so hot i could die

[schmerica]

I just realized that I am an idiot and forgot to save all the sexy, sexy Fraser/Victoria screencaps before pgsnapshots.com shut down this weekend. Those are, like, a necessity of life, dude! Damn my lack of s1 dvds.

To make up for it, I present a poll.

[Poll #485744]

Edited to add: How did I forget Fraser on his back on his bed with the suspenders and undershirt as one of the options in question 2? I fail.

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[abelladonna.livejournal.com]

For a moment, for an hour, for a night, she thought he would let her go. No one would ever know. But then, at daybreak, she'd seen his eyes. He would know. And he couldn't do it. She could have tried to run again, she didn't think he would have had it in him to stop her. But something held her to his side. And that same something made her hold out her wrists for the cold metal of the cuffs, not flinching even though the metal was almost cold enough to burn. She'd looked back at him, and his eyes… the days and nights between them fell away, and the two of them were nothing more than Mountie and criminal. And she went to jail.

Victoria had plenty of time to learn to hate in prison, and she'd learned that well. But when she got to Chicago, when she saw him standing in front of her in his proper red serge, that hate had fallen away. She'd read once that hate and love were sides of the same coin. Of course they were. Victoria had never felt so strongly about anyone besides Ben. The feelings that twisted through her chest when she saw his eyes and the line of his jaw were uncontrollable. They weren't understandable, or rational, like the slow revenge she had planned. No, this feeling just was.

She'd been calm at first. She remembered that, calm and rational, and in control of herself. But then, his head had bowed, his eyes had dropped, and the anger exploded, smashing through lifelong barricades. She was moving, shoving him, hoping to hurt him, to hurt him the way he'd hurt her. But he just took it, just took it like he deserved it. Because he had deserved it.

And then her fingers were between his lips and his hand was in her hair, her mouth was filled with the musky taste of his skin, and her thighs were pressed to his hips, and it was so familiar and so warm. It had been so long since she was warm, since that last night, the one they spent in sight of the church steeple. That was the last time she had been warm.

The rest of it was a blur and there was nothing but his pale skin, his thick hair, his huge hands moving softly over her skin as if she'd break, his husky voice whispering first her name. Then those familiar words, over and over again, 'I caught this morning morning's minion, kingdom of daylight's dauphin'.

When Victoria came, she'd cried.

After Ben fell into a fitful sleep, she'd laid beside him, listening to him breath. He was so beautiful, so clean, so good. He'd never choose her. He couldn't then, and she knew he couldn't now. But, god, she wanted to try.

If only she'd stayed in the warmth of the bed, then she wouldn't have gone to the window, seen Jolly watching. Maybe if she hadn't seen that she would have been able to fool herself into thinking that some fairy tale life was possible.

If there was one thing Victoria had always done, it was live in the real world. And in the real world women like her did not get happy endings, especially not with men like Benton Fraser.

With a sigh, Victoria clicked on the light and picked up the gloves lying beside the sink. She had to do this; she had to get through this. She had to survive, that was the one thing that mattered. She'd do what she had to do. She always had.

END

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

The rest of it was a blur and there was nothing but his pale skin, his thick hair, his huge hands moving softly over her skin as if she'd break, his husky voice whispering first her name. Then those familiar words, over and over again, 'I caught this morning morning's minion, kingdom of daylight's dauphin'.

Mmmmm. Pretty.