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DS: Pets and their Owners
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Fraser/Ray V
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG13
Summary: There's some truth in the idea that pets are like their owners. Timeline here.
It was comfortable, sharing Benny's bed. Mainly because Fraser refused to hog covers or mattress. In fact, it took some persuading to make him stay in the bed, rather than go elsewhere, so that Ray could be more comfortable.
"I don't want to be more comfortable. I want you. Right. Here."
Ray was only short with him because he was frustrated, because Fraser wasn't getting it, because there was something in him (in some long hidden ridiculously romantic and clingy part of his mind) that wanted to curl around Fraser and sleep there, just sleep and feel Fraser close.
He would never admit that, of course.
Fraser settled down, leaving Ray plenty of room to sprawl all over, which he was quite grateful. It was nice. Being close to Benny and all that. But...
"Benny?"
"What is it, Ray?"
"Your deaf wolf is licking my toes."
"Tell him to stop," Fraser said, yawning softly, and Ray was temporarily amazed that Fraser was doing something almost lazy, snuggling down and not doing anything to help, and then he realised that Fraser was probably amused. He jerked his toes up under the covers with a vague thought of disgust at the idea of wolf slobber all over his feet.
"'Night, Benny," he said, finding a comfortable spot on Fraser's shoulder to rest his head.
"'Night, Ray."
There was silence for a little while, both of them closing their eyes and laying, for the time being, at least, in comfortable quiet.
"Benny?"
"Yes, Ray?"
"Your crazy deaf wolf is licking my leg."
"Oh."
"Get off, Diefenbaker! Damn it! Fraser, damn it, are all our special moments going to get ruined by this damn wolf? Mmmph, fuck, Fraser, you going to start licking me too?" He thought about that. "Shit, maybe that's not a bad idea."
It was, perhaps, true, Ray thought, that pets were like their owners. Or the other way around. He couldn't be really sure, through the fuzziness that came once Fraser had sent Diefenbaker out and returned to the bed.
Pairing: Fraser/Ray V
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG13
Summary: There's some truth in the idea that pets are like their owners. Timeline here.
It was comfortable, sharing Benny's bed. Mainly because Fraser refused to hog covers or mattress. In fact, it took some persuading to make him stay in the bed, rather than go elsewhere, so that Ray could be more comfortable.
"I don't want to be more comfortable. I want you. Right. Here."
Ray was only short with him because he was frustrated, because Fraser wasn't getting it, because there was something in him (in some long hidden ridiculously romantic and clingy part of his mind) that wanted to curl around Fraser and sleep there, just sleep and feel Fraser close.
He would never admit that, of course.
Fraser settled down, leaving Ray plenty of room to sprawl all over, which he was quite grateful. It was nice. Being close to Benny and all that. But...
"Benny?"
"What is it, Ray?"
"Your deaf wolf is licking my toes."
"Tell him to stop," Fraser said, yawning softly, and Ray was temporarily amazed that Fraser was doing something almost lazy, snuggling down and not doing anything to help, and then he realised that Fraser was probably amused. He jerked his toes up under the covers with a vague thought of disgust at the idea of wolf slobber all over his feet.
"'Night, Benny," he said, finding a comfortable spot on Fraser's shoulder to rest his head.
"'Night, Ray."
There was silence for a little while, both of them closing their eyes and laying, for the time being, at least, in comfortable quiet.
"Benny?"
"Yes, Ray?"
"Your crazy deaf wolf is licking my leg."
"Oh."
"Get off, Diefenbaker! Damn it! Fraser, damn it, are all our special moments going to get ruined by this damn wolf? Mmmph, fuck, Fraser, you going to start licking me too?" He thought about that. "Shit, maybe that's not a bad idea."
It was, perhaps, true, Ray thought, that pets were like their owners. Or the other way around. He couldn't be really sure, through the fuzziness that came once Fraser had sent Diefenbaker out and returned to the bed.