For a moment it seemed like Kowalski would change his mind, realise that he was betraying some sacred tenet of being a good partner and back off Fraser before anything could happen. And Ray would understand if he did, after all Stanley had to stay his partner even after Ray was long gone. Their working relationship depended on so much more than this.
And there were other good reasons to stop, like they were in a police station. Oh, who cared! If nobody noticed a dead man in an interview room for twelve hours, they weren't going to make much out of the room being occupied by other such rulebreaking.
Rulebreaking. Hah.
He drank in the sight of Kowalski leaning in, once the decision he was warring with (and losing) was made. Ray hadn't been sure he was going to do it, hadn't been sure he'd actually do it until he'd seen Fraser hesitate, words catching in his throat. After that... How could anyone resist him, even if they knew better? Those moist, slightly parted, Mountie lips were too perfect; they begged to be kissed.
Stanley wasn't going to let this moment, this beautiful impossible wet dream of a moment slip him by. This was it. His shot. He'd lean in and kiss Fraser, and if it was too wild for him it'd all end there. Maybe it wouldn't. So he did what he could to reassure, just as Stanley closed the gap, Ray stepped in that last half an inch until his chest bumped against Fraser's, and let his own mouth whisper kisses against his jaw. His arms encircled him, strong and sure and comforting, hands staying high out of the way of Fraser's, one curling against Stanley's shoulder and the other smoothing into the meticulously cropped hair at the back of his neck, the palm of his hand against his throat.
Come on, he urged Fraser. Let it go, let it go, let it go. Just relax, leave everything to us. Let Stanley know it's okay. ]
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For a moment it seemed like Kowalski would change his mind, realise that he was betraying some sacred tenet of being a good partner and back off Fraser before anything could happen. And Ray would understand if he did, after all Stanley had to stay his partner even after Ray was long gone. Their working relationship depended on so much more than this.
And there were other good reasons to stop, like they were in a police station. Oh, who cared! If nobody noticed a dead man in an interview room for twelve hours, they weren't going to make much out of the room being occupied by other such rulebreaking.
Rulebreaking. Hah.
He drank in the sight of Kowalski leaning in, once the decision he was warring with (and losing) was made. Ray hadn't been sure he was going to do it, hadn't been sure he'd actually do it until he'd seen Fraser hesitate, words catching in his throat. After that... How could anyone resist him, even if they knew better? Those moist, slightly parted, Mountie lips were too perfect; they begged to be kissed.
Stanley wasn't going to let this moment, this beautiful impossible wet dream of a moment slip him by. This was it. His shot. He'd lean in and kiss Fraser, and if it was too wild for him it'd all end there. Maybe it wouldn't. So he did what he could to reassure, just as Stanley closed the gap, Ray stepped in that last half an inch until his chest bumped against Fraser's, and let his own mouth whisper kisses against his jaw. His arms encircled him, strong and sure and comforting, hands staying high out of the way of Fraser's, one curling against Stanley's shoulder and the other smoothing into the meticulously cropped hair at the back of his neck, the palm of his hand against his throat.
Come on, he urged Fraser. Let it go, let it go, let it go. Just relax, leave everything to us. Let Stanley know it's okay. ]