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ds_undercover stories were posted today! And they rock! And I have no idea who wrote, um ... any of them!

I did, however, battle lj fiercely earlier this evening to try and manage to comment on at least a few of the stories, so I am allowing myself to make recommendations now.

(For those of you not playing along with the game, none of the authors are attached to any of these stories, to allow for random guessing.)

So, a couple of my favorites of the stories so far:

#2: The Price of Expedience: So this is not only funny, and not only slashy in the best way, but it also has really great bits for Francesca, Welsh and especially Bob Fraser. Which is kind of impressive in something so short.

"Francesca!" he said, and his voice sounded strange and distant over the thud of his heartbeat. He attempted to extricate himself. Behind him, something crashed, but he didn't dare turn around. "I consider you a colleague! A sister. *Ray's* sister. And- and, I'm gay."

Francesca froze, and Fraser almost collapsed in relief. "What*?" she said. She pulled back.

What? Fraser replayed the last few seconds in his head. There was the kiss, and then he'd knocked over - oh dear, he rather suspected that had been Detective Dewey's favorite pot plant. And then, he'd said- oh. *Oh*. Francesca twitched as though she were about to swoop in again. "Gay!" Fraser said again, clutching at the word like a drowning man. "Gay as- gay as a young girl dancing around a maypole."

#3: Violets: Femslash! Frannie femslash! Frannie femslash and good writing and a nice Thatcher, too! Yay.

Over truly excellent manicotti and a bottle of wine that was technically a gift to the Consulate, Francesca said, “You kinda surprised me today. I didn’t think you could, you know, do that.”

Thatcher looked at her steadily. “Am I to be made of stone?”

“No,” Francesca said hurriedly, placing her hand on top of Thatcher’s.

“You’re touching me,” Thatcher blurted out.

Francesca didn’t seem inclined to move her hand. “Tonight. You should…you should come to dinner. At my house.”

Thatcher stared at her.

#10: No Mere Inspiration: Heeee. I especially like the well-selected details here -- plus another lovely Bob Fraser bit.

"Come, come," his father said reassuringly. "What's the problem?"

Fraser bit his lip. "I don't desire any of the beautiful women with which I am surrounded, several of whom have made it clear that they would gladly accept me as a sexual partner."

"Well," Robert Fraser said thoughtfully. "Can't help you there."

Fraser sighed. "Right. Thanks anyway."

"I've never heard of that problem. You must be some kind of freak."

"Right," Fraser said tersely. "Thanks."

#21: Ve Haff Vays of Making You Talk: This is wonderfully wacky, and very funny.

They’d been doing it for almost a month, and it was starting to drive him crazy.

“It” being the pursuit of one Lady Flora Robson, English royal family bad girl and suspected cat burglar. Ray had always wanted to be the star of his own Steve McQueen movie, but The Thomas Crown Affair wouldn’t have been in his top five. First, the camera tricks and funky Sixties editing tended to give him a headache, and second, that Faye Dunaway always got on his nerves.

#26: Milk, No Sugar: Welsh and Frannie interaction! It's kind of really, really adorable.

"*Miss Vecchio*!" he called, and banged his fist against the door.

"I heard you!" she shouted from the inside. He could hear her sniffling. "Now go away!"

"All right," Welsh said, sighing. "Enough of this. I need you to come out here—"

"Why?!" Francesca shrieked. "You need me to come out there so you can - rub my ear in all the things I do wrong? So you can make faces and – and – *roll your toes* when I try and make something nice around here? Oh no. You can just – just – *go away*. I’m not coming out."

#28: Forethought: Mmmmm. Lovely, sexy Fraser/Kowalski smut.

He is right, of course. This very image has been my late-night torment, more times than I can count.

But it seems wrong to admit it, somehow. Before three days ago, the desire between us was unspoken. And though we're delirious with the discovery of each others' bodies now, there seems something shameful about admitting that I used his image in my mind that way. That I fantasized about taking his sweet mouth until I spilled in my own hands, on my own sheets.

"No, I--" I gasp as he slides his mouth back down, one hand beginning to fondle my testicles. "I never imagined--"

"Hm," he says, around his mouthful of me, and the vibration makes me groan. He doesn't sound like he quite believes me, but in another few seconds I am too far gone to remember, or to care.

Or if you're not inclined to the wacky secretive hijinks, both nestra and shrift have posted lovely F/K kissing snippets in their livejournals today.

Mmm, I love my fandom.