She isn't exactly dragging her steps, and yes she knows where he is, but it takes her longer to get back to home base, because... because she is nervous. Because it's Raleigh.
Who - fuck you, Tendo - she accidentally texted with way too much information about her sex life, and who is apparently asking to try out bondage with her. Because it's a Thursday? God knows.
You have faced down kaijuu, and stopped the apocalypse, and wrestled your shoes out of Max's mouth. This is nothing! You can do this.
Sure she can. It's just her co-pilot. It's only her drift partner. Sure, they haven't drifted in a few months, not needing to since the war ended, but it's never going to be a just kind of scenario. Which is why she is determined that they speak. Face to face. With words, not text. About why he wants something sexual, and why she's finding out about it through text, and how much it has to do with the kink itself as opposed to her.
There is a lot to discuss. So she's going to knock on his door this time, instead of waiting for him to feel her presence outside and open it.
He's not really sure where all this came from, if he's being honest with himself. He knew pretty quickly those messages weren't technically for him, but instead of immediately correcting her like he should have done and laughing it off, he'd...played along and confessed something that had been playing at the edges of his mind.
Not the bondage, necessarily. But something more, between them.
He's always hesitated when it came to stuff like this - it's why his older brother always ended up poaching his dates, you're hesitating again, kiddo - and it was true. He always dragged his feet and ended up losing out because he waited too damn long.
Maybe that's what prompted him to reply the way he did - finding out she's making those sorts of appointments with other people did something nasty inside him so...he played along.
And now here he is, heart slamming against his ribcage like a hammer, opening the door with a smile.
A disarming smile, that kind that sends her pulse from steady to erratic in a milisecond. She resents it almost as much as she welcomes it, because that bond between them is going to be strong no matter what.
And stubborn.
"Hi." She gives him a tentative smile of her own, and shuffles her weight from one foot to another. She has come straight to his door, so she's still wearing her coat and knitted hat, and the massive scarf that's threatening to swallow up her face.
"Do you have any tea?" The chill is gone by now. It turns out that facing Raleigh is enough to create a sort of fire inside her, which up until now she stubbornly equated with either drift compatibility or fighting compatibility.
They fight well together. They work well together. They practically read each other's minds.
Everything else... every other possibility took second place in the grand scheme of things. In the rebuilding, the moving on, the relearning how to live after the kaijuu wars. Especially that she finds him unfairly attractive.
She steps inside, and takes the scarf off, dropping it and her bag on one of the chairs. As she works on the buttons of her coat, without looking at him just yet, she scrambles up the courage to say: "I didn't think you wanted me like that."
"You know I do." He flashes her another smile as he turns to dig it out and get some water heating up. He always keeps her favorite in here, just in case. Comes in handy today.
Her words, though, he pauses briefly in his work before he gets back to it.
Saying it's a new discovery is a bit of a lie, he's thought about it in passing more than once. But acting on it...
She sheds the last layer too - the coat and the hat, and feels the loss like loss of armour. A little bit.
"And what line would that have been?"
Back in the aftermath, with the press running a million stories on the legendary heroes, with the story of Mako Mori, now grown up and capable, she'd read at least a dozen different takes on who she was, how she was perceived.
"I know that they wrote about me as if I didn't have desires of my own beyond vengeance, but I'm alive. I have needs, and desires, and I - I want." She presses her lips together for a moment, and steels her voice. "You could have asked."
She shrugs - sure, a valid sentiment, the press can definitely do one, but it's easier said than done.
This is ridiculous. She's not going to stand here, wondering if he really wants her, if he really wants to cross that line, just questioning and questioning it.
Instead, she walks up to him, until their toes touch, close and within reach. And since she could just ask, she says: "I want to kiss you. Can I?"
She doesn't mean to trap him, really, but as soon as he gives her that permission, she steps closer until he's pressed against the counter, and reaches up. Cups his face with both hands, and pulls him in for a kiss.
It's tentative, first. Or maybe the word for it is determined, but teasing. A whisper of a kiss to his upper lip, a smile, a graze of her teeth against his lower lip. Then finally, more.
It is that, and more than good, it is satisfying and warm and safe. She tips her head back, leaning into him, and smiles against his lips first, before she lets her tongue dart out to brush against his.
Electric - like a different sort of drift.
With a deep breath through her nose, she lets out a little impatient growl, and presses her lips to his harder, reaching for the front of his shirt and yank him closer.
Warm, safe. Words Raleigh likely would have never associated with himself but in this, they are precisely what he feels. What she feels like.
He goes, there are no objections when she grips his shirt and tugs. He goes willingly, eagerly, a little desperately, maybe. He presses in, and drops his arms to wrap tightly around her and drag her in flush against him.
It's not as though she relies heavily on the submission-dominance game to get off, but she's used it to take the edge. Controlling every encounter with people who don't live as close to her heart was importat, felt vital. She needed that control, because sharing her vulnerability with others outside of Raleigh nowadays feels wrong.
But when she kisses him, she doesn't want to just do it as prelude to them using each other for physical gratification. She wants to melt into every kiss, and touch. When he pulls her closer, she drowns a whimper against his lips, and nips at his lower lip a little ungently.
On perfect timing, the kettle goes off so loudly that it makes Mako jump a little, and then laugh at her jumpiness.
"No tea is fine," she murmurs between tender little kisses. "More kissing is better." Then, to make sure: "Yes?"
Jesus. The kettle nearly makes him jump out of his skin. He let's go of her just long enough to make it stop whistling.
"Jesus," he says, a little breathless, smile soft against her lips. "More kissing," he agrees, slipping his arm back around her, hand warm on her lower back. "Yes. Yes."
Good, it's good that he agrees, maybe another sign of compatibility right there? She is so glad she took the coat off, since this is searing her, every touch of his lips electric.
She pulls back when she needs air, and takes him in. She has accidentally shoved him back against the counter, and has pressed herself so close that their hipbones might as well grind together at this point.
That same restless, impatient energy is oozing off of him in waves, and it makes her blurt out: "I bought them. The silk ropes."
It's one thing to joke about it via text, one thing to acknowledge a casual curiosity for it via text, but to be face to face with him when she admits that the kink is there is...well. She's waiting for his reaction on baited breath.
"Maybe," he says, toying with her sweater, rocking his hips against her a little. They've bridged the gap, crossed all the lines. No going back now, and he doesn't want to.
She licks her lips, unintentionally coy, her breath stuttering in her chest a bit. "I think - no. That wouldn't be bad."
It hits her again very suddenly, and very sweetly, that she'd been kissing Raleigh for about ten minutes or so. Real kissing, real purposeful making out, where all there had been once were thoughts and wishes. It hits her with the force of a Jaeger hitting the ocean floor, and all there is is hunger.
She leans in and presses her lips to his jawline, bringing her hands up under his shirt to start pulling it up, and eventually off. "That would be really good, actually. Let's do that."
His eyes drop to her mouth, the perfect bow of it, to kiss stung lips and a pink tongue.
"Good," he says again, letting her pull it off and over his head, hair a rumpled mess. Because he thinks it would be good, too - and with his gone, he tugs at hers, gently tugging, take all this off.
It's hard not to be just a little bit excited and giddy, at the fact that they're naked together. Well, sort of naked, somewhat naked. It shows in the way her lips part, and how she pulls back to drink in the sight of him.
Those scars are ever present, and darker against his skin, under the sharp light of his room. The light doesn't really match the way she reaches out, and touches him from his shoulder down to over his heart, then down to his hip with one hand. But they'll make do, create some softness in the world around them.
Improvise - they're good at that.
"Let's - bed," she manages to let out, after leaning in to kiss him just above his collarbone. Bite him there a little, too, all full of promise. Then, very dramatically, she takes her bra off.
They're on both sides now; a matching set. Old on one, new on the other. He's so used to them, used to the nerve damage, the pain, that when she touches him he blinks down in mild surprise, like oh yeah, that's there, isn't it.
He cups the back of her head, gently running his fingers through her soft hair before she pulls back.
"Bed," he agrees, and they should both dramatically take the rest of their clothes off, because Mako bought rope, and he's here to be tied up for your pleasure.
She nods, like they haven't already agreed to go to bed. She steps back to let him dramatically undress, biting the inside of her cheek to cover up the giddy excitement. It's Raleigh, and she wants him so much, and it's all of a sudden possible to have him, and he - he wants her to tie him up and boss him around a bit, too.
She's so happy she could - she does - squeal a little bit. And when she notices she did that, she blushes, most indecently. "Right, bed."
She falters, then moves to retrieve the roll of silken ropes she bought just today, getting it open and tossing it on the bed before taking off her pants, too. She leaves her panties on, and she leaves her knee-high socks on, because of mostly the chill in the room, and because she can tease him better.
"Lie down here on your back," she murmurs, after arranging pillows at the headboard in a way that will be comfortable for him.
She bites her lower lip, the only betrayal of her nerves, and gets up on the bed, straddling his waist. She does not sit down in his lap, does not offer friction or tease, but she's a short woman - she's close enough.
"Arms up," she instructs gently, pulling the ropes loose so she can use them. As soon as he obeys - and she knows he will - she will tie them neatly together, and loop the ropes around the headboard a few times. Loosely restrictive, but completely out of his control.
"Bossing you around?" she asks, with an easy smile, then sits back to inspect her work. "Pretty," she murmurs to herself, taking in the view. Raleigh Beckett, tied up on his bed, ready to be taken.
She leans over him, pressing a kiss to his forehead - gratitude, for doing this - and then stealing an unforgiving, heated one from his lips. She'll have him gasping for it soon. Maybe even begging for it.
"Maybe I'm secretly a pirate," she jokes, lips quirking up into a little smirk. Mako's sense of humour: 1.
He is looking pretty for her, all tied up. And she want to devour him like this, to ride his face and ride his dick and bring them over the edge together. But the tender part is the new part - that they want this. That they want this kind of physical relationship.
She pulls back from the kiss and presses her lips to his brow, then pulls back to look him in the eye. "We should have discussed this earlier but you can have a set of words to say, if at any point you are not comfortable. Likewise, if I check in with you I will expect you to be honest and tell me, yes? Green to keep going, yellow to ease back, and red to stop. If you say red, there will be no judgement, I will stop."
Oh, yes. That lick goes all the way down to her clit, almost as efficiently as if he'd put his mouth there. Her breath caught, she pushes her thumb past his lips to press against his tongue, possessive and intense.
"Good. Now suck," she whispers, because Mako likes to praise. She does it very rarely, but she likes to, and with Raleigh it's hard to not want to. Tell him how wonderful he is, how precious, and how cared for.
She throws one leg over him and comes to sit just above his lap, maybe more like straddling his waist here, her core pressed against nothing erotic in particular. Her free hand is against his chest for balance, and when she thinks her thumb is wet enough, she draws it out and brushes it against his left nipple.
He parts his lips, taking her thumb in his mouth, running his tongue over her skin, slow, deliberate, like he's tracing the alphabet. It's talented, that tongue, and could easily be put to better use elsewhere.
When she takes it from him he groans a little, rocking up a little into her. His cock is painfully untouched, hard and heavy, flushed and beginning to leak. It doesn't help when she drags her damp thumb over his skin, nipple pebbling under her touch.
She lifts her hips, for all intents and purposes appearing as if she is about to press down against his erection, give him some much-needed friction. But instead, what she does is to lean over him, and kisses that groan away.
As she licks his lower lip, and takes it in her teeth, she brings her thumb and forefinger around his nipple. She bites his lip, and pinches at nipple at the same time.
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She isn't exactly dragging her steps, and yes she knows where he is, but it takes her longer to get back to home base, because... because she is nervous. Because it's Raleigh.
Who - fuck you, Tendo - she accidentally texted with way too much information about her sex life, and who is apparently asking to try out bondage with her. Because it's a Thursday? God knows.
You have faced down kaijuu, and stopped the apocalypse, and wrestled your shoes out of Max's mouth. This is nothing! You can do this.
Sure she can. It's just her co-pilot. It's only her drift partner. Sure, they haven't drifted in a few months, not needing to since the war ended, but it's never going to be a just kind of scenario. Which is why she is determined that they speak. Face to face. With words, not text. About why he wants something sexual, and why she's finding out about it through text, and how much it has to do with the kink itself as opposed to her.
There is a lot to discuss. So she's going to knock on his door this time, instead of waiting for him to feel her presence outside and open it.
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Not the bondage, necessarily. But something more, between them.
He's always hesitated when it came to stuff like this - it's why his older brother always ended up poaching his dates, you're hesitating again, kiddo - and it was true. He always dragged his feet and ended up losing out because he waited too damn long.
Maybe that's what prompted him to reply the way he did - finding out she's making those sorts of appointments with other people did something nasty inside him so...he played along.
And now here he is, heart slamming against his ribcage like a hammer, opening the door with a smile.
"Hey."
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And stubborn.
"Hi." She gives him a tentative smile of her own, and shuffles her weight from one foot to another. She has come straight to his door, so she's still wearing her coat and knitted hat, and the massive scarf that's threatening to swallow up her face.
"Can I come in?"
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She's...adorable like that, he realizes as he moves back to open the door wider and let her in. Like he would ever tell her no.
"Do you want a drink or something?" She looks cold and hey, whiskey takes the chill off pretty well.
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They fight well together. They work well together. They practically read each other's minds.
Everything else... every other possibility took second place in the grand scheme of things. In the rebuilding, the moving on, the relearning how to live after the kaijuu wars. Especially that she finds him unfairly attractive.
She steps inside, and takes the scarf off, dropping it and her bag on one of the chairs. As she works on the buttons of her coat, without looking at him just yet, she scrambles up the courage to say: "I didn't think you wanted me like that."
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Her words, though, he pauses briefly in his work before he gets back to it.
Saying it's a new discovery is a bit of a lie, he's thought about it in passing more than once. But acting on it...
"I didn't want to cross a line."
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"And what line would that have been?"
Back in the aftermath, with the press running a million stories on the legendary heroes, with the story of Mako Mori, now grown up and capable, she'd read at least a dozen different takes on who she was, how she was perceived.
"I know that they wrote about me as if I didn't have desires of my own beyond vengeance, but I'm alive. I have needs, and desires, and I - I want." She presses her lips together for a moment, and steels her voice. "You could have asked."
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He presses the button down on his little electric kettle and turns to face her, leaning against his little counter and folding his arms.
"So could you," he says gently, tipping his head to look at her. Have asked, he means. "Fuck the papers."
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This is ridiculous. She's not going to stand here, wondering if he really wants her, if he really wants to cross that line, just questioning and questioning it.
Instead, she walks up to him, until their toes touch, close and within reach. And since she could just ask, she says: "I want to kiss you. Can I?"
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"Yes." He pushes himself up off the counter as she walks over, dropping his arms. "Please."
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It's tentative, first. Or maybe the word for it is determined, but teasing. A whisper of a kiss to his upper lip, a smile, a graze of her teeth against his lower lip. Then finally, more.
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It's a good kiss, he thinks, as first kisses go. Teasing, and it sends flutters down his spine, a little thrill to his belly.
He lifts a hand to cup her face, thumbing her cheek, teasing at her lips with his tongue, seeking to meet hers.
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Electric - like a different sort of drift.
With a deep breath through her nose, she lets out a little impatient growl, and presses her lips to his harder, reaching for the front of his shirt and yank him closer.
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He goes, there are no objections when she grips his shirt and tugs. He goes willingly, eagerly, a little desperately, maybe. He presses in, and drops his arms to wrap tightly around her and drag her in flush against him.
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But when she kisses him, she doesn't want to just do it as prelude to them using each other for physical gratification. She wants to melt into every kiss, and touch. When he pulls her closer, she drowns a whimper against his lips, and nips at his lower lip a little ungently.
On perfect timing, the kettle goes off so loudly that it makes Mako jump a little, and then laugh at her jumpiness.
"No tea is fine," she murmurs between tender little kisses. "More kissing is better." Then, to make sure: "Yes?"
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"Jesus," he says, a little breathless, smile soft against her lips. "More kissing," he agrees, slipping his arm back around her, hand warm on her lower back. "Yes. Yes."
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She pulls back when she needs air, and takes him in. She has accidentally shoved him back against the counter, and has pressed herself so close that their hipbones might as well grind together at this point.
That same restless, impatient energy is oozing off of him in waves, and it makes her blurt out: "I bought them. The silk ropes."
It's one thing to joke about it via text, one thing to acknowledge a casual curiosity for it via text, but to be face to face with him when she admits that the kink is there is...well. She's waiting for his reaction on baited breath.
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"Did you?" Raleigh murmurs, fingers toying with the material of her sweater, lips brushing against hers as he speaks. "Good."
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"Are you trying to get me naked, Mr Beckett?" she asks, voice silky and low, and hands landing on his hips.
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"Would that be so bad?"
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It hits her again very suddenly, and very sweetly, that she'd been kissing Raleigh for about ten minutes or so. Real kissing, real purposeful making out, where all there had been once were thoughts and wishes. It hits her with the force of a Jaeger hitting the ocean floor, and all there is is hunger.
She leans in and presses her lips to his jawline, bringing her hands up under his shirt to start pulling it up, and eventually off. "That would be really good, actually. Let's do that."
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"Good," he says again, letting her pull it off and over his head, hair a rumpled mess. Because he thinks it would be good, too - and with his gone, he tugs at hers, gently tugging, take all this off.
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Those scars are ever present, and darker against his skin, under the sharp light of his room. The light doesn't really match the way she reaches out, and touches him from his shoulder down to over his heart, then down to his hip with one hand. But they'll make do, create some softness in the world around them.
Improvise - they're good at that.
"Let's - bed," she manages to let out, after leaning in to kiss him just above his collarbone. Bite him there a little, too, all full of promise. Then, very dramatically, she takes her bra off.
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He cups the back of her head, gently running his fingers through her soft hair before she pulls back.
"Bed," he agrees, and they should both dramatically take the rest of their clothes off, because Mako bought rope, and he's here to be tied up for your pleasure.
And his.
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She's so happy she could - she does - squeal a little bit. And when she notices she did that, she blushes, most indecently. "Right, bed."
She falters, then moves to retrieve the roll of silken ropes she bought just today, getting it open and tossing it on the bed before taking off her pants, too. She leaves her panties on, and she leaves her knee-high socks on, because of mostly the chill in the room, and because she can tease him better.
"Lie down here on your back," she murmurs, after arranging pillows at the headboard in a way that will be comfortable for him.
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Really cute, like most things Mako does.
"Yes ma'am." He obeys, vulnerable and naked, leaning back on the pillows while he watches her with big blue eyes.
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"Arms up," she instructs gently, pulling the ropes loose so she can use them. As soon as he obeys - and she knows he will - she will tie them neatly together, and loop the ropes around the headboard a few times. Loosely restrictive, but completely out of his control.
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"You're good at that," he says with a small smile, because there's no getting out of that until she lets him.
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She leans over him, pressing a kiss to his forehead - gratitude, for doing this - and then stealing an unforgiving, heated one from his lips. She'll have him gasping for it soon. Maybe even begging for it.
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"Uh huh. And knot tying."
He tips his head, letting her take the lead, lips parted as she steals a searing kiss.
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He is looking pretty for her, all tied up. And she want to devour him like this, to ride his face and ride his dick and bring them over the edge together. But the tender part is the new part - that they want this. That they want this kind of physical relationship.
She pulls back from the kiss and presses her lips to his brow, then pulls back to look him in the eye. "We should have discussed this earlier but you can have a set of words to say, if at any point you are not comfortable. Likewise, if I check in with you I will expect you to be honest and tell me, yes? Green to keep going, yellow to ease back, and red to stop. If you say red, there will be no judgement, I will stop."
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He listens to her, though - really listens nodding as he takes it in. That all makes sense, but also - damn, Mako.
"Okay. That's fair. Same goes for you, though I'm the one tied up," he says, smiling a little.
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She brushes her thumb along his lower lip, tracing its fullness, commiting it to memory, and then meets his eyes. "Green now?"
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"Very green."
i'm in a mood today and you can tell what it is (thirst)
"Good. Now suck," she whispers, because Mako likes to praise. She does it very rarely, but she likes to, and with Raleigh it's hard to not want to. Tell him how wonderful he is, how precious, and how cared for.
She throws one leg over him and comes to sit just above his lap, maybe more like straddling his waist here, her core pressed against nothing erotic in particular. Her free hand is against his chest for balance, and when she thinks her thumb is wet enough, she draws it out and brushes it against his left nipple.
we all benefit from these moods of yours
When she takes it from him he groans a little, rocking up a little into her. His cock is painfully untouched, hard and heavy, flushed and beginning to leak. It doesn't help when she drags her damp thumb over his skin, nipple pebbling under her touch.
we do - especially raleigh
As she licks his lower lip, and takes it in her teeth, she brings her thumb and forefinger around his nipple. She bites his lip, and pinches at nipple at the same time.