due South: Lips Like Sugar (G)
300 words, written for the ds_snippets Rapid-Fire Challenge
Thanks to kernezelda for quick-like-a-bunny beta.
Summary: I was listening to Echo & The Bunnymen, so you get fluff.
Lips Like Sugar
by Stars
"Yo, Frase - incoming."
Fraser leaned his head back against the sofa, blinked, and reached up just in time to catch the small rectangle Ray tossed in his direction. He turned the box over in his hands, frowning slightly.
"Tradition." Ray answered the unspoken question before Fraser could open his mouth. He flopped down alongside, drew one knee up, and picked at a hole in his sock. "Like Halloween."
Distracted by Ray's fingers, Fraser privately reflected that one holiday per annum was surely sufficient to indulge one's sweet tooth… peanut butter cups, at least, were of marginal nutritional value, but Pixy Stix? Gummy creatures? Pez?
Fraser dragged his eyes away from the mesmerizing sight of Ray's wiggling toes and admonished himself to focus. He opened the box and poured out a handful of candies, tiny hearts in colorful pastel hues. Ah, they were imprinted with various text - the mystery of "conversation hearts" solved, self-evident. He selected a yellow heart and licked it, considering, before popping it into his mouth.
Hmm. Rather chalky, not at all reminiscent of lemon or banana.
"So what d'you think?" Ray asked.
Fraser exercised his considerable skills of tact and diplomacy. "Perhaps it's an acquired taste?"
He turned his head and caught Ray staring. At his mouth.
Fraser froze, cheeks reddening under the scrutiny, and a slow Cheshire grin spread across Ray's face. "Let's see," Ray said softly, lazily. With intent.
He picked through the hearts in Fraser's cupped hand, chose pale pink, held it so Fraser could see.
BE MINE.
The candy disappeared with a flash of white teeth. Crunch.
Again the tickle of Ray's fingers over his palm.
KISS ME.
Fraser had forgotten to breathe. His heartbeat thundered in his ears.
Fingers brushing his skin -
I'M SURE.
LOVE YOU.
Ray's lips tasted sweet.
Thanks to kernezelda for quick-like-a-bunny beta.
Summary: I was listening to Echo & The Bunnymen, so you get fluff.
Lips Like Sugar
by Stars
"Yo, Frase - incoming."
Fraser leaned his head back against the sofa, blinked, and reached up just in time to catch the small rectangle Ray tossed in his direction. He turned the box over in his hands, frowning slightly.
"Tradition." Ray answered the unspoken question before Fraser could open his mouth. He flopped down alongside, drew one knee up, and picked at a hole in his sock. "Like Halloween."
Distracted by Ray's fingers, Fraser privately reflected that one holiday per annum was surely sufficient to indulge one's sweet tooth… peanut butter cups, at least, were of marginal nutritional value, but Pixy Stix? Gummy creatures? Pez?
Fraser dragged his eyes away from the mesmerizing sight of Ray's wiggling toes and admonished himself to focus. He opened the box and poured out a handful of candies, tiny hearts in colorful pastel hues. Ah, they were imprinted with various text - the mystery of "conversation hearts" solved, self-evident. He selected a yellow heart and licked it, considering, before popping it into his mouth.
Hmm. Rather chalky, not at all reminiscent of lemon or banana.
"So what d'you think?" Ray asked.
Fraser exercised his considerable skills of tact and diplomacy. "Perhaps it's an acquired taste?"
He turned his head and caught Ray staring. At his mouth.
Fraser froze, cheeks reddening under the scrutiny, and a slow Cheshire grin spread across Ray's face. "Let's see," Ray said softly, lazily. With intent.
He picked through the hearts in Fraser's cupped hand, chose pale pink, held it so Fraser could see.
BE MINE.
The candy disappeared with a flash of white teeth. Crunch.
Again the tickle of Ray's fingers over his palm.
KISS ME.
Fraser had forgotten to breathe. His heartbeat thundered in his ears.
Fingers brushing his skin -
I'M SURE.
LOVE YOU.
Ray's lips tasted sweet.