A 3rd DS Fanfic For GetFraserLaid
Title: The Inner Workings Of A Certain Mountie
Author: Luciferofthecircle
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,625
Pairing: Fraser/Ms. Fraser (Yes, you read that right.)
Notes: Ultra_chrome betaed this for me. She did a wonderful job. Written for getfraserlaid for prompt 128. Fraser/Ms. Fraser - "Regardless of whether this is a dream, a hallucination or reality, I think it's quite clear that I do, in fact, have a rather significant hole in my bag of marbles." Thank you kindly mistressace for letting me take over your claim on this prompt.
Disclaimer: For Christmas I want a Mountie of my very own.
Summary: "Regardless of whether this is a dream, a hallucination or reality, I think it's quite clear that I do, in fact, have a rather significant hole in my bag of marbles."
As Fraser awakened he gradually became aware that there was a figure sitting on his bed. When his eyes had adjusted to the light he examined the shadowy form and was startled to realise that the strange figure was himself.
Or… almost himself. In fact it would be fairer to say that the entity sitting beside him was the spitting image of him as he had appeared when working undercover as a teacher at the St Fortuna school.
That is to say, he was apparently looking at a female impersonation of himself, life-size and apparently completely solid. Which was of course impossible. She…he…it…himself moved so that they were standing level with his head.
The figure smiled down at him. “You’re awake.” A hand was extended and gently stroked Fraser’s sleep mussed hair away from his face.
“Who…how…that is to say… I’m not sure how to put this, or even if there is anyone to put it to but …” Fraser gave up and trailed off into silence.
“An unfinished sentence is a sign of a disorganised mind.” The words were accompanied by an amused smile.
“Dad!” Fraser jerked back appalled.
The figure… creature… being… laughed delightedly. “Oh goodness gracious me no.”
The voice was right as well, Fraser mused. Or at least the voice sounded like he imagined the voice Ms Fraser had used sounded to others.
“No Ben, I’m not your father. Nor am I, as you are currently supposing, some other kind of spirit.” Again the being gave an indulgent smile.
“You can read my thoughts?” Fraser was startled by the idea. He’d always considered his private thoughts exactly that, private.
“No, I know what you’re thinking because I’m a part of you, Ben. If you want it in simplistic terms, I’m a physical manifestation of your subconscious.”
Fraser stared up disbelievingly. “That’s quite patently ridiculous. It disobeys all of the laws of logic and common sense, not to mention being scientifically impossible.”
Obviously this was not a spirit but a flesh and blood human trying to unbalance or unnerve him. His mind raced furiously as he attempted to determine who amongst his current associates would have both the motive and the wherewithal to carry out such an audacious fraud.
The individual again seemed to read his mind. “Do you really believe another person could resemble you so closely? Surely my explanation is a more reasonable one? Due to the pain you have suffered you have repressed your quite natural desires. This has led to frustration, which you have also suppressed. Now a lack of sleep and an overload of self-denial have lead to your subconscious becoming manifest in an attempt to ease some of the pressure on your rather overworked psyche.”
Fraser found himself, unwillingly, taking the being’s words seriously. He endeavoured to rationalise the experience. “I’m tired. You can’t really be my subconscious, can you?”
“I’m afraid I am. If it makes you feel any better you can pretend that this is a dream.” The creature did not seem at all perturbed by this notion, as if it did not care what explanation Fraser used to justify its existence as long as it was justified.
"Regardless of whether this is a dream, a hallucination or reality, I think it's quite clear that I do, in fact, have a rather significant hole in my bag of marbles." Fraser felt rather defeated. He didn’t like the thought of his oddness being so inherently profound.
The being cupped Fraser’s cheek gently. “I know that too. It’s part of being you, the part that makes you so different to everybody else. It’s not your fault, it may even be genetic. Just look at Uncle Tiberius.”
“You’ve spoken to him too?” At this point Fraser would not have been surprised by anything this entity claimed.
“No,” was the very patient response. “I’m a part of you; I can’t communicate with anyone else. Normally I’m unable to directly contact you.”
Fraser shook his head, trying to make sense of what he was perceiving. “I don’t believe any of this. It is absolutely impossible for you to be what you are claiming to be. You can’t be real.”
The figure tutted as if disappointed. “Reality is subjective. You know that. One woman’s loving husband may be another woman’s brutal killer.”
“That I will give you but…” Fraser tried to marshal another argument, find something, anything that would make this thing leave so he could return to sleep.
The creature sighed resignedly. “It’s pointless arguing with me. I’m you. You’ll always lose.”
“But, in that case, I’ll always win as well.” Fraser felt oddly pleased with himself for drawing this conclusion. He then realised that his tiredness must be clouding his judgement, he was arguing with an imaginary being.
The entity ignored both Fraser’s spoken and silent responses. “Haven’t you realised that your psyche must be in a bad state for your subconscious to feel the need to visit you?”
Fraser felt rather insulted. “What do you want?” he asked, realising that this… delusion would not end until the scenario had played itself out fully. He just didn’t know how this bizarre vision would end.
“You need to relax. You don’t allow yourself any,” the figure paused and winked at Fraser, “release.”
The blatant double-entendre caused Fraser to blush. The grin on the creature’s face left him in no doubt as to the meaning behind its words and Fraser was aroused despite himself. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment and he fervently hoped that the being couldn’t really see exactly what he was thinking. Adding to his discomfort was a nagging sense of ridiculousness for being embarrassed, as this Was Not Real. He wished he could just return to sleep and forget this whole complicated and convoluted conversation.
“I’ve got just the thing to make you sleep, Ben.” The figure grinned lasciviously and ran its hand down Fraser’s body slowly, causing goosebumps to spring up wherever its fingers touched. Fraser’s long johns were opened and the hand fondled him expertly, stroking and squeezing gently until he became fully erect. This did not take long as the creature somehow knew precisely how to touch him in order to produce the most intense sensations.
Fraser was too astonished to move away. After a few seconds he managed to pull himself together enough to gasp, “what…? why…?”
The hand moving on Fraser’s penis pulled back his foreskin and ran its fingers around the head, effectively disrupting his train of thought. “I told you,” the being observed matter-of-factly, “you need to relax.” Its dispassionate manner was in direct contrast with the erotic nature of the act it was performing. Fraser gave up on receiving a comprehensible explanation for what was occurring and resolved to let the creature continue with its… activities.
Abruptly the creature straddled Fraser. He couldn’t see what it was doing because of the long skirt but he felt a hand grasping him and guiding him inside a hot, wet tunnel. A tunnel much too smooth and slick to be anything other than a vagina.
“No underwear?” was the choked comment that issued from Fraser’s throat. He immediately felt silly. There were so many other, more relevant, questions to be asked, starting with the obvious fact that his subconscious appeared to be female.
Nevertheless, for once, the creature answered the spoken question rather than the one which had been left unsaid. “Easier access. I knew this was how our meeting was going to end. What else is a subconscious good for?”
She began to move up and down on him, groaning softly, her tight vagina clenching around him exquisitely. Fraser reached for her, his mind forming some dim idea of reciprocating, making her feel the same bliss as he was. But she pushed his hands away and grunted out, “No need. Uh…I feel what you feel, get my pleasure from…ah…pleasing you.” Fraser dropped his arms back onto the bed, clenching the sheets with his clammy hands.
“Oh oh oh!” Fraser thrust upwards as much as the weight on top of him would allow. The slippery heat surrounding his penis was utterly delightful. He was sweating and the sensations he was experiencing were unimaginably pleasurable. His eyes rolled back in his head as he achieved orgasm.
The… female climbed off Fraser and he slumped bonelessly back onto the bed, exhausted. He was aware that the… session he had just participated in had ended rather quickly, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He let his eyes fall shut
Then a tongue began to lick him clean. Fraser wrenched his eyes open again and looked down and moaned as he saw a lipsticked mouth, curved in a wide grin, hovering over his groin while manicured nails re-buttoned his long johns.
The woman slid up his body and lay next to him, wrapping her arms around him. Her head rested on his shoulder.
Fraser struggled to find the right words to express his gratitude towards her. “It was nice.”
“As I just felt exactly what you felt, and I know exactly what you like, I can assure you that what you just experienced was considerably better than nice,” she replied tartly.
Fraser could feel himself quickly falling asleep, the post-orgasmic glow dragging him towards unconsciousness. “Will you be here when I wake up?” He felt foolish as soon as he asked, as this was, after all, just a dream.
Fraser felt the strong arms enclosing him tighten almost imperceptibly. “I’ll be here whenever you need me.” The voice was soft, gentle and soothing. It warmed a part of him he hadn’t realised was cold.
As Fraser drifted into darkness his last conscious thought was how nice it was to be held as he fell to sleep.
***
So what do you think?
Author: Luciferofthecircle
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,625
Pairing: Fraser/Ms. Fraser (Yes, you read that right.)
Notes: Ultra_chrome betaed this for me. She did a wonderful job. Written for getfraserlaid for prompt 128. Fraser/Ms. Fraser - "Regardless of whether this is a dream, a hallucination or reality, I think it's quite clear that I do, in fact, have a rather significant hole in my bag of marbles." Thank you kindly mistressace for letting me take over your claim on this prompt.
Disclaimer: For Christmas I want a Mountie of my very own.
Summary: "Regardless of whether this is a dream, a hallucination or reality, I think it's quite clear that I do, in fact, have a rather significant hole in my bag of marbles."
As Fraser awakened he gradually became aware that there was a figure sitting on his bed. When his eyes had adjusted to the light he examined the shadowy form and was startled to realise that the strange figure was himself.
Or… almost himself. In fact it would be fairer to say that the entity sitting beside him was the spitting image of him as he had appeared when working undercover as a teacher at the St Fortuna school.
That is to say, he was apparently looking at a female impersonation of himself, life-size and apparently completely solid. Which was of course impossible. She…he…it…himself moved so that they were standing level with his head.
The figure smiled down at him. “You’re awake.” A hand was extended and gently stroked Fraser’s sleep mussed hair away from his face.
“Who…how…that is to say… I’m not sure how to put this, or even if there is anyone to put it to but …” Fraser gave up and trailed off into silence.
“An unfinished sentence is a sign of a disorganised mind.” The words were accompanied by an amused smile.
“Dad!” Fraser jerked back appalled.
The figure… creature… being… laughed delightedly. “Oh goodness gracious me no.”
The voice was right as well, Fraser mused. Or at least the voice sounded like he imagined the voice Ms Fraser had used sounded to others.
“No Ben, I’m not your father. Nor am I, as you are currently supposing, some other kind of spirit.” Again the being gave an indulgent smile.
“You can read my thoughts?” Fraser was startled by the idea. He’d always considered his private thoughts exactly that, private.
“No, I know what you’re thinking because I’m a part of you, Ben. If you want it in simplistic terms, I’m a physical manifestation of your subconscious.”
Fraser stared up disbelievingly. “That’s quite patently ridiculous. It disobeys all of the laws of logic and common sense, not to mention being scientifically impossible.”
Obviously this was not a spirit but a flesh and blood human trying to unbalance or unnerve him. His mind raced furiously as he attempted to determine who amongst his current associates would have both the motive and the wherewithal to carry out such an audacious fraud.
The individual again seemed to read his mind. “Do you really believe another person could resemble you so closely? Surely my explanation is a more reasonable one? Due to the pain you have suffered you have repressed your quite natural desires. This has led to frustration, which you have also suppressed. Now a lack of sleep and an overload of self-denial have lead to your subconscious becoming manifest in an attempt to ease some of the pressure on your rather overworked psyche.”
Fraser found himself, unwillingly, taking the being’s words seriously. He endeavoured to rationalise the experience. “I’m tired. You can’t really be my subconscious, can you?”
“I’m afraid I am. If it makes you feel any better you can pretend that this is a dream.” The creature did not seem at all perturbed by this notion, as if it did not care what explanation Fraser used to justify its existence as long as it was justified.
"Regardless of whether this is a dream, a hallucination or reality, I think it's quite clear that I do, in fact, have a rather significant hole in my bag of marbles." Fraser felt rather defeated. He didn’t like the thought of his oddness being so inherently profound.
The being cupped Fraser’s cheek gently. “I know that too. It’s part of being you, the part that makes you so different to everybody else. It’s not your fault, it may even be genetic. Just look at Uncle Tiberius.”
“You’ve spoken to him too?” At this point Fraser would not have been surprised by anything this entity claimed.
“No,” was the very patient response. “I’m a part of you; I can’t communicate with anyone else. Normally I’m unable to directly contact you.”
Fraser shook his head, trying to make sense of what he was perceiving. “I don’t believe any of this. It is absolutely impossible for you to be what you are claiming to be. You can’t be real.”
The figure tutted as if disappointed. “Reality is subjective. You know that. One woman’s loving husband may be another woman’s brutal killer.”
“That I will give you but…” Fraser tried to marshal another argument, find something, anything that would make this thing leave so he could return to sleep.
The creature sighed resignedly. “It’s pointless arguing with me. I’m you. You’ll always lose.”
“But, in that case, I’ll always win as well.” Fraser felt oddly pleased with himself for drawing this conclusion. He then realised that his tiredness must be clouding his judgement, he was arguing with an imaginary being.
The entity ignored both Fraser’s spoken and silent responses. “Haven’t you realised that your psyche must be in a bad state for your subconscious to feel the need to visit you?”
Fraser felt rather insulted. “What do you want?” he asked, realising that this… delusion would not end until the scenario had played itself out fully. He just didn’t know how this bizarre vision would end.
“You need to relax. You don’t allow yourself any,” the figure paused and winked at Fraser, “release.”
The blatant double-entendre caused Fraser to blush. The grin on the creature’s face left him in no doubt as to the meaning behind its words and Fraser was aroused despite himself. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment and he fervently hoped that the being couldn’t really see exactly what he was thinking. Adding to his discomfort was a nagging sense of ridiculousness for being embarrassed, as this Was Not Real. He wished he could just return to sleep and forget this whole complicated and convoluted conversation.
“I’ve got just the thing to make you sleep, Ben.” The figure grinned lasciviously and ran its hand down Fraser’s body slowly, causing goosebumps to spring up wherever its fingers touched. Fraser’s long johns were opened and the hand fondled him expertly, stroking and squeezing gently until he became fully erect. This did not take long as the creature somehow knew precisely how to touch him in order to produce the most intense sensations.
Fraser was too astonished to move away. After a few seconds he managed to pull himself together enough to gasp, “what…? why…?”
The hand moving on Fraser’s penis pulled back his foreskin and ran its fingers around the head, effectively disrupting his train of thought. “I told you,” the being observed matter-of-factly, “you need to relax.” Its dispassionate manner was in direct contrast with the erotic nature of the act it was performing. Fraser gave up on receiving a comprehensible explanation for what was occurring and resolved to let the creature continue with its… activities.
Abruptly the creature straddled Fraser. He couldn’t see what it was doing because of the long skirt but he felt a hand grasping him and guiding him inside a hot, wet tunnel. A tunnel much too smooth and slick to be anything other than a vagina.
“No underwear?” was the choked comment that issued from Fraser’s throat. He immediately felt silly. There were so many other, more relevant, questions to be asked, starting with the obvious fact that his subconscious appeared to be female.
Nevertheless, for once, the creature answered the spoken question rather than the one which had been left unsaid. “Easier access. I knew this was how our meeting was going to end. What else is a subconscious good for?”
She began to move up and down on him, groaning softly, her tight vagina clenching around him exquisitely. Fraser reached for her, his mind forming some dim idea of reciprocating, making her feel the same bliss as he was. But she pushed his hands away and grunted out, “No need. Uh…I feel what you feel, get my pleasure from…ah…pleasing you.” Fraser dropped his arms back onto the bed, clenching the sheets with his clammy hands.
“Oh oh oh!” Fraser thrust upwards as much as the weight on top of him would allow. The slippery heat surrounding his penis was utterly delightful. He was sweating and the sensations he was experiencing were unimaginably pleasurable. His eyes rolled back in his head as he achieved orgasm.
The… female climbed off Fraser and he slumped bonelessly back onto the bed, exhausted. He was aware that the… session he had just participated in had ended rather quickly, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He let his eyes fall shut
Then a tongue began to lick him clean. Fraser wrenched his eyes open again and looked down and moaned as he saw a lipsticked mouth, curved in a wide grin, hovering over his groin while manicured nails re-buttoned his long johns.
The woman slid up his body and lay next to him, wrapping her arms around him. Her head rested on his shoulder.
Fraser struggled to find the right words to express his gratitude towards her. “It was nice.”
“As I just felt exactly what you felt, and I know exactly what you like, I can assure you that what you just experienced was considerably better than nice,” she replied tartly.
Fraser could feel himself quickly falling asleep, the post-orgasmic glow dragging him towards unconsciousness. “Will you be here when I wake up?” He felt foolish as soon as he asked, as this was, after all, just a dream.
Fraser felt the strong arms enclosing him tighten almost imperceptibly. “I’ll be here whenever you need me.” The voice was soft, gentle and soothing. It warmed a part of him he hadn’t realised was cold.
As Fraser drifted into darkness his last conscious thought was how nice it was to be held as he fell to sleep.
***
So what do you think?