Intimacy - Due South: Benton Fraser/Stanley (Ray) Kowalski
Title: Zeus Himself
Author: Evilremmy
Theme: Stages of Love - No. 4 Intimacy
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Stanley (Ray) Kowalski
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Gonna be so sad when I finish writing this one. I love it. Almost too many words, I love it so much.
Benton Fraser is broad shouldered and strong. He is an imposing figure, whether or not he’s in his uniform. In fact, out of it, it is even clearer to Ray of the strength he holds in his upper body - and frankly, that’s nothing in comparison to the strength of his thighs: Ray’s seen him riding before: he knows the Mountie has balance, poise and power. He’s like Zeus himself - so perfect that he’s godlike. And Ray worships him, especially now.
They’ve gone back to his apartment. It isn’t that Ray doesn’t appreciate Benton’s living conditions; it’s just that he had something against the idea of being interrupted by Turnball inviting them to come and watch the curling with him. It gives Ray confidence. He knows this place; he knows his boundaries…and he can let himself do far more with the knowledge that something typically Canadian isn’t about to surprise and unnerve him.
Ray is dressed in full gear - he hasn’t so much as taken off his gun belt yet - but Fraser is naked. Ray thinks he must be cold, because the water in the radiators has frozen; but Benton doesn’t seem to feel it: he stands unflinchingly, an unreadable expression in his eyes. Usually Ray would be able to recognize those expressions. He could tell what Fraser was thinking when they were on a case together: run after that car, try and disarm that shooter, jump off tall building…but this was a different kind of look all together.
Then he realizes what it is - Benton’s thinking; [i]actually thinking[/i]. Usually he thinks so quickly Ray never catches it - then he often does something utterly stupid, so Ray calls it ‘not thinking’; so this is a new sight all together.
Fraser doesn’t know how to proceed; but Ray does, he reaches up and closes his hand over Fraser’s wrist, guiding him down onto the bed. Ray grunts in pain as he settles: there’s a gun in the small of his back, and he twists on the bed, turning Fraser over onto his back, so that he can take his gun belt off without looking like that was his intention all along. Fraser catches him at it of course; helps him out of the gun belt and then turns the American onto his back again and devours his mouth with wolfish passion.
They know each other like bread knows butter: Fraser is full of wild passion - he tastes like the wilderness, and he feels like ice; he’s hard as rock, and where he touches it leaves a burn that heightens Ray’s senses. This first time between them is experimentation; mistakes and successes…but they’re learning all the time, expanding the horizons of their partnership further than ever before. They make love in time to Ray’s waltz. In the morning Ray drives Fraser to the consulate, and Turnball peeks out the window, grinning knowingly at them, as though he can see some difference in Fraser, even from this distance.
Author: Evilremmy
Theme: Stages of Love - No. 4 Intimacy
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Stanley (Ray) Kowalski
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Gonna be so sad when I finish writing this one. I love it. Almost too many words, I love it so much.
Benton Fraser is broad shouldered and strong. He is an imposing figure, whether or not he’s in his uniform. In fact, out of it, it is even clearer to Ray of the strength he holds in his upper body - and frankly, that’s nothing in comparison to the strength of his thighs: Ray’s seen him riding before: he knows the Mountie has balance, poise and power. He’s like Zeus himself - so perfect that he’s godlike. And Ray worships him, especially now.
They’ve gone back to his apartment. It isn’t that Ray doesn’t appreciate Benton’s living conditions; it’s just that he had something against the idea of being interrupted by Turnball inviting them to come and watch the curling with him. It gives Ray confidence. He knows this place; he knows his boundaries…and he can let himself do far more with the knowledge that something typically Canadian isn’t about to surprise and unnerve him.
Ray is dressed in full gear - he hasn’t so much as taken off his gun belt yet - but Fraser is naked. Ray thinks he must be cold, because the water in the radiators has frozen; but Benton doesn’t seem to feel it: he stands unflinchingly, an unreadable expression in his eyes. Usually Ray would be able to recognize those expressions. He could tell what Fraser was thinking when they were on a case together: run after that car, try and disarm that shooter, jump off tall building…but this was a different kind of look all together.
Then he realizes what it is - Benton’s thinking; [i]actually thinking[/i]. Usually he thinks so quickly Ray never catches it - then he often does something utterly stupid, so Ray calls it ‘not thinking’; so this is a new sight all together.
Fraser doesn’t know how to proceed; but Ray does, he reaches up and closes his hand over Fraser’s wrist, guiding him down onto the bed. Ray grunts in pain as he settles: there’s a gun in the small of his back, and he twists on the bed, turning Fraser over onto his back, so that he can take his gun belt off without looking like that was his intention all along. Fraser catches him at it of course; helps him out of the gun belt and then turns the American onto his back again and devours his mouth with wolfish passion.
They know each other like bread knows butter: Fraser is full of wild passion - he tastes like the wilderness, and he feels like ice; he’s hard as rock, and where he touches it leaves a burn that heightens Ray’s senses. This first time between them is experimentation; mistakes and successes…but they’re learning all the time, expanding the horizons of their partnership further than ever before. They make love in time to Ray’s waltz. In the morning Ray drives Fraser to the consulate, and Turnball peeks out the window, grinning knowingly at them, as though he can see some difference in Fraser, even from this distance.