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ds_recsredux2007-04-10 06:49 pm
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Title: From Afar
Author:TrueEnough
Pairing:F/K
Rating:"R with NC-17 aspirations" Author's rating
Length:Nicely long
Why I'm reccing this fic:Truthfully, one of the most poetic and moving dS stories I've read. Sicky!Fraser is a fairly small part of the story but is just one more way we get to see the love between two amazingly crafted characters. The relationship between Fraser and Ray is optimistic without being overtly romantic. The author claims to be first time and unbetaed. Of that I am deeply suspicious because the emotional journey is simply masterful.
Monday morning I sat up in bed and threw off the covers. I was uncomfortably hot and tugged at the cold, soaking wet long johns I was wearing. Sweat soaked my hair, rolling down my face and collecting at the base of my throat. Agitated, I tugged again at my clothes, the buttons slipping from my fingers.
Ray staggered into the bedroom from the bathroom looking disheveled and half awake. “Okay, okay. I got you.”
As he quickly unbuttoned me he asked, “Do these come with zippers?”
I answered him seriously, “No, I don’t believe so.”
From Afar
Author:TrueEnough
Pairing:F/K
Rating:"R with NC-17 aspirations" Author's rating
Length:Nicely long
Why I'm reccing this fic:Truthfully, one of the most poetic and moving dS stories I've read. Sicky!Fraser is a fairly small part of the story but is just one more way we get to see the love between two amazingly crafted characters. The relationship between Fraser and Ray is optimistic without being overtly romantic. The author claims to be first time and unbetaed. Of that I am deeply suspicious because the emotional journey is simply masterful.
Monday morning I sat up in bed and threw off the covers. I was uncomfortably hot and tugged at the cold, soaking wet long johns I was wearing. Sweat soaked my hair, rolling down my face and collecting at the base of my throat. Agitated, I tugged again at my clothes, the buttons slipping from my fingers.
Ray staggered into the bedroom from the bathroom looking disheveled and half awake. “Okay, okay. I got you.”
As he quickly unbuttoned me he asked, “Do these come with zippers?”
I answered him seriously, “No, I don’t believe so.”
From Afar
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