Sunday Mornings
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Title: Sunday Mornings
Author:
brooklinegirl
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski/Vecchio
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: It's got happy, domestic, F/K/V! I love the tone of the story: kind of slow, unwinding rhythm that feels like a Sunday morning. And, oh yeah, hot as hell sex. Kowalski being pinned down by Vecchio while Fraser is, um, busy elsewhere....oh, wow. It makes my toes curl every time I read it.
Ray figured he had enough adrenaline in his system to not need the caffeine so much, and he gave in easily, lying back on the bed with his hands crossed behind his head, lifting one eyebrow at Fraser.
Fraser leaned over his body, close enough that Ray could smell the fresh, clean scent of him, to take the cup of coffee out of Vecchio's hand. "Hey," Vecchio protested. "I wasn't done with -"
Fraser, still leaning across Ray, cut off Vecchio's protestations with a kiss, deep, with tongue, Ray could see it from where he was. He groaned, quietly, but kept his hands behind his head, his body tensing up, Fraser supporting himself with his arms on the bed, his chest close enough that Ray's belly brushed up against it every time he took a breath.
Fraser pulled back, his lips shiny and his breath coming a little fast. Vecchio just lay back looking breathless and pleased. "That's a nice way to wake up."
Sunday Mornings
Author:
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Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski/Vecchio
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: It's got happy, domestic, F/K/V! I love the tone of the story: kind of slow, unwinding rhythm that feels like a Sunday morning. And, oh yeah, hot as hell sex. Kowalski being pinned down by Vecchio while Fraser is, um, busy elsewhere....oh, wow. It makes my toes curl every time I read it.
Ray figured he had enough adrenaline in his system to not need the caffeine so much, and he gave in easily, lying back on the bed with his hands crossed behind his head, lifting one eyebrow at Fraser.
Fraser leaned over his body, close enough that Ray could smell the fresh, clean scent of him, to take the cup of coffee out of Vecchio's hand. "Hey," Vecchio protested. "I wasn't done with -"
Fraser, still leaning across Ray, cut off Vecchio's protestations with a kiss, deep, with tongue, Ray could see it from where he was. He groaned, quietly, but kept his hands behind his head, his body tensing up, Fraser supporting himself with his arms on the bed, his chest close enough that Ray's belly brushed up against it every time he took a breath.
Fraser pulled back, his lips shiny and his breath coming a little fast. Vecchio just lay back looking breathless and pleased. "That's a nice way to wake up."
Sunday Mornings
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Date: 2006-11-08 07:59 pm (UTC)50,000 words of threesome fic sounds like the best thing in the WORLD. YAY!