Favorite Things, Crackers
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ds_recsreduxTitle: Favorite Things
Author: Viridian5
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 3200 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: This is my all-time favorite sick!Ray fic. Ray is feverish, disoriented, easily distracted, and horny. After falling asleep on the couch, Fraser becomes his oh-so-innocent victim. Don't forget to read the author's note at the end for an extra dose of fabulousness.
Ray smiled. "I liked the white string against the red long johns. Very Christmas-like."
"It’s October."
"Christmas season starts earlier every year, ya know? But red woolen Mounties all tied up with string is always one of my favorite things."
"What do you intend to do with me?" Ben knew where he hoped this would go. Selfishness again. Ray was far too ill and fevered for that.
Ray’s smile had a wicked edge. "Well, I shouldn’t open Christmas presents ‘til Christmas."
Ben unconsciously started to struggle harder and had to stop himself. "That’s more than two months away."
Ray ran a long-fingered hand through his sweat-damp hair. "Mmm. Didn’t think about it that far. I’m gonna get an orange juice pop and get back to you." Ray wandered off to the kitchen. "I’m starting to like the stinging pain they give me in my throat. That might be a bad thing; I dunno," he called once he arrived.
Favorite Things
Title: Crackers
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
omphale23
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: G
Length: two snippets, 300 words each
Why I'm reccing this fic: Ray is sick and has Very Specific nutritional needs. Fraser is forced into shopping duty. Funny, adorable, wry, and very in character. Omphale just wrote these (using her own sickliness as inspiration) and I did beta duty. We should all be so inspired when feeling lousy.
Ray’s drifting back into this weird dream about being a tree person when somebody reaches under the blankets to touch his forehead. He smacks at the hand, but doesn’t manage to protest with more than a half-hearted “nnrgh.”
When he pries his eyes open, Fraser’s standing there looking worried and earnest and healthy.
Ray hates him.
Crackers
Author: Viridian5
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 3200 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: This is my all-time favorite sick!Ray fic. Ray is feverish, disoriented, easily distracted, and horny. After falling asleep on the couch, Fraser becomes his oh-so-innocent victim. Don't forget to read the author's note at the end for an extra dose of fabulousness.
Ray smiled. "I liked the white string against the red long johns. Very Christmas-like."
"It’s October."
"Christmas season starts earlier every year, ya know? But red woolen Mounties all tied up with string is always one of my favorite things."
"What do you intend to do with me?" Ben knew where he hoped this would go. Selfishness again. Ray was far too ill and fevered for that.
Ray’s smile had a wicked edge. "Well, I shouldn’t open Christmas presents ‘til Christmas."
Ben unconsciously started to struggle harder and had to stop himself. "That’s more than two months away."
Ray ran a long-fingered hand through his sweat-damp hair. "Mmm. Didn’t think about it that far. I’m gonna get an orange juice pop and get back to you." Ray wandered off to the kitchen. "I’m starting to like the stinging pain they give me in my throat. That might be a bad thing; I dunno," he called once he arrived.
Favorite Things
Title: Crackers
Author:
omphale23Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: G
Length: two snippets, 300 words each
Why I'm reccing this fic: Ray is sick and has Very Specific nutritional needs. Fraser is forced into shopping duty. Funny, adorable, wry, and very in character. Omphale just wrote these (using her own sickliness as inspiration) and I did beta duty. We should all be so inspired when feeling lousy.
Ray’s drifting back into this weird dream about being a tree person when somebody reaches under the blankets to touch his forehead. He smacks at the hand, but doesn’t manage to protest with more than a half-hearted “nnrgh.”
When he pries his eyes open, Fraser’s standing there looking worried and earnest and healthy.
Ray hates him.
Crackers
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