and they're really not going to make it home, baby. ]
Here. [ She says, when she tiptoes to kiss him fiercely, passionately, a hand clenched in his shirt. ] I want you to take me here. No waiting.
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She nods and stays still, beaming at him because she's never felt more blissful than right now, in this restaurant together with him. ]
Wait. You've got a little something --
[ She's leaning forward now, to kiss the sauce off his upper lip. ] There.
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Oh wait, now you have something.
[Which requires him to full on french her right there at the time. He's a hero, that Raleigh Becket.]
WHAT ARE YOU DOING
Mako comes to love Raleigh beyond anything else she's ever known, she's married him because her life would always be entwined with his, and she would make him a hundred, a thousand promises and fulfill each and every one of them no matter what it took.
Raleigh is her soulmate, the other half of her, and she's happily frenching him back, her beloved half-french boy; she had never been loved so deeply by anyone, and his devotion moves her. She's pretty much exploring his mouth right now, her hands coming to thread through his hair, to hold him in place because she's not done kissing him quite yet, no sir. ]
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He leans into her so it's easier to kiss her, and be close to her and smell the perfume that she put on for tonight.]
We're never going to finish eating.
shhh baby i saw nothing
[ Mako laughs quietly and maybe she should be embarrassed that they're doing this so publicly (well, technically not so publicly) but she's responding to the kiss willingly, enthusiastically, adoring every moment of his affection.
Nosing his jaw delicately, it's all she can do not to climb onto his lap and kiss him senseless. ]
Should we try again?
you are perfect in my eyes
Okay no. Time to eat.]
You have to promise to sit still. [Emphasized with a poke of his foot against her leg, not a kick but a nudge. A loving nudge.]
NO YOU
[ Mako is in a saucy mood tonight, and when he nudges his foot against her leg, she plays along, her foot coming along to rub alongside his, teasing and tantalising, and most definitely loving. How can he not, when he's trying so hard to get serious and she's trying her hardest to derail him? ]
YOUR FACE
Clearly Raleigh has no idea. But he does have ideas about reaching his hand under the table to dance his fingers along her thigh.]
I can't persuade you at all?
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Yeah, they're that stupidly in love couple who are probably just embarrassing themselves privately in their little area but Mako -- Mako doesn't care, not if she could do this with him always. She leans in to nuzzle his jaw, sweet and loving and playful. ]
You may try your hardest. I could be persuaded.
[ Oh, look, who's playing frisky footsie again? ]
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They are going to get banned from this place and there's going to be newspaper headlines about public sex charges against them.]
How's that?
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Mako's breath catches, because you're a very, very naughty boy, Raleigh, and they're going to get arrested or something -- probably not, but it's a crime how much she likes his hand under the edge of her skirt.
Here, let her adjust his hand so that it's just a little bit more under her skirt and a little less on the edge.
She leans over to barely, just barely brush her lips against his, her cheeks still a vivid pink. ] ...You're making me hungry for something else, Mr. Becket.
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At least to his credit, he's not acting like he has his hand up her skirt, even as he rubs his thumb in a circle along her thigh, inching a little bit higher each time he makes a full one. He just smiles at her, enjoying that fierce blush on her cheeks and that would so be worth being arrested for, he's pretty sure.]
Yeah? You mean like dessert?
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I do like dessert. [ she muses, bringing his hand up to kiss the back of it, appreciating his warmth. ] What do you have in mind?
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For like ten whole minutes.
He leans into her a little bit more so it's easier to whisper.]
Not here. I'd have to show you at home.
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Mmm? What are you going to show me?
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You shouldn't be allowed out in public with a mouth like that, Mr. Becket.
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Take me home then, Mrs. Becket.
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Not until you finish your food. [ She chides gently, smiling all the same. ]
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It's your fault we haven't finished anything.
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Another forkful, then?
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It's a good thing they're out of sight, because this means that Mako gets to respond with greater passion, with more ferocity borne out of affection, of love, of everything he inspires in her. Her fingers come to cradle the back of his head, keeping him there as her mouth parts further for him, shameless and wanting.
In between kisses, she pants: ]
Mmmph -- let's just go home.
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He gives her a lingering kiss, using his tongue to do that little trick that he knows she loves.]
Okay. If you insist.
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All that she knows is that when Raleigh wanders too close to their car, she's pretty much pushing him up against it and pressing flush against him, longing and eager and they're really not going to make it home, baby. ]
Here. [ She says, when she tiptoes to kiss him fiercely, passionately, a hand clenched in his shirt. ] I want you to take me here. No waiting.
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