omg. okay. here via mrsronweasely, and just - wow. This is the craziest fic in the WORLD, and there are EGGS and a PARACHUTE, and it is somehow still wildly hot and in character, and I have NO CLUE how the hell you did it, but BRAVO, lady, wow. This:
God help me, I trust him. He says jump, I say how high? OK, actually I say, “Are you fucking nuts, Fraser? That’s gotta be thirty feet! There is NO way you’re making me jump. No way. Not happening,” and then I jump anyway.
So if he says “Kiss me,” I just…do it.
I just love it. In and around all the - eggy fucking omg - it's just purely THEM.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, that’s so, Mr. Mounty. You’re the bitch in this relationship. You're Canadian.”
*dying* Seriously: this is a work of MAD GENIUS. wow. *claps and claps*
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Date: 2006-05-18 05:08 pm (UTC)God help me, I trust him. He says jump, I say how high? OK, actually I say, “Are you fucking nuts, Fraser? That’s gotta be thirty feet! There is NO way you’re making me jump. No way. Not happening,” and then I jump anyway.
So if he says “Kiss me,” I just…do it.
I just love it. In and around all the - eggy fucking omg - it's just purely THEM.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, that’s so, Mr. Mounty. You’re the bitch in this relationship. You're Canadian.”
*dying* Seriously: this is a work of MAD GENIUS. wow. *claps and claps*