[ oh, they're kissing again. that's really nice. raleigh is really pretty thrilled with this whole thing. even if he does think he should probably explain what mako is to him at some point tonight, just so naomi knows for sure what kind of relationship the two of them have.
but until she pulls back, he is more than okay with splaying his hands over her back and holding her close. the tea's probably getting cold. but naomi tastes better than any tea ever could, and raleigh would very much like to lose himself in this moment. ]
[ Her hands fall to his chest, mouth still moving against his. Naomi has no reference for how to describe what it's like, in this moment with Raleigh, except that it's like home in a way she hadn't realized she'd needed it. In a way she hadn't dared to hope to want.
Her hands fall even lower, a thumb hooking on his belt loop, the other coming around his waist as she leans in, shyness giving way just a little to desire, her teeth catching on his lower lip before she tilts her chin up so that their mouths slant together again. ]
[ if there's one thing that raleigh's really missed in the past six-ish years, it's been making out with a pretty girl. thinking about it like that makes him feel like he's a stupid kid again, but it's true. there's just something about kissing, about prolonged touching in general, that raleigh loves.
as naomi leans in, his hands slip from her back to find a home in the back pockets of her jeans. he pulls her flush against him as she bites his lip, a low chortle of amusement rolling in his chest. he opens his mouth against hers, tongue gliding against her upper lip before he pulls back just enough to whisper, ] We should probably-- [ another quick kiss ] --do this somewhere other than the kitchen.
[ the way he's whispering makes her pulse race. she hasn't been a teenager in years, but when she's around raleigh, he makes her feel young again. oh, she can't forget about her little girl any more than she could forget to breathe, because yancy is not a bonus to her life but a keystone that secures everything in place.
still, this is nice. ( she'd rushed through the last stretch of her childhood, halting full stop at being a teen and jumping right into the role of a parent and never once looking back because the life growing inside her was hers - it terrified her and made her cry because sometimes no one else understood I can't give the baby up, Kara don't ask that of me but it was hers. ) this is something that she's missed, something that sometimes she wishes she'd had before realizations would sink in and prompt her to shake her head because how could anyone match up to an ideal?
spoilers: you kind of can't. unless you're raleigh becket. because then the reality is so, so much better than a half-remembered dream.
she moves her hands over his, palms following the curve of his knuckles as his hands hold her in place.
her daughter's asleep and they're as alone as they can get in her house and if she feels a little daring, gaze unblinking as she searches his eyes, well. it's been so long since she's been with anyone else. ] Here's fine.
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but until she pulls back, he is more than okay with splaying his hands over her back and holding her close. the tea's probably getting cold. but naomi tastes better than any tea ever could, and raleigh would very much like to lose himself in this moment. ]
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Her hands fall even lower, a thumb hooking on his belt loop, the other coming around his waist as she leans in, shyness giving way just a little to desire, her teeth catching on his lower lip before she tilts her chin up so that their mouths slant together again. ]
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as naomi leans in, his hands slip from her back to find a home in the back pockets of her jeans. he pulls her flush against him as she bites his lip, a low chortle of amusement rolling in his chest. he opens his mouth against hers, tongue gliding against her upper lip before he pulls back just enough to whisper, ] We should probably-- [ another quick kiss ] --do this somewhere other than the kitchen.
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still, this is nice. ( she'd rushed through the last stretch of her childhood, halting full stop at being a teen and jumping right into the role of a parent and never once looking back because the life growing inside her was hers - it terrified her and made her cry because sometimes no one else understood I can't give the baby up, Kara don't ask that of me but it was hers. ) this is something that she's missed, something that sometimes she wishes she'd had before realizations would sink in and prompt her to shake her head because how could anyone match up to an ideal?
spoilers: you kind of can't. unless you're raleigh becket. because then the reality is so, so much better than a half-remembered dream.
she moves her hands over his, palms following the curve of his knuckles as his hands hold her in place.
her daughter's asleep and they're as alone as they can get in her house and if she feels a little daring, gaze unblinking as she searches his eyes, well. it's been so long since she's been with anyone else. ] Here's fine.