[ it's raleigh's fault. yeah, she was right there with him, but he makes her feel young again, makes her feel like she isn't a mom with a grown kid who wants to apply to a university all the way on the other side of the country mom, UCLA has a terrific women's studies course, of course i want it, they reopened the Shatterdome there, it'll be great, you'll see, you and Dad can come visit and shit.
she protests when he picks her up, gives him wide-eyed, mock glares and goes raleigh, your arm but he kisses her and it's like all sense flies out the window. ( she really, really loves him. she agonizes over it to alison and it's a little embarrassing when mako is there to tease right back and tell her how amusing it is when raleigh shows off pictures of 'his girls' on his phone. )
they settle on the edge of her bed and her shirt comes off, and then her fingers are in his hair, cradling his head as his mouth presses against her neck, across her collarbone. her breath hitches when he nips at her clavicle, the rough texture of his tongue making her ache between her legs.
he's taking forever with her bra though and she swats his hands gently away, unclasping it in one fluid motion because it's a life skill every girl has to know.
she presses her mouth to his and murmurs: ] You need practice.
idk comedy is just a lot easier to write than sexy things
You need a different bra, [ he retorts as he pulls back from the kiss.
it's not that he doesn't like kissing her. he really, really does. but her bra is gone and so he would much rather pay attention to her very nice boobs which are at just the right height for him to nuzzle and kiss. his right hand slides from the base of her spine until it's splayed between her shoulder blades, a quiet support. his left hand cups one of her breasts and his thumb flicks over a nipple at the same time his tongue meets its twin.
there's a lot of things raleigh really likes about women. he's very much attracted to assertive women who could probably hand him his ass in one arena or another. he likes sharp tongues and sharper minds, even if he can't always keep up with them. nice and friendly smiles are more likely to gain his attention faster than any flirtatious look. but he could probably wax poetic for an embarrassingly long time about how much he likes naomi's boobs.
so he pays them quite a bit of attention, even as he carefully scoots backwards until his back hits the headboard. and then he leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses as he makes his way back to her mouth. ] God, you're so beautiful, Naomi. [ you can tell he's enjoying himself by how his mouth starts running without his brain's permission. ]
[ she's got his head cradled in her hands and her eyes flutter closed when his mouth closes over her. there's a sound that escapes her at that, something a little rounder than ah but not quite oh and when he moves his tongue over her nipple in time to the circular motion of his tongue, then it's his fault then that she rocks little bit against him.
his mouth comes back up to hers and the awe in his voice makes her flush because the thing about raleigh is that he will literally say that the moon and sun set and rise at the beck and call of the people he loves.
he makes her feel beautiful. he really does. ] You're very pretty too, Raleigh. [ it's a lighthearted tease in counterpoint to the way her hands mold over his stomach, thumbs tracing the dip of his hipbones. she'd had something in mind when they were downstairs on the couch, but then their ( yes, their ) daughter had come in Yancy, didn't I ever teach you not to cockblock.
she kisses him full on the mouth, tongue seeking his as she slides a hand over the curve of his erection ( you wear some really nice jeans, raleigh, it's kind of hard to miss ) palm heavy enough as she sighs against his lips. ]
[ naomi is his sun, moon, and stars and he will shout it from the rooftops if she wants him to. but even after all this time, he still hasn't quite gotten over his embarrassment of what a mouthy little thing he is in bed. especially since it always just seems to devolve into him cursing up a storm just before he comes.
he mumbles a small, ] Oh, shut it, [ against her skin as her thumbs skim over the ridge of his hipbones. he'd say more, but she's got his tongue pretty well-occupied. all he can do is groan into her mouth as her hand moves over him through his jeans. he really, really should've worn something other than those jeans today. naomi may like them, but right now he's hating how constricting they are and how it's muting the feeling of her hand.
but as much as he likes the feeling of her touching him, he would really like to get her naked before he finishes stripping. his hands move down her sides to fumble with the button of her pants for a moment. luckily, they're much easier to get open than her bra was and then he can easily slip his fingers unto the space between her skin and the waistband of her panties. ] Sit up for a sec, babe.
[ she hasn't told him ( not that it needs to be said, but she will tell him if it means she gets to see him blush ) but she actually finds it really hot when he swears in bed. its a silly little kink but it makes her feel powerful, makes her feel this incredible rush, especially that one time when she'd caught him unawares enough to give him head.
she loves the jeans but they have got to go at some point, because she wants to curl her fingers around his length to feel him swell beneath her palms.
when he unbuttons her pants and asks her to sit up for a bit she responds without really thinking it over. and then his hands slip into her underwear and she leans further over him and that ( is a sharp intake of breath ) is so not fair. ] Help me get this off. [ she's already trying to slip them off, actually makes a move to stop straddling him with the intent to push them down and kick then to the floor. ]
[ that sharp inhale makes him grin, and he's more than happy to help her shimmy out of her pants. they fall to the floor as raleigh rolls them over and presses naomi back into the mattress, pressing kisses to her stomach.
if she had a plan, something she wanted to do, she should probably speak up. because raleigh's kissing his way down her abdomen as he kicks off his own pants ( just to make things even ). his hands skim up her legs as he settles between them. teeth gently scrape over her hipbone, and he pauses then. smiles up at her as his hands come to rest at the crease between her hips and her thighs. ]
You know, I think there's a game on in like two minutes. Think we can pause this? [ there's not a game on. and he's not really thinking about stoping, he just wants to frustrate her. ]
[ if she had a plan, it's kind of out the window right now because she's a little distracted by your mouth, raleigh. and by your hands, and god, don't look at her like that, you jerk, stop smiling it's criminal how you can look cute and make her feel so breathless.
( he makes that crack about pausing and she makes a face. oh she's frustrated, but two can play that game. )
the smile naomi sends him is sweet - with just a little bit of mischief in the way she quirks her brow. ] Well. You can watch the game [ a deliberate pause, one hand coming to to press over the back of one of his ] and I can keep myself [ she punctuates that with a smile ] occupied.
[ oh, he is definitely smart enough to fill in the blanks. and it just gives him ideas.
he grins and cocks an eyebrow at her in return. this repartee they've got going is one of the things he loves about sex with naomi. hot, heavy, and intense is all well and good most of the time. but there's something to be said for easy flirtation, for the way he can't stop smiling when she comes back with a smart remark and he just has to do something drastic like gently running his fingers around her inner thighs and hips, intentionally skirting the most sensitive parts of her. ]
You could... but I could do it better. [ he punctuates the statement with a swirl of his tongue around her clit. and then he's back to kissing at her hips, purposefully teasing her just to see how far he can go before the flirtation stutters to a stop. ] Luckily for you, we have DVR.
[ she has a love/hate thing over the fact that raleigh does this on purpose. that he deliberately eggs her on, turning her clever comebacks in a return arc with actions instead of words.
she moves in time to his touch, hips stuttering forward but he's not going to touch her yet and she knows this and if the frustration shows in the way each exhale deepens, in the way she actually pouts because dammit, raleigh, we were interrupted downstairs stop teasing-- ] --Oh God-- [ her head pressing back to the mattress to the easy slide of his tongue around her clit, his breath warm where she's already slick, and then he stops and goes back to pressing kisses on her hip and she can only think RALEIGH, YOU JERK and if she reaches up to grab one of the bigger, fluffier pillows to smack him with, it's his fault. ]
Raleigh Becket, you fucking tease, do you want me to revoke your rights to my vagina.
[ she swears a whole lot more around him in the confines of their bedroom ( his fault, she will take that to her grave ), but then again, when they're alone, just the two of them, it doesn't matter that she's turning forty in a couple of years, somehow the years just fall away and they're like two kids fooling around. ]
[ the kisses pause as he shakes with silent laughter. he smiles into her hip and lets the amusement roll through him. it's just really hard not to laugh when she says things like that and his brain conjures up images of him handing back his vagina license. ]
Sorry, babe. [ there's still laughter in his voice as he looks back up at her. ] You don't need to go that far and ruin the pillow.
[ because her frustration means it's time to get down to business and make her feel amazing. he kisses his way back to her clit and curls two fingers into her. it's easy to find her sweet spots and the rhythm her body likes. experience breeds familiarity and raleigh has a lot of really nice experience with naomi's body.
someone once told him that he had a pianist's hands and while he's never been able to carry a tune in a bucket, raleigh can play her like a steinway. it's a bit of a cheesy line, but it fits. the hitches in her breathing, the way she says oh, god... it's like music to his ears. and that's what he aims for as he licks at her clit--those noises that tell him she's thoroughly enjoying herself. ]
Ralei-- [ her hands fly back against the pillows when his mouth finds her again. when his fingers push into her and curl before he pumps, slow and easy. he knows her so well, is such a thorough lover because that's just how raleigh is - generous, patient, putting others before himself.
she holds out for about a full minute before her hips start to hitch in counterpoint to his tongue, her breath labored, small sounds caught at the back of her throat. he makes her body sing. he's not touching her anywhere else but down there with his mouth and his fingers play her like a familiar song, but every nerve ending feels as taut as newly stretched out guitar strings.
she spasms up when the tandem of his fingers and his tongue send a sharp stab of lust through her, the tremor under her skin like the suspension of a chord in mid-air. she runs her fingers over his scalp at that, a whine escaping her and she begs babe? babe, please. as she writhes against the sheets. ]
[ he loves seeing her like this. loves the way her hips cant up, the way those half-formed little noises sound, the way she gets completely lost in the way he makes her feel. it's breathtaking, really, how good she looks. and it's really tempting to slow this down and draw it out even longer. to watch her get so wound up she doesn't think she can take it anymore.
but he doesn't want his vagina privileges revoked, so he tilts his wrist and changes the angle of his fingers inside her. he replaces his tongue with his thumb so he can kiss his way up her body. and maybe he's enjoying the time it takes to do that a little more than he'd admit to his frustrated girlfriend.
his mouth slants over hers as he slowly pulls his fingers out of her. sadly, ( or maybe not so sadly, depending on how you look at it ) his arm's been aching a little for the past few days and carrying her into the bedroom was about his limit for it supporting weight. raleigh rolls onto his back, good arm pulling naomi along with him. ] Sit back a bit?
[ it's not lost on her when he uses his good arm to tug her close and if she tosses him a reprimanding look, it's brief, because then she's sliding her mouth up against his, fingers catching his wrists to pin them up against the edge of the headboard. ] You shouldn't strain your arm so much, [ she murmurs against his jaw before she moves to press a line of kisses on the curve of his bicep.
he has scars from where the drivesuit overloaded years and years ago, and while he's not ashamed of them, she knows that there's another reason why he wears sweaters -- and it's not always because they're comfy and alaska is cold.
she widens her mouth over his skin, sucks gently because she likes the taste of him in her mouth and as she straddles his thigh, her weight balanced between her knees, her other hand releases his wrist in favor of skimming down the taut planes of his stomach.
he's hard in her hand and she thumbs a slow circle around the head of his cock, her last two fingers tracing the underside, featherlike over skin. ]
[ he's about to murmur a reply, a it's totally worth it because it really, really is. but then she kisses his scars. she straddles him and--is she leaving a hickey by the burn scars? that's new and feels surprisingly good. so good that he can't actually reply, all he can do is hiss a breath in between his teeth.
his hands scrabble for a grip on the headboard as her fingers drift over his stomach. whether or not she intended for him to keep his hands there, that's where they're staying for now. and it's really hard not to cant his hips up when she touches him like that, so he doesn't really try. it's a short, hitching movement, her name a low mumble on his lips.
this isn't exactly what he had in mind when he rolled them over and asked her to sit back. he was thinking something more along the lines of thrusting up into her while she clenched around him and came hard, but apparently she wants to tease him first. turnabout may be fair play, but it also kind of sucks. and not in the good way. ]
Naomi... [ there is not a thread of whining in his voice. no, not at all. ] Babe, come on, please.
Wait [ she's a little breathless against his skin, her hand wrapped around him tight as she strokes, slow and encouraging so that he swells against her palm ] Wait [ she presses kisses over his chest, her tongue finding the hardened nub of his nipple as her hips hitch over his thigh in time to the movement of her arm.
she can feel the damp between her legs and she wants him hard and full before she lets him thrust into her; wants more than just the whine that she can hear in his voice because when he says her name, when he is muttering expletives as she rides him over the edge, it is something she just cannot resist.
some people like minor bondage or have certain, favorite positions, but the thing is, what really gets naomi off is raleigh becket being a mouthy little thing in bed - don't ask her why, everyone has their kinks. ]
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oh my god i keep on cracking up how are you perfect
she protests when he picks her up, gives him wide-eyed, mock glares and goes raleigh, your arm but he kisses her and it's like all sense flies out the window. ( she really, really loves him. she agonizes over it to alison and it's a little embarrassing when mako is there to tease right back and tell her how amusing it is when raleigh shows off pictures of 'his girls' on his phone. )
they settle on the edge of her bed and her shirt comes off, and then her fingers are in his hair, cradling his head as his mouth presses against her neck, across her collarbone. her breath hitches when he nips at her clavicle, the rough texture of his tongue making her ache between her legs.
he's taking forever with her bra though and she swats his hands gently away, unclasping it in one fluid motion because it's a life skill every girl has to know.
she presses her mouth to his and murmurs: ] You need practice.
idk comedy is just a lot easier to write than sexy things
it's not that he doesn't like kissing her. he really, really does. but her bra is gone and so he would much rather pay attention to her very nice boobs which are at just the right height for him to nuzzle and kiss. his right hand slides from the base of her spine until it's splayed between her shoulder blades, a quiet support. his left hand cups one of her breasts and his thumb flicks over a nipple at the same time his tongue meets its twin.
there's a lot of things raleigh really likes about women. he's very much attracted to assertive women who could probably hand him his ass in one arena or another. he likes sharp tongues and sharper minds, even if he can't always keep up with them. nice and friendly smiles are more likely to gain his attention faster than any flirtatious look. but he could probably wax poetic for an embarrassingly long time about how much he likes naomi's boobs.
so he pays them quite a bit of attention, even as he carefully scoots backwards until his back hits the headboard. and then he leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses as he makes his way back to her mouth. ] God, you're so beautiful, Naomi. [ you can tell he's enjoying himself by how his mouth starts running without his brain's permission. ]
idk it's pretty sexy if you ask me
his mouth comes back up to hers and the awe in his voice makes her flush because the thing about raleigh is that he will literally say that the moon and sun set and rise at the beck and call of the people he loves.
he makes her feel beautiful. he really does. ] You're very pretty too, Raleigh. [ it's a lighthearted tease in counterpoint to the way her hands mold over his stomach, thumbs tracing the dip of his hipbones. she'd had something in mind when they were downstairs on the couch, but then their ( yes, their ) daughter had come in Yancy, didn't I ever teach you not to cockblock.
she kisses him full on the mouth, tongue seeking his as she slides a hand over the curve of his erection ( you wear some really nice jeans, raleigh, it's kind of hard to miss ) palm heavy enough as she sighs against his lips. ]
(blush)
he mumbles a small, ] Oh, shut it, [ against her skin as her thumbs skim over the ridge of his hipbones. he'd say more, but she's got his tongue pretty well-occupied. all he can do is groan into her mouth as her hand moves over him through his jeans. he really, really should've worn something other than those jeans today. naomi may like them, but right now he's hating how constricting they are and how it's muting the feeling of her hand.
but as much as he likes the feeling of her touching him, he would really like to get her naked before he finishes stripping. his hands move down her sides to fumble with the button of her pants for a moment. luckily, they're much easier to get open than her bra was and then he can easily slip his fingers unto the space between her skin and the waistband of her panties. ] Sit up for a sec, babe.
chu!
she loves the jeans but they have got to go at some point, because she wants to curl her fingers around his length to feel him swell beneath her palms.
when he unbuttons her pants and asks her to sit up for a bit she responds without really thinking it over. and then his hands slip into her underwear and she leans further over him and that ( is a sharp intake of breath ) is so not fair. ] Help me get this off. [ she's already trying to slip them off, actually makes a move to stop straddling him with the intent to push them down and kick then to the floor. ]
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if she had a plan, something she wanted to do, she should probably speak up. because raleigh's kissing his way down her abdomen as he kicks off his own pants ( just to make things even ). his hands skim up her legs as he settles between them. teeth gently scrape over her hipbone, and he pauses then. smiles up at her as his hands come to rest at the crease between her hips and her thighs. ]
You know, I think there's a game on in like two minutes. Think we can pause this? [ there's not a game on. and he's not really thinking about stoping, he just wants to frustrate her. ]
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( he makes that crack about pausing and she makes a face. oh she's frustrated, but two can play that game. )
the smile naomi sends him is sweet - with just a little bit of mischief in the way she quirks her brow. ] Well. You can watch the game [ a deliberate pause, one hand coming to to press over the back of one of his ] and I can keep myself [ she punctuates that with a smile ] occupied.
[ you're smart enough to fill in the blanks. ]
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he grins and cocks an eyebrow at her in return. this repartee they've got going is one of the things he loves about sex with naomi. hot, heavy, and intense is all well and good most of the time. but there's something to be said for easy flirtation, for the way he can't stop smiling when she comes back with a smart remark and he just has to do something drastic like gently running his fingers around her inner thighs and hips, intentionally skirting the most sensitive parts of her. ]
You could... but I could do it better. [ he punctuates the statement with a swirl of his tongue around her clit. and then he's back to kissing at her hips, purposefully teasing her just to see how far he can go before the flirtation stutters to a stop. ] Luckily for you, we have DVR.
ihu how are they beautiful together
she moves in time to his touch, hips stuttering forward but he's not going to touch her yet and she knows this and if the frustration shows in the way each exhale deepens, in the way she actually pouts because dammit, raleigh, we were interrupted downstairs stop teasing-- ] --Oh God-- [ her head pressing back to the mattress to the easy slide of his tongue around her clit, his breath warm where she's already slick, and then he stops and goes back to pressing kisses on her hip and she can only think RALEIGH, YOU JERK and if she reaches up to grab one of the bigger, fluffier pillows to smack him with, it's his fault. ]
Raleigh Becket, you fucking tease, do you want me to revoke your rights to my vagina.
[ she swears a whole lot more around him in the confines of their bedroom ( his fault, she will take that to her grave ), but then again, when they're alone, just the two of them, it doesn't matter that she's turning forty in a couple of years, somehow the years just fall away and they're like two kids fooling around. ]
we just don't know
Sorry, babe. [ there's still laughter in his voice as he looks back up at her. ] You don't need to go that far and ruin the pillow.
[ because her frustration means it's time to get down to business and make her feel amazing. he kisses his way back to her clit and curls two fingers into her. it's easy to find her sweet spots and the rhythm her body likes. experience breeds familiarity and raleigh has a lot of really nice experience with naomi's body.
someone once told him that he had a pianist's hands and while he's never been able to carry a tune in a bucket, raleigh can play her like a steinway. it's a bit of a cheesy line, but it fits. the hitches in her breathing, the way she says oh, god... it's like music to his ears. and that's what he aims for as he licks at her clit--those noises that tell him she's thoroughly enjoying herself. ]
i love them :c i really do
she holds out for about a full minute before her hips start to hitch in counterpoint to his tongue, her breath labored, small sounds caught at the back of her throat. he makes her body sing. he's not touching her anywhere else but down there with his mouth and his fingers play her like a familiar song, but every nerve ending feels as taut as newly stretched out guitar strings.
she spasms up when the tandem of his fingers and his tongue send a sharp stab of lust through her, the tremor under her skin like the suspension of a chord in mid-air. she runs her fingers over his scalp at that, a whine escaping her and she begs babe? babe, please. as she writhes against the sheets. ]
me too omg
but he doesn't want his vagina privileges revoked, so he tilts his wrist and changes the angle of his fingers inside her. he replaces his tongue with his thumb so he can kiss his way up her body. and maybe he's enjoying the time it takes to do that a little more than he'd admit to his frustrated girlfriend.
his mouth slants over hers as he slowly pulls his fingers out of her. sadly, ( or maybe not so sadly, depending on how you look at it ) his arm's been aching a little for the past few days and carrying her into the bedroom was about his limit for it supporting weight. raleigh rolls onto his back, good arm pulling naomi along with him. ] Sit back a bit?
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he has scars from where the drivesuit overloaded years and years ago, and while he's not ashamed of them, she knows that there's another reason why he wears sweaters -- and it's not always because they're comfy and alaska is cold.
she widens her mouth over his skin, sucks gently because she likes the taste of him in her mouth and as she straddles his thigh, her weight balanced between her knees, her other hand releases his wrist in favor of skimming down the taut planes of his stomach.
he's hard in her hand and she thumbs a slow circle around the head of his cock, her last two fingers tracing the underside, featherlike over skin. ]
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his hands scrabble for a grip on the headboard as her fingers drift over his stomach. whether or not she intended for him to keep his hands there, that's where they're staying for now. and it's really hard not to cant his hips up when she touches him like that, so he doesn't really try. it's a short, hitching movement, her name a low mumble on his lips.
this isn't exactly what he had in mind when he rolled them over and asked her to sit back. he was thinking something more along the lines of thrusting up into her while she clenched around him and came hard, but apparently she wants to tease him first. turnabout may be fair play, but it also kind of sucks. and not in the good way. ]
Naomi... [ there is not a thread of whining in his voice. no, not at all. ] Babe, come on, please.
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she can feel the damp between her legs and she wants him hard and full before she lets him thrust into her; wants more than just the whine that she can hear in his voice because when he says her name, when he is muttering expletives as she rides him over the edge, it is something she just cannot resist.
some people like minor bondage or have certain, favorite positions, but the thing is, what really gets naomi off is raleigh becket being a mouthy little thing in bed - don't ask her why, everyone has their kinks. ]