First line festival challenge by slidellra
Title: Uggded
Pairing: F/K
Rating: G
Notes: First line from "Tomorrow and Ever After," a scorching bit of porn by ximeria. Many thanks to omphale23 for brainstorming (me: I have this line and I don't know what to write! o: write [this]. me: okay) and dessert_first for beta. 450 words, give or take.
"I can smell them on you."
Ray hunched down in his seat and played it cool, just barely flicking his eyes to the right. "Huh?"
Fraser was fighting a grin and losing. "In the lining of your jacket. I think the filling is leaking."
"Damn it!" The jeep only veered a little as Ray struggled to pull the crumpled paper bag out of his jacket and set it between them with a disappointed groan. His fingers came away sticky, so he dangled his hand in the backseat. "Here, Dief. Strawberry-flavored pocket lint. Good stuff."
Dief seemed to think it was. He licked Ray's fingers clean, then rested his chin on the back of the seat, staring at the bag. Fraser was still snickering, so Ray shrugged and fished out a doughnut, then tossed it over his shoulder. It was gone in seconds, and Dief let out a happy little moan as he licked his muzzle clean.
Ray fished out another doughnut and took a big bite. "Uggded." He swallowed and tried again. "Busted. You want one?"
"I don't know why you keep trying," Fraser said as he selected a cruller. "You'll never get them past me."
"Hey, it's training. Keeps you working like the finely tuned detection machine you are."
"Ewy aafl uh oo," Fraser said around half-chewed doughnut.
"Yeah, I'm a thoughtful guy. And I'll get you. I've got a plan." Ray tapped the side of his nose, then winced and scrubbed away a smear of jelly.
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Back home, Ray pulled to a stop by the barn and started unloading groceries to haul up to the cabin. He caught Dief's eye and nodded. Dief didn't nod back, but he barked twice, whined once, and started sniffing his way into the woods. It worked. Fraser trailed after Dief, insisting that it was far too early in the season for young snow geese to hatch, much less be in need of rescue.
Ray stopped unloading to grin to himself and savor the moment. The he shifted the spare tire and the fishing tackle, and drew out a large, nearly airtight wooden box. After double-checking that the coast was clear, he opened it and lifted out a big plastic bag. From inside the bag, he carefully pulled out a pink box.
He couldn't resist a shout of victory as he sprinted for the cabin, a baker's dozen doughnuts held high above his head. It had taken him almost two years, but he'd won. And people said he wouldn't adapt to life up here.
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Pairing: F/K
Rating: G
Notes: First line from "Tomorrow and Ever After," a scorching bit of porn by ximeria. Many thanks to omphale23 for brainstorming (me: I have this line and I don't know what to write! o: write [this]. me: okay) and dessert_first for beta. 450 words, give or take.
"I can smell them on you."
Ray hunched down in his seat and played it cool, just barely flicking his eyes to the right. "Huh?"
Fraser was fighting a grin and losing. "In the lining of your jacket. I think the filling is leaking."
"Damn it!" The jeep only veered a little as Ray struggled to pull the crumpled paper bag out of his jacket and set it between them with a disappointed groan. His fingers came away sticky, so he dangled his hand in the backseat. "Here, Dief. Strawberry-flavored pocket lint. Good stuff."
Dief seemed to think it was. He licked Ray's fingers clean, then rested his chin on the back of the seat, staring at the bag. Fraser was still snickering, so Ray shrugged and fished out a doughnut, then tossed it over his shoulder. It was gone in seconds, and Dief let out a happy little moan as he licked his muzzle clean.
Ray fished out another doughnut and took a big bite. "Uggded." He swallowed and tried again. "Busted. You want one?"
"I don't know why you keep trying," Fraser said as he selected a cruller. "You'll never get them past me."
"Hey, it's training. Keeps you working like the finely tuned detection machine you are."
"Ewy aafl uh oo," Fraser said around half-chewed doughnut.
"Yeah, I'm a thoughtful guy. And I'll get you. I've got a plan." Ray tapped the side of his nose, then winced and scrubbed away a smear of jelly.
****
Back home, Ray pulled to a stop by the barn and started unloading groceries to haul up to the cabin. He caught Dief's eye and nodded. Dief didn't nod back, but he barked twice, whined once, and started sniffing his way into the woods. It worked. Fraser trailed after Dief, insisting that it was far too early in the season for young snow geese to hatch, much less be in need of rescue.
Ray stopped unloading to grin to himself and savor the moment. The he shifted the spare tire and the fishing tackle, and drew out a large, nearly airtight wooden box. After double-checking that the coast was clear, he opened it and lifted out a big plastic bag. From inside the bag, he carefully pulled out a pink box.
He couldn't resist a shout of victory as he sprinted for the cabin, a baker's dozen doughnuts held high above his head. It had taken him almost two years, but he'd won. And people said he wouldn't adapt to life up here.
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