They Eat Pizza Don't They
AU's ... YES!YES!YES! I love this challenge already.
Some - like the AU of all AU's HAWKS AND HANDS by dsudis - were already mentioned in earlier challenges ... so ... again?
Title: They Eat Pizza Don't They?
Author: brooklinegirl
Pairing: F/K
Rating: NC-17
Length: 168K
Why I'm reccing this fic: Because Ray is making Pizza and falls for a Canadian Mountie. AND it's written by brooklinegirl!
Fraser sighed and laid down on his back, staring at the ceiling and lacing his hands over his chest. "My door doesn't lock."
Ray stared at him, bewildered, trying to figure out if this was weird Canadian slang for some sort of sex thing. "I, uh - wait, what?"
"My door." Fraser waved his hand irritably towards his front door. "It doesn't lock."
Ray craned his neck around to stare at the door which was - yes - without any sort of visible locking mechanism. He still didn't get quite what this had to do with the current situation, but - "You live here without a lock?" The man was a nutcase.
Fraser tilted his head to look at him. "It's a nice neighborhood, Ray." He sounded slightly hurt. And a little insane, if he thought this was a nice neighborhood. Where the fuck had he been living that this looked nice? Harlem, Canada?
They Eat Pizza Don't They?
Some - like the AU of all AU's HAWKS AND HANDS by dsudis - were already mentioned in earlier challenges ... so ... again?
Title: They Eat Pizza Don't They?
Author: brooklinegirl
Pairing: F/K
Rating: NC-17
Length: 168K
Why I'm reccing this fic: Because Ray is making Pizza and falls for a Canadian Mountie. AND it's written by brooklinegirl!
Fraser sighed and laid down on his back, staring at the ceiling and lacing his hands over his chest. "My door doesn't lock."
Ray stared at him, bewildered, trying to figure out if this was weird Canadian slang for some sort of sex thing. "I, uh - wait, what?"
"My door." Fraser waved his hand irritably towards his front door. "It doesn't lock."
Ray craned his neck around to stare at the door which was - yes - without any sort of visible locking mechanism. He still didn't get quite what this had to do with the current situation, but - "You live here without a lock?" The man was a nutcase.
Fraser tilted his head to look at him. "It's a nice neighborhood, Ray." He sounded slightly hurt. And a little insane, if he thought this was a nice neighborhood. Where the fuck had he been living that this looked nice? Harlem, Canada?
They Eat Pizza Don't They?