Okay, technically I missed the deadline, but I figure if Ces hasn't posted it yet...
Oh dear, with this warning no one will read it. Here goes: Kowalski/Stella, Vecchio/Stella. There is no gay sex in here at ALL! I'm as appalled as the rest of you. I'd say... R rated. If that. PG-13, if your 13-year-olds are anything like I was at 13. 392 words. Created by writing until Stella was done talking to me, then ruthlessly cutting 75% of it, so if it feels disjointed that would explain it. Actually, let me know; I'm still working on the fine line between killing all your darlings and destroying the flow of a piece.
I would have exiled Ray's motorcycle boots from our closet for fear they'd shed their constant dirt on my work shoes, except they never made it to the closet; generally, he'd just toe them off and kick them into a corner. In the years we lived together, I tripped over those boots probably twenty times. I spilled my coffee, got runs in my hose, stubbed my toes -- I swear those things lurked, just waiting for me to show up. I was sure they hated me.
Ray is sitting on my side of the church, way in the back to avoid having to interact with my parents in any way, and fidgeting. He's wearing a suit, which means he's probably wearing his dancing shoes, which are probably almost identical to the ones he bought at fifteen when he decided to join my ballroom dance class.
I haven't thought about this in years, but suddenly I remember a Friday night in the early 80s, and a family party I never should have dragged Ray to. After an evening of splinter-sharp digs at Ray's clothes and accent and job, I lost my temper and slapped my cousin John as hard as I could. By the time we reached our hotel room, I was mortified, certain I had embarrassed Ray. I was preparing an apology for his no doubt wounded pride, but instead I found myself pushed against the nearest wall and devoured, finally kicking off my shoes and standing on Ray's boots to get the height to reach him. He brought me off like that, his hand down inside my underwear and my toes squeaking on his beat-up boots as I shifted and trembled and cried into his mouth and tried to retain some balance while he drove me up and over.
Ray Vecchio loves that I don't fluster easily, that I keep my cool, that I understand the value of a well-placed accessory. He's amazed and grateful that I can simultaneously dress well and laugh at his jokes, and I'm amazed and grateful that he manages to be passionately devoted to me and still wholly a separate person.
And I hope, with a sudden force that squeezes my heart inside my chest, that Ray Kowalski will find someone with unsophisticated taste in footwear who will stand up for him from the very beginning.
Oh dear, with this warning no one will read it. Here goes: Kowalski/Stella, Vecchio/Stella. There is no gay sex in here at ALL! I'm as appalled as the rest of you. I'd say... R rated. If that. PG-13, if your 13-year-olds are anything like I was at 13. 392 words. Created by writing until Stella was done talking to me, then ruthlessly cutting 75% of it, so if it feels disjointed that would explain it. Actually, let me know; I'm still working on the fine line between killing all your darlings and destroying the flow of a piece.
I would have exiled Ray's motorcycle boots from our closet for fear they'd shed their constant dirt on my work shoes, except they never made it to the closet; generally, he'd just toe them off and kick them into a corner. In the years we lived together, I tripped over those boots probably twenty times. I spilled my coffee, got runs in my hose, stubbed my toes -- I swear those things lurked, just waiting for me to show up. I was sure they hated me.
Ray is sitting on my side of the church, way in the back to avoid having to interact with my parents in any way, and fidgeting. He's wearing a suit, which means he's probably wearing his dancing shoes, which are probably almost identical to the ones he bought at fifteen when he decided to join my ballroom dance class.
I haven't thought about this in years, but suddenly I remember a Friday night in the early 80s, and a family party I never should have dragged Ray to. After an evening of splinter-sharp digs at Ray's clothes and accent and job, I lost my temper and slapped my cousin John as hard as I could. By the time we reached our hotel room, I was mortified, certain I had embarrassed Ray. I was preparing an apology for his no doubt wounded pride, but instead I found myself pushed against the nearest wall and devoured, finally kicking off my shoes and standing on Ray's boots to get the height to reach him. He brought me off like that, his hand down inside my underwear and my toes squeaking on his beat-up boots as I shifted and trembled and cried into his mouth and tried to retain some balance while he drove me up and over.
Ray Vecchio loves that I don't fluster easily, that I keep my cool, that I understand the value of a well-placed accessory. He's amazed and grateful that I can simultaneously dress well and laugh at his jokes, and I'm amazed and grateful that he manages to be passionately devoted to me and still wholly a separate person.
And I hope, with a sudden force that squeezes my heart inside my chest, that Ray Kowalski will find someone with unsophisticated taste in footwear who will stand up for him from the very beginning.
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Date: 2003-09-13 06:06 am (UTC)How can you say there's no Fraser?!
I liked this very, very much. Rather sweet; says a lot about all three (four) characters...
*swoons with love for this story*
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Date: 2003-09-13 06:25 am (UTC)Thank you! I'm really glad something story-like survived the editing process.
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Date: 2003-09-13 07:11 am (UTC)Yep, I'm also a dyed in the wool F/K-er! woo!
yay!
Date: 2003-09-13 10:48 am (UTC)Re: yay!
Date: 2003-09-13 03:56 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it. Now stop pulling my hair!
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Date: 2003-09-13 03:55 pm (UTC)But that's a hella nice thing to say! Thank you!
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Date: 2003-09-13 01:34 pm (UTC)(Also, you don't actually *say,* but -- if they're in church, and Ray's on Stella's "side," well, it just gave me the feeling of a wedding. And I was going to ask where Fraser was, but it's obvious he'd be Vecchio's best man. And since we all know what happens at wedding receptions, I think the hook-up isn't too far off...)
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Date: 2003-09-13 03:35 pm (UTC)Okay, yes, I confess. It's an F/K story, really. I can't help it. I love happy endings.
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Date: 2003-09-13 02:50 pm (UTC)I love all the little glimpses of Ray here, through Stella's eyes: fidgeting in church, wearing his dancing shoes (his only "grown-up" shoes, I bet), being the butt of her families jokes, and taking Stella up against a wall, hot because she had the balls to stand up for him.
Very, very nice indeed.
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Date: 2003-09-13 03:51 pm (UTC)I'm very glad you liked it. Thank you.
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Date: 2003-09-13 03:03 pm (UTC)I would love to see more of this. Maybe not all 75 percent that you cut, but at least another 25 percent? *G* Not because it doesn't flow, but because it's good.
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Date: 2003-09-13 03:42 pm (UTC)Anyway, thank you! That's quite a compliment.
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Date: 2003-09-13 03:47 pm (UTC)See my reply to Rowan for some of the stuff that was cut. Thinking back on it, none of it really said anything that isn't in there, so I'm glad I managed the butchering!
I had kind of a hard time, actually, with the Vecchio and Stella thing. In COTW, their attraction is played for laughs, and seems to consist mostly of being impressed by the other's worry.
And wanting to see more? Best praise there is! Thank you.
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Date: 2003-09-14 04:29 pm (UTC)(Mind you, Stella's a better person than I. I'm sure I'd be thinking, "May he find someone perfect for him... but maybe not quite as smart as me." I'm a bad person.)
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Date: 2003-09-14 04:23 pm (UTC)Deidre
Date: 2003-09-14 01:00 pm (UTC)I really liked this because it's the only story I've seen dealing with Kowalski and Stella's past where Vecchio isn't thrown the scraps. Usually, Stella's going on about how much she still loves RayK and how RayV is second best. Sorry, but RayV gets my vote every time, and I think a well-dressed, mature career woman like Stella would feel she'd truly met her soul-mate with Vecchio. I think Stella out-grew RayK a LONG time ago. (The bad boy in the leather jacket loses his appeal when we get to 21!).
Re: Deidre
Date: 2003-09-14 04:22 pm (UTC)Well... not for all of us (I just say that because I think one of my earlier flashfiction stories was largely about it not losing its appeal), but if all of us liked the same thing... we'd fight a lot more. And not have enough rice pudding to go around.
RayK's my favorite, and I am still trying to get a grip on the whole Vecchio/Stella romance (because what we saw in COTW wasn't a lot to work on), but he's a great guy. And, Orsini aside, Stella's a smart woman. If she marries Vecchio, it's because she thinks he's right for her.
Ces's Kowalski is Bleeding is the main story I think of for Vecchio-Stella, in terms of real respect for the characters and their attraction. Also, it's by Ces, so I highly recommend it.
Okay, I'm rambling. Basically, what I wanted to say was, Thank you! I like Vecchio, but I don't feel the character the way I feel Kowalski's, so I find writing him a little awkward. Which makes praise from a Vecchio fan high praise indeed! Makes me feel like I'm doing something right!
Now it just occurs to me that if you don't have a lj, you may not ever see this reply. Oh well, more effusive gratitude flung out into the ether...
Deidre
Date: 2003-09-15 05:06 pm (UTC)Apologies - didn't mean to upset all you Kowalski fans out there. I don't dislike him, and I think CKR is a great actor. Truth is, I thought the whole plot of Season 3 was highly ludicrous. Ray V going off to the Mob and someone who didn't look or act a jot like him taking his place - and no-one ever said "Hey, you're not Vecchio!"
The start of Season 3 could have said goodbye to RayV in a much better way, and then introduced RayK as his own person.
Sorry, I'm rambling now. Just wanted to say - I really liked your story.
Re: Deidre
Date: 2003-09-16 04:11 am (UTC)So no, in no way upset. I like RayK and RayV but find K more compelling insofar as writing the character goes. But that's just a matter of taste (not bad or good, you understand, just... oh, heck. Peace on earth! Goodwill to all Rays!).
In any case, I highly appreciated your comment. Thank you.
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