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[He never said she wasn't attractive, holy shit, quit fishing for compliments.
She really talks too fucking much though. Chuck is tempted to grab a fistful of her hair and push her head lower because that, that is something she could do with her mouth that isn't talking. But-- she's also capable of kicking his ass and he actually respects her more than that. She's not a stupid Jaeger fly, she's not here because he's famous and she gets bragging rights with her friends for sleeping with him.
Chuck doesn't really know what she's doing here but he knows it's not that.
He does grab the back of her head though, twisting his fingers in her hair but he pulls her up instead, bringing their mouths together in a harsh kiss. There, that's something that's not talking.]
She really talks too fucking much though. Chuck is tempted to grab a fistful of her hair and push her head lower because that, that is something she could do with her mouth that isn't talking. But-- she's also capable of kicking his ass and he actually respects her more than that. She's not a stupid Jaeger fly, she's not here because he's famous and she gets bragging rights with her friends for sleeping with him.
Chuck doesn't really know what she's doing here but he knows it's not that.
He does grab the back of her head though, twisting his fingers in her hair but he pulls her up instead, bringing their mouths together in a harsh kiss. There, that's something that's not talking.]
Mmph-- [ That does the trick of effectively shutting Raleigh up, and he loses himself to the kiss for the few seconds Chuck holds onto it. When they pull away, he's blinking. ]
That’s because you don’t walk him, ever.
That’s because you don’t walk him, ever.
[ It’s not just the making out part of the evening that Raleigh’s after. Chuck’s sarcastic and stubborn and mean with his humor, which Raleigh inexplicably delights in rather than shies away from, and it’s something that Raleigh sort of -- needs right now.
A distraction. ]
It‘s all Yancy had in the cabinet. [ He's about to crack the cap open in a practiced move with his ring, but he pauses. ] But if you’ve got something better, by all means, share.
A distraction. ]
It‘s all Yancy had in the cabinet. [ He's about to crack the cap open in a practiced move with his ring, but he pauses. ] But if you’ve got something better, by all means, share.
[ Not actually six pounds of bacon; teenagers are also very prone to exaggeration. ]
Capped, diced, chunked, smothered... you name it. [ Raleigh's eyes fly open, and he twists his head so that he’s looking at Chuck now. ] Wait – don’t tell me you’ve never been to the Waffle House.
Capped, diced, chunked, smothered... you name it. [ Raleigh's eyes fly open, and he twists his head so that he’s looking at Chuck now. ] Wait – don’t tell me you’ve never been to the Waffle House.
That's too bad, [ Raleigh deadpans, lazy humour in her eyes when she gently sets Percy down. ] I have the papers ready.
[ But she's picking the bowl up because he really looks like shit, and she doesn't trust him to have his soup without incident -- and, well, yeah, she's totally mother-henning him and she's allowed because he hasn't been this sick since... ever. ]
Let me.
[ But she's picking the bowl up because he really looks like shit, and she doesn't trust him to have his soup without incident -- and, well, yeah, she's totally mother-henning him and she's allowed because he hasn't been this sick since... ever. ]
Let me.
[ ...Chuck, the dog can't talk.
But that's good, the mutual ogling -- and she likes when Chuck gets that gleam in his eye because that can only mean good things; and look, she can admit that he's really damn good at what he does with her, okay. But it's not like she'll ever tell him that; he's got a huge enough ego as it is. ]
See you in an hour.
[ And it really takes an hour, from wrestling her precocious toddler to bed to getting clothes on him and making sure it stays on to reading him a story about the three little bears, and by then Raleigh feels like she'd gone to war and back again. When she finally retires to the bedroom she shares with Chuck, she's yawning. ]
...Your son has too much energy. He made me read Goldilocks and the Three Bears five times.
But that's good, the mutual ogling -- and she likes when Chuck gets that gleam in his eye because that can only mean good things; and look, she can admit that he's really damn good at what he does with her, okay. But it's not like she'll ever tell him that; he's got a huge enough ego as it is. ]
See you in an hour.
[ And it really takes an hour, from wrestling her precocious toddler to bed to getting clothes on him and making sure it stays on to reading him a story about the three little bears, and by then Raleigh feels like she'd gone to war and back again. When she finally retires to the bedroom she shares with Chuck, she's yawning. ]
...Your son has too much energy. He made me read Goldilocks and the Three Bears five times.
[ ...Damn. Chuck is too no-nonsense for his own good, if you asked her, because it's really frustrating to have a smart-as-hell boyfriend. ]
I missed a turn. [ It happens, she got distracted, and it was a dangerous risk she took entirely on impulse. She exhales, and rubs her hand over her eyes, for a moment looking briefly contrite. ]
Sorry about worrying you. [ No use hiding it, Chuck wouldn't have come down so quickly if he didn't give a shit. ] It was a pretty stupid mistake. Are you getting off work soon?
I missed a turn. [ It happens, she got distracted, and it was a dangerous risk she took entirely on impulse. She exhales, and rubs her hand over her eyes, for a moment looking briefly contrite. ]
Sorry about worrying you. [ No use hiding it, Chuck wouldn't have come down so quickly if he didn't give a shit. ] It was a pretty stupid mistake. Are you getting off work soon?
[ When he puts it that way, love's pretty nice. Simple.
...Well, shit. Raleigh takes a few moments to process that, because what the hell? She'd never imagined that he would have a story like this, that his hatred for his old man ran this deep for so long. ]
How old were you?
...Well, shit. Raleigh takes a few moments to process that, because what the hell? She'd never imagined that he would have a story like this, that his hatred for his old man ran this deep for so long. ]
How old were you?
[ Raleigh is... not quite aware of how much time passes before she senses Chuck in the doorway -- there is a flurry of activity that she can barely keep up with, and when she can feel her strength slowly returning to him, it takes a lot of effort to focus her gaze on Chuck's face, familiar and so beloved and she'd missed him and maybe he's not crying but she is.
Not sobbing, but the tears that spill from the edge of her eyes and down the side of her face is obvious enough. She's a mess, and she knows, and she'll get better soon, you'll see -- but Chuck's looking at her in a way she'd never seen before, vulnerable and open and so very gorgeous that she wishes she could reach out to hold him, to take him in her arms again and tell him everything's fine.
He looks tired, she realises. He looks tired and sad and it hurts her heart because she'd never wanted him to be that way; never in her wildest dreams would she have thought of seeing him this way. Her fingers twitch in response to her desire to hold him, fingers involuntarily flexing. Raleigh's not going to yell at him -- she doesn't have the energy to, and all she wants is to have him close, is to hold him again, because they've been apart for too long and there isn't anyone in the world she loves more than him, and their son. ]
Sorry. [ It exhausts her, the effort it takes to form two simple syllables and a world of meaning, and she almost chokes on it, coughing. I love you. I'm sorry, and I love you. ] ...Percy?
Not sobbing, but the tears that spill from the edge of her eyes and down the side of her face is obvious enough. She's a mess, and she knows, and she'll get better soon, you'll see -- but Chuck's looking at her in a way she'd never seen before, vulnerable and open and so very gorgeous that she wishes she could reach out to hold him, to take him in her arms again and tell him everything's fine.
He looks tired, she realises. He looks tired and sad and it hurts her heart because she'd never wanted him to be that way; never in her wildest dreams would she have thought of seeing him this way. Her fingers twitch in response to her desire to hold him, fingers involuntarily flexing. Raleigh's not going to yell at him -- she doesn't have the energy to, and all she wants is to have him close, is to hold him again, because they've been apart for too long and there isn't anyone in the world she loves more than him, and their son. ]
Sorry. [ It exhausts her, the effort it takes to form two simple syllables and a world of meaning, and she almost chokes on it, coughing. I love you. I'm sorry, and I love you. ] ...Percy?
No, it's more your style, isn't it? [She's not the one who barged into Pentecost's office to beg him not to put her in a Jaeger. She's not the one who begged to be put on engineering supervision instead, to prepare the Jaeger for someone else, someone who wrecked her in the first place.
They would've been terrible co-pilots, her and Chuck. Whatever sign of compatibility might've existed years ago is gone now, and he rubs all his bad habits on her. Already, she feels that bitter taste that comes from resenting the Marshal's decisions, regardless of how she may love him as her father.]
I'll leave you to do it with someone more likely to appreciate the effort. Bye.
They would've been terrible co-pilots, her and Chuck. Whatever sign of compatibility might've existed years ago is gone now, and he rubs all his bad habits on her. Already, she feels that bitter taste that comes from resenting the Marshal's decisions, regardless of how she may love him as her father.]
I'll leave you to do it with someone more likely to appreciate the effort. Bye.
[Again, what kind of heathen puts something syrup on pancakes. That's normal, Raleigh, why do you have to be so... not normal. Why do you have to be pretty and challenge him and interesting and annoying as fuck sometimes but other times when it's early in the morning and she rolls over to tuck her chin into his shoulder and he-- likes that.
He likes her.
How the fuck did that happen? Fuck you Raleigh Becket for being endearing, what the fuck. Is wrong with you?]
Funny, I was about to ask you the same question.
He likes her.
How the fuck did that happen? Fuck you Raleigh Becket for being endearing, what the fuck. Is wrong with you?]
Funny, I was about to ask you the same question.
Don't need to anymore. It gives you something to do.
[Chuck still has him by the dog tags, quite liking the idea of having his own little Raleigh leash. That would be good, to die the fucker down.]
He also listens when I talk.
[Chuck still has him by the dog tags, quite liking the idea of having his own little Raleigh leash. That would be good, to die the fucker down.]
He also listens when I talk.
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[They couldn't be much worse than him and his dad. Chuck would never admit it outside of the Drift, what it means to him to have some of communication with his dad, even if outside a Jaeger they're still broken and he's still angry.
But no, she's right. Herc gives Chuck the lenience he needs to feel like he's still in control and Mako would never, ever do that.]
Catch ya around, Mako. I know just where not to find you.
But no, she's right. Herc gives Chuck the lenience he needs to feel like he's still in control and Mako would never, ever do that.]
Catch ya around, Mako. I know just where not to find you.
[There isn't anything better in the Hansen household. Either Herc doesn't drink that much or--more likely-- he doesn't trust that Chuck won't break into the cabinet and steal it while he's gone and he's right to assume that.
So stealing from Raleigh's brother it is.]
Hand it over.
So stealing from Raleigh's brother it is.]
Hand it over.
[It takes Chuck nearly as long to clean up the bathroom from all the puddles, mostly because he's not... that great at cleanly up messes but he tries and he's got a little bit of extra time while she's still putting Percy to bed (and if he tries to help now, it will just excite the kid more and it's just better to steer clear) that he spends changing into dry clothes, meaning just a pair of boxer shorts.
Since he anticipates that she's going to pull them all off sometime in the near future.
Chuck looks up from his tablet at that, he's not playing angry birds while she puts their son to bed, what are you talking about.]
I believe he's your son when he gets like that.
Since he anticipates that she's going to pull them all off sometime in the near future.
Chuck looks up from his tablet at that, he's not playing angry birds while she puts their son to bed, what are you talking about.]
I believe he's your son when he gets like that.
[Chuck Hansen doesn't do things in small measures. That's for sure.]
Eleven.
[This is him crossing his arms over his chest, like he's going on the defensive and waiting for her to say something else that will give him the chance to bite her head off. It doesn't matter to him that he would've died if his dad had picked his mum instead of him, because an eleven year old kid should never feel guilty for their parent's death or like it should've been him instead.]
Eleven.
[This is him crossing his arms over his chest, like he's going on the defensive and waiting for her to say something else that will give him the chance to bite her head off. It doesn't matter to him that he would've died if his dad had picked his mum instead of him, because an eleven year old kid should never feel guilty for their parent's death or like it should've been him instead.]
Yeah. You, lazing around back at home while Max and I clock in some quality bonding time. I'm okay with that. [ Well, there's a reason Raleigh isn't pulling away. Raleigh tips his head back a little to test Chuck's grip, sees that Chuck still has the tags, and lowers himself so that his chin's propped up on Chuck's chest. ]
And hey, [ He bumps Chuck with his chin,. ] I always listen when you talk.
And hey, [ He bumps Chuck with his chin,. ] I always listen when you talk.
[ Raleigh's almost tempted to roll on top of him and cancel their half-formed plans, likely because Chuck will kill him if he does, but he's also really hungry. His stomach's been rumbling against Chuck's back not-attractively for a good few minutes. ]
A burger. Fries. Something really, really unhealthy that I'm really, really gonna regret eating when I have to work it off again later.
A burger. Fries. Something really, really unhealthy that I'm really, really gonna regret eating when I have to work it off again later.
[ Raleigh's in the middle of pouring himself a cup of water too, when his gaze wanders out across the living room to spot where Chuck's standing by the open window. Very quickly, he looks back at the glass in his hand. The need to go over there is strong enough without him looking at Chuck, too.
When Chuck wanders into the kitchen, Raleigh's proffers up a glass of ice water. ] Drink the whole glass, and I'll get you something stronger.
When Chuck wanders into the kitchen, Raleigh's proffers up a glass of ice water. ] Drink the whole glass, and I'll get you something stronger.
[ So he cracks the bottle open with his ring and passes the whole thing over to Chuck, thumbing the cap in between his fingers. ]
Taste test. [ He smiles up at Chuck, purposefully guileless. Yancy's taste in alcohol isn't so great, to be honest, but Chuck doesn't know Raleigh agrees with him on that. ]
Taste test. [ He smiles up at Chuck, purposefully guileless. Yancy's taste in alcohol isn't so great, to be honest, but Chuck doesn't know Raleigh agrees with him on that. ]
[ Huh, how about that. Chuck really is in a hurry to get her to stop talking. She kisses him back, heated and wanting, pushing him back down to the mattress because he's got a pretty good idea right there, right? Kissing, lots and lots of kissing -- great things to do with mouths that don't make either of them want to kill the other. Her ferocity matches his own when roused, when she burns and doesn't yield; his fingers in her hair and her hands roaming, possessive.
They don't talk about why she's here, or why he is, except that it is what it is and for the time being he's hers. Funny how that works, that she's a fucking cougar or some shit, and worse, it's with Chuck; but at this point she doesn't care. She likes him, he drives her nuts but she likes him, live with it. ]
...Why are you still wearing pants?
They don't talk about why she's here, or why he is, except that it is what it is and for the time being he's hers. Funny how that works, that she's a fucking cougar or some shit, and worse, it's with Chuck; but at this point she doesn't care. She likes him, he drives her nuts but she likes him, live with it. ]
...Why are you still wearing pants?
[ The Raleigh kind of heathen, of course. Chocolate sauce is great for a good deal of things, but she's hard-pressed to think of any now when the belated realisation of what they've become hits her, and it's fucking scary and wonderful all at once because hand on heart the best mornings are when she wakes up tucked against him, when they curl against each other, affection warm under their skin in the space between heartbeats, between words.
She likes those moments the way she likes his general grumpiness, his bad temper, she likes the times where he smiles, unguarded and bereft of spite and she'd lean in to kiss his cheek, just above that lovely dimple. Chuck's not the only one having a crisis because fucking be less gorgeous, Hansen, what the fuck.
She rubs her hand over her eyes, suddenly terrified. I like you. I like you very much. ] ...I'm flipping pancakes in your kitchen and you have vegemite in my fridge.
She likes those moments the way she likes his general grumpiness, his bad temper, she likes the times where he smiles, unguarded and bereft of spite and she'd lean in to kiss his cheek, just above that lovely dimple. Chuck's not the only one having a crisis because fucking be less gorgeous, Hansen, what the fuck.
She rubs her hand over her eyes, suddenly terrified. I like you. I like you very much. ] ...I'm flipping pancakes in your kitchen and you have vegemite in my fridge.
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