Darkness shall cover the earth...
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kassrachel for giving it a once-over and making several excellent suggestions for improvement. Short, sappy, sweet. 271 words.
These are the times he’ll remember when he’s old and grey. If he makes it that long. If they make it that long.
Nah, not the time to think about that. Think about this.
He squeezes his eyes shut and his hand slides slowly down the smooth, firm flesh stretched out in front of him. He can feel every tiny hair, every nearly-invisible scar. And the scars that aren’t nearly invisible? They’re like jagged mountain ranges under his fingertips. If he were a poet or a philosopher, he’d be able to explain how those scars – torn flesh, imperfectly mended – make him ache with grief for Fraser for enduring the pain, and at the same time feel so damn proud that Fraser had stubbornly refused to give in, had gone on with his life.
But he isn’t a poet or a philosopher. He knows what he feels, though, and that’s good enough for him.
Lips curling into a smile, he bends his neck and brushes a kiss between strong shoulderblades, tasting faintly of salt. Nuzzles the warm skin, resting his forehead against the neck muscles relaxed, finally, in sleep.
These are what he cherishes the most, these peaceful pauses in their busy lives. The sex is good, great even, when they have time and energy to do more than a quick hand job before tumbling into sleep. Words? Well, neither of them is so good with words, especially not romantic speeches. But who needs words when the quiet times say everything that needs saying?
With a contented sigh, Ray wraps his arm around Fraser’s chest and allows himself to drift into sleep.
kassrachel for giving it a once-over and making several excellent suggestions for improvement. Short, sappy, sweet. 271 words.These are the times he’ll remember when he’s old and grey. If he makes it that long. If they make it that long.
Nah, not the time to think about that. Think about this.
He squeezes his eyes shut and his hand slides slowly down the smooth, firm flesh stretched out in front of him. He can feel every tiny hair, every nearly-invisible scar. And the scars that aren’t nearly invisible? They’re like jagged mountain ranges under his fingertips. If he were a poet or a philosopher, he’d be able to explain how those scars – torn flesh, imperfectly mended – make him ache with grief for Fraser for enduring the pain, and at the same time feel so damn proud that Fraser had stubbornly refused to give in, had gone on with his life.
But he isn’t a poet or a philosopher. He knows what he feels, though, and that’s good enough for him.
Lips curling into a smile, he bends his neck and brushes a kiss between strong shoulderblades, tasting faintly of salt. Nuzzles the warm skin, resting his forehead against the neck muscles relaxed, finally, in sleep.
These are what he cherishes the most, these peaceful pauses in their busy lives. The sex is good, great even, when they have time and energy to do more than a quick hand job before tumbling into sleep. Words? Well, neither of them is so good with words, especially not romantic speeches. But who needs words when the quiet times say everything that needs saying?
With a contented sigh, Ray wraps his arm around Fraser’s chest and allows himself to drift into sleep.
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mmme, sleep
Date: 2003-10-13 12:37 pm (UTC)Re: mmme, sleep
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Date: 2003-10-13 03:25 pm (UTC)Uh, Ray? Fraser? A two hour movie special of them boinking?
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Date: 2003-10-13 11:01 pm (UTC)And you are a darlin' and a gentlewoman. Tyk.
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Date: 2003-10-13 02:59 pm (UTC)What a nice Monday treat.*g*
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Date: 2003-10-13 03:27 pm (UTC)gBTW, glad to hear about your upcoming trip to Hawaii. Itinerary? Plans? Please share!
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Date: 2003-10-13 05:22 pm (UTC)I disagree with Ray, though. He *is* a poet.
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Date: 2003-10-13 10:56 pm (UTC)Yeah, Ray *is* a poet, but more like a Beat poet than Yeats. ::g;:
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Date: 2003-10-13 10:59 pm (UTC)And Ray is a poet. The best poets don't realize they are poets. That's what makes them so good.
::nodding:: You're absolutely right. I imagine that one day Fraser will point this out to him, and Ray'll be all scoffing and embarrassed, but secretly pleased as punch.
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Date: 2003-10-13 11:00 pm (UTC)And I love your icon! Mmmm, Smarties.
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Date: 2003-10-14 08:44 pm (UTC)That was lovely.
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