Date: 2008-09-07 03:16 pm (UTC)
oh my fucking god. i have no WORDS, no WORDS so i'm just gonna quote some stuff at you:

In truth, the dreams were all terribly vague, something Fraser found irritating. It was perfectly clear to her that sex was, yes, a beautiful way to express love between two people, but also a fundamentally physical, mechanical act. She wasn't in love but she was perfectly capable of giving herself an orgasm, and if her best fantasy material was floating around in tangerine clouds with Laura Secord, she would have to look into lucid dreaming.

SO FRASER. SO VERY VERY FRASER.

"Yeah, I know," Ray murmurs, her voice gentle and implacable. "Suck it up. We're doing this."

RAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! And not wanting to be the cop that they go to for kids. Aw, girl!Vecchio.

This is RIDICULOUSLY fantastic. And then you brought in Kowalski and made it post-CotW!!! WHAT I LOVE ABOVE ALL ELSE! And the QUEST!!!!

And Fraser's POV!!!! I never feel like I've really got Fraser when I write him, but you do, oh my god I believe this is what it's like in Fraser's head---you have the humor and the repression and the incredible self-knowledge and the formality and the poetry and the unexpectedness of his/her imagination and I just. I ADORE YOU WHOEVER YOU ARE.
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