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ds_flashfiction2003-08-21 08:33 pm
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OMG! *Dies*
I am spazzing that I all of a sudden just spit out my *first* Due South fic! My First fic period in months! *spazzes*!!! And it's even a challenge-response!! I have no idea where this came from, but please be gentle! It's my first! And It's a *Slash* Fraser/RayK, and I am mostly a Fraser/Vecchio gal, so this is freaky for me!
467 Words!
I remember all the little things he did. The nudge of his nose with his thumb. The cocky half-grin he always gives me when he thinks I'm being funny. The way he places his hands on the steering wheel of his car. I wonder how many of these beautiful little things are done because of me being in his life. I wonder how many little things I can make him do, if only we were closer. Just a little closer...
"Fraser!" Kowalski's voice snapped through my thoughts like the crack of a whip, and I blinked, finding myself only inches from his face, leaning over him from my seat in the car. I swallowed and leaned back quickly, feeling my own face heat up.
"What was that all about?" Ray asks. I clear my throat.
"I just got lost in my thoughts, Ray." I mumble, trying to hide my face by looking out my window. That's when I notice we're still parked in front of the consulate, and I make a hasty escape out the door, trying not to slam it on my way out. I hear Ray follow immediately.
"What the hell were those thoughts?" Ray asks, following on my heels. He sounds a little aggrivated, and I swallow down the lump formed by the racing of my heart.
"I can't recall now, Ray." I hurry into my office and try to act busy with the few papers stacked on my desk, but the uselessness of those papers and the neatness of my office makes acting busy difficult. Ray is standing in the doorway, looking expectantly at me over the rims of his black sunglasses.
"What are we doing in here? Aren't we going to lunch?" he asks impatiently. The thought of lunch with Ray doesn't sound so good right now. Actually, it sounds too good. I shake my head.
"I'm not really hungry anymore, Ray. You go ahead." The lie tastes as bitter in my mouth as the ones before it had.
"Bullshit. Come on, you were just saying five minutes ago you were starving." I knew Ray wasn't about to give up and leave me alone, so I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment before slowly heading towards him. He grinned at me and put his arm over my shoulders. "What, you feeling sick all of a sudden?"
"No. Not anymore." I smile back and follow him back out to the GTO, not bothering to dislodge his arm, until we get to the car and I hold the door open for him. He looks at me funny, but I recognize the glint in his eye, and he smiles almost knowingly at me before getting in behind the wheel. I close the door, take another deep breath, and go back around to the passenger side, this time with confidence.
467 Words!
I remember all the little things he did. The nudge of his nose with his thumb. The cocky half-grin he always gives me when he thinks I'm being funny. The way he places his hands on the steering wheel of his car. I wonder how many of these beautiful little things are done because of me being in his life. I wonder how many little things I can make him do, if only we were closer. Just a little closer...
"Fraser!" Kowalski's voice snapped through my thoughts like the crack of a whip, and I blinked, finding myself only inches from his face, leaning over him from my seat in the car. I swallowed and leaned back quickly, feeling my own face heat up.
"What was that all about?" Ray asks. I clear my throat.
"I just got lost in my thoughts, Ray." I mumble, trying to hide my face by looking out my window. That's when I notice we're still parked in front of the consulate, and I make a hasty escape out the door, trying not to slam it on my way out. I hear Ray follow immediately.
"What the hell were those thoughts?" Ray asks, following on my heels. He sounds a little aggrivated, and I swallow down the lump formed by the racing of my heart.
"I can't recall now, Ray." I hurry into my office and try to act busy with the few papers stacked on my desk, but the uselessness of those papers and the neatness of my office makes acting busy difficult. Ray is standing in the doorway, looking expectantly at me over the rims of his black sunglasses.
"What are we doing in here? Aren't we going to lunch?" he asks impatiently. The thought of lunch with Ray doesn't sound so good right now. Actually, it sounds too good. I shake my head.
"I'm not really hungry anymore, Ray. You go ahead." The lie tastes as bitter in my mouth as the ones before it had.
"Bullshit. Come on, you were just saying five minutes ago you were starving." I knew Ray wasn't about to give up and leave me alone, so I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment before slowly heading towards him. He grinned at me and put his arm over my shoulders. "What, you feeling sick all of a sudden?"
"No. Not anymore." I smile back and follow him back out to the GTO, not bothering to dislodge his arm, until we get to the car and I hold the door open for him. He looks at me funny, but I recognize the glint in his eye, and he smiles almost knowingly at me before getting in behind the wheel. I close the door, take another deep breath, and go back around to the passenger side, this time with confidence.
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