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ds_flashfiction2003-08-14 04:31 pm
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Hi all- newbie posting her first challenge response- please be kind ...
It's All Fraser's Fault
How the fuck had it come to this? How could he be sitting in the Goat, parked across the street from the consulate, wearing what he was wearing and contem . . .contor . . . er, thinking about doing what he was thinking about doing? Well, in Ray's own defense, Fraser had started it. . . .
Last Thursday, Ray had been dutifully listening to a serious reaming out from the Lieutenant when Fraser, who was standing behind Welsh had made a face. Fraser had actually rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue. It had been too much for Ray, who completely lost it, laughing in Welsh's face. Surprisingly, that had not gone over well.
Ray had sought revenge by embarrassing Frase in front of the Ice Queen; nothing serious, just a little con to make Thatcher think Fraser had had a woman overnight in the consulate- in Thatcher's office. You wouldn't believe what a well placed pair of panties can accomplish. Since then, ladies underwear had somehow become a theme.
Fraser had gone for blanket coverage. Ray found unexpected lace everywhere. It was in his desk, the GTO's glove compartment, all over his apartment and once folded neatly among a stack of napkins that accompanied a pizza delivery from Tony's. How the hell had Frase convinced Sandor to do that? It hadn't been that bad until Stella had gone into his files to get an arrest report for a case and come out with a little, purple, crotchless number. It didn't help that every one of them seemed to be Ray's size.
Now, Ray had the perfect payback all planned. If only he had the balls to follow through. Ah, who was he kidding, he was gonna do this. It was nearly illegal and definitely not buddies, but he just couldn't stop himself from doing it. It was inevitable from the moment he found the latest 'little surprise' that Fraser had somehow snuck under Ray's pillow sometime yesterday.
Ray looked out the window at his partner. Fraser was stuck on sentry duty, 'cause Thatcher was still pissed-off. Yup, the was just no way he wasn't gonna do this. Taking a deep breath, he open the car door and stepped out onto the street. The brisk November wind cut at his bare legs, pulling at the edges of his coat, threatening to expose his plan too early. He knew Fraser could see him striding up carelessly.
"Fraser, buddy, how are things in Statue Land? Petrifiedville? Stiff-as-a-board Town?" No response- of course. "Oh well, don't worry about it. It's not like you're gonna be there too much longer." Ray grinned, letting the coat fall open just enough for Frase to catch a glimpse of red. A muscle twitched in Fraser's jaw, but there was not other reaction until the wind gusted up tearing open Ray's coat. Fraser exhaled hard at the sight of Ray, hands on his hips, wearing his motorcycle boots, a trench coat that billowed behind him like "Transvestite Man's" cape, a serge-red lace thong and a shit-eating grin. The throaty, grumbling laugh that rose up out a his partner told Ray that- Oh Yeah! Ray won.
It's All Fraser's Fault
How the fuck had it come to this? How could he be sitting in the Goat, parked across the street from the consulate, wearing what he was wearing and contem . . .contor . . . er, thinking about doing what he was thinking about doing? Well, in Ray's own defense, Fraser had started it. . . .
Last Thursday, Ray had been dutifully listening to a serious reaming out from the Lieutenant when Fraser, who was standing behind Welsh had made a face. Fraser had actually rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue. It had been too much for Ray, who completely lost it, laughing in Welsh's face. Surprisingly, that had not gone over well.
Ray had sought revenge by embarrassing Frase in front of the Ice Queen; nothing serious, just a little con to make Thatcher think Fraser had had a woman overnight in the consulate- in Thatcher's office. You wouldn't believe what a well placed pair of panties can accomplish. Since then, ladies underwear had somehow become a theme.
Fraser had gone for blanket coverage. Ray found unexpected lace everywhere. It was in his desk, the GTO's glove compartment, all over his apartment and once folded neatly among a stack of napkins that accompanied a pizza delivery from Tony's. How the hell had Frase convinced Sandor to do that? It hadn't been that bad until Stella had gone into his files to get an arrest report for a case and come out with a little, purple, crotchless number. It didn't help that every one of them seemed to be Ray's size.
Now, Ray had the perfect payback all planned. If only he had the balls to follow through. Ah, who was he kidding, he was gonna do this. It was nearly illegal and definitely not buddies, but he just couldn't stop himself from doing it. It was inevitable from the moment he found the latest 'little surprise' that Fraser had somehow snuck under Ray's pillow sometime yesterday.
Ray looked out the window at his partner. Fraser was stuck on sentry duty, 'cause Thatcher was still pissed-off. Yup, the was just no way he wasn't gonna do this. Taking a deep breath, he open the car door and stepped out onto the street. The brisk November wind cut at his bare legs, pulling at the edges of his coat, threatening to expose his plan too early. He knew Fraser could see him striding up carelessly.
"Fraser, buddy, how are things in Statue Land? Petrifiedville? Stiff-as-a-board Town?" No response- of course. "Oh well, don't worry about it. It's not like you're gonna be there too much longer." Ray grinned, letting the coat fall open just enough for Frase to catch a glimpse of red. A muscle twitched in Fraser's jaw, but there was not other reaction until the wind gusted up tearing open Ray's coat. Fraser exhaled hard at the sight of Ray, hands on his hips, wearing his motorcycle boots, a trench coat that billowed behind him like "Transvestite Man's" cape, a serge-red lace thong and a shit-eating grin. The throaty, grumbling laugh that rose up out a his partner told Ray that- Oh Yeah! Ray won.
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I love the whole idea of Ray and Fraser playing games with each other. All kinds of games! *g*
Great intro story! Welcome to the madness!
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Welcome!
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Great start, stinky! Or, er, bubbles.,,(If I may call you that, seeing as we hardly know each other, heh).
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I'll answer to anything- Stinky, Bubbles, Hey You- it's all good.
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