Ray's Fingerprints Challenge fic: "Fumble" "Burning" & "Sneakers" by Aingeal
Title: Fumble
Author: Aingeal
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Rating: PG
Word Count: 174
Prompt: 3. the table leg
Summary: Is that your knee?
Disclaimer: Sadly not mine though I wish they were.
Fumble
Fraser hadn't realised how much he admired Ray's hands until they had eaten pizza together. That was eating pizza together without interruption. Ray;s hands were very attractive and very talented. Fraser certainly could attest to that. Ray;s hands were always warm and loving.
He also enjoyed holding Ray;s hand under the table. This did make it less practical to eat, only having one hand free but it was well worth it. So it was one quiet evening, eating stew that Fraser tried to reach for Ray's hand. He ended up touching Ray's knee.
“Was that you?” Ray asked.
“Ah, yes, sorry, Ray,” Fraser replied.
Ray reached forward and Fraser fumbled.
“Is that your chair?” Ray asked.
Fraser shook his head. “It's the table leg, Ray.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Hang on, Ray.”
Fraser manoeuvred his hand and managed to find Ray's. He took hold of it and moved it back to the middle of the table.
“Happy, Benny?” Ray asked.
Fraser gave a small smile. “Yes, Ray.”
He did love holding Ray's hand.
Title: Burning
Author: Aingeal
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Rating: PG
Word Count: 321
Prompt: 4. the oven handle
Summary: Fraser didn't have a care in the world.
Disclaimer: Sadly not mine though I wish they were.
Burning
Lying relaxed and happy in bed Fraser didn't have a care in the world. He pulled Ray closer and gave him a gentle kiss. After two days in which they'd barely had any time to themselves they had made up for it as soon as their respective shifts had ended. Fraser had no regrets.
“Mmm this is nice, Benny,” Ray said, running a lazy hand down Fraser's arm.
“Yes, Ray,” Fraser replied.
They were very quiet then, not needing words. Fraser felt himself drifting off to sleep in Ray's company. He found his eyes kept closing. He didn't fight it, there was nothing wrong with a quick nap. Beside him Ray already seemed to be sleeping. Fraser was sure they would wake shortly. He had forgotten all about the timer on the oven.
Fraser woke up to a strange smell, almost a burning. He jarred Ray awake.
“What, Benny?” Ray said, sleepily.
“Can you smell that,Ray?” Fraser asked.
Ray sat up. “Have you got anything in the oven?”
“Only...oh dear...”!
Ray, despite his sleepiness leapt out of the bed and ran over to the oven. He opened it and was met by smoke, “Ah geez, Benny!”
Fraser raced over to help. He grabbed a towel and pulled out the tray. He opened the window and dumped it onto the fire escape.
“What was that?” Ray asked.
“It was a roast, ray,” Fraser, replied, sadly. It was to be a special dinner for the two of them.
Ray peered out of the window. “Well, it's charcoal now.”
“Yes, Ray.”
Ray took hold of Fraser's hand. “Aww, Benny, don't worry about it.”
“What are we going to do for dinner, Ray?”
Ray kissed his cheek. “Let's not worry about that right now.”
Fraser was going to protest more but he found as they wandered back to bed he couldn't. Well he and Ray did have lost time to make up for.
Title: Sneakers
Author: Aingeal
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Rating: PG
Word Count: 444
Prompt: 5. Fraser's sneakers
Summary: Fraser might not be cheating at basketball but he does have new sneakers.
Disclaimer: Sadly not mine though I wish they were.
Sneakers
Ray rarely saw Fraser in sneakers but they were occasions where boots of any sort wouldn't do and Fraser used slightly more urban footwear. One occasion was on the basketball court when he could get Fraser to agree to some one on one.
Sometimes though it was a bad idea, especially as Fraser was currently five baskets up. Ray had been off his game all evening but he blamed that on the fact he'd been working double time to wrap up his last case. He had successfully done so but it had taken his toll.
“Is that thirteen - seven?” Fraser asked as he made another basket.
“Yeah, let's call it a night, Benny,” Ray said. He was tired.
“All right, Ray,” Fraser agreed. “Thank you for the game.”
“You're welcome, Benny. Next time you beat me try not to make it so much.”
“Sorry, Ray.”
“You don't apologise for winning. Unless you were cheating and you can't cheat.”
“Perhaps my victory was due to these new sneakers.”
Fraser was, in fact, taking said new sneakers off and putting on the boots he had brought with him.
“You;re not keeping them on?”
Fraser shook his head. “They don't seem to breathe as well as my boots. Or any of my other footwear.”
Ray snorted. “All you have are boots.” He picked up one of Fraser's sneakers and sniffed it. “Geez, Benny!” he said, putting it down. “Have you seen a doctor about that?”
“What could he do for my sneakers?” Fraser asked.
“I meant your feet. They...smell.”
Realisation seemed to dawn on Fraser's face.
“Oh. Is it not normal, Ray?”
Ray took off his one of his own sneakers and held it in Fraser's direction.
Fraser took it and sniffed, inhaling deeply.
“Ewww, Fraser!”
“You have an interesting foot smell, Ray,” Fraser said, sniffing them again.
“You're not supposed to smell it like Frannie smells hundred dollars of perfume.”
“It's a musty smell,” Fraser commentated.
“Will you stop that?”
Fraser lowered Ray's sneaker.
“Next thing is you'll be sniffing my feet.”
Fraser had a certain look on his face.
“No, you are not sniffing my feet.”
“Why not, Ray?”
“Because...” Ray couldn't actually think of a suitable reason that would satiate a Mountie's curiosity. “Never mind.”
“Never mind what?”
“Sniffing my feet.”
“Oh.” Fraser had sounded disappointed,
Ray sighed. “Fine you can sniff my feet. Happy?”
Fraser smiled. “Very Ray.”
“Good.” Ray picked up his stuff and they left the gym. He needed a shower, Fraser needed a shower. As long as Fraser didn't decide to sniff his feet in the shower everything would be fine. Then again it might make things interesting.
Author: Aingeal
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Rating: PG
Word Count: 174
Prompt: 3. the table leg
Summary: Is that your knee?
Disclaimer: Sadly not mine though I wish they were.
Fumble
Fraser hadn't realised how much he admired Ray's hands until they had eaten pizza together. That was eating pizza together without interruption. Ray;s hands were very attractive and very talented. Fraser certainly could attest to that. Ray;s hands were always warm and loving.
He also enjoyed holding Ray;s hand under the table. This did make it less practical to eat, only having one hand free but it was well worth it. So it was one quiet evening, eating stew that Fraser tried to reach for Ray's hand. He ended up touching Ray's knee.
“Was that you?” Ray asked.
“Ah, yes, sorry, Ray,” Fraser replied.
Ray reached forward and Fraser fumbled.
“Is that your chair?” Ray asked.
Fraser shook his head. “It's the table leg, Ray.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Hang on, Ray.”
Fraser manoeuvred his hand and managed to find Ray's. He took hold of it and moved it back to the middle of the table.
“Happy, Benny?” Ray asked.
Fraser gave a small smile. “Yes, Ray.”
He did love holding Ray's hand.
Title: Burning
Author: Aingeal
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Rating: PG
Word Count: 321
Prompt: 4. the oven handle
Summary: Fraser didn't have a care in the world.
Disclaimer: Sadly not mine though I wish they were.
Burning
Lying relaxed and happy in bed Fraser didn't have a care in the world. He pulled Ray closer and gave him a gentle kiss. After two days in which they'd barely had any time to themselves they had made up for it as soon as their respective shifts had ended. Fraser had no regrets.
“Mmm this is nice, Benny,” Ray said, running a lazy hand down Fraser's arm.
“Yes, Ray,” Fraser replied.
They were very quiet then, not needing words. Fraser felt himself drifting off to sleep in Ray's company. He found his eyes kept closing. He didn't fight it, there was nothing wrong with a quick nap. Beside him Ray already seemed to be sleeping. Fraser was sure they would wake shortly. He had forgotten all about the timer on the oven.
Fraser woke up to a strange smell, almost a burning. He jarred Ray awake.
“What, Benny?” Ray said, sleepily.
“Can you smell that,Ray?” Fraser asked.
Ray sat up. “Have you got anything in the oven?”
“Only...oh dear...”!
Ray, despite his sleepiness leapt out of the bed and ran over to the oven. He opened it and was met by smoke, “Ah geez, Benny!”
Fraser raced over to help. He grabbed a towel and pulled out the tray. He opened the window and dumped it onto the fire escape.
“What was that?” Ray asked.
“It was a roast, ray,” Fraser, replied, sadly. It was to be a special dinner for the two of them.
Ray peered out of the window. “Well, it's charcoal now.”
“Yes, Ray.”
Ray took hold of Fraser's hand. “Aww, Benny, don't worry about it.”
“What are we going to do for dinner, Ray?”
Ray kissed his cheek. “Let's not worry about that right now.”
Fraser was going to protest more but he found as they wandered back to bed he couldn't. Well he and Ray did have lost time to make up for.
Title: Sneakers
Author: Aingeal
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Rating: PG
Word Count: 444
Prompt: 5. Fraser's sneakers
Summary: Fraser might not be cheating at basketball but he does have new sneakers.
Disclaimer: Sadly not mine though I wish they were.
Sneakers
Ray rarely saw Fraser in sneakers but they were occasions where boots of any sort wouldn't do and Fraser used slightly more urban footwear. One occasion was on the basketball court when he could get Fraser to agree to some one on one.
Sometimes though it was a bad idea, especially as Fraser was currently five baskets up. Ray had been off his game all evening but he blamed that on the fact he'd been working double time to wrap up his last case. He had successfully done so but it had taken his toll.
“Is that thirteen - seven?” Fraser asked as he made another basket.
“Yeah, let's call it a night, Benny,” Ray said. He was tired.
“All right, Ray,” Fraser agreed. “Thank you for the game.”
“You're welcome, Benny. Next time you beat me try not to make it so much.”
“Sorry, Ray.”
“You don't apologise for winning. Unless you were cheating and you can't cheat.”
“Perhaps my victory was due to these new sneakers.”
Fraser was, in fact, taking said new sneakers off and putting on the boots he had brought with him.
“You;re not keeping them on?”
Fraser shook his head. “They don't seem to breathe as well as my boots. Or any of my other footwear.”
Ray snorted. “All you have are boots.” He picked up one of Fraser's sneakers and sniffed it. “Geez, Benny!” he said, putting it down. “Have you seen a doctor about that?”
“What could he do for my sneakers?” Fraser asked.
“I meant your feet. They...smell.”
Realisation seemed to dawn on Fraser's face.
“Oh. Is it not normal, Ray?”
Ray took off his one of his own sneakers and held it in Fraser's direction.
Fraser took it and sniffed, inhaling deeply.
“Ewww, Fraser!”
“You have an interesting foot smell, Ray,” Fraser said, sniffing them again.
“You're not supposed to smell it like Frannie smells hundred dollars of perfume.”
“It's a musty smell,” Fraser commentated.
“Will you stop that?”
Fraser lowered Ray's sneaker.
“Next thing is you'll be sniffing my feet.”
Fraser had a certain look on his face.
“No, you are not sniffing my feet.”
“Why not, Ray?”
“Because...” Ray couldn't actually think of a suitable reason that would satiate a Mountie's curiosity. “Never mind.”
“Never mind what?”
“Sniffing my feet.”
“Oh.” Fraser had sounded disappointed,
Ray sighed. “Fine you can sniff my feet. Happy?”
Fraser smiled. “Very Ray.”
“Good.” Ray picked up his stuff and they left the gym. He needed a shower, Fraser needed a shower. As long as Fraser didn't decide to sniff his feet in the shower everything would be fine. Then again it might make things interesting.