[The downtime they briefly have together is enough for Ray to at least attempt to catch his breath and absorb the whole scenario. With the heavy weight of Fraser collapsed on him, the slickness of sweat covering his entire body and the sticky reminder against his stomach, it's difficult to really persuade himself that nothing happened.
This happened. It happened hard and fast and with a consuming lust that had them both grinding against each other without concern for the consequences. Or at least Ray's mind hadn't been dwelling much on that worry.
He looks back up at Fraser's stare, blinking sluggishly as he tries to take in what he sees. The ruffled, flushed appearance of a usually prim Mountie far too endearing and he reflects just how attractive Benton actually is. Ray wants to mention it. Wants to mention something about what they've just experience, try and put something into words that wouldn't sound completely stupid.
A sharp inhale signals his intention to speak, but he's quickly interrupted by a knock on the door, Turnbull's voice breaking through the wood dividing them. Both Ray and Fraser look to each other, but Ray soon gets the general idea that it's left to him. Hardly fair. But at least Ray's a little more confident in his own voice.]
We're fine, Turnbull. Go away. [Sharp, warning, like he really doesn't want them disturbed.]
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This happened. It happened hard and fast and with a consuming lust that had them both grinding against each other without concern for the consequences. Or at least Ray's mind hadn't been dwelling much on that worry.
He looks back up at Fraser's stare, blinking sluggishly as he tries to take in what he sees. The ruffled, flushed appearance of a usually prim Mountie far too endearing and he reflects just how attractive Benton actually is. Ray wants to mention it. Wants to mention something about what they've just experience, try and put something into words that wouldn't sound completely stupid.
A sharp inhale signals his intention to speak, but he's quickly interrupted by a knock on the door, Turnbull's voice breaking through the wood dividing them. Both Ray and Fraser look to each other, but Ray soon gets the general idea that it's left to him. Hardly fair. But at least Ray's a little more confident in his own voice.]
We're fine, Turnbull. Go away. [Sharp, warning, like he really doesn't want them disturbed.]