Tokyo, Japan.

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Mako and Raleigh move to Japan primarily on the basis of Mako's engineering background to reconstruct a power grid for the new city rebuild. Raleigh's brain concentrates more on boots-on-the-ground kind of stuff: building a porch for the tiny-ass house they're living in, etc etc. He has received numerous invitations for boxing/fighting matches being held different places - all haphazard, but the one he accepts earlier this day is more of an exhibition hanbo sparring thing held in the neighborhood.

Basically, Raleigh's not home when Mako gets home, and when he does he will be all sweaty. Go!]

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[co_pilot]

That was not what was had in mind.

She's fighting back a grin when he picks her up, propping up by way of her elbow gently resting on his back.

"I'm glad you agree."

[dontchaserabbits]

Raleigh's just smiling at this point, letting his hand ride higher up Mako's leg as they go. "I always agree with fantastic ideas."

Once they hit the landing, Raleigh lets Mako down - it's the only way to get to the buttons on her shirt.

[co_pilot]

His is markedly easier to navigate - it's really only a matter of pushing it up over his head, her palms pressing against his abdomen (over his scars) once it's out of the way.

When she presses her lips to his chest, lingering to breathe him in, her eyes briefly drift closed.

[dontchaserabbits]

Shoes depart the same time as Mako's shirt - her top half of her new armor.

But those damn dress pants with the hook and the inside buttons and what the hell, women's clothing.

"Is this a trap or something?" Raleigh laughs. "This is ridiculous."

So - as a fan of the easier path in general - Raleigh abandons Mako's waistband and starts on her bra.

[co_pilot]

She hadn't bought the clothes with his ability to remove them in mind.

She's laughing, a soft quiet sound as her shoulders start to shake, her own hands roaming low, finding the waistband of his sweatpants instead - and one slipping down the front to touch him, palm gently cupping.

[dontchaserabbits]

Raleigh hisses through his teeth at the contact and reaches one hand down to press hers more solidly against him. Just for a moment, before he starts walking her back to sit on the bed. It gives him room to kneels in between Mako's legs and stick his head against her stomach to investigate this lock of hers.

"I'm going to figure this one out, I swear." And the laughing from Raleigh here is more noise than Mako's own, but it's still low and more of a rumble than anything else.

(Because they can laugh here. They both had good days.)

[co_pilot]

His breath tickles her stomach, and she stifles another chuckle, teeth sinking into her lower lip. She won't help him. He'll know as soon as she does, and he just seems so determined.

Instead, she runs her fingers through his hair, the soft short tufts, and gazes down at him.

Sometimes the way she feels about him is so deep, so intense that it threatens to fill her to bursting.

[dontchaserabbits]

"Yes. I am a genius."

Raleigh rocks back on his heels so that the newly-undone slacks can get pulled off with absolutely no care whatsoever. "Finally."

[co_pilot]

She lifts her feet one at a time, to assist.

And when she crawls backward onto the bed, beckoning him over her, her lips find his with the utmost certainty.

[dontchaserabbits]

There was a time where Raleigh had concerned himself with their size difference.

That ended about 20 seconds after meeting Mako in the Kwoon, so here is familiar, skin on skin and Raleigh's mouth moving from Mako's own to the hinge of her jaw.

"Did you come home wanting this?" Raleigh asks, letting his middle finger move to press into her.

[co_pilot]

"Not until I saw you."

She's half-breathless, fingertips digging into his side.

( it's about compatibility )

Hips rising, she rolls them over and straddles his waist, hands braced on either side of his head.

The ends of her hair trail over his chest as she begins her descent, mouth leading the way.

[dontchaserabbits]

It shouldn't be a thing that happens, but his breathing evens out as his heart speeds up. (Adrenaline receptor something or other that everyone always thought was so amazing at pilot training?)

As soon as Mako's mouth is around him, "Fuck, how are you even real?"

[co_pilot]

There is still that subtle hitch of breath, that hint that she's doing something right.

When she smiles, she knows he'll feel it there.

Inevitably, she turns her cheek against the juncture between hip and torso, nibbling the indentation.

[dontchaserabbits]

"Are you trying to kill me? Get up here -- "

[co_pilot]

She's already there before he finishes, crawling up the length of his body.

When she sinks down onto him, the tiniest breath leaves her, a whimper of a sigh.

[dontchaserabbits]

Raleigh is always the noisier one, letting out an honest-to-God moan when Mako starts to move.

(There was a while where they couldn't be this way - healing and publicity and all the things between them. Not anymore.)

Even the lessened sensation in his left arm feels alive and sparking, watching her.

[co_pilot]

Her features smooth out slowly, peace reflecting back at him. When her gaze locks onto his, it is hungry and satisfied all in the same second.

(They may spend their entire lives trying to get back to the intimacy of the Drift, but this is not a bad alternative.)

She leans down, her forehead nudging his as their hips collide, ease apart, come together again.

[dontchaserabbits]

The tip of Raleigh's thumb stays on Mako's chin, then her mouth. Touching is more real, more everything.

But then Raleigh feels the need to speed up, to press in and up and more - and there's that moan again, accentuated with a couple repeated "Fuck" here and there. He slows down slightly, but doesn't stop.

[co_pilot]

She turns into the contact, lips parting around his thumb, a small cry stifled when she closes her eyes.

The bedsheet wrinkles beneath her hand when she clutches it tightly, giving herself over, quaking as she nears completion.

[dontchaserabbits]

"You are gorgeous."

Out of his mouth before Raleigh even knows he said it.

[co_pilot]

If she hears it (and she does), she doesn't answer him right away - not until her body goes taut, vibrating, sparking like steel being forged.

She ignites from within, and it feels as though a little of the fire passes through her to him when her mouth finds his lazily in the aftermath.

[dontchaserabbits]

"Now if you will excuse me, I am going to go pass out." Blissful.

[co_pilot]

"Not shower?"

At the moment, however, his chest makes a very good pillow.

[dontchaserabbits]

"Why? You like me smelly apparently."

[co_pilot]

"It is not a bad smell."

And now the both of them are sweaty, so who really notices?