[ He should be appalled with himself for being willing to throw in his responsibilities and rush off for sex in the middle of the day, but the circumstances are very different to anything he's quite prepared himself for. It's not like he planned this. It wasn't like he had any practice, either. Oh, he'd gotten horny at work before...in the middle of a blizzard with an incredible woman in his arms. But it wasn't like this, and it wasn't Ray, and he hadn't wanted anything so much in his life.
He'd take precautionary measures next time.
Because they hadn't... They'd teased each other ever since waking up, and now Fraser was a goddamn violin string pulled too tight, and any second now all it would take was another turn of the key to snap him in half. He huffed, irritably, looking down at his hands, and could tell as surely as Ray did in the moment before he pulled away that they were pushing it. His partner wasn't exactly a man of renowned self restraint either.
But he licked his lips, and something sparkling and almost cheeky slipped into his expression. ]
A Mountie begs you to take him home and make love to him, and all you can think about is work? I think I probably should be insulted.
[ But since Fraser was already half standing, all he did was straighten the rest of the way up, looking over at the mirror and bringing his hands up to pat his hair back into place, correcting his wonky lanyard and then stepping forward. He opened the door, startling Dewey on the other side of it where he'd been reaching for the handle. ]
I'll have Francesca run his priors and known associates, and we can ask Diane on the way downstairs to cross reference suicides with them once she's done. [ He licked his lips. ] It'll take at least the rest of lunch, so long as you don't demand to stay for seconds.
[ Oh, Fraser knew what he was talking about. And the pretending to act natural slightly-too-many-people suddenly walking down the corridor knew what he was talking about too. He crooked a finger at Ray, heading for the bull pen. ]
Detective Dewey.
[ He was awful. It was a wonder anyone put up with him. ]
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He'd take precautionary measures next time.
Because they hadn't... They'd teased each other ever since waking up, and now Fraser was a goddamn violin string pulled too tight, and any second now all it would take was another turn of the key to snap him in half. He huffed, irritably, looking down at his hands, and could tell as surely as Ray did in the moment before he pulled away that they were pushing it. His partner wasn't exactly a man of renowned self restraint either.
But he licked his lips, and something sparkling and almost cheeky slipped into his expression. ]
A Mountie begs you to take him home and make love to him, and all you can think about is work? I think I probably should be insulted.
[ But since Fraser was already half standing, all he did was straighten the rest of the way up, looking over at the mirror and bringing his hands up to pat his hair back into place, correcting his wonky lanyard and then stepping forward. He opened the door, startling Dewey on the other side of it where he'd been reaching for the handle. ]
I'll have Francesca run his priors and known associates, and we can ask Diane on the way downstairs to cross reference suicides with them once she's done. [ He licked his lips. ] It'll take at least the rest of lunch, so long as you don't demand to stay for seconds.
[ Oh, Fraser knew what he was talking about. And the pretending to act natural slightly-too-many-people suddenly walking down the corridor knew what he was talking about too. He crooked a finger at Ray, heading for the bull pen. ]
Detective Dewey.
[ He was awful. It was a wonder anyone put up with him. ]