f/k snippet for nif
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nifra_idril, because I adore her and want her to be happy like whoa. Thank you to lynnmonster for quick beta and smoothing awkward bits.
Nifra's prompt: F/K, belligerent.
*****
Ray yanked his shirt over his head, discarding it to the foot of the bed with a flick of his wrist.
He looked back toward Fraser, his expression something halfway between a glare and a challenge.
"Well? What are you waiting for?"
Fraser looked down at his own body, still standing fully dressed -- barely even inside the room -- and back again to Ray, kneeling in the middle of the bed, half-stripped, waiting and open.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Fraser said.
Ray ran his fingers through his hair and blew out a long breath. He rolled off the bed and stood up, and as he began working on his fly, Fraser found himself staring straight ahead at Ray's bare and ink-lined shoulder.
Fraser swallowed and unfolded his arms from his chest.
"What kind of question is that?" Ray said, as the trousers fell to pool around his feet. He stepped out of them and kicked them away, and then he turned toward Fraser.
Fraser gazed at the broad expanse of skin across Ray's arms, legs, chest, sides, all pale and lightly lined in the darkened room. When Ray took another step closer he almost reached out -- to touch, grab, have, take -- but he controlled the impulse, clenching his fist against his side instead and cracking his neck.
"I just don't think you've actually thought out all the ramifications--" he started to say, but Ray was still walking forward, closer and closer. Fraser took a step back in self-defense, but that merely brought him to the wall, a situation Ray immediately took advantage of, pressing against him, pinning him with the weight of his own body.
His warm body, freely offered, unimagined; Fraser stared back into Ray's eyes, feeling filled with something that was neither terror nor giddiness, but seemed to share some characteristics with both.
Ray's face was so close to his that Fraser could feel his breath as he spoke. "Fraser," Ray said quietly. "Do you got to fight with me about every single thing?"
For a moment, Fraser didn't -- couldn't speak. Finally he managed, "So it would seem, Ray," and he felt Ray's amused puff of air against his chin just before Ray's mouth came forward to meet his.
nifra_idril, because I adore her and want her to be happy like whoa. Thank you to lynnmonster for quick beta and smoothing awkward bits.Nifra's prompt: F/K, belligerent.
*****
Ray yanked his shirt over his head, discarding it to the foot of the bed with a flick of his wrist.
He looked back toward Fraser, his expression something halfway between a glare and a challenge.
"Well? What are you waiting for?"
Fraser looked down at his own body, still standing fully dressed -- barely even inside the room -- and back again to Ray, kneeling in the middle of the bed, half-stripped, waiting and open.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Fraser said.
Ray ran his fingers through his hair and blew out a long breath. He rolled off the bed and stood up, and as he began working on his fly, Fraser found himself staring straight ahead at Ray's bare and ink-lined shoulder.
Fraser swallowed and unfolded his arms from his chest.
"What kind of question is that?" Ray said, as the trousers fell to pool around his feet. He stepped out of them and kicked them away, and then he turned toward Fraser.
Fraser gazed at the broad expanse of skin across Ray's arms, legs, chest, sides, all pale and lightly lined in the darkened room. When Ray took another step closer he almost reached out -- to touch, grab, have, take -- but he controlled the impulse, clenching his fist against his side instead and cracking his neck.
"I just don't think you've actually thought out all the ramifications--" he started to say, but Ray was still walking forward, closer and closer. Fraser took a step back in self-defense, but that merely brought him to the wall, a situation Ray immediately took advantage of, pressing against him, pinning him with the weight of his own body.
His warm body, freely offered, unimagined; Fraser stared back into Ray's eyes, feeling filled with something that was neither terror nor giddiness, but seemed to share some characteristics with both.
Ray's face was so close to his that Fraser could feel his breath as he spoke. "Fraser," Ray said quietly. "Do you got to fight with me about every single thing?"
For a moment, Fraser didn't -- couldn't speak. Finally he managed, "So it would seem, Ray," and he felt Ray's amused puff of air against his chin just before Ray's mouth came forward to meet his.
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22/8/04 20:58 (UTC)And I love this -- much like I love you -- like whoa. I love angry!stripping!Ray and Totallyintimidatedbythenaked!Fraser. *hmms happily and snugs you tightly*
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23/8/04 20:24 (UTC)Dude, really, I am so so glad you liked this. I was all worried! Especially since belligerent is such a cool word and there's all this interesting MotB or assholey-Ray-and/or-snarky-Fraser stuff you can do with it, and I couldn't get it together.
I love you like whoa! Like so much whoa! A world of whoa!
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22/8/04 22:43 (UTC)(no subject)
23/8/04 20:25 (UTC)(no subject)
23/8/04 03:43 (UTC)*falls on the floor, dead*
This?
He rolled off the bed and stood up, and as he began working on his fly, Fraser found himself staring straight ahead at Ray's bare and ink-lined shoulder.
Is the single hottest thing I think I've ever read. Whoa momma.
*loves on pearl*
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23/8/04 20:26 (UTC)*loves on you back*
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23/8/04 04:06 (UTC)Ray ran his fingers through his hair and blew out a long breath. He rolled off the bed and stood up, and as he began working on his fly, Fraser found himself staring straight ahead at Ray's bare and ink-lined shoulder.
in such a meaningful way I can't even think on it too closely without breathing funny. Yay for pearl-o fic! *hearts*
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23/8/04 20:27 (UTC)(no subject)
23/8/04 06:00 (UTC)::thud::
::weak moan from vicinity of the floor::
"I've fallen and I can't get up!"
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23/8/04 20:29 (UTC)*lends carla a hand up*
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23/8/04 06:30 (UTC)I still love this
"Fraser," Ray said quietly. "Do you got to fight with me about every single thing?"
the best.
::smooches::
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23/8/04 20:30 (UTC)(no subject)
23/8/04 06:51 (UTC)(no subject)
23/8/04 20:31 (UTC)(no subject)
23/8/04 13:29 (UTC)His warm body, freely offered, unimagined; Fraser stared back into Ray's eyes, feeling filled with something that was neither terror nor giddiness, but seemed to share some characteristics with both.
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23/8/04 20:32 (UTC)(no subject)
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24/8/04 19:15 (UTC)(no subject)
24/8/04 21:48 (UTC)Ahahaha. That's sort of the appeal of slash a lot of the time right there -- all the same things as always, only *naked*! Only, you know, with the actually getting-to-the-fucking.
Um, yes. I'm really glad you enjoyed; thank you!
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27/8/04 14:57 (UTC)*snugs*
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27/8/04 18:48 (UTC)