Just Desserts, line upon line of cocaine
A couple of Stella recs for you all! *g*
Title: Just Desserts
Author: china_shop
Pairing: Fraser/Stella
Rating: R
Length: long
Why I'm reccing this fic: This is the fic responsible for infecting me with the Fraser/Stella bug, and it's wonderful. Ray leaves Fraser, and Ray leaves Stella, and they find themselves together. This Stella is so real and human and wonderful, and I kind of love the happy ending.
He was reaching for his coat when a knock on the door distracted him from his purpose, and he pivoted to see a slim brunette enter the reception area. Doug, the other RCMP officer in the Detachment, had left early to collect a part for his fishing boat, so Fraser stepped forward to welcome the woman. The words died on his lips when he saw her face.
“You’ve dyed your hair,” he said, nonsensically, questions flashing through his mind. What had happened? Was Ray hurt? She didn’t seem agitated, there was no sense of urgency, yet this could hardly be a social call.
Her hand came up, seemingly automatically, to smooth the light brown bangs from her forehead. “Hello, Constable.”
“Welcome to Canada,” he said. “Is everything all right?” He realized he had no idea how to address her. She was no longer an Assistant State’s Attorney. “Ms Vecchio,” he tried.
She grimaced briefly, wiped her boots on the entrance mat, and unzipped her parka. “Call me Stella.”
Just Desserts
Title: line upon line of cocaine
Author: lalejandra
Pairing: Kowalski/Stella
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: God, I have SUCH a thing for bad boy Ray, but that's not why I love it. Well, it's just one part. Mostly, it's just young Stella through a young Ray's eyes, and you can almost TASTE the 80s and the cocaine and the dance floor. So fucking hot, and I LOVE this Stella.
She's got this thing for Shalimar, which Ray himself does not understand, because personally he likes the way women smell when they're sweaty right after three or four hours of sex, maybe with some hairspray underneath that smell, or some chewed off lipstick. And by women, Ray means Stella, cause he's never been with anyone else -- which he has never, in point of fact, ever told Stella. Mostly because he knows that she's been with other guys. Okay, fine, that's fine -- no it's not, but he's not gonna let her think it bothers him, cause Stella's always been the kinda girl who went out and did what you didn't like, just cause you didn't like it and she knew it.
And that is something Ray absolutely likes about her.
line upon line of cocaine
Title: Just Desserts
Author: china_shop
Pairing: Fraser/Stella
Rating: R
Length: long
Why I'm reccing this fic: This is the fic responsible for infecting me with the Fraser/Stella bug, and it's wonderful. Ray leaves Fraser, and Ray leaves Stella, and they find themselves together. This Stella is so real and human and wonderful, and I kind of love the happy ending.
He was reaching for his coat when a knock on the door distracted him from his purpose, and he pivoted to see a slim brunette enter the reception area. Doug, the other RCMP officer in the Detachment, had left early to collect a part for his fishing boat, so Fraser stepped forward to welcome the woman. The words died on his lips when he saw her face.
“You’ve dyed your hair,” he said, nonsensically, questions flashing through his mind. What had happened? Was Ray hurt? She didn’t seem agitated, there was no sense of urgency, yet this could hardly be a social call.
Her hand came up, seemingly automatically, to smooth the light brown bangs from her forehead. “Hello, Constable.”
“Welcome to Canada,” he said. “Is everything all right?” He realized he had no idea how to address her. She was no longer an Assistant State’s Attorney. “Ms Vecchio,” he tried.
She grimaced briefly, wiped her boots on the entrance mat, and unzipped her parka. “Call me Stella.”
Just Desserts
Title: line upon line of cocaine
Author: lalejandra
Pairing: Kowalski/Stella
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: God, I have SUCH a thing for bad boy Ray, but that's not why I love it. Well, it's just one part. Mostly, it's just young Stella through a young Ray's eyes, and you can almost TASTE the 80s and the cocaine and the dance floor. So fucking hot, and I LOVE this Stella.
She's got this thing for Shalimar, which Ray himself does not understand, because personally he likes the way women smell when they're sweaty right after three or four hours of sex, maybe with some hairspray underneath that smell, or some chewed off lipstick. And by women, Ray means Stella, cause he's never been with anyone else -- which he has never, in point of fact, ever told Stella. Mostly because he knows that she's been with other guys. Okay, fine, that's fine -- no it's not, but he's not gonna let her think it bothers him, cause Stella's always been the kinda girl who went out and did what you didn't like, just cause you didn't like it and she knew it.
And that is something Ray absolutely likes about her.
line upon line of cocaine