[Maybe. Okay, so he needs to steer away from the suggestions and requests, he forgot about that, but he's not exactly expert in this field either. It's something many couples try in the bedroom from time to time, but often done without any true sincerity.
He's just got to get his mind in the right place. Start up the bad cop act rather than the awkward friend act he's got at the moment. Ray can do bad cop. He's made for bad cop.
While watching Fraser from a few feet away (not that the office would allow for much more space anyway) Ray takes a few steady breaths, locking his jaw as he nods along to Fraser's positioning.]
Yeah. Yeah, that's good.
[He can do this. This is a walk in the park. A piece of cake.
Exhaling heavily he shakes his head, mentally kicking himself into gear. A thud indicates him dropping his gun on the desk top, leaving him with leather holster, badge and, more importantly handcuffs. It only takes a few steps to approach, and then he's casually swinging one leg up onto the couch, shifting himself so that he's got one knee either side of Fraser's flanks, sitting his weight onto the Mounties lower back.]
New game. It's called 'Keep the Mountie quiet'. You behave and you get nice things, you get too loud and you get the opposite, yeah?
[There's a rattle of metal as he jingles the handcuffs just into Fraser's line of sight, and then he's leaning over and on top of his partner to reach for a wrist, latching one cuff on before stretching to repeat the process, cuffing his hands in front of him to give him some manoeuvrability. While leant over he keeps his mouth close to Fraser's ear, breathing quietly as he arranges. And then he speaks, low and steady.] Hands for support only. Touch yourself or me and it'll hurt.
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He's just got to get his mind in the right place. Start up the bad cop act rather than the awkward friend act he's got at the moment. Ray can do bad cop. He's made for bad cop.
While watching Fraser from a few feet away (not that the office would allow for much more space anyway) Ray takes a few steady breaths, locking his jaw as he nods along to Fraser's positioning.]
Yeah. Yeah, that's good.
[He can do this. This is a walk in the park. A piece of cake.
Exhaling heavily he shakes his head, mentally kicking himself into gear. A thud indicates him dropping his gun on the desk top, leaving him with leather holster, badge and, more importantly handcuffs. It only takes a few steps to approach, and then he's casually swinging one leg up onto the couch, shifting himself so that he's got one knee either side of Fraser's flanks, sitting his weight onto the Mounties lower back.]
New game. It's called 'Keep the Mountie quiet'. You behave and you get nice things, you get too loud and you get the opposite, yeah?
[There's a rattle of metal as he jingles the handcuffs just into Fraser's line of sight, and then he's leaning over and on top of his partner to reach for a wrist, latching one cuff on before stretching to repeat the process, cuffing his hands in front of him to give him some manoeuvrability. While leant over he keeps his mouth close to Fraser's ear, breathing quietly as he arranges. And then he speaks, low and steady.] Hands for support only. Touch yourself or me and it'll hurt.