yay, lynn

[schmerica]

lynnmonster is amazingly darling, if you didn't already know; between her various acts of generosity and neatness, I offered her a ficlet to try and make some of it up for her.

Of course, then she had to beta it, too, but. Well. *cough*

F/K, about 350 words.

*****

The room is dim, the slim blinds down, but a stream of morning light still comes through, pale and sweet.

Fraser arose, he showered and dressed and took Diefenbaker out, he put Ray's coffee on to brew, and sat down on the couch with a book he found in the bathroom and tried to read.

But somehow he's back here, standing in the threshold to the bedroom.

Ray sleeps on his side, curled up in what seems to Fraser an unlikely position, the blanket thrown off and the sheets wrapped awkwardly around his limbs. The arrangement shows off the lean expanse of his back, the decorated muscles of his arms, his elegant hands, one strangely endearing foot. One of the beams from the window is hitting the side of his face, highlighting the roughness of his stubble.

Fraser has a sudden strange urge to walk across the room and press his face to the curve of Ray's throat.

He doesn't. It seems utterly impossible that he was there, part of this tableau, not an hour ago.

He should go back into the other room, sit down and wait for Ray to wake up, but he can't make himself move: it's as if he's fixed here, feet planted at this very spot.

It's possible, Fraser's mind thinks slowly and calmly, that he has never known a person as well as he knows Ray Kowalski now. That he has never *seen* a person the way he has seen Ray. Fraser has seen him laughing and joyful -- seen him angry and miserable and frustrated -- frightened, brave, petty, *broken*.

That this realization is belated (how could he not have noticed, Fraser wonders, last night in his bed, last week as his partner, any other time he has known him--) does not make it any less frightening nor any less true.

Fraser *knows* Ray; he knows exactly who he is. And this, then -- this is love.

It's that, finally, that changes something, allows Fraser to move, and he takes one step into the room, and then another, just as Ray's eyes begin to open.

Comments

[lynnmonster.livejournal.com]

At the risk of repeating myself, I shall just say, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

I love this: I love the timing and moment of Fraser's revelation, and boy do I love the image of Kowalski asleep and dreaming like that.

[invader-jim.livejournal.com]

I second that. Including the squeal. :D Just right. *happy sigh*

[wildmachinery.livejournal.com]

I third that, plus the happy sigh.

[celli]

Fourth! A definite fourth.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

YAY!

[nowlive.livejournal.com]

Aw. Fraser just needs Ray. Plain and not so simple. Just lovely. Lucky Lynny.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[lamardeuse.livejournal.com]

What an utterly perfect little moment in time. Wonderful.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Thanks -- I'm glad you liked!

[dsudis.livejournal.com]

Awwww, beautiful. Excellent Sunday-morning wakeup fic.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Yay! *does the dance of Dira approval*

[akite.livejournal.com]

Sweet. I sighed happily too. :g:

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Heh, neat -- happy sighs for everybody!

[silverakira.livejournal.com]

Oh.

I love this, so so much. The image of Fraser and Ray, and this:

Fraser has seen him laughing and joyful -- seen him angry and miserable and frustrated -- frightened, brave, petty, *broken*.

My heart, how it hurts. In that good way. In that really fucking good way.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Oh! Thank you so much!

And actually, that sentence was kind of at the center of where I was coming from. There's one scene from Victoria's Secret that's completely stuck in my head forever -- it's the one between Bob and Fraser, in the breakroom, after Victoria's told Fraser she killed Jolly, and it's Fraser getting angry and talking about Bob and Caroline and then about him and Victoria, and it's been rattling around my head for ages about how Fraser thinks about love. Some of the language in that sentence is taken directly from the dialogue, actually. So, uh, lynn's request was kind of an excuse, I guess.

Um. Yes. Thank you again!

[beledibabe.livejournal.com]

So much with the Fraserness! And how like him to be startled by the realization that this, then, is love.

You are a wonderful writer -- packing so much emotion into so few words.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm really glad it worked so well for you, even just a small glimpse like this.

[qe2.livejournal.com]

Ah.

Sigh.

::drifts off to bed, smiling happily::

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

*bounces* Yay!

[brooklinegirl.livejournal.com]

ooooh. my god. how very much love I have for this ficlet and how ray sleeps so messy and how fraser watches him sleep so messy and can't remember how he fit in and both *woobie* and *heart*.

*is very, very sad that was out in the real world and missed you poll*

*glomps*

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

*glomps back* I am very happy you liked, my darling!

[estrella30.livejournal.com]

Oh honey. I *love* this.

Sorry the comment is so late. I did real life stuff this weekend! AWAY from the computer! eeeeeeeee!

*glomps you*

Wonderful story, honey!

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Real life, pffffft! Silly girl.

*glomps back lovingly*

[marialima.livejournal.com]

Wow.

Just now catching up with stuff and this was so extremely wonderful.

Carla hit it exactly: you convey so much in so few words.

Kudos!

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much!