[Even after he pulls away Ray can still feel the warmth of Fraser on his fingertips, burning into him. It's not even remotely the first time they've come into contact with one another, but this just feels different. This isn't two cop partners doing their normal duties, this is locked in a room with a topless Mountie trying to work out the finer points of dominance.
Usually he'd be glad to shut Fraser up for even a few minutes, but this willing silence is somehow discomforting, as if all he needs right now is the verbal approval that he just can't get.
Ray's tempted to bail out, to step back and walk away, but just as he's considering turning tail he sees the shift of Fraser's hand. Before he has time to think on it there's lips on his, soft and somehow reassuring and yet thankfully brief, his eyes slip shut for those few lingering seconds but other than that Ray doesn't react. Isn't really sure how to react beyond blinking back at Fraser after it's over, lips slightly parted. There's a logical part of him (yes, logic) that tells him how very, very bad this all is, and yet the other half would just as happily fall back into that kiss and against the supporting hand.
When he does eventually think of a reply it's with a quiet, dry voice.] ... I don't know if I can, uh.
[He's not even sure what it is he can't do. A lot of things, really.]
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Usually he'd be glad to shut Fraser up for even a few minutes, but this willing silence is somehow discomforting, as if all he needs right now is the verbal approval that he just can't get.
Ray's tempted to bail out, to step back and walk away, but just as he's considering turning tail he sees the shift of Fraser's hand. Before he has time to think on it there's lips on his, soft and somehow reassuring and yet thankfully brief, his eyes slip shut for those few lingering seconds but other than that Ray doesn't react. Isn't really sure how to react beyond blinking back at Fraser after it's over, lips slightly parted. There's a logical part of him (yes, logic) that tells him how very, very bad this all is, and yet the other half would just as happily fall back into that kiss and against the supporting hand.
When he does eventually think of a reply it's with a quiet, dry voice.] ... I don't know if I can, uh.
[He's not even sure what it is he can't do. A lot of things, really.]