Tokyo, Japan.

[dontchaserabbits]

[Essentially placeholder text whee:

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!]

Comments

[co_pilot]

"Sometimes."

She is not above offering her opinion on certain subjects.

[dontchaserabbits]

"Like about watching something on the screen, seeing as how you're a door, not a window."

Raleigh's hands land on Mako's hips in case she doesn't realize that it's a joke and he really likes her sitting there.

[co_pilot]

"Were you even watching to begin with?"

Somehow she doubts that. Her own arms wind around his neck, her face the picture of playful determination.

[dontchaserabbits]

"Yup. Something about a dog and running. There was a boy with a bike. It was very educational."

[co_pilot]

She grins and settles there against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Educational?"

[dontchaserabbits]

"I assume so, anyway."

[co_pilot]

"That may be safe to assume."

She turns her head, covering her mouth with one cupped hand to stifle a yawn.

[dontchaserabbits]

"See that's stuff's -- " Yawning.

Contagious.

[co_pilot]

"Long day."

Cue sleepy nuzzling.

[dontchaserabbits]

Raleigh gives Mako's hair a long inhale. She is very solid, and it's something that Raleigh never ceases to appreciate.

"We can go upstairs?"

[co_pilot]

Instead of a verbal answer, he gets another yawn.

"I can go up. If you are not tired."

[dontchaserabbits]

"Are you kidding?"

Pass up a chance to record more evidence of Mako snoring?

"Just let me get my voice recorder..."

[co_pilot]

She reaches down to tweak his side, beneath his arm.

[dontchaserabbits]

"Ow! Not my fault you don't believe me."

[co_pilot]

"I'll give you something to record."

[dontchaserabbits]

"Bet you will."

>)

"Okay, okay - bed."

[co_pilot]

When she wakes, she rolls over to check the clock by habit before she remembers it's her day off.

And then she curls back in slowly, cuddles up against his broad source of warmth.

There may be a hand wandering lower, beneath the sheets.

[dontchaserabbits]

Raleigh's eyes snap open at Mako's touch, face immediately splitting into a broad grin. "Good morning."

[co_pilot]

Her hand drifts somewhere within the border of innocently touching and - not-so-innocently.

"Good morning."

[dontchaserabbits]

"Definitely, yes. Absolutely."

Just enough room now for Raleigh to scrabble to sitting with his back against the headboard, pulling at Mako's arm to get her sitting across his lap.

[co_pilot]

"Did you sleep well?"

What goes unspoken between them, as she settles is did you dream?

[dontchaserabbits]

Nodding: "About you."

[co_pilot]

She purses her lips to hide a smile.

"What was I doing?"

[dontchaserabbits]

"More or less what you were doing when I woke up.

"All my dreams come true," Raleigh drawls.

[co_pilot]

"Who says I am doing anything now?"

That hand very deliberately slides out of the neutral zone and back up to his shoulder.