Crossover Fic due South X S&H Part 2 of 2
Part 1 Found Here: http://granderobino.livejournal.com/7851.html
“Yer not here,” Ray said, sounding somewhat stupid, he realized.
“It would seem that I am, Ray.” Fraser said. His resonant tone had the same assurance that it always did when his partner spoke the truth. But there was something different about it. A softness.
“I left ya, back in Canada,” Ray said sadly, still trying to wrap his mind around Fraser being here. Even as his body realized that he was being wrapped in those strong arms that he’d been dreaming of.
“True enough. And I was foolish enough to let you leave. That was my mistake, Ray. I’m hoping that you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me.”
Ray noticed that Fraser wasn’t simply holding him, he had begun moving his thumbs ever so slightly, in a surreptitious message of his upper arms. Ray could have swooned then. Just like the cheesy heroines in those tacky romance novels that Frannie liked to read.
Deciding that he wanted to make sure Fraser knew he was not some faint-hearted conquest, Ray gathered himself up a little straighter. Noticing the momentary flash of doubt in Fraser’s eyes, Ray felt compelled to reassure him.
He pulled his partner into a strong embrace, and felt Fraser relax into it.
Greatness.
“Nothin’ to forgive, Frase,” he said sincerely. “’Sides, you came to your senses…either that or ya lost ‘em completely. Haven’t decided which.”
“Ah-hem…Remember us?” Starsky chuckled from over Ray’s shoulder.
For a minute, Ray honestly didn’t. Then he realized.
“Whoops,” Ray gave a little laugh, as he half-turned in the circle of his partner’s arms to face Starsky and Hutch. “Uhm, Lieutenants Dave Starsky and Ken Hutchinson of Bay City, California,” he began the belated introduction. “I’d like you to meet-“
“Your partner,” Hutch interrupted, extending his had toward Fraser in greeting.
“Constable, no sorry, Corporal Benton Fraser of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police,” Starsky finished, then added, “Good to meet you Corporal Fraser. We’ve heard a lot about you.” Starsky also gave Fraser a firm handshake.
“Good to meet you, Lieutenants,” Fraser said sincerely as always. “I apologize for intruding on your conversation with Ray. I’m afraid that once I saw him, I simply could not wait for a more convenient time to make my presence known. I’ll excuse myself now, if I can convince Detective Kowalski to allow me to resume our conversation this evening.”
“Knock it off, Frase. These guys are okay. Right guys?”
“Absolutely,” assured Starsky.
“Ray, I was merely trying to be polite,” Fraser said solicitously. But Ray heard the smile behind the words.
“Freak,” Ray said affectionately, leaning into Fraser and bumping into his side. “Whaddaya say we all go out to dinner and celebrate. We do got somethin’ to celebrate, right Frase?”
“I certainly hope so, Ray. We do, if you’ll have me,” he said huskily.
The intimacy of moment was broken by the sudden appearance of Diefenbaker at Fraser’s side.
“Hey! You!” Starsky said pointedly to the animal. “You’re the wolf that stole my donut. C’mon admit it.”
“Oh dear,” Fraser said quietly, as he ruffled then smoothed his left eyebrow the nail of his thumb.
“Starsk, I gotta apologize. It looks like you did see a white wolf in Chicago,” Hutch said.
“That’s okay, I was having a hard time believing it myself,” Starsky said nudging Hutch’s shoulder. “C’mon, wolf. They say confession is good for the soul.”
“I must apologize for Diefenbaker, Lieutenant; he seems to have developed a sweet tooth, which he hasn’t been able to indulge often with our recent assignment. And I should probably explain that, while he shows an appalling lack of manners when it comes to commandeering food,” Fraser said as he gave Dief a withering look. “He doesn’t mean to be ignoring you now. It’s just that he’s deaf, and unless he’s looking at you when you’re speaking, he has no idea what you’re saying.”
Ray would never tire of hearing his Mountie’s lengthy explanations or crazy stories. Not in a million years. Ray scratched Dief’s ears and was rewarded with a lick and a woof.
Fraser bent down until he had caught Dief’s eyes, and held them, giving a stern admonition about the perils of taking something without properly asking permission. Dief responded by making a sarcastic growling noise.
“That is no excuse,” Fraser said somewhat indignantly.
Ray enjoyed the bewildered expressions on the faces of Starsky and Hutch as they watched the interplay between man and wolf.
Dief gave another vocalization that indicated he thought he was in the right, and was standing his ground.
Ray laughed at the somewhat defeated reaction of his partner. “Very well,” Fraser acquiesced.
Straightening up, Fraser turned his back on Dief and offered further explanation to the very interested duo from Bay City.
“It seems, Diefenbaker was under the impression that I might not follow through with my intention to set things right with my partner,” he began and was interrupted by further canine grumblings. Shooting Dief a sharp look over his shoulder, he snapped, “I know!” Fraser then turned his attention back to Starsky and Hutch, “He had some cause to feel this way, as I have been known to be somewhat thick-headed when it comes to dealing with feelings of a personal nature. So his act of larceny was well-intentioned, as he thought it would be an effective means of reuniting us, should I have failed, on my own.” Turning then, to see both Dief and Ray watching him, he added solemnly “I wouldn’t have failed you, Ray. Not this time.”
“I know, Fraser,” Ray said sincerely.
Dief gave a satisfied woof and walked up to Starsky, who bent down to give him a scratch behind the ears saying, “Okay, wolf. We’ll let you off with a warning this time. But try to stay out of trouble, huh?”
Dief woofed in apparent agreement.
“How about that dinner, fellas? On us,” Hutch said enthusiastically, as he draped his arm across his partner's shoulders.
“Oh, no. I must insist that this evening's dinner be my treat, Lieutenant. After all, it was I who intruded on whatever plans you may have had-” Fraser countered.
“What? You guys gonna try to out-nice each other to death?” Starsky said bumping his partner's hip. “Ray, it's a good thing we're here. I think, between my Blintz and your Mountie, they could be at this all day.”
“Yep. Be lost without us, I figure. C'mon, I know a spot. Pitter-patter, let's get at 'er,” Ray chanted happily, as he guided his partner down the street, with his arm firmly around his waist. He didn't want to remove it. Still a little afraid that if the physical connection was lost, Fraser would disappear.
As if sensing his partner's lingering apprehension, Fraser leaned into him further as they walked, as if he were snuggling. Or cuddling him. Hmmmm. That was an interesting thought. Was Fraser a cuddler?
Ray looked forward to finding out.
The four men and the wolf continued down a few blocks until they reached the spot Ray had in mind.
Dief started standing up on his hind legs and panting, as they reached the entry to the establishment. The staff at this bistro had made an exception and allowed him access, in the past, after Ray flashed his badge and explained he was an 'official service dog'. It wasn't exactly a lie. He had certainly been of service to Ray and Ben numerous times. Even the Mountie didn't seem to quibble with Ray's creative promotion in status of the animal.
It helped that Dief had proved his worth by foiling a robbery on the premises last year.
The manager, Louie, recognized Ray, Fraser and Dief right away. He set about treating them almost like royalty. He brought out a tray with a half dozen bottles of beer and sparkling cider the group, compliments of the house. And a bowl of water for Dief, who settled down between the feet of Ben and Ray at the booth they shared with Starsky and Hutch.
Fraser removed his hat as he sat down in the booth next to Ray.
“So, you gotta wear that uniform, like, all the time?” Starsky asked as he slid in next to his own partner, across the booth from the Mountie. “Doesn't it get a little...uncomfortable?”
“No, Lieutenant-” began Fraser.
“Starsky.”
“Lieutenant Starsky-” corrected the Mountie.
“No. Just Starsky,” he stressed. Shaking his head, he looked at Ray and asked in a bemused tone, “Is he always like this?”
Ray couldn't stop smiling. Being around Fraser had that effect.
“Yep. Ain't it somethin'?” he said with a little wonder in his voice.
“As I was saying,” Fraser gave Ray a pretend scowl, but he eyes gave away the tease. “I have been known to wear civilian clothing, as the situation warrants, but I was planning on calling on the Consulate in a somewhat official capacity, so felt the Serge was appropriate,” he took a sip from his bottle of cider and smiled in appreciation. “And in answer to your second question, I have always found the uniform quite comfortable.”
“Hunh. Well, the red jacket looks cool. I'll give ya that. Beats the hell outta the black unis we had to wear, before we became detectives on the force.” Starsky said honestly. “But those pants...”
“Hey. Don't denigrate the pumpkin pants,” Ray interrupted.
“But, Ray. You, yourself have said...” Ben began.
“Only I get to do that. Me. Got it?” Ray challenged.
“Understood,” Ben acknowledged, succinctly as usual.
“'Sides, I been wonderin' how you can move in those jeans. They look a little tight...” Ray began to tease Starsky.
“Hey. Don't denigrate the tight jeans,” Hutch interjected, keeping the playful banter going as he gave a long, smoldering look at his partner.
“Understood,” Ray said, smiling. “That's buddies.”
Hutch's eyes fell on Ben's hat as it lay on the table.
“Your Stetson is pretty impressive. And, I must admit, you wear it well,” he said appreciatively.
“Hey. I'm sittin' right here,” Starsky said in a mock-hurt tone, as if to scold.
“Starsk, you know nobody looks as good to me as you,” he said reassuringly as he laced his fingers with his partner's. “But even you gotta admit, it takes some finesse to carry that off. Not just anybody looks good in one.”
“Well...maybe,” Starsky agreed smiling.
“Nonsense. Why, Ray wore my Stetson at the Precinct's Christmas party last year-” Ben began.
“Somebody musta spiked the eggnog,” Ray offered, shrugging his shoulders.
“And I thought he looked quite fetching,” Fraser said, holding Ray's gaze for a just a moment longer that necessary. Ray could feel his smile threatening to break his face in half.
“Mind if I try it on?” Starsky asked.
“Not at all,” Ben said as he handed the hat to Starsky, who immediately put it on his head.
“So. How do I look, babe?” He turned to toward his partner.
“Oh, very fetching, Starsk,” Hutch responded, on cue.
“Feels weird,” Starsky commented.
“You get used to it,” Fraser replied.
As Starsky removed the Stetson he noticed something nestled inside the brim.
“Hey, cool. I guess it's useful if you can store stuff inside it, at least,” he said as he started to remove the contents.
Fraser suddenly looked uncomfortable, and Starsky ceased his movements, handing the hat back to the Mountie.
“Sorry. I get nosy, sometimes,” he said apologetically.
Quickly regaining his composure, Fraser responded, “Not at all. I'm sure your curious nature has served you well in your career in investigation. I know Ray's has. As have his instincts.”
“I'm not sure if that's a compliment,” Ray said.
“Oh, it is. Dief has been trying to convince me to trust my instincts more. Hence my impromptu trip to Chicago,” Fraser explained.
“Thanks, Dief,” Ray said, as he scratched the wolf's ears.
“Yes. Thank you Diefenbaker,” echoed Ben.
Deif looked back and forth between Ben and Ray, and then laid his head down, firmly, on Ray's foot.
Ben reached inside the Stetson, and pulled out what he had stashed in the brim.
He presented it to his partner as if for inspection.
Hey, isn't that the same as picture we saw sittin' on your desk?” Starsky asked.
Ray took a minute to consider what it meant. That Fraser had carried this photo with him as a remembrance of their time together. Even the way he handled the picture, as he handed it to him. With reverence. He knew, then, that Fraser had missed him as much as he had missed Fraser.
“Yep. That's the one. It's home,” Ray said.
And Fraser gave him that look. The same one he'd seen that day in hallway of the hospital. And that he swore he saw so often when they were on their adventure in the Yukon.
But, lately, he'd begun to think he'd imagined it. That Fraser could never feel that way about him. Couldn't love him, the way he, himself, loved the Mountie.
But here he was. Looking at him that way.
“Ray, I found that it is only home for me, now, if you are there. With me. That's why I'm here. To ask you, properly. To be my partner again. And forever. The Northwest Territories or Chicago, it matters not, which, to me.”
Ray found himself swooning now. Screw it. Maybe he was faint-hearted after all.
“I want to go home, Fraser. Will ya take me home, with you?”
“I'll take you wherever you want to go,” Fraser vowed. “I planned on seeing if they had an opening at the Consulate, so we could be together here in Chicago. I knew you were missing your home.”
“No. I think our home is up there,” Ray said pointing at the photo. “In Canada. You didn't give up your posting there didja?”
“I didn't want to do anything...permanent, until I discussed the matter with you, Ray.”
“Good. That's good,” Ray said feeling at peace. Like maybe, as Frannie had said, his wishes might just come true after all.
“Sounds like you'll be leaving Chicago, then, Ray,” Hutch said with a knowing smile.
“Looks like,” Ray agreed. “You guys wanna come with me to break it to Welsh tomorrow?” he added hopefully.
“I got news for ya, Ray. I don't think Harding is gonna be very surprised,” Starsky chuckled.
“Waddaya mean? 'Course he'll be surprised. As far as he knows I hate everything about Cananda,” Ray protested.
“Not everything,” corrected Hutch, with a nod towards Fraser, who flushed slightly. “He knows. Our Captain knew, about us, before we ever told him, right Starsk?”
“Well, yeah. The way you were always livin' in my back pocket, 'course he knew,” Starsky said smugly.
“The way I…? What about the way you were always mooning over me? Really Starsk. Subtlety has never been your strong suit,” Hutch said, but softened his words by grasping Starsky's hand and holding onto it possessively.
“I guess maybe you're right,” Ray said, after giving it some thought. He turned to Fraser and added, “I think Frannie might suspect somethin' too. And I think she's gonna be real happy about it. She knew how much I was missing you.”
“Again, I apologize for causing you any distress, Ray,” Ben began.
“Cut it out, Frase. We both made some mistakes, okay? The important thing is we got through it. As long as we're together and are honest with each other, it's gonna be good.” He took hold of Ben's hand and squeezed. “I promise.”
“Gentleman,” Fraser said in his sexy Mountie voice that Ray loved to hear. “I think a toast is in order,” he said as he raised his bottle of cider.
“What are we drinking to?” asked Hutch.
“To Canada,” stated Starsky, clinking his bottle against Fraser's.
“Canada,” Hutch joined the toasting and clinking.
“Yeah. To home,” said Ray, believing the words in his heart. He raised his bottle to the other three then brought it to his lips and took a long pull from his beer. After swallowing, he looked up and caught Ben looking at him with a totally new expression.
Oh. Wow. So that's what he looks like when he's turned on, he thought. The restaurant suddenly felt a lot warmer.
Their server appeared with several dinner selections, that the establishment knew Ray and Fraser were fond of, and the four men shared their meal, sampling much from each others’ plates. A practice that Ray had taught Ben to tolerate, and even enjoy, in the past year or so.
For his part, Ray barely tasted the food. He ate, because he knew Fraser would chide him about needing to keep weight on his slender frame if he didn’t. But his mind wasn’t on food. And, truthfully, as much as he liked Starsky and Hutch, he just wanted to get is partner somewhere where they could be alone.
Whether the Lieutenants from Bay City sensed this (and something told Ray, that they did) or not, they made pretty quick work of the meal. And they begged off on ordering dessert.
Though Hutch looked surprised when it was Starsky who patted his own belly saying, “Man, I’m stuffed. This was great, but I couldn’t eat another thing.”
“I think that’s my cue gentleman,” Hutch explained with a smile. “C’mon old man, I’ll take you back to the hotel and tuck you in. Just as soon as we settle the bill…”
“I’m afraid I must insist that you allow this to be my treat Lieuten- Hutch,” Ben said, barely correcting himself. “It was very pleasant to be able to share this evening with you both.”
“’Sides, I think Louie, here, is gonna pick up the tab. So don’t sweat it,” Ray added.
“Indeed,” Fraser agreed. “And I hope that you will consider visiting Ray and myself, once we’ve settled in our new home. We would enjoy the having an opportunity to acquaint you with the beauty that is Canada.”
Ray swallowed hard. The beauty that is Canada was right here, beaming at him with those gorgeous blue eyes.
“Hey, that sounds like a terrific idea,” Starsky enthused. Then appearing to give it more thought, he added, “I suppose you got bears up there in the Yukon Territory, hunh?”
“Yes, Starsky. There are bears in the Yukon as well as the Northwest Territories, which is where I hope Ray and I will find suitable living accommodations,” Fraser paused and smiled at Ray little shyly.
And how cute was that? thought Ray.
“But they rarely bother people in the more habited areas. I assure you you’ll be quite safe,” he said in the same, assured way he always did.
“I suppose between having a Mountie and my Sea Scout to protect me,” Starsky said as he nodded first at Fraser and then to Hutch, “I should be okay.” And he leaned companionably into Hutch’s shoulder.
“Ah. The Sea Scouts. An exemplary organization, Lieutenant Hutchinson. Where, may I ask, do you hail from, that you would have been a member of this fine company?” Fraser asked, in total earnest.
“Duluth, Minnesota,” Hutch said, sounding surprised that anyone had heard of the Sea Scouts.
“Ah. On the shores of Gitchigumi,” Fraser said appreciatively.
“Hunh?” Uttered Ray and Starsky at the same moment.
“The lake they call Superior,” Fraser clarified.
“You mean Lake Superior,” Ray added with a smile, as he remembered having a similar conversation about Lake Michigan with his partner, shortly after they met.
“Yes, Ray,” Fraser replied now, just as he had that day. “The lake they call Superior.”
“Yer still a freak, ya know that,” Ray told him.
“Understood,” Fraser said with a smile. Then added, “But, it would appear that I am your freak.”
“Ben. Ray,” Starsky said quietly, as if not wanting to intrude, “It’s been a pleasure meetin’ ya both. Here’s our contact information,” he said handing them a couple of his and Hutch’s business cards, as he extricated himself from the booth. On the back he had written their address and home phone number.
“We want to hear from you, once you’re settled,” Hutch said, following his partner in rising from the confines of the booth. “Let us know how you’re doing, and we’ll talk about arranging a visit.”
Dief raised himself to a sitting position as though to acknowledge the Lieutenants’ exit. Starsky bent down to look him in the eye and offered some parting advice.
“See what you can do about keeping these guys outta trouble, and we’re square on the donut thing. Capiche?”
Apparently, Dief had some basic understanding of the Italian phrase, as he gave an affirmative woof, and leaned his head into Starksy’s hand as he was given a farewell scratch on the ears.
“Hang on, and we’ll walk ya back to your hotel,” offered Ray.
Thankfully, Starsky and Hutch must have been sensitive to Ray’s increased desire to have some private time with Fraser as they politely, but firmly, declined.
“Actually, it’s pretty near by,” Hutch informed them.
“Yeah, and-no offense-but we’ve kinda been lookin for some alone time. So...” Starsky said with a waggle of his eyebrows.
“Say no more,” Ray said without hesitation. “It’s a safe neighborhood. Just stick to the main streets.”
“Thanks for the concern, detective. We’ll do that,” Hutch replied, even as he was being tugged along toward the exit by his partner.
“Don’t forget to write…or call. We mean that!” Starsky called to Ray and Ben just before he and Hutch headed out the door.
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Ray was getting nervous as he and Fraser neared his apartment. He thought he sensed similar feelings in his partner. But he didn’t let it bother him. He was confident that Fraser was just feeling the same first-time butterflies that he, himself, was.
When Ray opened the door, Dief scrambled in ahead of him and Fraser, and quickly settled down in his favorite spot under the table, near the kitchen.
Turning his back on his partner, to secure the deadbolt on the door, Ray was trying to think of just the right thing to say. This moment felt pretty important, and he figured they’d both remember it for a long time. And he wanted to find a way to tell Fraser how much he meant to him. How much he loved him.
“…Ray. Ray. Ray. RAY.”
From the sound of it, Fraser had been trying to get his attention for a while.
Ray turned and smiled at Ben. And the smile he received in return practically melted him. Literally melted him. So maybe, the words themselves weren’t that important after all. In that smile, Ray could tell that Fraser knew exactly what was in his heart.
“Woolgathering, Ray?” Fraser asked gently.
“Sorta’,” he admitted.
“Ray, perhaps we should discuss-“
Ray didn’t hear what Fraser said next because he had been intent on just watching the way his mouth moved. Forming those long drawn out vowel sounds, the way he did. Ablaze in the orange glow of the chili pepper lights, which were the only source of illumination in the apartment, at the moment. And he knew he just had to do something.
On instinct, Ray raised his index finger to Ben’s lips to silence him. Fraser didn’t seem to object.
“We can talk all you want…later,” Ray said just above a whisper. “But right now I wanna…”
Ray leaned in and closed his eyes just before their lips touched.
And it was like Ray was finally breathing again, for the first time since leaving Fraser back in Canada. Fraser brought his arms around Ray, completely enveloping him in the embrace, then moved his head slightly and deepened the kiss.
And moaned a little in the back of his throat.
Ray had always enjoyed kissing. But this was more than kissing. This was…connecting. Emotionally, spiritually…whatever you wanted to call it. Their souls had been together for some time, although they hadn’t acknowledged it, and this was, finally, a physical manifestation of that bond.
Soul mates. Ray had heard the term. But he hadn’t thought it would ever apply to him. I mean, who would want to be saddled with a skinny-ass cop who had experimental hair.
Ray realized that Fraser had pulled back, slightly, and was assessing him.
“Ray, you must know…I mean you have the right to know. This is a commitment for me. Forever. You know I wouldn’t say that lightly.” Fraser kissed him, softly, almost chastely, before continuing. “But I would appreciate knowing whether you feel something of the same.”
And Ray realized that Fraser was feeling insecure. Like he was actually afraid that Ray might not love him the same. How crazy was that? Seriously. Had the guy not seen himself. He considered asking him if they didn’t have mirrors in Canada.
But then he realized it was more than that. Sure everybody could see that Fraser was as handsome a man as the Good Lord had ever created. But not many people took the time to get to know him. Really know him. And all of his quirks and his tendency to ramble about everything under the sun. His loyal and true heart. His devotion to duty and to the people he cared about.
And maybe Fraser did need to hear the words after all. He deserved at least that much.
“Frase, I don’t know what I did to deserve ya, but you can be sure I feel the same. More, even,” he assured him.
“It couldn’t possibly be more than the love I feel for you, Ray,” Fraser said.
“Yeah? Well, I wouldn’t bet on that. But let’s call it a draw, okay?” Then, realizing he still hadn’t said it in so many words, he added, “I love you, Fraser. Better than I’ve ever loved anybody, my whole life. I want to be with you, forever. Think ya can handle that?”
“I can certainly try, Ray,” Fraser declared, before leaning in to kiss him more passionately.
Ray felt himself pushed up against the kitchen counter. In a move that would’ve impressed the most seasoned aficionado of porn films, Ray managed to hoist himself up on the counter without breaking the kiss. He then wrapped his powerful legs around the Mountie’s waist and, by tightening them, succeeded in drawing him even closer.
Greatness.
With seeming reluctance, Fraser drew his face away once again.
“Ray, may I ask you something?” he said in that quasi-formal tone that was second nature to him.
“Ya don’t gotta be so proper when we’re makin’ love Frase,” Ray chuffed a little. “In fact, I think I’d like it if ya weren’t. If ya get my drift. By the way, the answer is ‘yes’.”
Fraser took just a moment to swallow before he said, “Noted. However my request is not of a romantic or sexual nature.”
Ray didn’t make a move to release Fraser from the vise-like grip in which his thighs were holding him. But he did sigh, resigned to the fact that sex with the Mountie - while great - would always be a unique experience.
“So shoot,” he said with smile.
“I would very much like it if we could bring these lights,” he said as he reached a hand over Ray’s shoulder to touch the string of chili peppers, “To display in our new home.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes, Ray. I have always been fond of the sense of whimsy they provide,” Fraser said with his usual sincerity.
“Sheah. Whimsy. You are such a freak,” Ray said as he brought his hand up to stroke Ben’s cheek with the back of his fingers.
“So you’ve said,” Fraser leaned into Ray’s caressing fingers, then brought his own hand up to gently clasp those digits and place a kiss on his palm, causing Ray’s breath to catch in his throat.
“Yeah, but you’re my freak. Sign it. Dot it. Stick in a box marked done. Mine,” Ray said decisively.
“I’m glad you feel that way. So I can take that as a ‘yes’ to the question of the lights.” The solemnity of Fraser’s voice belied the seemingly frivolous nature of the topic at hand.
“Yes,” Ray kissed one side of Fraser mouth. “Yes,” he moved to the other side repeating the gesture.
Fraser’s hands moved to capture either side of Ray’s face, and he tilted his head slightly and sealed their mouths together in another, perfect, kiss. Like buddy breathing, only way better.
This time, it was Ray who moaned a little, as he pulled back.
“Excellent,” Fraser’s voice had a husky, sexy tone that Ray knew he wanted to hear more often. A lot more often. “I believe you also indicated in the affirmative to another, unspoken, question.”
God Ray loved this guy. This crazy Mountie. And his crazy-sexy way of talking.
“C’mon, Frase. Bedroom’s dat way,” Ray said releasing Fraser from his leg-hold, turning him by the shoulders and giving him a slight push as he jumped down from the counter. “Pitter-patter.”
Part 1 Found Here: http://granderobino.livejournal.com/7851.html