[ It wasn't altogether clear what had made him so happy. The declaration of his being a freak, or the fact that Ray said it so possessively and with such affection that it was the equivalent of his saying "I love you too, Fraser" without actually doing so. Translating Rayspeak was important sometimes too; sometimes it didn't come out in pure English, was gently transformed or manipulated so as to better protect the speaker. This was one of those moments.
Or maybe his little "Mmm" was a sound of contentment where Ray's tongue dashed against his lips. Maybe it was a thoughtful "Mmm" that had more to do with what Fraser intended to do now that he'd been baited so beautifully.
Maybe it was all those things and more, a little nod of confirmation to the invitation that was their own happy ever after. No more Ray or Stella or Florida; but they had each other and that worked for them in a way that was closer to perfect than either of them had ever had.
For right now, it could just be the kiss. Ray's concerns had been addressed, and he was inviting Fraser back in. This moment was the one they'd been chasing up to, where wild desperate kisses in semi-public spaces finally gave way to time alone. Where they could kiss, and put their hands all over each other and let it build into whatever it wanted to become without reservation--restrained only perhaps by whatever Ray would let him have.
He slid half up into Ray's lap as he kissed him, tipping his weight forward, sliding his mouth firmly against Ray's and letting their tongues catch and slide and grind against each other. Desire stoked for the night like a fire, Fraser sought out the heat of his partner's mouth like he was coming in from a blizzard, longing for the safety and comfort of the familiar, but willing to draw it out for as long as they both could stand.
He was really kissing Ray, he thought again, with contentment this time. With the understanding that this wasn't going to go away--at least not for so long as Fraser held on as tightly as he could. Now they'd passed those barriers he could kiss Ray whenever he liked, could be kissed whenever Ray elected to do so. Their lives had changed, even if it was just in that simple physical way, and Fraser couldn't help but think it was for the better.
He felt loved. He loved. This was what living was really about.
He tried to guide Ray down on the couch without really forcing the matter, his free hand sliding up across his partner's side again, drawing his tongue back with such languid grace as to invite Ray to take his mouth in turn. It was give and take with Fraser--it hadn't always been that way. Ray had made him that way. ]
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[ It wasn't altogether clear what had made him so happy. The declaration of his being a freak, or the fact that Ray said it so possessively and with such affection that it was the equivalent of his saying "I love you too, Fraser" without actually doing so. Translating Rayspeak was important sometimes too; sometimes it didn't come out in pure English, was gently transformed or manipulated so as to better protect the speaker. This was one of those moments.
Or maybe his little "Mmm" was a sound of contentment where Ray's tongue dashed against his lips. Maybe it was a thoughtful "Mmm" that had more to do with what Fraser intended to do now that he'd been baited so beautifully.
Maybe it was all those things and more, a little nod of confirmation to the invitation that was their own happy ever after. No more Ray or Stella or Florida; but they had each other and that worked for them in a way that was closer to perfect than either of them had ever had.
For right now, it could just be the kiss. Ray's concerns had been addressed, and he was inviting Fraser back in. This moment was the one they'd been chasing up to, where wild desperate kisses in semi-public spaces finally gave way to time alone. Where they could kiss, and put their hands all over each other and let it build into whatever it wanted to become without reservation--restrained only perhaps by whatever Ray would let him have.
He slid half up into Ray's lap as he kissed him, tipping his weight forward, sliding his mouth firmly against Ray's and letting their tongues catch and slide and grind against each other. Desire stoked for the night like a fire, Fraser sought out the heat of his partner's mouth like he was coming in from a blizzard, longing for the safety and comfort of the familiar, but willing to draw it out for as long as they both could stand.
He was really kissing Ray, he thought again, with contentment this time. With the understanding that this wasn't going to go away--at least not for so long as Fraser held on as tightly as he could. Now they'd passed those barriers he could kiss Ray whenever he liked, could be kissed whenever Ray elected to do so. Their lives had changed, even if it was just in that simple physical way, and Fraser couldn't help but think it was for the better.
He felt loved. He loved. This was what living was really about.
He tried to guide Ray down on the couch without really forcing the matter, his free hand sliding up across his partner's side again, drawing his tongue back with such languid grace as to invite Ray to take his mouth in turn. It was give and take with Fraser--it hadn't always been that way. Ray had made him that way. ]