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Due South -- a bit of sleepy ranting and a bit of fic...
I was watching Perfect Strangers and I must admit, more than a few of the scenes had me cackling with laughter. I never really thought how much symbolism they like to put in to the show. I mean, among other things, there was this scene where Fraser takes the psychology book from Frannie and there's this image that's both the silhouette of a candle holder and two faces looking like they're about to kiss (or just facing each other, I might just be obsessed LOL) -- moment later he gets up and he and Ray more or less mirror each other the same way *g* -- I love that show *g*
I've been reading DS fic lately but I must admit there's one thing that can make me bring out search/replace and do that to another person's story. People using 'Stan/Stanley' for RayK -- I mean, he doesn't like that name, we KNOW that. Sure, have people use it to annoy him, but generally in a fic? If it's well written I have no trouble keeping RayV and RayK apart. If anything, it drives me bat shit when I read Stan/Stanley, because my brain goes: huh? every damned time.
Last thing -- the story I'm in two minds about how to finish -- I mean, I feel like fading to black -- but that might just be because I'm terribly sleepy right now LOL -- or perhaps saving and writing sex for it when I feel up to it -- pardon the pun...
Title: Untitled at the moment
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: G so far (PG if you think guys kissing would rate it that high...)
Category: Vignette, post-CotW
Summary: Never let a good thing slip away...
Notes: Not ONE word about being mushy, okay? ::sighs::
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The first time he woke up, it wasn't really 'up-and-at-'em' awake, just a lift of sleepy eyes and a subconscious acknowledgement of heat along the back of his body.
Full length.
Nice dream, sweet dream, bitter-sweet and hot, like the ones of nights before this one. Always variations of the same theme.
Back, Fraser was back from the cold North, back where Ray knew he couldn't stay. Fraser might tolerate Chicago, but the city ate him up from the inside.
Eventually there'd be nothing but an empty shell left. A Fraser-shaped shell without all the quirks that Ray loved.
Ray's dream wove itself around memories. He had thought there was nothing more impressive than his, at time, exasperating partner in action. Until he'd seen the man in his true element, had *lived* with him there for the duration of their quest.
Wow. Just... wow.
Sleep tugged him back under and the last fleeting thought to slide through Ray's mind was that this dream seemed so much more real than ever before. Maybe this was showing him what he *could* have had if he'd had the balls to tell Fraser how he felt before he'd left the Mountie behind and returned to Chicago?
---
Next time he awoke, dawn was near and the early light shone through his window. Ray rolled over onto his back, sighing as he could have sworn he could feel the sweet caress of residual heat in the sheets. As if there had been another body in his bed only moments earlier.
Ray's sleep-addled brain tried to keep up with the sight that met him when he finally opened his eyes and looked toward the bedroom door. Without his glasses and with his eyes still blurry from sleep, his vision was slightly fuzzy, but Ray figured he was dreaming anyway.
Why couldn't he have 20/20 vision in his dreams? Damn it. He wanted to see every detail in the vision of Fraser leaning against the open door, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a soft smile. At least Ray figured he was smiling, hard to tell from this distance.
He was dreaming, Ray was sure of it, as he held out a hand, not sure what for. Still, the apparition smiled wider and moved toward the bed.
'Please don't wake me up,' Ray thought as he watched Fraser get on his hands and knees on the bed, slowly advancing on him, crawling up the length of Ray's body.
Whoa!
Shock of warm body, heavy on top of his, slick tongue in his mouth with a hint of toothpaste mixed with a vaguely familiar taste.
"Mmmm?" Ray hummed around the tongue in his mouth.
"Hmm?" Fraser pulled back and gave him a loopy smile.
"Jeez... you're really here..." Ray touched the side of Fraser's face and drew in his breath, hard, when Fraser's eyes slid shut and he leaned into the touch.
The blue-grey eyes opened again and Ray got another kiss, a long and hard one.
"You seem to need verification of my presence quite often these days," Fraser replied, a little breathlessly. "Is it so hard to believe that I'm am actually here?"
Ray swallowed hard and pulled Fraser down against him again. Oh God... His memories mixed with his dreams for a moment, then it hit.
He'd been in bed when someone had knocked on the door. Getting out and opening it, he'd found Fraser standing there, looking scruffy, tired, holding the Stetson in his hands, with an apologetic look to his face.
Neither had said anything, but Ray had found himself engulfed in a warm embrace. God, they'd just hugged each other for the longest time until Ray had realized that Fraser was trembling under his hand.
Exhaustion... Who knew how long the foolish Mountie had been on his feet, how long it had taken to get to Chicago.
They'd said nothing, but there had been no mistaking the frantic kiss that Ray had no idea who'd initiated. Still, Fraser looked like he was about to fall over and Ray had to admit his own months since they'd parted had been anything but restful.
So they'd stripped down and climbed into bed, arms tight around each other, as if they both feared waking up without the other. He'd actually shared his bed, naked, with the Mountie of his dreams, without anything happening? Jeez.
Oooh, but they were making up for that now. Fraser's mouth seemed fused to his own and Ray was busy sucking on the tongue sneaking past his lips. Oh yeah, and pushing those offending boxers down over that mighty fine ass.
Yup, busy touching what he'd coveted for so damned long.
I've been reading DS fic lately but I must admit there's one thing that can make me bring out search/replace and do that to another person's story. People using 'Stan/Stanley' for RayK -- I mean, he doesn't like that name, we KNOW that. Sure, have people use it to annoy him, but generally in a fic? If it's well written I have no trouble keeping RayV and RayK apart. If anything, it drives me bat shit when I read Stan/Stanley, because my brain goes: huh? every damned time.
Last thing -- the story I'm in two minds about how to finish -- I mean, I feel like fading to black -- but that might just be because I'm terribly sleepy right now LOL -- or perhaps saving and writing sex for it when I feel up to it -- pardon the pun...
Title: Untitled at the moment
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: G so far (PG if you think guys kissing would rate it that high...)
Category: Vignette, post-CotW
Summary: Never let a good thing slip away...
Notes: Not ONE word about being mushy, okay? ::sighs::
---
The first time he woke up, it wasn't really 'up-and-at-'em' awake, just a lift of sleepy eyes and a subconscious acknowledgement of heat along the back of his body.
Full length.
Nice dream, sweet dream, bitter-sweet and hot, like the ones of nights before this one. Always variations of the same theme.
Back, Fraser was back from the cold North, back where Ray knew he couldn't stay. Fraser might tolerate Chicago, but the city ate him up from the inside.
Eventually there'd be nothing but an empty shell left. A Fraser-shaped shell without all the quirks that Ray loved.
Ray's dream wove itself around memories. He had thought there was nothing more impressive than his, at time, exasperating partner in action. Until he'd seen the man in his true element, had *lived* with him there for the duration of their quest.
Wow. Just... wow.
Sleep tugged him back under and the last fleeting thought to slide through Ray's mind was that this dream seemed so much more real than ever before. Maybe this was showing him what he *could* have had if he'd had the balls to tell Fraser how he felt before he'd left the Mountie behind and returned to Chicago?
---
Next time he awoke, dawn was near and the early light shone through his window. Ray rolled over onto his back, sighing as he could have sworn he could feel the sweet caress of residual heat in the sheets. As if there had been another body in his bed only moments earlier.
Ray's sleep-addled brain tried to keep up with the sight that met him when he finally opened his eyes and looked toward the bedroom door. Without his glasses and with his eyes still blurry from sleep, his vision was slightly fuzzy, but Ray figured he was dreaming anyway.
Why couldn't he have 20/20 vision in his dreams? Damn it. He wanted to see every detail in the vision of Fraser leaning against the open door, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a soft smile. At least Ray figured he was smiling, hard to tell from this distance.
He was dreaming, Ray was sure of it, as he held out a hand, not sure what for. Still, the apparition smiled wider and moved toward the bed.
'Please don't wake me up,' Ray thought as he watched Fraser get on his hands and knees on the bed, slowly advancing on him, crawling up the length of Ray's body.
Whoa!
Shock of warm body, heavy on top of his, slick tongue in his mouth with a hint of toothpaste mixed with a vaguely familiar taste.
"Mmmm?" Ray hummed around the tongue in his mouth.
"Hmm?" Fraser pulled back and gave him a loopy smile.
"Jeez... you're really here..." Ray touched the side of Fraser's face and drew in his breath, hard, when Fraser's eyes slid shut and he leaned into the touch.
The blue-grey eyes opened again and Ray got another kiss, a long and hard one.
"You seem to need verification of my presence quite often these days," Fraser replied, a little breathlessly. "Is it so hard to believe that I'm am actually here?"
Ray swallowed hard and pulled Fraser down against him again. Oh God... His memories mixed with his dreams for a moment, then it hit.
He'd been in bed when someone had knocked on the door. Getting out and opening it, he'd found Fraser standing there, looking scruffy, tired, holding the Stetson in his hands, with an apologetic look to his face.
Neither had said anything, but Ray had found himself engulfed in a warm embrace. God, they'd just hugged each other for the longest time until Ray had realized that Fraser was trembling under his hand.
Exhaustion... Who knew how long the foolish Mountie had been on his feet, how long it had taken to get to Chicago.
They'd said nothing, but there had been no mistaking the frantic kiss that Ray had no idea who'd initiated. Still, Fraser looked like he was about to fall over and Ray had to admit his own months since they'd parted had been anything but restful.
So they'd stripped down and climbed into bed, arms tight around each other, as if they both feared waking up without the other. He'd actually shared his bed, naked, with the Mountie of his dreams, without anything happening? Jeez.
Oooh, but they were making up for that now. Fraser's mouth seemed fused to his own and Ray was busy sucking on the tongue sneaking past his lips. Oh yeah, and pushing those offending boxers down over that mighty fine ass.
Yup, busy touching what he'd coveted for so damned long.
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And just a note: You're really good with imagery. :)
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Why that's the sweetest thing anyone's said to me for ages LOL
*^_^*
Thanks
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Wouldn't you? It'd be like being named Jack Sparrow or Indiana Jones! Why do parents do that to their kids? Argh!
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Ray is a pretty name too. :)
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Oh Xim? You want to make me a DS fangirl? *giggles* :))
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of course -- is it working?
As for sharing -- what type of connection do you have? the files are appx 240-360mb in size and we've been using both www.yousendit.com and AIM for transfers so far. If not, I can throw 'em on a disc for you. Depending again if you've got a DVD drive on the comp. Not much room on ordinary CD-Rs.