[ He's going to be scrubbing this room for days isn't he? At least the computer is still on the desk, even if the mouse and keyboard had long since disappeared over the precipice. ]
Mmm.
[ It's assent as much as it is thoughtful. Now that they've rushed all the way through, Fraser is intent on drawing out the details that he'd missed before, and while he has certainly smelled Ray's hair before, the texture of it against his face is a totally different kind of intoxication. His hand, second and third finger only, measures Ray's clavicle by touch, commits its dimensions to his memory.
The thing that Ray is missing in his assessment, of course - other than self confidence perhaps - is faith in just how deeply Fraser loves. It's all encompassing love, the drowning type, the kind where occasionally no-one gets out alive when all they wanted in the first place was to dip their toe. Deep; Dangerous; Suffocating; like the Mariana Trench.
Pulling his head back, brushing an almost helpless kiss to Ray's shoulder, Fraser halted his exploration for long enough to reach up and test the damage to his lip, already swollen. At the very least, he thought, maybe a bruised lip would add to their disguise.
And then his eyes flicker up, and he sees his partner, and something bright pinpricks in Fraser's expression, a smile that's mostly in his eyes. Ray is smiling, and Fraser remembers at once the grin from earlier - that fantastic grin - and perhaps a half dozen of the other shapes Ray's mouth had made in between. There was nothing to feel so apprehensive about, was there? If this had really been wrong, then something before now would have stopped them; Ray would have rolled away abruptly when the jeopardy got too high, or Fraser's strict sense of procedure would have kicked in just in time to stop things getting out of hand. ]
You distracted me.
[ What with the falling apart when Fraser made him, how dare he? ]
yeah wow so literate, much stick hand
Mmm.
[ It's assent as much as it is thoughtful. Now that they've rushed all the way through, Fraser is intent on drawing out the details that he'd missed before, and while he has certainly smelled Ray's hair before, the texture of it against his face is a totally different kind of intoxication. His hand, second and third finger only, measures Ray's clavicle by touch, commits its dimensions to his memory.
The thing that Ray is missing in his assessment, of course - other than self confidence perhaps - is faith in just how deeply Fraser loves. It's all encompassing love, the drowning type, the kind where occasionally no-one gets out alive when all they wanted in the first place was to dip their toe. Deep; Dangerous; Suffocating; like the Mariana Trench.
Pulling his head back, brushing an almost helpless kiss to Ray's shoulder, Fraser halted his exploration for long enough to reach up and test the damage to his lip, already swollen. At the very least, he thought, maybe a bruised lip would add to their disguise.
And then his eyes flicker up, and he sees his partner, and something bright pinpricks in Fraser's expression, a smile that's mostly in his eyes. Ray is smiling, and Fraser remembers at once the grin from earlier - that fantastic grin - and perhaps a half dozen of the other shapes Ray's mouth had made in between. There was nothing to feel so apprehensive about, was there? If this had really been wrong, then something before now would have stopped them; Ray would have rolled away abruptly when the jeopardy got too high, or Fraser's strict sense of procedure would have kicked in just in time to stop things getting out of hand. ]
You distracted me.
[ What with the falling apart when Fraser made him, how dare he? ]