[Fraser had been right when, some time ago, he'd suggested Ray still might shoot him. The talk of Stella really isn't endearing Ray to him right now, especially not after being in her arms only hours ago, and the temptation of shooting the Mountie between his legs does suddenly sound appealing. Maybe a punch would be a little less extreme and involve less clean up.
Or maybe none of the above other than a slight narrowing of his eyes and a soft curl of his upper lip like he's keen to show his annoyance but can't quite distract himself from those thumbs. This wasn't blind groping to try and stop him slamming on the brake, this was deliberate touches with hands that appear surprisingly adept at it. Who'd have thought blushing virgin Fraser knew how to touch up like a pro. If Ray could just close his eyes and forget it was the Mountie for a second, he might even be able to get into it. Not that he had any issues with Fraser, except... it was Fraser. Handsome and ridiculously endearing or not, this was still his working partner. His male working partner.
Not to mention Ray's still getting mixed signals here. Even despite the soothing hands and his crouched partner closing into his personal space, he's hearing what he doesn't want to hear about Stella and words like inadequate being thrown out there. Context or not, Ray takes the defensive, quickly snatching for the wrist of that creeping right hand and grabbing tightly, locking his gaze on Fraser.]
Is this some kinda joke to you, Fraser? 'Hardeharhar, look at Ray, he can't even get laid with his own wife, he must be real fuckin' desperate'? C'mon, don't be an asshole. I oughta sock you.
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Or maybe none of the above other than a slight narrowing of his eyes and a soft curl of his upper lip like he's keen to show his annoyance but can't quite distract himself from those thumbs. This wasn't blind groping to try and stop him slamming on the brake, this was deliberate touches with hands that appear surprisingly adept at it. Who'd have thought blushing virgin Fraser knew how to touch up like a pro. If Ray could just close his eyes and forget it was the Mountie for a second, he might even be able to get into it. Not that he had any issues with Fraser, except... it was Fraser. Handsome and ridiculously endearing or not, this was still his working partner. His male working partner.
Not to mention Ray's still getting mixed signals here. Even despite the soothing hands and his crouched partner closing into his personal space, he's hearing what he doesn't want to hear about Stella and words like inadequate being thrown out there. Context or not, Ray takes the defensive, quickly snatching for the wrist of that creeping right hand and grabbing tightly, locking his gaze on Fraser.]
Is this some kinda joke to you, Fraser? 'Hardeharhar, look at Ray, he can't even get laid with his own wife, he must be real fuckin' desperate'? C'mon, don't be an asshole. I oughta sock you.