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ds_recsreduxTitle: "Haven"
Author: Aristide and Mairead Triste
Pairing: F/K
Rating: NC-17. VERY NC-17
Length: Long
Why I'm reccing this fic: Oh, God. Well, for one, it's Aristide. She is amazing. This is a juicy long fic, so good to bite into and chew on for a cold winter evening. It's beautiful - the writing pulls you in, and twists and turns you. Ray nearly dies on the adventure, and Fraser nurses him back to health. And it's a lot more complicated than that, somehow, and it has a wonderful Ray voice, and absolutely vivid Fraser. The fic keeps you on the edge for such a long time, and then it just lets go, and it's beautiful, simply gorgeous. And the blowjob? Is the HOTTEST blowjob I have ever read. Just. Nnnnrgh.
By the time Ray got out of the tub, he could have joined a freakshow as The Amazing Prune-Man. He dried off carefully, slathered on a fresh layer of Fraser's stinky salve, and got into a clean pair of longjohns that Fraser had left out for him--clean, which meant that Fraser had, what, scrubbed them out by hand? Jeez. "You know, Fraser," he said as he hobbled out of the alcove, "you're a great cop, but if you ever decided to give it up and start a career as a housewife you'd probably get some kinda medal."
Fraser raised an eyebrow, but didn't miss a beat stirring sauce. Dief sat next to his feet, all attentive and ready to help out with any accidental spills. "I don't believe there's an order of merit for domestic labor, Ray; although undoubtedly there should be." He paused, stirring and looking thoughtful, then turned back to Ray. "Also, I think that the popular ideation of this as 'women's work' is not only a fallacy, but a serious disservice to those who strive to be accomplished and content in their chosen field based on their abilities and inclinations, rather than blind obedience to the construct of their particular gender."
Ray grinned. He couldn't help it. "Okay, wow. So who told you that? Turnbull?"
"My Grandmother, actually."
"Smart lady, huh?"
"Well, yes she was, Ray. Very smart. Also quite stubborn, strong, independent, opinionated, forthright, active, pragmatic, and possessed of a nearly terrifying amount of integrity."
"Uh-huh. So your Grandpa was..."
"Very quiet. Perhaps a bit overshadowed, but honestly, he never seemed to mind."
"Well, yeah. Who would?"
Fraser eyed him. "Sarcasm, Ray?"
Ray eyed him back. "Hah. You forget who I was married to, Fraser?"
"Ah. I see."
Haven
Author: Aristide and Mairead Triste
Pairing: F/K
Rating: NC-17. VERY NC-17
Length: Long
Why I'm reccing this fic: Oh, God. Well, for one, it's Aristide. She is amazing. This is a juicy long fic, so good to bite into and chew on for a cold winter evening. It's beautiful - the writing pulls you in, and twists and turns you. Ray nearly dies on the adventure, and Fraser nurses him back to health. And it's a lot more complicated than that, somehow, and it has a wonderful Ray voice, and absolutely vivid Fraser. The fic keeps you on the edge for such a long time, and then it just lets go, and it's beautiful, simply gorgeous. And the blowjob? Is the HOTTEST blowjob I have ever read. Just. Nnnnrgh.
By the time Ray got out of the tub, he could have joined a freakshow as The Amazing Prune-Man. He dried off carefully, slathered on a fresh layer of Fraser's stinky salve, and got into a clean pair of longjohns that Fraser had left out for him--clean, which meant that Fraser had, what, scrubbed them out by hand? Jeez. "You know, Fraser," he said as he hobbled out of the alcove, "you're a great cop, but if you ever decided to give it up and start a career as a housewife you'd probably get some kinda medal."
Fraser raised an eyebrow, but didn't miss a beat stirring sauce. Dief sat next to his feet, all attentive and ready to help out with any accidental spills. "I don't believe there's an order of merit for domestic labor, Ray; although undoubtedly there should be." He paused, stirring and looking thoughtful, then turned back to Ray. "Also, I think that the popular ideation of this as 'women's work' is not only a fallacy, but a serious disservice to those who strive to be accomplished and content in their chosen field based on their abilities and inclinations, rather than blind obedience to the construct of their particular gender."
Ray grinned. He couldn't help it. "Okay, wow. So who told you that? Turnbull?"
"My Grandmother, actually."
"Smart lady, huh?"
"Well, yes she was, Ray. Very smart. Also quite stubborn, strong, independent, opinionated, forthright, active, pragmatic, and possessed of a nearly terrifying amount of integrity."
"Uh-huh. So your Grandpa was..."
"Very quiet. Perhaps a bit overshadowed, but honestly, he never seemed to mind."
"Well, yeah. Who would?"
Fraser eyed him. "Sarcasm, Ray?"
Ray eyed him back. "Hah. You forget who I was married to, Fraser?"
"Ah. I see."
Haven
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