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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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.