Poem: Notes (Due South, Fraser/Ray K, 'scent' PG13)

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Title: Notes
Author: HYPERFocused
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Fraser/Ray K
Rating: PG13
A/N: For stagesoflove 5 senses challenge: scent



Fraser doesn't smell like flowers
or sweet. Nothing artificial
or baby soft like Stella
before she turned hard.

There are fragrances
Odors, scents, smells, stinks
Ray loves and hates
in equal measure:

Red wet wool and
White wet wolf,
tired but triumphant
after a fruitful chase.

The metallic tang of blood
welling up to darken Fraser's crisp shirt;
the astringent sharpness
of the antiseptic that follows.

The rank smell of fear that dissipates.
with Fraser's reassurance.
"It's just a flesh wound --a scratch.
I'm fine, Ray, I promise"

And later, the scent of home:
Sheets bleach-new from the dryer
Dieffenbaker brushed and dozing
Chicago's miasma out their apartment window.

Ray and Fraser, sweaty and spent.
Like sin and goodness intertwined.
Ray breathes deep in appreciation:
The heady scent of love.