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[ 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.

[ and he'd expected to find her still on her bed, given their conversation, but mako's surprised to see that she's on her feet in the middle of her room, still in her underwear, looking rather like a deer caught in headlights. he stops short and just gazes at her, drinks all of her in from every inch of her bare skin to the fact that he can see how soaked she is between the legs through her panties.

he kicks off his slippers almost casually and pushes them aside a bit with his feet as if he's making himself at home, and then he meets her eyes and carefully unwraps the towel from around his hips and lays it over a chair before turning back to face her. his cock is still hard, even after the brief interruption, and it stands out from his body as though it were chiseled from stone. ]

I don't want to make you do anything you're not comfortable doing...

[ and he's not sure he wants to touch her just yet — he's extremely worked up after the text and phone teasing, and after just looking at her now, and not likely to last long when he actually does get inside her — but he approaches her slowly regardless, coming close enough to touch.

he's kissed her before to the point of breathlessness, but only her mouth and now he wants to kiss every inch of her if she'll let him.

he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of her panties, where it sits low on her hips. ] ...but I want to take these off. I want to watch you touch yourself, for me.

[ and the jury is still out whether he's going to stroke her as well, or just stroke himself while he watches. ]

I'm comfortable with you. [ just like she'd said earlier, and then once more, because verbalizations hold that much more weight than texts. ] You're an extension of myself.

[ but if he wants to play kinky games where they barely touch — his knuckles brushing her skin just inside her underwear doesn't count as touching — then she can go along with it. steel yourself against gratuitous begging now, mako, because it'll happen.

for now she's quiet. quiet and cooperatively nodding, even if she can't quite tear her gaze away from his erection. he's so lean, perhaps she didn't expect him to be quite so well endowed. or maybe — and more likely — she just didn't expect the rush of want, of need the rockets through her when she sees just how hard she's made him, and remembers that no touching deal she'd just agreed to.

fuck. ]

You can take them off, [ raleigh tells him belatedly, though she's over eager and shucking her own panties with what little grace she can manage. she'd never had an issue being naked, but completely bare, she has a few moments hesitance again, and glances between her feet, his cock, his face and her bed. ] D'you wanna sit down?

[ look at her excellent manners. ]

[ very courtesy, much polite, wow.

but right now mako's rethinking this decision of his to just watch and not touch, because while he's concerned about stamina — he wants it to be good for her the first time he's inside her — he's as hard as a fucking rock, he's held out this long already, and she looks so damn good, pale skin and scars and curves and just the barest brush of soft blonde hair between her thighs, covering the outer lips of her cunt that are flushed pink and wet with excitement. he wants to kneel down in front of her and just kiss her there, spread her with his fingers and use his lips and tongue until she begs, and then slide two fingers in her and keep going until she screams.

she can't seem to keep her eyes away from his dick, either, and it's both exciting and empowering — and in a flash of perversity, he wraps one hand around himself and steps back slightly so that she can see him give it a slow, leisurely stroke.

he's an extension of herself, she says, and he feels the same of her; then it shouldn't be hard to imagine it's raleigh's hand stroking him, now, and his hands on her body. ]

— No, [ he says quietly, in answer to her invitation to sit on the bed. ] I'll stand. You should lie on the bed. [ he'll use the chair on the other side of the room, if he needs it. ]

[ he suggest she gets on the bed, and raleigh is thiiiiis close to shaking her head. she wants to jump him. the realization occurs to her and suddenly all raleigh can think about is what it'd be like to wrap her legs around his waist and have him fuck her against the door. the ridges in the metal would dig into her back but she could deal with it, comfort would be a small price to pay to feel him deep in her, bottoming out and groaning against her shoulder while she tangled his hair around her hand.

she almost does it, too. at least almost surges forward to kiss him. she's rocking forward on the balls of her feet like she's about to take flight, but when she finally falters and takes a step, she pauses. drags her feet backwards until the back of her legs hit the edge of her bed.

raleigh sits down heavily, squeezes her thighs together to teasingly obstruct his view as a hand slips between her thighs and strokes down through downy, wet hair to rub against her clit. ]

You're gonna at least be close, right? You're gonna talk me through it? [ because now that she's learned he can spew filth with the same efficiency with which he can dispatch a kaiju, she'd like to see more demonstrations. ]

[ raleigh rocks forward on her feet, and mako nearly surges forward to meet her — he's not sure what he would do exactly, but it would involve some measure of kissing and most likely throwing her bodily down on the bed to fuck her properly. instead of this, which — while he admits it's anticipatory and exciting — is so much less direct.

but she sits down heavily on the bed instead, capitulating to him; her hand is between her legs and ostensibly touching herself, teasing herself, but she presses her thighs together so that he can't see.

as if to punish her somehow for it, mako moves away slightly from the bed, his cock still in hand, and his free hand finds the arm of her desk chair. he sinks down into it, stretching his legs languorously like a cat with his ass on the edge of the chair and still stroking himself all the while for her view.

but — ]

I'll talk you through it, from here. [ a breathless nod, slightly chastising, his eyes searching her out between her legs where she's hidden herself from him. ] But you have to spread your legs for me; I want to see what you're doing.

[ raleigh makes a strangled unhappy sound in the back of her throat, halfway between a whine and an angry huff. but she's agreeable — horny to the point of agreeable, and immediately spreads her legs again. she's open, naked, vulnerable; they're both naked, but raleigh almost feels like she's on display all spread out on her bed like this. she's a tactile creature, with a greater desire to touch and kiss and feel him now that he's actually here. when they'd just been on the phone, it'd been easy to get lost with just her own hand, but now she can see him and she needs him in the deepest of visceral ways, a way that makes her all the more sensitive and all the more dissatisfied with touching her own fingers. ]

That's so far away, [ she pouts softly. teasingly, she spreads her legs a little further, slips her fingers between her folds and spreads them — hot and pink and dripping wet — in a lewd display. her gaze, however, stays fixed on his face. ] Can you even actually see?

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mako is the literal worst, i think

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