Twenty-two (Prompt 09, F/K)
Twenty-two
F/K, G, 597 words
Long, brown hair, soft and wavy down her back. Her long legs encased in sheer black stockings. Her laugh, high and light in the room. Her hand, long fingers wrapped around Ray's wrist, Ray leaned into her, laughing too.
Fraser swallowed hard, and resisted the urge to go and yank her away. Drag her away from Ray where they couldn't smile at each other and she couldn't lean forward to press her breasts against Ray's chest. Fraser watched them for a moment more, her head thrown back, her long, delicate throat exposed, like an invitation, before he had to turn away.
He was tugging at his collar, trying desperately to get some much needed air on his skin when Ray dropped into the chair next to them. "Hey, Fraser," he said, his blue eyes sparkling. "What are you doing?"
"She's quite lovely, Ray," Fraser said, the false cheer and bitterness in his voice starling him. Ray had every right to talk to her, to touch her. Fraser had no claim over his person.
Ray leaned back in his chair, his arm draped over the back of the one next to him, studying Fraser, and Fraser was certain he didn't want Ray to figure this out. "Yeah, she is," Ray said, reaching forward to pluck his beer off the table, taking a long, slow pull. Fraser stifled a moan at the sight of Ray's throat working. "She's also twenty-two."
Fraser didn't know what to say. Certainly, twenty-two was young, but it was well over the legal age of consent. "That's quite young."
"Christ, Fraser," Ray said, slamming down his bottle. "She's my ex-partner's daughter. I'm old enough to be her dad, which is just depressing, mind you, but the truth. I just haven't seen her in a while, I don't want to sleep with her."
"Ray, I don't know what gave you the impression that who you want to sleep with is any of my business," Fraser said stiffly, even though he was ridiculously relieved that Ray wasn't attracted to her. It wasn't his business, and he had no right. He hadn't spoken to Ray about how he felt, and Ray had no obligation to Fraser whatsoever.
Ray laughed, leaning forward until he was just mere inches away from Fraser. "It may not be your business, Fraser," Ray said, his voice low and his breath hot against Fraser's cheek. Fraser felt his heart pounding in his chest, and he was wondering if Ray could hear it over the music playing in the bar. "But you care. I saw you watching us. You looked like you wanted to murder Sarah with your bare hands."
The words of protest died in Fraser's mouth when he saw Ray's grin, his tongue coming out to run across his lower lip, sending heat shooting through Fraser's body. He wanted to reach out and kiss Ray right there, in the middle of the bar, and run his hands over Ray's body to erase all the marks of that woman's touch from Ray's skin. He wanted so much.
"Hey, Frase," Ray said, still close, still grinning, voice hoarse, "what do you say we get out of here?"
"That sounds wonderful, Ray," Fraser said, pushing his chair out hard, almost enough to tip it over onto the floor, and grabbed his leather jacket. He grinned back at Ray before Ray turned to face the door, and Fraser followed him out into the dark of the city, leaving everyone else behind.
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F/K, G, 597 words
Long, brown hair, soft and wavy down her back. Her long legs encased in sheer black stockings. Her laugh, high and light in the room. Her hand, long fingers wrapped around Ray's wrist, Ray leaned into her, laughing too.
Fraser swallowed hard, and resisted the urge to go and yank her away. Drag her away from Ray where they couldn't smile at each other and she couldn't lean forward to press her breasts against Ray's chest. Fraser watched them for a moment more, her head thrown back, her long, delicate throat exposed, like an invitation, before he had to turn away.
He was tugging at his collar, trying desperately to get some much needed air on his skin when Ray dropped into the chair next to them. "Hey, Fraser," he said, his blue eyes sparkling. "What are you doing?"
"She's quite lovely, Ray," Fraser said, the false cheer and bitterness in his voice starling him. Ray had every right to talk to her, to touch her. Fraser had no claim over his person.
Ray leaned back in his chair, his arm draped over the back of the one next to him, studying Fraser, and Fraser was certain he didn't want Ray to figure this out. "Yeah, she is," Ray said, reaching forward to pluck his beer off the table, taking a long, slow pull. Fraser stifled a moan at the sight of Ray's throat working. "She's also twenty-two."
Fraser didn't know what to say. Certainly, twenty-two was young, but it was well over the legal age of consent. "That's quite young."
"Christ, Fraser," Ray said, slamming down his bottle. "She's my ex-partner's daughter. I'm old enough to be her dad, which is just depressing, mind you, but the truth. I just haven't seen her in a while, I don't want to sleep with her."
"Ray, I don't know what gave you the impression that who you want to sleep with is any of my business," Fraser said stiffly, even though he was ridiculously relieved that Ray wasn't attracted to her. It wasn't his business, and he had no right. He hadn't spoken to Ray about how he felt, and Ray had no obligation to Fraser whatsoever.
Ray laughed, leaning forward until he was just mere inches away from Fraser. "It may not be your business, Fraser," Ray said, his voice low and his breath hot against Fraser's cheek. Fraser felt his heart pounding in his chest, and he was wondering if Ray could hear it over the music playing in the bar. "But you care. I saw you watching us. You looked like you wanted to murder Sarah with your bare hands."
The words of protest died in Fraser's mouth when he saw Ray's grin, his tongue coming out to run across his lower lip, sending heat shooting through Fraser's body. He wanted to reach out and kiss Ray right there, in the middle of the bar, and run his hands over Ray's body to erase all the marks of that woman's touch from Ray's skin. He wanted so much.
"Hey, Frase," Ray said, still close, still grinning, voice hoarse, "what do you say we get out of here?"
"That sounds wonderful, Ray," Fraser said, pushing his chair out hard, almost enough to tip it over onto the floor, and grabbed his leather jacket. He grinned back at Ray before Ray turned to face the door, and Fraser followed him out into the dark of the city, leaving everyone else behind.
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