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307
c. 2003 Kellie Matthews
Verna heard the skittering of claws on the floor of the apartment above hers, and frowned. 307 knew she
didn't allow pets, at least not the kind that didn't come in an aquarium. Supposedly the dog, a pretty white
thing, belonged to his friend, the good-looking circus fellow, but she heard those claws up there an awful
lot, sometimes when it didn't seem the time of day someone would be over visiting. She looked at her
watch. It was still pretty early. Probably she ought to go up and just remind 307 about the no pets rule.
Though to be honest, she'd take claws over clomping.
Come to think of it, there hadn't been much clomping lately. Just the occasional creak of the squeaky
floorboard outside the bathroom (legacy of a previous tenant's overflowing tub). The irregular thud of
something heavy hitting the floor. Like that, she thought with a glance upward. An occasional
outburst of shouting that corresponded, she'd discovered, with the nights the sports channel carried
hockey. And every so often, a rhythmic thumping that she tried hard not to notice. At least somebody
was getting some.
Another skitter across her ceiling settled it. She levered herself out of her recliner (she really ought to get
a new one, the springs were shot) and took her time on the stairs. Reaching the top step, she paused a
moment, rubbing at her arthritic left knee, and then shuffled down the hall to the door with 307 on it. As
she raised her hand to knock, there was an exclamation from inside that she could clearly hear through
the door.
"Ow! Pull it out! It hurts!"
She stopped, listening curiously. That was 307's voice. For once there was no music or television going,
and it sounded like he was right on the other side of the door.
"Remember what I told you? Breathe through the discomfort and just try to relax, and it will be much
easier."
The second voice was the circus fellow's. He had a nice voice. Though. . . 'breathe through the
discomfort and just try to relax'? What were they doing in there?
"How am I supposed to relax with that monster in there?" 307 demanded.
'Monster?' Verna wondered. Her late husband used to call his. . . were they. . . good heavens. Could they
be. . . ? It wasn't even nine o' clock yet!
"Breathe, Ray. In . . . out . . . "
"In . . ." 307 said. "Out. . . In . . . out . . ." For several moments the quiet was broken only by the faintest
of panting sounds, and the sound of furniture scraping a little on the floor. Finally then he spoke again.
"Huh. Better."
"I told you so," circus-fellow said, a hint of smugness in his tone. "Now, if you'll just cooperate here, we'll
be done in no time."
"I am!' 307 said indignantly. "I wouldn't let just anybody stick . . . ouch! Shit! Uh, sorry."
"I have heard it before." Circus-fellow sounded amused. "Breathe."
"Breathe," 307 repeated. " Brea. . . ee!" The word ended on a yelp.
"Ahhh," Circus-fellow purred in a satisfied tone. "There."
"Oh yeah," 307 echoed fervently.
"Now we'll just clean you up a little."
There was a very long pause before 307 spoke again. "You're the best, Fraser."
"Nonsense," circus-fellow-- Fraser-- demurred. "I'm sure anyone could have. . . "
"Like I said, I wouldn't let just anybody do it to me."
"I'm honored, then."
"You should be." Another pause. "How come Dief's staring at the door like that?"
"I'm not sure. Diefenbaker?"
There was a whine. It sounded even closer than the voices.
"He says there's someone out there," Fraser said.
Verna realized she was about to get caught eavesdropping. For just a second she thought of trying to
sneak off, but knew her knee would make it impossible to get very far so she figured she'd tough it out.
Blushing, she rapped on the door and hoped whoever answered it would have clothes on.
Mere seconds later the door opened. She looked carefully upward, knowing they were both taller than
she was. 307 looked back at her. His blond hair was wildly tousled, but then it always was.
"Hey, Mrs. Jules, what's up?" he asked, faintly puzzled
"I heard a dog. You keeping a dog up here?" she asked, hoping her voice didn't sound squeaky. She let
her eyes flicker down and was relieved to see a t-shirt. She allowed herself a slightly lower look. Jeans.
She didn't know how on earth he'd managed to get dressed so fast, but she was glad he had.
"Not keeping him, no. He's just visiting," 307 said with a grin.
"You sure? I hear him up here quite a bit."
"Yeah, he visits a lot, but he never makes a mess, do you Dief?" He looked down at the dog like he
expected it to answer.
The dog made a little sound in its throat, halfway between a growl and a whine, and looked indignant.
"Really, ma'am, he's quite well behaved," the other man put in from where he stood, a few feet behind
307. "Other than a certain tendency toward sarcasm, and a fondness for fried foods."
She looked past 307 to his friend, who was wearing that red outfit of his. That must take forever to put
on. He had a bottle of witch hazel in one hand, and a cotton pad in the other. There was a pair of
tweezers and what looked like a small piece of broken wood on the table behind him. Belatedly she
noticed the band-aid wound around one of 307's fingers. He must have noticed her looking at it, because
he wiggled his fingers at her.
"Splinter," he explained.
She blushed again as she realized that their whole conversation had been perfectly innocent. She was
awful to have thought those things! "Well, uh, glad to hear the dog's just visiting," she said,
embarrassed. "Have a nice night, Mr. Vecchio." She'd finally remembered his name. She always had
trouble with it, because he sure didn't look like somebody named Vecchio.
"You too," Vecchio said.
* * *
"Good thing she didn't ask how come the dog visits so often, and for so long," Ray said with a wink, after
closing the door.
Fraser smiled. "Indeed."
"So, where were we?" Ray asked, hooking his thumbs in his waistband, all eight fingers pointing down
and slightly in.
Fraser lifted an eyebrow. "Before or after you decided to break the table?"
"Hey! Not my fault it's cheap! And if you hadn't been humping me on it, I wouldn't have been grabbing it
like that, and. . ."
"Ray?"
Ray paused. "Yeah?"
"Shut up," Fraser said, stepping closer, pulling Ray to him by the front of his shirt.
Ray grinned, and threaded his fingers into Fraser's hair, pulling him even closer. "Understood."
* * * fin * * *
307
c. 2003 Kellie Matthews
Verna heard the skittering of claws on the floor of the apartment above hers, and frowned. 307 knew she
didn't allow pets, at least not the kind that didn't come in an aquarium. Supposedly the dog, a pretty white
thing, belonged to his friend, the good-looking circus fellow, but she heard those claws up there an awful
lot, sometimes when it didn't seem the time of day someone would be over visiting. She looked at her
watch. It was still pretty early. Probably she ought to go up and just remind 307 about the no pets rule.
Though to be honest, she'd take claws over clomping.
Come to think of it, there hadn't been much clomping lately. Just the occasional creak of the squeaky
floorboard outside the bathroom (legacy of a previous tenant's overflowing tub). The irregular thud of
something heavy hitting the floor. Like that, she thought with a glance upward. An occasional
outburst of shouting that corresponded, she'd discovered, with the nights the sports channel carried
hockey. And every so often, a rhythmic thumping that she tried hard not to notice. At least somebody
was getting some.
Another skitter across her ceiling settled it. She levered herself out of her recliner (she really ought to get
a new one, the springs were shot) and took her time on the stairs. Reaching the top step, she paused a
moment, rubbing at her arthritic left knee, and then shuffled down the hall to the door with 307 on it. As
she raised her hand to knock, there was an exclamation from inside that she could clearly hear through
the door.
"Ow! Pull it out! It hurts!"
She stopped, listening curiously. That was 307's voice. For once there was no music or television going,
and it sounded like he was right on the other side of the door.
"Remember what I told you? Breathe through the discomfort and just try to relax, and it will be much
easier."
The second voice was the circus fellow's. He had a nice voice. Though. . . 'breathe through the
discomfort and just try to relax'? What were they doing in there?
"How am I supposed to relax with that monster in there?" 307 demanded.
'Monster?' Verna wondered. Her late husband used to call his. . . were they. . . good heavens. Could they
be. . . ? It wasn't even nine o' clock yet!
"Breathe, Ray. In . . . out . . . "
"In . . ." 307 said. "Out. . . In . . . out . . ." For several moments the quiet was broken only by the faintest
of panting sounds, and the sound of furniture scraping a little on the floor. Finally then he spoke again.
"Huh. Better."
"I told you so," circus-fellow said, a hint of smugness in his tone. "Now, if you'll just cooperate here, we'll
be done in no time."
"I am!' 307 said indignantly. "I wouldn't let just anybody stick . . . ouch! Shit! Uh, sorry."
"I have heard it before." Circus-fellow sounded amused. "Breathe."
"Breathe," 307 repeated. " Brea. . . ee!" The word ended on a yelp.
"Ahhh," Circus-fellow purred in a satisfied tone. "There."
"Oh yeah," 307 echoed fervently.
"Now we'll just clean you up a little."
There was a very long pause before 307 spoke again. "You're the best, Fraser."
"Nonsense," circus-fellow-- Fraser-- demurred. "I'm sure anyone could have. . . "
"Like I said, I wouldn't let just anybody do it to me."
"I'm honored, then."
"You should be." Another pause. "How come Dief's staring at the door like that?"
"I'm not sure. Diefenbaker?"
There was a whine. It sounded even closer than the voices.
"He says there's someone out there," Fraser said.
Verna realized she was about to get caught eavesdropping. For just a second she thought of trying to
sneak off, but knew her knee would make it impossible to get very far so she figured she'd tough it out.
Blushing, she rapped on the door and hoped whoever answered it would have clothes on.
Mere seconds later the door opened. She looked carefully upward, knowing they were both taller than
she was. 307 looked back at her. His blond hair was wildly tousled, but then it always was.
"Hey, Mrs. Jules, what's up?" he asked, faintly puzzled
"I heard a dog. You keeping a dog up here?" she asked, hoping her voice didn't sound squeaky. She let
her eyes flicker down and was relieved to see a t-shirt. She allowed herself a slightly lower look. Jeans.
She didn't know how on earth he'd managed to get dressed so fast, but she was glad he had.
"Not keeping him, no. He's just visiting," 307 said with a grin.
"You sure? I hear him up here quite a bit."
"Yeah, he visits a lot, but he never makes a mess, do you Dief?" He looked down at the dog like he
expected it to answer.
The dog made a little sound in its throat, halfway between a growl and a whine, and looked indignant.
"Really, ma'am, he's quite well behaved," the other man put in from where he stood, a few feet behind
307. "Other than a certain tendency toward sarcasm, and a fondness for fried foods."
She looked past 307 to his friend, who was wearing that red outfit of his. That must take forever to put
on. He had a bottle of witch hazel in one hand, and a cotton pad in the other. There was a pair of
tweezers and what looked like a small piece of broken wood on the table behind him. Belatedly she
noticed the band-aid wound around one of 307's fingers. He must have noticed her looking at it, because
he wiggled his fingers at her.
"Splinter," he explained.
She blushed again as she realized that their whole conversation had been perfectly innocent. She was
awful to have thought those things! "Well, uh, glad to hear the dog's just visiting," she said,
embarrassed. "Have a nice night, Mr. Vecchio." She'd finally remembered his name. She always had
trouble with it, because he sure didn't look like somebody named Vecchio.
"You too," Vecchio said.
* * *
"Good thing she didn't ask how come the dog visits so often, and for so long," Ray said with a wink, after
closing the door.
Fraser smiled. "Indeed."
"So, where were we?" Ray asked, hooking his thumbs in his waistband, all eight fingers pointing down
and slightly in.
Fraser lifted an eyebrow. "Before or after you decided to break the table?"
"Hey! Not my fault it's cheap! And if you hadn't been humping me on it, I wouldn't have been grabbing it
like that, and. . ."
"Ray?"
Ray paused. "Yeah?"
"Shut up," Fraser said, stepping closer, pulling Ray to him by the front of his shirt.
Ray grinned, and threaded his fingers into Fraser's hair, pulling him even closer. "Understood."
* * * fin * * *
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One word comment:
Date: 2003-10-03 02:01 am (UTC)Re: One word comment:
Date: 2003-10-03 02:32 am (UTC)Thanks, I think. ;-D
--Kellie
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Date: 2003-10-03 02:09 am (UTC)And your wonderful flashfics are making me *long* for more - I think I'm having Kellie big-meaty-smutty-DS-epic-withdrawal symptoms! :)
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Date: 2003-10-03 02:39 am (UTC)Thanks, that's very sweet of you to say.
--Kellie
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Date: 2003-10-03 03:52 am (UTC)his friend, the good-looking circus fellow
ROFLMAO!
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Date: 2003-10-03 02:15 pm (UTC)--Kellie
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Date: 2003-10-03 02:15 pm (UTC)--Kellie
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Date: 2003-10-03 05:20 am (UTC)Circus-fellow automatically made me think of Speranza's Juggling Act, which made me think of AngryClown!Ray, which always brightens my day. Fraser does look a bit like a Barnum & Bailey's ringleader even on a regular day, though, doesn't he? Great job. I wish this had been an episode.
-mercy
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Date: 2003-10-03 02:20 pm (UTC)--Kellie
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Date: 2003-10-03 10:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-03 02:21 pm (UTC)--Kellie
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Date: 2003-10-03 12:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-03 02:22 pm (UTC)--Kellie
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Date: 2003-10-06 10:47 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-10-03 02:23 pm (UTC)--Kellie
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Date: 2003-10-03 02:16 pm (UTC)have a nice day
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Date: 2003-10-03 02:23 pm (UTC)--Kellie
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Date: 2003-10-03 04:59 pm (UTC)Makes one wonder where else he may have gotten splinters - good thing they were too eager to get fully undressed. ::Sigh::
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Date: 2003-10-03 05:08 pm (UTC)What a yummy mental picture THAT makes!
Cute, cute, cute. :)
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Date: 2003-10-03 06:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-03 08:55 pm (UTC)[And yes, I started jumping up and down excitedly when I saw a post with your name on it]
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Date: 2003-10-04 01:42 am (UTC)-R
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Date: 2003-10-05 05:52 am (UTC)