[ Yancy loves it, that much is obvious, and so does Mako, albeit in entirely different ways; and there would always be a primitive part of her that delights in Raleigh's strength, in the way he holds her and the way they go at it like rabbits, wild and passionate.
She's smiling and kissing him back before she's taking advantage and rolling him over onto his back, straddling him properly. Looking down at him fondly, she murmurs: ] I do love you, you know.
[ he lets himself be bossed around by an infant, and pushed around by his short life partner. raleigh becket is the biggest pushover and willingly flops onto his back. when she straddles him, he can run his palms the length of her thighs and idly tickle her knees. ]
[ that's because he might be a toughie on the outside but he's a huge, gorgeous, squishy marshmallow where it counts and Mako knows it. She's grinning at him, squirming when he tickles her, but she sobers, just a little -- there's something she's always wanted to ask, and now... well, it's a good time, right?
Supporting herself with her hands on his chest, she pauses for a moment before she says. ]
[ raleigh marshmallow becket is very perceptive, and while he might not know if her impending question is dark or light hearted, he can tell it's a long time coming and might have some weight to it. so he shrugs a little awkwardly beneath her because, yeah, of course mako can ask him anything. ]
[ Mako hesitates, because she might know him better than anyone, would understand his secrets and quirks and his habits and reactions -- but she could never predict his answer to a question she'd kept buried for months and months, ever since she'd been pregnant with Yancy. ]
well, if he'd been completely honest with himself, no. but only because drifting with her, living with her, having kids with her — that all seemed much more real than the ideology of marriage. their partnership ran deeper than rings and a ceremony and shared finances, but if that's what she wanted...
raleigh's grinning, much like he had when she'd told him that she was pregnant, and sitting up a little. ]
[ Mako eases back a little when he sits up, instinctively accommodating as she contemplates his grin (he always is adorable, and does he know that his smile can light up a room?) as she finds herself silently grateful for the fact that it's a little too dim to see the blush on her cheeks. ]
I could be. [ because, you know, Mako's never subscribed to the adage of the boy on one knee in front of a girl, with some soppy promise that she and Raleigh have both have already lived, many times over. (Also, she's missing a ring, but she could improvise.) ]
[ YOU SUCK. YOU SUCK A LOT, RALLY BUCKET. Mako's brows knit in confusion, and it's safe to say that she's quite lost in the general scheme of proposing-things. ]
Yeah, a white gold ring with a princess cut diamond. Also I don't think I ever got my mom-present.
[ must keep mischievous shit eating grin off face, must keep mischievous shit eating grin off face, must keep mischievous shit eating grin off face... ]
[ SHE DOES, and he doesn't need to force himself to keep his shit-eating grin off his face for her to just know that he's screwing with her! But, you know, in the spirit of things... ]
Wait here.
[ She climbs off him, an idea coming to mind. Mako leaves the room for a few minutes, rummaging around the drawers before she comes back with a permanent marker and the grin Raleigh's working so hard to keep off his stupidly handsome face. ]
An artist too, are you? [ he drawls, all idle sarcasm and raised eyebrows.
either way, he's holding out his hand and spreading his fingers so she can draw a ring around his designated ringfinger. yeah, sharpies bled through the skin and weren't good for you, but a little ink never killed anybody. ]
[ Mako says primly; take that how you will, Becket, because they both know she could please you senseless when she puts her mind to it. Mako's delicately drawing a ring around his finger (because yeah, after being in a nuclear powered jaeger for so long, you're worried about a little ink?), making sure that there's a little black diamond in that "ring".
Mako grins at him when she's done, pleased with her handiwork and pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. ] So, I'll take this as a yes.
[ hey ink is dangerous, the meds in those little tin boxes don't do shit for ink. ]
It's permanent marker, I can't very well say no at this point, [ raleigh teases, but he's so entirely behind this idea. so behind it; if mako being mako wasn't enough to make him fall head over heels in love with her — he is growing physically shaky with impatience of being her husband now that the offer's been put on the table — her dexterity would certainly seal the deal.
but on a more serious joke, and he's leaning in to maybe kiss her after rumbling quietly, sincerely: ]
Yes. Yes, Mako. I would love nothing more than to marry you.
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She's smiling and kissing him back before she's taking advantage and rolling him over onto his back, straddling him properly. Looking down at him fondly, she murmurs: ] I do love you, you know.
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Yeah, I know. It's good, because I love you too.
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Supporting herself with her hands on his chest, she pauses for a moment before she says. ]
I want to ask you something.
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What's up?
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Have you considered getting married?
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oh.
well, if he'd been completely honest with himself, no. but only because drifting with her, living with her, having kids with her — that all seemed much more real than the ideology of marriage. their partnership ran deeper than rings and a ceremony and shared finances, but if that's what she wanted...
raleigh's grinning, much like he had when she'd told him that she was pregnant, and sitting up a little. ]
Are you proposing to me?
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I could be. [ because, you know, Mako's never subscribed to the adage of the boy on one knee in front of a girl, with some soppy promise that she and Raleigh have both have already lived, many times over. (Also, she's missing a ring, but she could improvise.) ]
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Where are my diamonds?
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I'm supposed to give you diamonds?
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Yeah, a white gold ring with a princess cut diamond. Also I don't think I ever got my mom-present.
[ must keep mischievous shit eating grin off face, must keep mischievous shit eating grin off face, must keep mischievous shit eating grin off face... ]
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Wait here.
[ She climbs off him, an idea coming to mind. Mako leaves the room for a few minutes, rummaging around the drawers before she comes back with a permanent marker and the grin Raleigh's working so hard to keep off his stupidly handsome face. ]
Hold out your hand.
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either way, he's holding out his hand and spreading his fingers so she can draw a ring around his designated ringfinger. yeah, sharpies bled through the skin and weren't good for you, but a little ink never killed anybody. ]
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[ Mako says primly; take that how you will, Becket, because they both know she could please you senseless when she puts her mind to it. Mako's delicately drawing a ring around his finger (because yeah, after being in a nuclear powered jaeger for so long, you're worried about a little ink?), making sure that there's a little black diamond in that "ring".
Mako grins at him when she's done, pleased with her handiwork and pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. ] So, I'll take this as a yes.
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It's permanent marker, I can't very well say no at this point, [ raleigh teases, but he's so entirely behind this idea. so behind it; if mako being mako wasn't enough to make him fall head over heels in love with her — he is growing physically shaky with impatience of being her husband now that the offer's been put on the table — her dexterity would certainly seal the deal.
but on a more serious joke, and he's leaning in to maybe kiss her after rumbling quietly, sincerely: ]
Yes. Yes, Mako. I would love nothing more than to marry you.