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[schmerica]

In the category of things I never get tired of: waking-up stories. Everything from Fraser waking up in Ray's bed for the first time the morning after, all the way to lazy snuggly mornings in a post-CotW cabin when nobody wants to get out from under the quilt quite yet, but Ray convinces Fraser to have perhaps a minute or two of canoodling before he gets up and does his dutiful things.

Also, you know what's vaguely creepy and yet weirdly endearing for Fraser? Is the fact that you just know he sits around watching Ray sleep. Ray hasn't caught him yet, fortunately. (Now I have the Magnetic Fields song "Asleep and Dreaming" stuck in my head. OH FRASER. OH RAY.)

In conclusion: SNOW KISSES.

Comments

[kalpurna.livejournal.com]

you are my FAVORITE. Snow kisses indeed. I have such a sleep kink, and that... oh. Fraser watching Ray sleep. Lazy snuggly mornings. I want to read ALL of these RIGHT NOW. And maybe also slow delicious morning sex – neither one of them really awake yet, still slick from the night before, barely moving, eyes still closed. mmmm.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Sometimes I really run out of all the words in the world except for OH BOYS!

[etben.livejournal.com]

and ray's hair is even more ridiculous than usual, with one side all smushed down from where he was pressed up against fraser, and the other side is spiky and fluffy, because Fraser was running his hands through it while ray slept, and his breath is kind of ooky, and he can barely even open his eyes, he's that tired, but he smiles at fraser, and kisses him all sleepy-slow, and arches against fraser's hands and rubs up against fraser's body. fraser knows that if they don't get up right now, they'll have sex and then ray will fall back asleep as soon as they're finished, all fucked-out and sleepily blissful, but he wants it too much to stop, so he just smiles, and kisses ray back.

like that, you mean?

SNOW KISSES FOREVER!

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Mmmm, yes, like that! Even without the sex, though, there's something about sleep fic that is just intimate and addictive to me, you know?

SNOW KISSES UNITE.

[etben.livejournal.com]

...this tried to take over my stop_drop_porn entry, despite NOT BEING WHAT I WAS WRITING, OMG. But it's your fault, so maybe you want it?

it's here (http://etben.livejournal.com/28504.html), anyway. because it had to get out of the way in order for the porn to proceed.

(also: SNOW KISSES ATTACK!)

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

INVASION OF THE KILLER SNOW KISSES!

[aerye.livejournal.com]

I had a perfect pearl_o moment last night. I was watching a vid and just got sideswiped by how much I love these two guys together. A perfect moment of OTPness, of ohmigod MFEO don't you dare mess with 'em. It was lovely. ::g::

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

<3<3<3

I love how it seems like half the people who know me think I am a complete ball of fluff and the other half think I am a totally mean and evil girl. Apparently I AM BOTH!

*sigh* Oh, BOYS.

(Although even as I say this I am still trying to think about how I am going to get around to writing a F/V story finally this fall. Hmm!)

[grey853.livejournal.com]

Lovely images. I adore those kind of moments, too, quite, intimate, and hot all at the same time. In a lot of fandoms, I can read lots of different pairings or even trios. In DS, Fraser/RayK=OTP for me.

And Fraser totally watches Ray sleep, might even touch himself while he does it, might even catch Ray watching back.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

See, I think the watching him sleep thing isn't even sexual; just this weird obsessive tenderness. Oh, Fraser.

[grey853.livejournal.com]

I could see it go either way, sometimes obsessive, sometimes sexual, just depending on the day.

[aukestrel.livejournal.com]

Me. Too.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

HEART.

[mergatrude.livejournal.com]

SNOW KISSES!! The best of the BEST!

Also, best waking up fic ever = Two Better Hemispheres (http://www.stonesoup.co.nz/chinashop/fic/hemispheres.html) by Ms Shop.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Oh, YES. I was thinking about that fic as I wrote this entry, actually! SO GOOD.

[vee-fic.livejournal.com]

Okay, this is something I wrote for a larger story, that I'm not sure I'll finish, and, snow kisses it is not. But, I read the above and thought you might like it:

Rodney awoke to the sound of Sheppard whimpering. It was his usual noise, a low tense vocalization that he repeated often during his dream cycle. Rodney did the usual thing and nudged him in the back, expecting him to roll over and transition into a deeper stage of sleep. But this time Sheppard snapped awake suddenly, his body tense. It was shocking, that he should wake up like this, when he never had in the past. Guilty, Rodney listened to him blink and breathe, waiting for it to pass or for Sheppard to say something. Sheppard said nothing.

They had slept back to back more nights than either could count: in tents, in huts and shacks and hayricks and under the open sky. They had grown used to each other's space and movements, but had never discussed them. It seemed like the sort of thing that didn't need to be discussed, like whether one switched hands with a fork while eating. (Sheppard did; Rodney didn't.) Rodney did not know what to say.

"Colonel, are you awake?" he asked, feeling vaguely like this was a third-grade sleepover. (He'd only ever had one, and it was in the third grade, and he didn't know whether it was like that at other ages.)

"You elbowed me," said Sheppard. His voice was fully awake, a little accusatory, but a little up-pitch as if he were trying to make a joke out of it.

"I do that all the time when you're dreaming," said Rodney. "It makes you stop making noise."

Sheppard considered this. "I make noise when I'm dreaming?"

"You always do," Rodney said carefully. It had frightened him, that first time, sleeping next to a man who was practically still a stranger, waking to hear something like a moan out of him. He had sat bolt upright in the dark, a real, thorough darkness you didn't get in cities and towns, and steeled himself for running away in his underwear. And then he'd heard it a second time, and realized Sheppard hadn't moved, and reached out with one hand to feel his eyeballs moving under their lids, seeing invisible things. "You always have, as long as I've known you."

"What do I say?" asked Sheppard.

Rodney could not think of a manly synonym for 'whimper.' "It's not words. You sound really -- worried. Like it's something important."

They lay back to back while Sheppard digested this new information. "You know you snore, right?"

"Yeah," said Rodney.

"You know I elbow you to make you roll over?"

"Yeah," said Rodney.

"Okay." Sheppard settled himself, as if satisfied.

"What do you dream about?" asked Rodney.

Sheppard breathed in and out, shallow. He was already falling back into sleep. "I don't remember my dreams," he said.

Rodney lay awake for several minutes, listening to Sheppard's even breathing, and wondered whether that was a lie.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Oh, nice -- this is a really interesting snippet!