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[ well, her pants are already halfway down her thighs by the time she's responding, and they're just weird there, so she kind of gracelessly kicks them off. but her underwear are still in place, so she can take his advice with those. slow and steady goes it, just the same way her fingertips drag across her breast. ]

You don't have to strip down slowly. There's plenty to savor after.

If you say so. Maybe I should take mine off too, just for the sake of uniformity.

[ and also because his dick is straining against the zipper in a way that's just not comfortable anymore. ]

Edited 2014-02-07 08:24 (UTC)

Yeah, I think you should. That's really only fair, you know?

Shirt too.

[ he makes quick work of unzipping, sliding them over his hips and kicking them off all the way, leaving him in boxer-briefs before tugging his tank top over his head. ]

Done.

Are your hands busy when you're not texting? Tell me what they're doing.

[ see, mako? fuck slow and steady. ]

Very busy. It's kinda hard to type with proper capitalization and punctuation, actually.

[ yes, okay, fine raleigh you win this little debate for once.

and he completely agrees that punctuation and capitalization (and spelling) are kind of going by the wayside now with the direction this conversation's headed, which is why her phone's ringing a moment later.

pickuppickuppickup. ]

[ oh, yup, she is completely okay with this development. ]

H - hey, [ she's breathing heavily into the mouth piece, but does her best to sound casual when she picks up. d...espite the fact she's just sandwiched her phone between her ear and shoulder and now both her hands are on her breasts. ]

[ he laughs a bit when he hears how breathless she is, but it's quickly stifled because fuck, she sounds like she's right there with him, so good in his ear — as she does in his head when they're drifting and sharing thoughts — and he was already excited before calling her but now he's fully hard and aching.

he flops down heavily on his bed, cradling the phone in one hand against his ear. ]

Hey. [ a long, breathy sigh as he tries to resist the temptation to touch himself just yet. ] So. Your hands. I want to hear what they're doing.

[ luckily for mako, raleigh is perfectly capable of keeping a running narrative of everything she does. it's like how she insists on talking while they're in gipsy's conn-pod despite the two of them being in each others head. it just feels right. so he asks her to talk, and raleigh talks.

a lot. ]

I'm touching my chest, [ she breathes, and takes a moment to glance down her front. ]

I see why they issue us sweaters and bomber jackets. It's kind of cold in here. [ you're also naked and on top of your blankets rally. she'd had her shirt on and her pants somewhere around her calves when he'd stumbled upon her last. ] You should see what my nipples do.

[ he would never tell her so (because that'd be like gushing and mako mori does not gush okay), but he loves the fact that she talks in the conn-pod despite the redundancy. it helps him focus — he needs it after having chased the rabbit, that first time — and it's a comfort, for lack of a better term.

he thinks maybe she instinctively knows it, anyway, so there's no need to say it.

and he definitely doesn't forget that image he walked in on, how he hadn't seen her chest but now he's filled with curiosity. was that an invitation? maybe not yet, maybe she's just describing. ]

...I want to see it. [ trust him, he does. ] Are you playing with them?

[ it's not an invitation. not yet, at least — though she'd be hard put to complain if he up and decided to come a-knocking. ]

Uh-huh. [ or, like, she is now; rolling one between her thumb and forefinger, tugging gently and sighing into the phone receiver. ]

Only a little bit. They're sensitive, you see...

...I bet they are.

[ details, raleigh, he wants details, so he can see this going down in his own head; he huffs a slightly impatient breath, his free hand creeping down to stroke his stomach as his voice softens and drops. ]

Teasing the nipple between your fingers, or rolling it against the palm of your hand?

[ ...and that sigh she's doing is starting to undo him, bit by bit. ]

With my fingers.

[ though she's stopped, instead dragging rounded, dull nails along her sternum and down around her navel. her left hand stays at her other breast, massaging softly even as her breath catches and she kneads her feet into her sheets. ]

That's, ah — not exactly what I want to be doing with my fingers, though. You know, I, uh — [ and she shudders, all anticipation and tightly coiled nerves despite being by herself and knowing exactly what she's going to do to herself. ]

Oh god — when I squeeze my thighs together I can feel how wet I am. Ugh, Mako.

[ she's known for a while that she likes to say his name just to say it. now she's learned she likes to moan his name just to moan it as well. ]

[ he has to close his eyes at that, at hearing her describe how wet she is and then how she moans his name, because she makes it physically impossible not to with that raw need and longing bleeding through. ]

Slowly, [ he forces himself to say it, not just for her benefit but for his, as well — his hand is sliding down into his boxer-briefs, sliding over his dick and gripping, just a quick squeeze as he groans softly. ]

...say my name again, just like that.

M — Mako.

[ it's not exactly the same intonation as before, but the desire is there. ]

M... maybe you should just —

[ no, raleigh, you're having phone sex; outright inviting him over would just ruin the illusion here. and hey, this was hot. hot and a little weird, but a lot less embarrassing than him walking in on her with romeo. she takes his advice, and when she slips her hand into her panties, she does so slowly and groans. ]

I want you. I w — maybe I should just pull out Romeo Blue again, but if I do that I'm totally going to come way too quickly.

[ he wants so many things, now, too. he wants to throw open his door and sprint across the hall (in his fucking boxer-briefs no less), he wants to fuck her to satisfy them both, he wants her to pull out Romeo Blue and demonstrate in front of him how she makes herself come, he wants to help her with his fingers or his tongue or his dick or whatever she wants — whatever it is that she wants of him he'll give to her, unreservedly.

he almost asks do you want me there, do you want me to come over, but he holds himself in check out of sheer willpower and hisses a sharp breath between his teeth as he wraps his hand firmly around the base of his dick, stroking leisurely upwards. ]

— I don't want you to come quickly, I want to talk you through it. [ this time, at least. ] I want to hear what you sound like while you're stroking yourself, I want to hear what you want me to do to you.

...Tell me what were you thinking about earlier, while you were using Romeo when I caught you.

You're so... bossy.

[ not that she particularly minds. god no. kinda the exact opposite of that, you know. for someone who has a hard time taking orders from her superiors, raleigh could certainly get used to taking them from him.

she hadn't been kidding about how wet she was. she'd come already once before, about an hour ago, and was already amped up and rearing to go — which had probably entirely to do with who was on the opposite end of the phone line and how husky his voice had gotten. this time she wants something inside her (him inside her) instead of grinding against her vibrator, but teases her clit casually instead of jumping straight to finger fucking herself. slowly, he'd said, and slowly she'd do. ]

I, ah — um, I wasn't think about anything. [ blank arousal is the best arousal, and her mind tended to go white with orgasms anyway. raleigh's licking her lips without even realizing it. ] But next time I'm going to be thinking about — about this, about you.

[ he tries not to be bossy in most instances, but it comes out anyway — consequence of being the adopted son of a strict disciplinarian like stacker. but more than that, mako genuinely wants to listen to her, to hear every sound she makes while she's touching herself, to hear her coming on her own fingers and imagining they're his.

he tries to stifle a breathy moan between his closed lips, but he's not completely successful; the strokes of his hand are long and slow and gliding and he's worked up enough that his hips are lifting a bit with each pull. ]

— Raleigh. [ it's only fair that he show her how it feels to hear his name moaned out, like that. his voice is still quiet but with a rougher edge around it, his breath hitching softly as he speaks. ] About me, doing what to you — tell me.

About you, um —

[ man, what was she thinking about him doing to her? raleigh was pretty sure mako just being in her company would be enough to get her off, he didn't have to do anything. which might be a little kinky in and of itself. ]

Watching me. Touch myself. You could tell me what to do — how to touch myself, if you wanted to.

— Do you want me to? To watch you, to tell you what to do. [ he wastes no time in asking because he'd already considered going to her room expressly for that purpose, to watch her, to encourage her, to coax her to come.

his sigh is a bit shaky now. ] I don't think I could keep my hands off of myself if I watched you do that, though.

That's okay, you could touch yourself. Totally touch yourself, self-touching is encouraged.

[ and it hits her like a brick in the face that he's totally doing that right now, doing exactly what she's doing and god damn if that doesn't get her worked up. she can picture it, and is going to take her own advice and let her hands slide lower, slipping two fingers inside herself and fucking in and out of herself within the confines of her panties. ]

It's just — me you couldn't touch. And I'd ask you to, I'd beg you too — because I'd love to feel your fingers in me — but you couldn't. 'C — 'cause that'd defeat the entire purpose of...of... [ what was she talking about? fuck it, it didn't matter. ]

[ no, he gets it, he's there with her, he knows what she's trying to say even if she's not sure what it is herself; and hearing her like that makes him lose some of the edit function in his head he's held so tightly to until now. ]

...You're playing with your cunt now, aren't you...fucking yourself with your fingers, I can hear it in your voice. [ he sighs as he says it, his groan low and vibrating, almost a purr in his throat before it ends on a slight gasp. ] I'd give anything to watch you do that right now while I'm stroking my cock like this —

— fuck, you've got me so hard, Raleigh.

[ w o w

wow, mako. raleigh's breath catches so hard it's audible, and she can feel herself tighten around her fingers, even if he can't. on the list of things raleigh becket had never expected to hear mako mori say, cunt was pretty high up there, and it's doing things for her now that she'd heard it. ]

Uh... Uh-huh, [ she confirms breathily. at some point, her head had tipped back and eyes slipped closed, and now all manner of vivid mental images were flashing through her head — mostly directly corresponding with the filthy words coming from his mouth. ]

Good... Yeah, good — I like you hard. I should get you hard more often, then I can imagine you're fucking me more often. [ finger fucking herself gets exponentially more satisfying when she's imagining it's him, that he's with her instead of her just being all by her lonesome. and they're having phone sex, and it ruins the illusion but raleigh just can't help herself... ]

You could c — come. Over, I mean. Come over and then come. I don't like just talking about things, I think we should take action.

[ there's no sound on the other end, except an audible disconnecting click. and then a moment later, heard from her quarters, the sound of mako's door across the corridor being opened and shut.

he doesn't waste anymore time because he's wanted this since she first mentioned she was shedding clothes, since he'd walked in on her earlier, and he simply wraps a towel around his lower half — his boxer-briefs long pushed down his thighs and kicked off — and slips into a pair of houseslippers (because bare feet) and sprints across the hall, stopping before her door and quickly punching in her code on the electronic keypad.

it's how he'd entered before and caught her in the act, only this time he's been properly invited. ] — Raleigh, I'm coming in.

[ and then he's inside her room, shutting the door securely behind him and turning to look at her on the bed. ]

[ the dial tone clicks, and raleigh's scrambling instantly.

there's something a lot more real about the situation now that it's becoming more than idle phone sex, and raleigh's attempting to regain... what? composure, maybe? except what's really the point of that? still, she's pulling her fingers out of herself, and dragging her hand out of her underwear. there's several long moments in which raleigh simultaneously mourns the loss of stimulation and tries to figure out what she's going to do with herself, in the end sitting up and unceremoniously wiping her hand on her sheets as the sound of another door opening and closing sounds from across the hallway.

she sort of half stands up, like she's going to go let him in, and gets two steps away from the bed before he says he's coming in. and then her door is open and shut, and maybe she should feel more awkward about standing in the middle of her room with nothing but sopping wet panties. but it's mako. when she'd said she was comfortable with him, she meant it. in fact, the most uncomfortable thing about this situation was that they weren't touching immediately; that they weren't naked despite the rather obvious erection he was sporting underneath his towel.

for all she'd been insisting on action, now raleigh's just staring, taking him in and darting her tongue across her lips before mustering a quiet: ]

I wasn't serious. When I said you couldn't touch me, I wasn't serious.

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:3

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do these two dorks realize that they are across the hall from each other

shhhhh phone sex is still fun. also they're morons

yes on both counts :3

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just wiping my brain of that plurk, excuse me

badonkadick

:< let him touch your honeypot

no, pooh bear, noooooo

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mako is the literal worst, i think

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