dS snippet: "Proven Innocent" [PG] Fraser/Kowalski

Oct 09, 2009 22:54

Fandom/Pairing: Due South; Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Author's Notes: lucifage_5 asked the Fraser from Guilty Until Proven Innocent how life was going with Ray. I'm rather relieved that innocent!Fraser decided to reply. Unbeta'd.
Summary: Three months after Fraser's acquital.

It’s been a difficult few months. The nights give me the most trouble. I've found myself encouraging Diefenbaker to join me on the bed, his warmth and steady breath a shelter from nocturnal visitations. Victoria is as vicious as might be expected, but when Ray Vecchio appears - well. Those nights can only be endured.

Ray Kowalski turned up in a battered Ford Explorer 29 days after my acquittal carrying a bouquet of wild flowers. Since then he’s come by every morning at precisely 9am with a thermos of coffee, a donut for Diefenbaker, and his own set of tools. He’s a passable carpenter, and a surprisingly talented electrician. The repairs on my father's cabin are progressing very well. On a more personal level, however … each evening, after dinner, Ray returns to the room he’s rented in town. I apologized today, told Ray that I understood this wasn’t what he had hoped, and that he should feel free to return to his life in Chicago. Diefenbaker made his opinion clear by stalking off.

Ray smiled gently, stepped close, and ruffled his hand through my hair in a soft, caressing slide. I leaned towards him and brushed my lips against his cheek.

Ray took a breath and expelled it on a nearly inaudible mmmm. He took a half-step back and turned to face me. “You’re worth waiting for,” Ray rumbled, eyes so intent and serious that I couldn’t help but believe him. Then he grinned. “And tomorrow, Frase, I am bringing you a house warming gift. I was thinking maybe a coffee maker.”

Ray slung a companionable arm over my shoulders and walked me towards his SUV, chattering about the advantages of various brands. “See you tomorrow,” Ray said as he hopped into the driver’s seat.

“Tomorrow,” I promised.

Tomorrow.

snippet, due south, fic

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