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ds_recsredux2006-10-17 09:48 am
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I love you without knowing how
Title: I love you without knowing how
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china_shop
Pairing F/K
Rating: PG13
Length 10K
Why I'm reccing this fic: This is Fraser talking to Ray. Fraser's language is precise, but not stilted - he's dealing with emotions, he doesn't want to be misunderstood. Second person point of view is hard, but this is brilliant. Also? Wonderful F/K kisses!
I came up behind you, uncertain whether you’d welcome contact in this mood, and recklessly slid my arms about your waist, pulling your resisting back against me, enjoying the newly-familiar heat of you. “All right, how about you give me my present in kisses.”
“That’s stupid,” you said, but by now you were distracted by the sensations of my hands on your stomach and chest, by the strength of my embrace. You weren’t fighting so hard.
“It’s what I want,” I murmured in your ear, meaning every word. “An hour. Give me an hour of kisses.” Your body quivered at the words, and your head fell sideways revealing a long stretch of neck, and that was the end of that conversation.
Author:
china_shopPairing F/K
Rating: PG13
Length 10K
Why I'm reccing this fic: This is Fraser talking to Ray. Fraser's language is precise, but not stilted - he's dealing with emotions, he doesn't want to be misunderstood. Second person point of view is hard, but this is brilliant. Also? Wonderful F/K kisses!
I came up behind you, uncertain whether you’d welcome contact in this mood, and recklessly slid my arms about your waist, pulling your resisting back against me, enjoying the newly-familiar heat of you. “All right, how about you give me my present in kisses.”
“That’s stupid,” you said, but by now you were distracted by the sensations of my hands on your stomach and chest, by the strength of my embrace. You weren’t fighting so hard.
“It’s what I want,” I murmured in your ear, meaning every word. “An hour. Give me an hour of kisses.” Your body quivered at the words, and your head fell sideways revealing a long stretch of neck, and that was the end of that conversation.