due South, Fraser/Vecchio, Exchanging Vows
TITLE: A Bonus Proposal
AUTHOR: Aingeal
FANDOM: due South
PAIRING: Fraser/Vecchio
GENRE: Slash
PROMPT: Exchanging Vows
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 822
SUMMARY: How can you propose to the man you're already married to?
NOTES: Thank you to nakeisha for casting an eye over this in the 11th hour.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time. I return them in good condition.
A Bonus Proposal
Fraser was used to Ray's loud nature. Over a decade of knowing Ray, as both a friend and later lover, had meant he could even interpret what exactly what Ray's noise meant. The slamming the cabin door and the loud footsteps seemed to indicate Ray was excited about something.
Fraser looked up from his book to see Ray enter the room waving a newspaper. “Hey, Benny, did you hear?”
“Hear what, Ray?” Fraser asked, assuming it had something to do with Ray's exuberance.
“Gay marriage is now officially legal in Canada,” Ray said, holding up the newspaper with a headline proclaiming the fact.
“I heard that, yes.”
“So, we can get married,” Ray said, smiling.
Fraser frowned. “We're already married, Ray,” he pointed out.
Ray was pacing the room now. “Benny, just because some guy tied us up with a walrus pelt...”
“It might not have been legal, but it was a marriage ceremony,” Fraser said firmly. It had meant everything to him to have even that. “I consider myself married to you, Ray.”
Ray stopped his pacing and sat down next to Fraser. “I know that and I feel the same way.”
“Do you, Ray?” Fraser asked. He had thought Ray felt the same but then why did he now need to get married?
“I've been wearing your wedding ring for five years,” Ray replied, wiggling his finger on which a band of gold glinted.
“Then why do we need a piece of paper to tell us we're married, Ray?” Fraser asked, voicing his thoughts.
“We don't. But don't you want Canada to know we're married?”
Fraser wasn't sure if Canada was an entity that knew, or cared about, their personal lives. “As long as we know, Ray, I don't think anyone else needs to know.”
“So, if I got down on one knee and proposed you,wouldn't say yes?”
“Can you propose to someone who is already your spouse?” Fraser asked, not entirely sure of the precise cultural implications.
Ray stood up. “I don't know, I'm not a lawyer. I'm just a guy who wants to marry the man he's married to,” he said, spreading his arms in defeat.
“That doesn't make sense, Ray.”
Ray sighed and sat back down. “Look, if you don't want to make this marriage legal, that's fine.” There was disappointment in his voice.
“It means a great deal to you, doesn't it?”
Ray pursed his lips. “It would be great for the legal stuff. If something happened to me you'd be taken care of.”
“I appreciate the thought, Ray but...”
“But it's not the only reason,” Ray interrupted. “I've waited ten years for this, Benny. Ten years to get married and have a piece of paper that says 'Benton Fraser is my husband'. I know we don't need it, but I want it. I was married to a woman, Benny, legally. You think I wouldn't want that with you?”
It was a logical argument for Ray, who usually used the emotional one. “You want our relationship to be in the same level as the one you had with your ex-wife?” Fraser asked.
“I don't want us to get divorced. I don't even want us to be able to get divorced,” Ray said. He dropped his voice a little. “I just want to be able to marry the guy I love.”
“I accept, Ray,” Fraser said, smiling.
“That wasn't a proposal.”
“Well, perhaps not literally, but you stated your love and your desire to get married. Isn't that a proposal?” Fraser asked. To him that was what a proposal should be. Their first had been in the same vein.
“Yeah, it was. And you accepted?”
Fraser nodded. “I did.”
“Great, so when do you want to get married?”
“Whenever you'd like,” Fraser said, finding his smile wasn't dissipating.
“Okay, next week Ma's coming up so that gives us five days to organise it.”
Of course it was right that they had family there. “I'm sure we can organise it by then, Ray.”
“Great,” Ray said and leaned in for a kiss.
Not that he didn't want a kiss, but Fraser had one more burning question. “One more thing, Ray.”
“What?”
“Do either of us have to wear a dress?”
“No, Benny, unless you want to?” Ray asked.
It was so easy to tease each other. “I thought you might appreciate a different experience,” Fraser replied.
“Okay, no dresses. We'll get your uniform dry cleaned.”
Fraser thought that was an admirable compromise. “Thank you, Ray.”
“And I am not taking your name.”
“Why would you want to call yourself, Benton, Ray?” Fraser asked, not bothering to stifle the giggles that came out.
Ray lightly slapped his shoulder. “Benny!”
“Happy engagement, Ray.”
“Happy engagement, Benny.”
Ray leaned in again and this time Fraser let the kiss happen. There was something extra sweet about kissing your husband when he had just proposed to you, he thought.
AUTHOR: Aingeal
FANDOM: due South
PAIRING: Fraser/Vecchio
GENRE: Slash
PROMPT: Exchanging Vows
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 822
SUMMARY: How can you propose to the man you're already married to?
NOTES: Thank you to nakeisha for casting an eye over this in the 11th hour.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time. I return them in good condition.
A Bonus Proposal
Fraser was used to Ray's loud nature. Over a decade of knowing Ray, as both a friend and later lover, had meant he could even interpret what exactly what Ray's noise meant. The slamming the cabin door and the loud footsteps seemed to indicate Ray was excited about something.
Fraser looked up from his book to see Ray enter the room waving a newspaper. “Hey, Benny, did you hear?”
“Hear what, Ray?” Fraser asked, assuming it had something to do with Ray's exuberance.
“Gay marriage is now officially legal in Canada,” Ray said, holding up the newspaper with a headline proclaiming the fact.
“I heard that, yes.”
“So, we can get married,” Ray said, smiling.
Fraser frowned. “We're already married, Ray,” he pointed out.
Ray was pacing the room now. “Benny, just because some guy tied us up with a walrus pelt...”
“It might not have been legal, but it was a marriage ceremony,” Fraser said firmly. It had meant everything to him to have even that. “I consider myself married to you, Ray.”
Ray stopped his pacing and sat down next to Fraser. “I know that and I feel the same way.”
“Do you, Ray?” Fraser asked. He had thought Ray felt the same but then why did he now need to get married?
“I've been wearing your wedding ring for five years,” Ray replied, wiggling his finger on which a band of gold glinted.
“Then why do we need a piece of paper to tell us we're married, Ray?” Fraser asked, voicing his thoughts.
“We don't. But don't you want Canada to know we're married?”
Fraser wasn't sure if Canada was an entity that knew, or cared about, their personal lives. “As long as we know, Ray, I don't think anyone else needs to know.”
“So, if I got down on one knee and proposed you,wouldn't say yes?”
“Can you propose to someone who is already your spouse?” Fraser asked, not entirely sure of the precise cultural implications.
Ray stood up. “I don't know, I'm not a lawyer. I'm just a guy who wants to marry the man he's married to,” he said, spreading his arms in defeat.
“That doesn't make sense, Ray.”
Ray sighed and sat back down. “Look, if you don't want to make this marriage legal, that's fine.” There was disappointment in his voice.
“It means a great deal to you, doesn't it?”
Ray pursed his lips. “It would be great for the legal stuff. If something happened to me you'd be taken care of.”
“I appreciate the thought, Ray but...”
“But it's not the only reason,” Ray interrupted. “I've waited ten years for this, Benny. Ten years to get married and have a piece of paper that says 'Benton Fraser is my husband'. I know we don't need it, but I want it. I was married to a woman, Benny, legally. You think I wouldn't want that with you?”
It was a logical argument for Ray, who usually used the emotional one. “You want our relationship to be in the same level as the one you had with your ex-wife?” Fraser asked.
“I don't want us to get divorced. I don't even want us to be able to get divorced,” Ray said. He dropped his voice a little. “I just want to be able to marry the guy I love.”
“I accept, Ray,” Fraser said, smiling.
“That wasn't a proposal.”
“Well, perhaps not literally, but you stated your love and your desire to get married. Isn't that a proposal?” Fraser asked. To him that was what a proposal should be. Their first had been in the same vein.
“Yeah, it was. And you accepted?”
Fraser nodded. “I did.”
“Great, so when do you want to get married?”
“Whenever you'd like,” Fraser said, finding his smile wasn't dissipating.
“Okay, next week Ma's coming up so that gives us five days to organise it.”
Of course it was right that they had family there. “I'm sure we can organise it by then, Ray.”
“Great,” Ray said and leaned in for a kiss.
Not that he didn't want a kiss, but Fraser had one more burning question. “One more thing, Ray.”
“What?”
“Do either of us have to wear a dress?”
“No, Benny, unless you want to?” Ray asked.
It was so easy to tease each other. “I thought you might appreciate a different experience,” Fraser replied.
“Okay, no dresses. We'll get your uniform dry cleaned.”
Fraser thought that was an admirable compromise. “Thank you, Ray.”
“And I am not taking your name.”
“Why would you want to call yourself, Benton, Ray?” Fraser asked, not bothering to stifle the giggles that came out.
Ray lightly slapped his shoulder. “Benny!”
“Happy engagement, Ray.”
“Happy engagement, Benny.”
Ray leaned in again and this time Fraser let the kiss happen. There was something extra sweet about kissing your husband when he had just proposed to you, he thought.