Benton Fraser | Due South

[dogsled]

BENTON FRASER。

"You know, Fraser, when they offered me this assignment, they made it sound kind of normal. They say, 'Hey, Ray, here's a chance to start over, ditch the past.' 'What's the catch?' I say. 'Oh, your partner's Canadian.' Canadian? I got nothing against Canadians, except for the time when they won the World Series, which I'm willing to overlook. But at no time did they say, 'you'll be working with a Mountie who's got a wolf that's a florist'"

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[kickem]

[Ray hadn't even thought about the noise level, didn't really have the level of brain function to even care about it. If they were to be interrupted once again he'd rely entirely on Fraser. And if Fraser didn't deliver, he didn't even care about being caught with his literal pants down.

And relying is exactly what he was doing, able to invest so much trust in Fraser that he knew he could count on the Mountie for anything. They'd been through too much together for either of them think otherwise. Life saving was virtually a daily occurrence for them and together they were practically unstoppable. Perhaps this recent development wasn't quite the natural progression of their friendship, but it felt right, no matter what doubts Ray may have shared at the start.

It's impossible to deny Fraser, especially when he's like this, still somehow maintaining a level of endearing innocence even when looking like that, all sultry eyed and suggestive tongue gestures. It's quite the talent. Ray doesn't even fight the movement, allowing the shift of his legs while he makes a vague attempt to at least help lift them, although the moment he's got his back flat out on the couch he's melting, puddle-like, one arm draped off the edge, knuckles against the floor. He welcomes Fraser settling in against him, using what minimal energy he has to get that other arm wrapping around his partner and keeping him close.

As they settle he merely offers a satisfied hum, murmuring something that might have been some version of 'night', eyes drifting shut as he does so.]