[ It was good--an excellent start. If everything was as simple as lying down on the couch he'd do just fine. It's just that Fraser doesn't realize how entirely on edge he is until Ray's gun thuds on the table, indicating he's leaving it behind. There's no rattle of leather on wood following it, after all, to suggest he was just shaking it out for some other nefarious purpose.
Yes; all in all a good start.
Tense, listening to Ray's breathing and his footsteps, he tried to force himself to relax. There were moments when relaxing was the best kind of readiness, and moments for struggling, and Ray clambering across his back wasn't something he had to fight. Nevermind the particular advantage it gave his partner already, Fraser had to admit that it wasn't exactly the most unpleasant position either; the heat and weight of Ray's body held great promise.
So did the new game, if only because it seemed to hold much the same risk as Fraser's. There was every possibility he wouldn't be able to adhere to the rules, even with his usual ability to put his head down and follow them no matter what.
...
Okay but apart from the constant transgressions and disobeying direct orders and threatening to quit entirely when he didn't get his way. Apart from all that.
But that was beside the point; the point being, of course, that Ray's bad cop routine - he even recognized it for what it was - was one hell of a lot better than Fraser's tough love version. This was why cage rattling was usually left to Ray, and it was why this whole plan was going to work.
Ah--handcuffs. Something in Fraser wanted to point out that there was something very sordid about using tools that they worked with, used to confine criminals, in a situation like this. Then it caught up with him from years ago, the club, twenty pairs of cuffs dangled in his face at once...sordid was the point. Puzzle solved at last. And if Ray was playing bad cop, and Fraser was the one in custody...
He actually opened his mouth to reply, closed it again, and offered Ray the slightest affirmative nod, tilting his face just enough to the side that he could see Ray looming out of the corner of his eye. The slight testing of the length of the handcuff links meant he would test his boundaries, and his stillness thereafter indicated that he understood how serious the repercussions for doing so might be. ]
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Yes; all in all a good start.
Tense, listening to Ray's breathing and his footsteps, he tried to force himself to relax. There were moments when relaxing was the best kind of readiness, and moments for struggling, and Ray clambering across his back wasn't something he had to fight. Nevermind the particular advantage it gave his partner already, Fraser had to admit that it wasn't exactly the most unpleasant position either; the heat and weight of Ray's body held great promise.
So did the new game, if only because it seemed to hold much the same risk as Fraser's. There was every possibility he wouldn't be able to adhere to the rules, even with his usual ability to put his head down and follow them no matter what.
...
Okay but apart from the constant transgressions and disobeying direct orders and threatening to quit entirely when he didn't get his way. Apart from all that.
But that was beside the point; the point being, of course, that Ray's bad cop routine - he even recognized it for what it was - was one hell of a lot better than Fraser's tough love version. This was why cage rattling was usually left to Ray, and it was why this whole plan was going to work.
Ah--handcuffs. Something in Fraser wanted to point out that there was something very sordid about using tools that they worked with, used to confine criminals, in a situation like this. Then it caught up with him from years ago, the club, twenty pairs of cuffs dangled in his face at once...sordid was the point. Puzzle solved at last. And if Ray was playing bad cop, and Fraser was the one in custody...
He actually opened his mouth to reply, closed it again, and offered Ray the slightest affirmative nod, tilting his face just enough to the side that he could see Ray looming out of the corner of his eye. The slight testing of the length of the handcuff links meant he would test his boundaries, and his stillness thereafter indicated that he understood how serious the repercussions for doing so might be. ]