"They call it Stormy Monday..."
Good morning, my little chickadees!
Let's start off the work week by rolling around on the floor together, shall we?
Title - Snug as a Bug in a Rug
Author - Alex SisterWolf and Alicia Malone
Rating - NC17
Pairing - F/K
Link - http://fanfic.badb.net/ds/snugasabugina.html
This story never fails to make me smile, and it's for spot on voices like this that do it for me. (Oh, ok, fine. Also - the sex is HOT, ok?)
Fraser wasn't sure what to make of the expression on Ray's face-- pained and tense, but with some other emotion underlying it. He took a deep breath and put it out of his mind. "Very well. I'm afraid this won't be comfortable for either one of us, but I believe that if you keep your head turned to one side I won't accidentally smother you. Yell if breathing becomes a problem."
Fraser began to inch himself out of the rug, twisting his body and squirming by increments past Ray. The effort unfortunately involved rubbing his entire body against Ray-- something that Fraser had thought about in rather different circumstances, but had never anticipated doing while rolled up inside an enormous Persian rug.
Ray barely held in the answering growl to having Fraser all but feel him up, balling his fists even tighter than they were before. He was unnaturally still, his head turned away from Fraser's body, his teeth biting through the skin on the other side of his mouth. Think about baseball. Baseball. Hitting that homerun. Seeing Fraser's face and the pride the first time he watched the tape... He mentally groaned. That didn't help. Anytime Fraser showed any amount of pride in something Ray did, he wanted to things to the Mountie that partners just did not do to each other. Curling. Curling. Think about curling. Jesus, curling sucks.
Let's start off the work week by rolling around on the floor together, shall we?
Title - Snug as a Bug in a Rug
Author - Alex SisterWolf and Alicia Malone
Rating - NC17
Pairing - F/K
Link - http://fanfic.badb.net/ds/snugasabugina.html
This story never fails to make me smile, and it's for spot on voices like this that do it for me. (Oh, ok, fine. Also - the sex is HOT, ok?)
Fraser wasn't sure what to make of the expression on Ray's face-- pained and tense, but with some other emotion underlying it. He took a deep breath and put it out of his mind. "Very well. I'm afraid this won't be comfortable for either one of us, but I believe that if you keep your head turned to one side I won't accidentally smother you. Yell if breathing becomes a problem."
Fraser began to inch himself out of the rug, twisting his body and squirming by increments past Ray. The effort unfortunately involved rubbing his entire body against Ray-- something that Fraser had thought about in rather different circumstances, but had never anticipated doing while rolled up inside an enormous Persian rug.
Ray barely held in the answering growl to having Fraser all but feel him up, balling his fists even tighter than they were before. He was unnaturally still, his head turned away from Fraser's body, his teeth biting through the skin on the other side of his mouth. Think about baseball. Baseball. Hitting that homerun. Seeing Fraser's face and the pride the first time he watched the tape... He mentally groaned. That didn't help. Anytime Fraser showed any amount of pride in something Ray did, he wanted to things to the Mountie that partners just did not do to each other. Curling. Curling. Think about curling. Jesus, curling sucks.