ficlet #2

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lynnmonster asked for: Fraser/RayK, "The wolf's got the right idea"

*****

Ray's laying on the couch, sprawled out full length. It's a long day, he's sore all over, and he's exhausted. Fraser should be too -- Fraser had just as long a day as he did -- but Fraser's still bustling around the place all over, this and that and all this stupid stuff that can *wait*, for pete's sake. Just watching him is making Ray even tireder.

Ray throws an arm over his eyes in frustration. "Fraser, what the hell are you *doing*?" he says loudly. Fraser doesn't answer but Dief makes his own little noise, over from the chair across the room, and Ray moves his arm to glance over at him.

Snoring, sound asleep. Shocker of the century, there.

"The wolf's got the right idea," Ray calls out, closing his eyes again. "At least he's smart enough to get off of his feet before he collapses. Paws. Whatever."

Ray thought Fraser was still way across the room, but it's not even a second later he feels Fraser sit down on the other end of the couch. Ray opens his eyes long enough to watch Fraser sit back and lift Ray's feet back into his lap, and then closes them again.

"I swear to God, Fraser, I take back every bad thing I ever said about you," Ray mutters, as Fraser begins to rub his feet, in that slow thorough way he's got. "Oh, *yeah*."

Fraser makes a noise like Ray's just said something funny, but he doesn't say anything, just keeps up the massage.

If this isn't love, Ray has no idea what the hell *is*.