Ready Steady Go
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Title: Ready Steady Go
Author:
sprat
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: R
Length: 1900 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Oh my god, this kiss? Scorchingly hot and nngh people are watching but they just forget because of the holy crap we're kissing! thing. And it's got the undercover in an alternative kind of bar thing going on, too.
The room was suddenly crowded with curious performers of all varieties--tall men in leather hoods; women in lingerie, in cat suits and harnesses and a variety of uniforms; several people of indeterminate gender wearing nun's habits and priest's collars; cheerleaders, boy scouts, librarians and doctors. "Everyone," said Mistress Asha, "These are the new boys. Constable Mike, there, is our new Mountie." She waved a hand at me and I tipped my hat.
"And his friend Billy is going to take Rob's place as the human footstool." Ray scowled at the floor between his feet. I poked him.
Mistress Asha smiled at her staff. "You all be nice, now," she told them. "You remember what it was like to be new."
I half-stood, then, expecting the introductions to be over with, but everyone was still looking at us expectantly, and Mistress Asha hadn't moved. I sank back uncertainly.
"One last thing," Mistress Asha said, her eyes on Ray and I again. "A little ritual we have here at the Thorn. You can think of it as a rite of initiation, if you like, but it's also our own little way of being sure that you're...on the right side of the law, if you know what I mean." She smiled, lowering her eyelids a little. The gathered performers were utterly silent, all eyes trained on the two of us.
At my side, Ray had gone tense as a springboard, every muscle ready for a fight. "What kind of ritual?"
"Well," Mistress Asha said, "Nothing too complicated. You make out for a couple of minutes, and the rest of us get to watch." She smiled again, flirtation and challenge in the same half-lidded gaze. "We call it Two Minutes In Heaven, our own little version of the game--it's shorter because, you know. We're trying to make a living, here."
Ready Steady Go
Author:
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Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: R
Length: 1900 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Oh my god, this kiss? Scorchingly hot and nngh people are watching but they just forget because of the holy crap we're kissing! thing. And it's got the undercover in an alternative kind of bar thing going on, too.
The room was suddenly crowded with curious performers of all varieties--tall men in leather hoods; women in lingerie, in cat suits and harnesses and a variety of uniforms; several people of indeterminate gender wearing nun's habits and priest's collars; cheerleaders, boy scouts, librarians and doctors. "Everyone," said Mistress Asha, "These are the new boys. Constable Mike, there, is our new Mountie." She waved a hand at me and I tipped my hat.
"And his friend Billy is going to take Rob's place as the human footstool." Ray scowled at the floor between his feet. I poked him.
Mistress Asha smiled at her staff. "You all be nice, now," she told them. "You remember what it was like to be new."
I half-stood, then, expecting the introductions to be over with, but everyone was still looking at us expectantly, and Mistress Asha hadn't moved. I sank back uncertainly.
"One last thing," Mistress Asha said, her eyes on Ray and I again. "A little ritual we have here at the Thorn. You can think of it as a rite of initiation, if you like, but it's also our own little way of being sure that you're...on the right side of the law, if you know what I mean." She smiled, lowering her eyelids a little. The gathered performers were utterly silent, all eyes trained on the two of us.
At my side, Ray had gone tense as a springboard, every muscle ready for a fight. "What kind of ritual?"
"Well," Mistress Asha said, "Nothing too complicated. You make out for a couple of minutes, and the rest of us get to watch." She smiled again, flirtation and challenge in the same half-lidded gaze. "We call it Two Minutes In Heaven, our own little version of the game--it's shorter because, you know. We're trying to make a living, here."
Ready Steady Go
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Date: 2007-01-25 12:55 am (UTC)Also, why isn't your icon animated to show the next bit where Ray CLEARLY licks Fraser's neck?
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Date: 2007-01-25 12:57 am (UTC)And it's all about the UST, baby, sorry.