For the Whomping Fraser challenge
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kassrachel. Thanks, hon!
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The bathroom door opened, releasing a cloud of steam and Benton Fraser, naked save for a smallish towel wrapped loosely around his hips.
“Hey, Ben, you seen my—” Ray Kowalski straightened and gaped at him, one boot dangling from his hand. “What the hell happened to you?”
“Nothing, Ray.” Ben’s eyebrows drew together, giving him a puzzled look. “Why do you ask?”
Ray gestured mutely, the sweep of his arm encompassing Ben from head to toe.
Glancing down at his chest, Ben uttered a strangled “ah.” The colour on his cheeks, already pink from heat and a thorough scrubbing, deepened. “I believe,” he said, turning toward the closet, “that we got a little carried away earlier.”
“A little carried away?” Ray shook his head and dropped the boot with a clatter. He gently rested his hand on Ben’s shoulder, his fingertips fitting exactly into the pattern of bruises across the crest of muscle. “This is more than—”
His other hand twitched away the towel, and he sucked in a deep breath at the sight of a trail of bruises on the swell of Ben’s buttocks.
“I assure you, Ray,” Ben began, but Ray slid his hand up Ben’s shoulder to his mouth, cupping his jaw carefully and stilling his words.
With a sigh, he rested his forehead against the strong tendons on the back of Ben’s neck.
“Sorry. Guess I was so glad to see you that I didn’t realize my own strength.”
A flurry of movement, and Ben was facing him, arms wrapped around his waist. Ray knew that stern look: exasperation, thinly veiled.
“Do you know what those marks means to me?”
Ray pulled Ben close and shook his head.
“They mean,” said Ben, his eyes fierce, “that I’m not alone. You’ve touched me, made me yours. I cherish every mark because you put it there.”
Ray bowed his head and pressed his lips to the base of Ben’s throat. With a little moan, Ben shifted against him, his arousal evident.
“Let’s go back to bed.” Ray slid his fingers into the cleft of Ben’s buttocks. “And you can make me yours this time.”
A wordless moan was his only reply.
kassrachel. Thanks, hon!Afterimage
The bathroom door opened, releasing a cloud of steam and Benton Fraser, naked save for a smallish towel wrapped loosely around his hips.
“Hey, Ben, you seen my—” Ray Kowalski straightened and gaped at him, one boot dangling from his hand. “What the hell happened to you?”
“Nothing, Ray.” Ben’s eyebrows drew together, giving him a puzzled look. “Why do you ask?”
Ray gestured mutely, the sweep of his arm encompassing Ben from head to toe.
Glancing down at his chest, Ben uttered a strangled “ah.” The colour on his cheeks, already pink from heat and a thorough scrubbing, deepened. “I believe,” he said, turning toward the closet, “that we got a little carried away earlier.”
“A little carried away?” Ray shook his head and dropped the boot with a clatter. He gently rested his hand on Ben’s shoulder, his fingertips fitting exactly into the pattern of bruises across the crest of muscle. “This is more than—”
His other hand twitched away the towel, and he sucked in a deep breath at the sight of a trail of bruises on the swell of Ben’s buttocks.
“I assure you, Ray,” Ben began, but Ray slid his hand up Ben’s shoulder to his mouth, cupping his jaw carefully and stilling his words.
With a sigh, he rested his forehead against the strong tendons on the back of Ben’s neck.
“Sorry. Guess I was so glad to see you that I didn’t realize my own strength.”
A flurry of movement, and Ben was facing him, arms wrapped around his waist. Ray knew that stern look: exasperation, thinly veiled.
“Do you know what those marks means to me?”
Ray pulled Ben close and shook his head.
“They mean,” said Ben, his eyes fierce, “that I’m not alone. You’ve touched me, made me yours. I cherish every mark because you put it there.”
Ray bowed his head and pressed his lips to the base of Ben’s throat. With a little moan, Ben shifted against him, his arousal evident.
“Let’s go back to bed.” Ray slid his fingers into the cleft of Ben’s buttocks. “And you can make me yours this time.”
A wordless moan was his only reply.
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Date: 2004-03-01 05:46 am (UTC)::dies::
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Date: 2004-03-01 08:34 am (UTC)::hugs Deb::
::chains Deb to computer to finish Garage!fic::
::laughs evilly::
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Date: 2004-03-01 05:57 am (UTC)Very nice!
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Date: 2004-03-01 08:35 am (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2004-03-01 08:36 am (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2004-03-01 08:37 am (UTC)A tender kind of whomping
Oxymoron, much? ::g::
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Date: 2004-03-01 07:46 am (UTC)THaaaassss good whompin'.
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Date: 2004-03-01 08:39 am (UTC)::hugging self::
::realizes how silly that looks and searches around for someone else to hug::
::pouts because no one's here::
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Date: 2004-03-01 07:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-01 08:41 am (UTC)Ahem.
Of course I meant that. It was all carefully planned.
::g::
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Date: 2004-03-01 12:48 pm (UTC)I guess it's time to go to plan B...
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Date: 2004-03-01 02:22 pm (UTC)Noooooooooooooo!!! Finish and post your story! Just because I did one take on it doesn't invalidate yours.
Besides, I love your stories...
::hugging Ches::
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Date: 2004-03-01 08:24 am (UTC)Ahem! Yes, the story was wonderful. Ray would leave more than a few bruises, wouldn't he?
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Date: 2004-03-01 08:43 am (UTC)Guh.
Thanks! Yes, I imagine that Ray would leave his mark on Fraser's heart, as well. :>
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Date: 2004-03-01 09:42 am (UTC)Oh my. That was just...guh.
Thank you verrrrrry kindly *g*
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Date: 2004-03-01 02:25 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it! Thanks.
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Date: 2004-03-01 10:19 am (UTC)ohh, this line really got me. i wouldn't think Ben would mind the marks, but the twist you give is the connotation he gives them...
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Date: 2004-03-01 02:27 pm (UTC)::dribbles::
Guh.
::blinks::
Story? Oh, yeah. It really seemed to me something that Fraser would treasure.
::going back to staring at your icon::
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Date: 2004-03-02 05:38 am (UTC)(Oooooh, and Ray with the Fists of Doom! Love the icon.)
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Date: 2004-03-01 06:26 pm (UTC)Sweeeeeet baby Jesus. You just *know* a story that has your name at the top and begins with this sentence is gonna be good!
“They mean,” said Ben, his eyes fierce, “that I’m not alone. You’ve touched me, made me yours. I cherish every mark because you put it there.”
Okay, that's it. I'm officially a puddle.
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Date: 2004-03-02 05:40 am (UTC)::grabs bucket and sponge::
Thanks, hon! Glad you enjoyed it.
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Date: 2004-03-03 04:06 pm (UTC)Whee!!!!
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Date: 2004-03-04 04:30 pm (UTC)FYI, I recced "Lie Perdu" on
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Date: 2004-03-04 04:48 pm (UTC)And yes! I saw your rec of Lie Perdu! Many thanks. God, that seems so long ago... I remember telling Em and n about the first scene at the Baltimore WorldCon, just before the costume contest. They squealed like little piggies. ::g::