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Entry tags:
DS: Epiphany
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Fraser/Ray V
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG13
Summary: Ray acts on his feelings. Timeline here.
Benton Fraser was a passionate person, it had to be said. He was passionate about his job, he was passionate about sticking his nose in everywhere it didn't belong, he was passionate about chasing down criminals and he was passionate about that wolf when it came down to it.
Unfortunately for Ray Vecchio, he didn't seem to be inclined to be overly passionate about him. Not even as a friend.
And Ray Vecchio was (very) tired of waiting around for him. Of course, he knew perfectly well that Benny didn't have the least idea that he was keeping anyone waiting around for anyone. And Ray Vecchio was one of many people waiting in line. Fortunately for him, he had an innate belief that he was always at the front of the line for anything.
So he was quietly determined to get what he wanted, to be a little more forceful than any of the women waiting around for Fraser.
First stop was that supply cupboard that more often than not, Fraser dragged him into.
"What are we in here for, Ray?"
Ray's heart was beating fast. Loud enough for Fraser to hear, he was sure. His heart was beating so fast because he was so close to Fraser, so close, and, well, he hoped he was going to get kissed. That was the aim, anyway.
"Listening."
"To what?"
Fraser's clueless look was cute, but entirely not what Ray wanted to see.
Next stop was attempting to ask Fraser out on a date. He might as well have been any old close friend, because Fraser really didn't get the whole 'date' business. And after that, Ray was at a bit of a loss.
Standing outside the restaurant, looking up at Fraser with his sensitive, kind eyes, and his stupid little endearing grin, Ray had an epiphany. It could be summed up with the words 'to hell with it'.
"Oh... damn it."
Ray shoved Fraser back against the wall and kissed him eagerly, closing his eyes and clutching at Fraser's leather jacket (that jacket that he looked so damn gorgeous in) as if he needed a handhold. He fully expected to be politely pushed away, now, after all this.
But Fraser responded, pushing back against him and deepening the kiss hungrily.
Ray felt a little dizzy.
Pairing: Fraser/Ray V
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG13
Summary: Ray acts on his feelings. Timeline here.
Benton Fraser was a passionate person, it had to be said. He was passionate about his job, he was passionate about sticking his nose in everywhere it didn't belong, he was passionate about chasing down criminals and he was passionate about that wolf when it came down to it.
Unfortunately for Ray Vecchio, he didn't seem to be inclined to be overly passionate about him. Not even as a friend.
And Ray Vecchio was (very) tired of waiting around for him. Of course, he knew perfectly well that Benny didn't have the least idea that he was keeping anyone waiting around for anyone. And Ray Vecchio was one of many people waiting in line. Fortunately for him, he had an innate belief that he was always at the front of the line for anything.
So he was quietly determined to get what he wanted, to be a little more forceful than any of the women waiting around for Fraser.
First stop was that supply cupboard that more often than not, Fraser dragged him into.
"What are we in here for, Ray?"
Ray's heart was beating fast. Loud enough for Fraser to hear, he was sure. His heart was beating so fast because he was so close to Fraser, so close, and, well, he hoped he was going to get kissed. That was the aim, anyway.
"Listening."
"To what?"
Fraser's clueless look was cute, but entirely not what Ray wanted to see.
Next stop was attempting to ask Fraser out on a date. He might as well have been any old close friend, because Fraser really didn't get the whole 'date' business. And after that, Ray was at a bit of a loss.
Standing outside the restaurant, looking up at Fraser with his sensitive, kind eyes, and his stupid little endearing grin, Ray had an epiphany. It could be summed up with the words 'to hell with it'.
"Oh... damn it."
Ray shoved Fraser back against the wall and kissed him eagerly, closing his eyes and clutching at Fraser's leather jacket (that jacket that he looked so damn gorgeous in) as if he needed a handhold. He fully expected to be politely pushed away, now, after all this.
But Fraser responded, pushing back against him and deepening the kiss hungrily.
Ray felt a little dizzy.