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Underwater Kiss (Raleigh/Mako)
The saltwater stings at his eyes as he opens them, the water warm around him, as comforting as an embrace, and that's how he knows he's dreaming. It's been a decade, probably longer, since he's been far enough South for the sea to be warm.
The other clue that he's dreaming is that Mako has her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her legs tangled with his. He's sinking, descending slowly, implacably. It's like falling into the rift again, only this time with Mako around him, instead of Gipsy Danger. Mako's hair is a soft nimbus around her head, rippling gently in the motion of the water, as she pressed her mouth against his. "I'm coming with you," she says, certain, the words undistorted by the water.
Raleigh kisses her back, but he can't– he can't feel her mouth, he can't taste her, she's the same flavor as salt, the same temperature as the too-warm sea.
He fists his hand in her hair, trying to prove that she's there.
"I'll fall with you," she says, smiling shyly, and that's when Raleigh wakes up.
He blinks at the ceiling for a minute and then rolls on his belly, his face instinctively seeking out a cool stretch of mattress. He tried to figure out if that had been a nightmare or a dream. He really hoped that this wasn't one of the dreams that Mako had shared.
The saltwater stings at his eyes as he opens them, the water warm around him, as comforting as an embrace, and that's how he knows he's dreaming. It's been a decade, probably longer, since he's been far enough South for the sea to be warm.
The other clue that he's dreaming is that Mako has her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her legs tangled with his. He's sinking, descending slowly, implacably. It's like falling into the rift again, only this time with Mako around him, instead of Gipsy Danger. Mako's hair is a soft nimbus around her head, rippling gently in the motion of the water, as she pressed her mouth against his. "I'm coming with you," she says, certain, the words undistorted by the water.
Raleigh kisses her back, but he can't– he can't feel her mouth, he can't taste her, she's the same flavor as salt, the same temperature as the too-warm sea.
He fists his hand in her hair, trying to prove that she's there.
"I'll fall with you," she says, smiling shyly, and that's when Raleigh wakes up.
He blinks at the ceiling for a minute and then rolls on his belly, his face instinctively seeking out a cool stretch of mattress. He tried to figure out if that had been a nightmare or a dream. He really hoped that this wasn't one of the dreams that Mako had shared.
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