[ He's a terrible human being, and yet Fraser is gratuitous with it. Yes, Ray jerks down on the brakes so hard that his shoulder near slams into the dashboard, the seatbelt jerking him back at the last second awkwardly, but even though he gets well dislodged in the process, he only barely sits back, doesn't turn off the hungry eyes that linger smokily on Ray's as his partner turns toward him.
There was no traffic behind them, no, but here they were illegally parked in the middle of the street, one minute and seventeen seconds from home--no, make that one minute thirty one; the GTO would have to accelerate back to full speed, after all. Illegally parked, and yet Fraser was exuding challenge like a caribou squaring itself off against another buck. He licked his lips deliberately. ]
Promise?
[ But that's a police sedan pulling onto the stretch of road two blocks behind them, and Fraser pulls back into his seat reluctantly, settling down like a good passenger, and raises his eyes toward the road ahead as though to say 'let's go'. He knows he's being infuriating, knows he's winding Ray up, but for once it's the point rather than something he'd been doing unconsciously.
Maybe that was what made him so damn efficient at it. He reached up and tapped the rearview mirror, just in case his partner hadn't noticed the police car. If he spun the wheels when they took off, they'd end up stopped at the side of the road having a conversation with uniform - which would add another nine and a half minutes to their journey time - and Fraser thought: nine and a half minutes? If he had to wait even half that long there would be hell to pay.
That wasn't to say he didn't fidget, but he kept his eyes pointed ahead over the stetson on the dash and tried not to pour out such nauseating waves of urgency. Tried. ]
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There was no traffic behind them, no, but here they were illegally parked in the middle of the street, one minute and seventeen seconds from home--no, make that one minute thirty one; the GTO would have to accelerate back to full speed, after all. Illegally parked, and yet Fraser was exuding challenge like a caribou squaring itself off against another buck. He licked his lips deliberately. ]
Promise?
[ But that's a police sedan pulling onto the stretch of road two blocks behind them, and Fraser pulls back into his seat reluctantly, settling down like a good passenger, and raises his eyes toward the road ahead as though to say 'let's go'. He knows he's being infuriating, knows he's winding Ray up, but for once it's the point rather than something he'd been doing unconsciously.
Maybe that was what made him so damn efficient at it. He reached up and tapped the rearview mirror, just in case his partner hadn't noticed the police car. If he spun the wheels when they took off, they'd end up stopped at the side of the road having a conversation with uniform - which would add another nine and a half minutes to their journey time - and Fraser thought: nine and a half minutes? If he had to wait even half that long there would be hell to pay.
That wasn't to say he didn't fidget, but he kept his eyes pointed ahead over the stetson on the dash and tried not to pour out such nauseating waves of urgency. Tried. ]