OKAY! Now that we've bashed our way through that, we get to the story. I feel like this chapter runs more smoothly, I hope you do too. Timeline-wise, the first bit takes place in 2017, the second in 2020, and the third in 2025. Thanks to my reviewers, and remember, I still own none of the inspiration for this.
When they were 14, Chuck and Mako were each other's first kiss. Two Shatterdome brats, raised by the greats, hoping for their own chances, they had grown up together traveling the world. It was difficult to make friends when you would be gone in 18 months (if that long), and even more difficult to form any relationships. But they had managed, at a school in Lima where they stayed for nearly a year, to meet some people, and one night went to a beach party. There was a bonfire, and food, and no small amount of smuggled alcohol, and Mako's bikini was a shockingly bright chartreuse. Chuck had been sitting off to the side with a beer, discussing the latest developments in Jaeger tech with some friends when Mako came over from dancing and pulled him up.
"We spend our lives in the dome," she said in lilting Spanish. "Take the night off."
He did. They swayed and moved, crushed in the heat of the night and other bodies, and when they came face to face for a moment he swallowed, hard.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked, the beer giving him a hint of the cockiness he would claim so easily later in life.
"Yes." she answered, and so he did.
His arms came around her waist and hers around his neck, and it felt good so they kept going, the palm fronds rustling above their heads.
When they were 17, Chuck and Mako lost their virginities to each other, because they were bored. They were not in a relationship, they had each kissed plenty of other people in the 3 years since their first, and the rift that would separate them for several long years had already started to form. He hung out with the older recruits, their arrogance rubbing off, making him brasher and louder as she moved the opposite way, withdrawing into her studies. She had yet to start pilot training, but was deep in the engineering curriculum.
They had been stuck in the Sydney Shatterdome for over a week, primitive tracking technology saying that there would be a category 3 kaiju coming sometime soon. Until then, precautions had to be taken, and since both Stacker Pentacost and Herc Hanson were overprotective, whether they admitted it or not, they insisted their kids stay in the Shatterdome, though many of the other trainees were spending the night out in town. So they sat in Chuck's room, watching a dumb movie that they'd both seen a hundred times before, throwing a tennis ball left there by Max back and forth and sipping gin tempered slightly by a lime Mako stole from the kitchen.
It might have been the alcohol, but it was probably the boredom since neither of them were really that drunk, but at some point Mako lifted herself out of the chair in the corner, plopped herself down next to Chuck on the bed, and kissed him. When they pulled back, he lifted his brows and she shrugged.
"You sure?" he questioned.
"Yeah."
They undressed carefully, a little awkwardly, and traced each other's bodies. Mako lay back on the bed, Chuck grabbed one of the condoms a third year trainee had given him as a gag gift, and he pushed in slowly.
He shifted his weight around a little, mostly stared at her breasts, moved back and forth, tried not to hurt her. She pushed her hips up to meet him, going by instinct for that, not sure where to put her arms, her legs, her gaze, let out a small squeak now and again if something felt good. His hips snapped faster after a little while, and when he was done, he rolled out of her, tossed the condom, and got back into the bed.
"Are you ok?" He asked, unsure.
She took stock.
"I have to pee." she admitted.
"Okay."
When she got back, she found a place under his arm and they watched what remained of the movie. He kissed her as they fell asleep, and then once more when they woke up for breakfast.
"You okay?" He asked again, pulling on an olive-colored tee as she got ready to go back to her room.
"I'm okay."
After that, the rift grew wider. Not because of the sex, or, at least not entirely, but because they no longer needed to know each other. He had his new group of friends, she had her books, and the general knowledge that she was Pentacost's daughter tended to keep her separate from the rest of the academy students. Then Mako and Pentacost were sent to Hong Kong while the Hansons stayed in Sydney, and it did not seem to be worth keeping in touch, especially since if they wanted to know they could ask their fathers. They didn't. By the time the Hansons arrived in Hong Kong, five years apart had been longer than 17 together. And then Raleigh Beckett arrived.
SO yeah. Reviews, very much including constructive criticism, are welcome.