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DS: Caving
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Fraser/Ray K
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Cold days, warm nights, and who gave in first.
It was Fraser who caved first, or so Ray maintains. To be honest, nobody believes him, because -- well, Fraser is a mountie, and even when he's not wearing that red uniform and his hat, both of which seem to make him superman, or at least supermountie, he's honourable and full of restraint and all of those things that might make girls sigh happily but aren't really practical for most people.
All the same, it was Fraser who caved first, in a way. Ray had been getting increasingly moody as the days went on and civilisation got further away. And, more to the point, as coffee became more scarce. "Fraser," he'd been saying, gearing up for the biggest rant yet, "this is -- "
But Fraser never found out what it was, because he'd rounded on Ray and suddenly kissed him, offering warmth for warmth, driving away the cold until it seemed as if nothing could get between them -- not a single particle of air, and certainly not the cold. Diefenbaker, whining exasperatedly and twining himself round their legs, somehow managed, but after that Ray seemed to be ranting mostly for the sheer joy of it, to keep warm, and Fraser had a smile that not even the coldest gusts of wind could blow away. And Diefenbaker was not allowed inside the tent that night.
Pairing: Fraser/Ray K
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Cold days, warm nights, and who gave in first.
It was Fraser who caved first, or so Ray maintains. To be honest, nobody believes him, because -- well, Fraser is a mountie, and even when he's not wearing that red uniform and his hat, both of which seem to make him superman, or at least supermountie, he's honourable and full of restraint and all of those things that might make girls sigh happily but aren't really practical for most people.
All the same, it was Fraser who caved first, in a way. Ray had been getting increasingly moody as the days went on and civilisation got further away. And, more to the point, as coffee became more scarce. "Fraser," he'd been saying, gearing up for the biggest rant yet, "this is -- "
But Fraser never found out what it was, because he'd rounded on Ray and suddenly kissed him, offering warmth for warmth, driving away the cold until it seemed as if nothing could get between them -- not a single particle of air, and certainly not the cold. Diefenbaker, whining exasperatedly and twining himself round their legs, somehow managed, but after that Ray seemed to be ranting mostly for the sheer joy of it, to keep warm, and Fraser had a smile that not even the coldest gusts of wind could blow away. And Diefenbaker was not allowed inside the tent that night.
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Dief (me): *whines outside the tent*
Her: They're mating, Dief.
Dief (me): *confused images of Fraser or Ray pregnant*
Which had me falling off my seat. xD
Glad you liked. :D
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