more Fraser whomping challenge

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Because, really. Can you ever have enough Fraser whomping?

Thank you to liviapenn for read-through. About 400 words.

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It was early, but Fraser was already awake; he had not slept at all that night, in fact. There were so few hours left.

He lay still, watching her in the predawn light. Her body was warm against his, warm and flowing with life, and he could still not quite grasp the surprise and joy of that fact.

Victoria awoke slowly, shifting in his arms and murmuring softly to herself.

*Her voice*, Fraser thought, *her voice*, and the thought wracked him with pain.

Her face, when she turned it up to him, was pale, so pale, contrasted against the black of her eyes and hair. Like a ghost; like an angel.

She stared at him for a long moment. She could see into his soul, Fraser thought -- she knew everything about him--

"You're not going to let me go," she said.

"I can't. I'm sorry--"

"You can, Ben. You *won't*."

"Victoria," Fraser said, and he closed his eyes tight. He heard a noise like a choked sob, then she shifted in his arms again, pulling away from his embrace.

"You bastard," she hissed in his ear. He opened his eyes and she was above him, fierce and pained and lovely, and he wasn't surprised when she shoved him, shoved him onto his back and struck her fists against his arms and chest. It wasn't much. He could take it. He could--

She stopped suddenly, another noise escaping her, as she rested her weight forward on Fraser's chest.

"Victoria," Fraser said again, and this time she turned her face towards his, and they kissed, hungrily, eagerly.

Fraser was hardening beneath all his layers; Victoria's hands were suddenly between them, adjusting things, arranging things. "I want you to remember me," she whispered, moving herself on top of him.

"Yes," Fraser gasped. She didn't need to ask -- it would be written on him, tattooed somewhere deep inside, where he would never be free of it.

"Think of *this*," she said; he was caught beneath her gaze, and he tried to hold himself still beneath her, and take exactly what she would give him. "Every day. Promise me--"

"I promise," Fraser said, and she closed her eyes as she sank down onto his erection. The pleasure was so fierce it was almost pain, and Fraser gripped her tightly, trying to grasp the shape of her body as best he could, and then he closed his eyes as well.