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[sheathedsteel]

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[jockeying]

[ she doesn't get it, not really, but raleigh offers a sort of gentle nod and let's it drop — for now, of course.

her hands undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt and she's peeling both of their clothes off with efficiency before wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him to her. they fuck, but raleigh is distracted and the entire thing lacks the enthusiasm that she usually pours between them.

afterwards, raleigh strokes the back of his neck until they both simultaneously move; until he rolls off her and she rolls out from under him. but instead of gluing herself to his side and viciously cuddling in post coital bliss, like usual, she just stares at the ceiling and strokes idle patterns along her abdomen. ]

[sheathedsteel]

[ he's sated, but it doesn't feel right — and he's pretty sure it has everything to do with the fact that raleigh isn't touching him.

mako catches his breath when his ardor finally cools, and turns his head to look at her beside him as she stares at the ceiling; she seems a million miles away, whereas after sex he's grown accustomed to her clinging to him like a limpet in a hurricane.

...'grown accustomed to' is a flippant lie that he tells himself. he loves her vicious cuddling. he misses it, right now.

which is why he's turning on his side toward her, sliding his arm over her naked hip and drawing her closer — not flush against him, but as close as she'll let him as he ducks his sweat-damped forehead against her ear.

he knows why she's doing this, and it's eating at him.

quietly: ] ...You think I don't feel anything, just because I don't say it.

[jockeying]

I didn't say that, [ she mumbles quietly. but she's wounded, shifting uncomfortably when he drapes himself across her. they're so open with one another on a regular basis that raleigh feels no need to hide the fact she's a little upset.

but it's not his fault. reckless and foolhardy, with no sense of foresight when it came to diving headlong into things — that was the becket way. while she meant it when she said it, perhaps she hadn't said it at the most opportune time. and just because she couldn't stop once she'd started didn't mean he was obligated to say anything back. belatedly, raleigh turns in his arms so she's facing him, and runs her finger along the dip in his sternum. ]

You don't have to say [ or feel ] anything just because I do, [ she tells him quietly, not looking at his face and shrugging as best she can while horizontal. ]