[The order comes out sharp. Sharp enough to have Ray halting mid squirm, frozen to the spot with one arm twisted awkwardly half out of a sleeve as he stares at Fraser with a light frown of questioning. At first he wonders if something happened, if perhaps there was an urgent need for Ray to keep his jacket on, or for him to stop squirming for fear of breaking something, but when nothing further comes for some time, he's just left there guessing, unmoving.
And then he gets it, a sudden realisation as Fraser sits back that the halting was part of it all. Part of this 'practice' they had going on. Communication was important, he considers, as is doing as he's told, but that may be a little more difficult. Ray's not used to getting permission for things, especially not dressing or undressing himself.]
Fraser-- [He starts with an eye roll as the verbal 'order' comes but catches himself the moment the name leaves his lips. It's either this or him trying to give the orders and he's not really sure what the better choice is right now. So he'll play along, the pause they've had bringing back some of that cockiness as he starts up his actions again. With the added space he's now got he can arch himself upwards and easily allow the garment to slip from his shoulders and down his back. The gun holster at his shoulder is snapped off quickly, dropped aside easily and then his hands drift down the flat of his own torso, crossing over one another as he reaches the hem of his t-shirt. And then he pauses, head tilted downwards as his eyes flick up to Fraser, all blue eyed and sultry as his lips curl up into a roguish little smile, mischievous and cocky and only broken by him tugging the shirt upwards and off, ruffling his hair on the way.]
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And then he gets it, a sudden realisation as Fraser sits back that the halting was part of it all. Part of this 'practice' they had going on. Communication was important, he considers, as is doing as he's told, but that may be a little more difficult. Ray's not used to getting permission for things, especially not dressing or undressing himself.]
Fraser-- [He starts with an eye roll as the verbal 'order' comes but catches himself the moment the name leaves his lips. It's either this or him trying to give the orders and he's not really sure what the better choice is right now. So he'll play along, the pause they've had bringing back some of that cockiness as he starts up his actions again. With the added space he's now got he can arch himself upwards and easily allow the garment to slip from his shoulders and down his back. The gun holster at his shoulder is snapped off quickly, dropped aside easily and then his hands drift down the flat of his own torso, crossing over one another as he reaches the hem of his t-shirt. And then he pauses, head tilted downwards as his eyes flick up to Fraser, all blue eyed and sultry as his lips curl up into a roguish little smile, mischievous and cocky and only broken by him tugging the shirt upwards and off, ruffling his hair on the way.]