[There's that look on Fraser's features as he eventually turns back to Ray. That look. Ray's not exactly sure what that look is but there's that tenseness that he supposes he's not meant to be seeing, all tight jawed and lightly furrowed brow that to most would appear nothing more than usual for Benton. But Ray's not most people. He can read his partner well enough to know something is going on in that head of his even by the vaguest of stares. Something was always going on in that head of Fraser's, after all, Ray just had to work out what.
Undoubtedly it had to do with the two of them together, dancing together, being more than buddies together. Maybe Fraser needed time to think it over, or maybe he just needed time to work out what Ray was getting at. Ray wasn't quite sure what he was getting at himself. He'd thought this was about buddies, partners, friends, pals, but while they're like this, pressed against each other and working with one another's rhythm, Kowalski can't help but be reminded of Stella. Or not of Stella specifically, but that feeling he got from being around her. That feeling of support and encouragement, of warmth and intimacy and being able to take on the world with her at his side. This wasn't Stella, but it was the same feeling welling up in his chest, and boy, wasn't that just a little fucked up? Maybe losing Stella today had made a bigger impact than he'd thought for.
But then there's Fraser at his chest, working with that bow tie and buttons and giving Ray that extra bit of air in this far too suffocating entranceway, and it wasn't the first time the Mountie had helped him in or out of clothes but it sure did feel like that tiny gesture had something more behind it. Perhaps Stanley was just reading too much into this. He might be over thinking and seeing a simple gesture of aiding buddies as something more. Weddings really were a mind fuck.]
Heh, yeah. Don't think I had much of a rep to start with anyway.
[All at once he becomes distantly aware that they'd stopped dancing, that they were now just stood there, staring into each others eyes, still pressed close into one another and a hand rested at Ray's chest, and if people didn't think the two of them were up to anything before now, they sure would if they saw this. And yet Ray doesn't move. He can't move, like any slight shift will somehow break this moment and have them separating for the rest of the evening. His gaze only briefly flickers between them, dropping just long enough to visually register their position before snapping straight back to Fraser. He can't help the smile tugging at his lips or the awkward, huffing chuckle that escapes his throat. He's not even sure he can help the slight tilt of his head, or him leaning in closer, much closer--]
Let them look.
[-- too close as he breathes out against Fraser's lips...]
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Undoubtedly it had to do with the two of them together, dancing together, being more than buddies together. Maybe Fraser needed time to think it over, or maybe he just needed time to work out what Ray was getting at. Ray wasn't quite sure what he was getting at himself. He'd thought this was about buddies, partners, friends, pals, but while they're like this, pressed against each other and working with one another's rhythm, Kowalski can't help but be reminded of Stella. Or not of Stella specifically, but that feeling he got from being around her. That feeling of support and encouragement, of warmth and intimacy and being able to take on the world with her at his side. This wasn't Stella, but it was the same feeling welling up in his chest, and boy, wasn't that just a little fucked up? Maybe losing Stella today had made a bigger impact than he'd thought for.
But then there's Fraser at his chest, working with that bow tie and buttons and giving Ray that extra bit of air in this far too suffocating entranceway, and it wasn't the first time the Mountie had helped him in or out of clothes but it sure did feel like that tiny gesture had something more behind it. Perhaps Stanley was just reading too much into this. He might be over thinking and seeing a simple gesture of aiding buddies as something more. Weddings really were a mind fuck.]
Heh, yeah. Don't think I had much of a rep to start with anyway.
[All at once he becomes distantly aware that they'd stopped dancing, that they were now just stood there, staring into each others eyes, still pressed close into one another and a hand rested at Ray's chest, and if people didn't think the two of them were up to anything before now, they sure would if they saw this. And yet Ray doesn't move. He can't move, like any slight shift will somehow break this moment and have them separating for the rest of the evening. His gaze only briefly flickers between them, dropping just long enough to visually register their position before snapping straight back to Fraser. He can't help the smile tugging at his lips or the awkward, huffing chuckle that escapes his throat. He's not even sure he can help the slight tilt of his head, or him leaning in closer, much closer--]
Let them look.
[-- too close as he breathes out against Fraser's lips...]