Jewelry challenge entry

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Wow, it's been a long time since a I posted over here!

This is just a little quickie. *kisses brooklinegirl for the early-morning beta*


Ray chewed on his bracelet when he thought nobody was looking.

Fraser knew the pattern. When they were on a stakeout, or if they were waiting for Sandor, or if Ray was pondering a particularly difficult case, it was inevitable.

First, he would release the catch quickly, with a light flick of his fingers.

He then unwound the chain from around his wrist, dragging the metal across the light hair on his wrists, and twisting it around his knuckles.

Ray liked to play with the bracelet a bit first. He worried the beads through his fingers, back and forth, perhaps a vestige from his Catholic childhood.

Fraser imagined that the beads grew warm and slick under his touch; the friction building up and causing Ray’s hands to sweat.

After a few minutes, if Ray was particularly bored or preoccupied, he transferred the clasp end to his mouth. His quick agile hand still twisted and rubbed the beads, but the clasp would work in and out of his mouth.

Fraser would watch, fascinated, as the tiny glints of metal slipped between Ray’s lips. The metal would be even hotter now, and visibly wet.

He wondered if Ray’s mouth tasted like silver.

He wondered if Ray’s tongue was as agile as his fingers.

He wondered if he would ever find out.

Doubtful. It was foolish to harbor such hopes.

Inevitably, the suspect would arrive, or Lieutenant Welsh would call. Ray would sit up and, in one practiced move, wind the bracelet around his wrist and click the clasp shut.

Fraser would say nothing, except the occasional, “That’s a very unsanitary habit, Ray.”

They’d argue about it for a few minutes, and then it would be forgotten again in the rhythm of their partnership.