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pacifi_cantFandom: Due South
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Length: ~1800 words
Rating: PG-13-ish? *very* light R?
“Do you really think this is the appropriate time?”
“Well, no, Ray. For one thing, I doubt your mother would appreciate being woken up at 2:30 am,” Fraser replied.
Ray shifted in the bed and settled his head on Fraser’s shoulder. “I was speaking generally, Fraser.”
“Oh. Well.” Fraser began caressing the back of Ray’s head as he thought of a moment. “But she is your mother, Ray. She has a right to know. Besides, she’s a very perceptive woman. I’m sure she’s already figured out something. Wouldn’t you rather she heard the truth from you than falsehoods from someone else?”
“Fraser –” Ray pleaded.
But Fraser continued, “Ray, you and I were very close for two years before you abruptly left to go undercover. When you came back two years later, you were hardly here before you and Stella married and moved to Florida. Then, not even a year later, you had moved back here and she stayed in Florida. You and I fell into our old routine, with a few… new developments, and in the past year, we’ve spent practically every day, and most nights, together. I think it’s time you told her we’re together. At the very least, you’ll no longer feel obligated to sneak home before she wakes up.”
“Yeah, because she’ll have kicked me out! And will you quit stroking my head? I can’t think when you do that and I always end up giving in.”
“Sorry, Ray,” Fraser replied sheepishly, moving his hand to cup Ray’s shoulder.
After a long moment, Ray asked, “Fraser? Are you still awake?”
“Yes, Ray,” Fraser replied.
“I’m gonna do it, Benny. I’m gonna tell Ma about us in the morning. And you’re coming with me.”
“Gladly, Ray.”
In the morning, Ray woke with a start. After a long moment, he realized nothing was wrong and he slumped back down against Fraser.
“’Kay, Ray?” Fraser asked sleepily.
“Fine, Benny,” Ray replied. “Go back to sleep.”
Fraser’s breathing evened out again, but Ray couldn’t fall back asleep. His mind was suddenly too wound up with possible outcomes of telling his mother to relax. He buried his nose in Fraser’s shoulder and let the scent calm him.
“Stop thinking, Ray,” Fraser said, sounding more awake. “It’ll be fine.”
“Says you,” Ray replied petulantly. “You don’t come from a big, Italian, Catholic family.”
Fraser turned so he was facing Ray. “No, but I do know your mother. And I believe she loves you too much to let something like this stop her from loving you.”
“No matter what happens, I love you. You know that, right?”
“Of course I do, Ray – as I love you. But nothing bad is going to happen.”
Ray narrowed his eyes at Fraser. “Do you swear?”
“I don’t see how –”
“*Do* you swear?” Ray repeated.
“Of course. We should go, if we want to get there in time for breakfast.”
Ray’s eyes narrowed, but he shook it off with a laugh. “I’m not even going to ask.”
He leaned in and kissed Fraser softly and Fraser smiled against Ray’s lips before kissing him back.
“Good morning, Ma,” Ray called as they entered the house.
“Raymond! Where have you been?” his mother asked, appearing in the kitchen doorway.
“I, um, I spent the night over at Fraser’s,” Ray replied, jerking a thumb over his shoulder at Fraser, who was taking off his Stetson, as they headed towards the kitchen. “We got done late and I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Good morning, Mrs. Vecchio,” Fraser said.
“Good morning, Benton,” she replied with a smile. “And after all the noise you kids put me through, I could sleep through practically anything. Come on, you’re just in time for breakfast.”
After they helped set the table and Mrs. Vecchio cooked some food for Fraser (even though he insisted there was already enough made), the three sat down at the table. Ray shifted uncomfortably in his seat before glancing at Fraser, who gave him an encouraging smile.
“Ma, I need to tell you something,” he said. “I, uh, I – I…” He trailed off and looked at Fraser and shook his head once.
“You can do it, Ray,” Fraser told him gently.
Mrs. Vecchio watched them both closely, but said nothing as she took a sip of coffee.
Ray felt the panic rise inside of him, his body tensing to flee. “No, Fraser.”
“*Ray*,” Fraser replied calmly, looking him straight in the eye. “You can do this.”
Ray nervously ran his hand over the back of his head before looking back at his mother. “Ma, IthinkI’mgayandFraserandIaretogether,” he said in a rush before looking down at his plate and wishing the floor would open up and swallow him whole.
“I know,” she answered calmly.
“You *know*?” he asked, looking at her in disbelief.
“Of course,” she said, taking a bite of sausage. “A mother knows these things.”
“You – how could – what?”
“It’s easy to see how much you two care for each other. And when you’ve been in love as long as I was, you’ll see it in others too. I would’ve had to be pretty stupid not to see it. And I think your going to Florida was you running scared.”
“So you’re not mad?” Ray asked incredulously.
“Why would I be mad?” she asked, perplexed. “You and Benton have something special that should be celebrated.”
“But I thought that – you know – we’re both guys.”
“And? If God hadn’t wanted you to have these feelings, you wouldn’t have had them.” She looked between the two of them. “What the two of you have is something most people never find. So, when are you going to make honest men out of each other?”
“I don’t think that’s possible, Ma,” Ray told her.
“Like that’s stopped either of you before. Now eat your breakfast before it gets cold.”
“This is insane, Benny! I can’t believe she’s expecting us to get married!” Ray exclaimed as he took off his shirt.
“As you’ve said 300 other times this week, Ray,” Fraser replied tiredly as he settled into bed.
“Really? That many?” Ray asked, momentarily distracted.
“Actually, it was 387. I was –”
“The *point* is, Fraser, that she’s expecting the impossible from us! Have you ever heard of two men – or two women – getting married here in Chicago? Or anywhere in the U.S. for that matter?”
“Well, I’m sure that some of the indigenous peoples – like the Inuit tribes – celebrate same-sex unions, such as with the Two-Spirits –”
Ray flopped down onto the bed. “Please, no Inuit stories tonight. It’s not the Mountie distraction I had in mind.”
Fraser propped himself up on an elbow and teased the skin beneath the hem of Ray’s undershirt with his other hand. “Oh? And what sort of distraction did you have in mind, Ray?”
“Something along these lines,” Ray replied, his breath catching slightly. “I want to forget the impossible task my mother has set before us.”
“I think I know *exactly* what you need,” Fraser murmured against Ray’s lips as his hand advanced underneath Ray’s shirt.
“Do you really think this is the appropriate time?” Fraser asked doubtfully as he glanced at the expectant faces of Ray’s family, then back to Ray.
“Yes, Benny, I do,” Ray replied from where he was kneeling next to Fraser’s chair. “Would you do me the honor of becoming my life partner?”
“Ray, I don’t –” Fraser started and Ray glared at him. “Yes, Ray, I accept,” he finished with a shy smile.
Ray grinned and slipped the slim gold band onto Fraser’s finger. Ray got back into his seat and reached for the other ring in the box. Fraser snatched it up before he could and slid to one knee and took Ray’s hand.
“Fraser, what are you doing?” Ray asked in exasperation.
“It’s only fair, Ray,” Fraser replied. “Raymond Vecchio, would you allow me the honor of becoming my partner for the rest of our lives?”
“Yes, Benny,” Ray answered softly. Fraser slipped the matching band onto Ray’s finger.
“Kiss! Kiss!” Frannie called from the other end of the table as Fraser retook his seat.
Fraser blushed as Ray glared at her, then leaned in and quickly kissed Fraser on the lips, to applause and good natured ribbing from the rest of the family.
“Now you two can help me clean up,” Mrs. Vecchio said, still beaming at her son and his new partner. Ray groaned as they both complied. “Thank you both,” she said once they had cleared everything into the kitchen and kissed them both on the cheek. “You’ve made an old woman very happy. Just remember to be good to each other and you’ll be happy.”
“We’ll do our best, Mrs. Vecchio,” Fraser answered with a smile.
“Please, Benton, call me Ma or Angelica,” she told him. “I can’t believe he’s been this formal this long,” she commented to Ray.
“Yeah, well, you know Benny,” Ray replied with fond smile and look at Fraser. “He’s a rare bird.”
“Now, I thought we had an agreement,” she said sternly as she handed Fraser a dishtowel and Ray a washrag.
“I thought we had agreed we would let your mother know of our change in plans prior to actually *doing* anything,” Fraser admonished as he locked the door.
“We did agree,” Ray conceded as they began getting ready for bed. “But then I realized that if we did, she would have started adjusting her plans accordingly. You do remember why we changed what we were doing, right? Taffeta and tulips ringing any bells?” He climbed into bed. “At least we covered the important parts – not only was she was able to hear about the proposal she was able to witness it, she got to see the wedding, and food and family were present. She’ll get over the rest of it. She’s already had enough of it with the rest of the family, and she still has Frannie’s to look forward to.”
Fraser eyed Ray skeptically before sighing and getting into bed as well. He turned off the bedside lamp and spooned against Ray’s back, pulling him close. Over Ray’s shoulder, Fraser examined his own ring in the street light coming through the window. Ray took Fraser’s hand in his and gently played with the ring, the light glinting off of his ring as well.
“It’s really real, isn’t it?” he asked softly.
“It really is, Ray,” Fraser replied just as softly, before kissing the base of Ray’s neck. “So, lover, partner, husband, how would you like to spend our wedding night?”
Ray turned in his arms and grinned. “Oh, I have a few ideas.”
He cupped the back of Fraser’s head and kissed him deeply. Fraser’s left hand slid beneath the waistband of Ray’s boxers and cupped his ass, pulling them flush together and Ray threw his leg over Fraser’s hip.
Fraser pulled back and said, “Just what I had in mind,” before nibbling Ray’s ear.
******
For exbex. #11, Fraser/Vecchio – "Do you really think this is the appropriate time?" no NC-17, R is fine
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Length: ~1800 words
Rating: PG-13-ish? *very* light R?
“Do you really think this is the appropriate time?”
“Well, no, Ray. For one thing, I doubt your mother would appreciate being woken up at 2:30 am,” Fraser replied.
Ray shifted in the bed and settled his head on Fraser’s shoulder. “I was speaking generally, Fraser.”
“Oh. Well.” Fraser began caressing the back of Ray’s head as he thought of a moment. “But she is your mother, Ray. She has a right to know. Besides, she’s a very perceptive woman. I’m sure she’s already figured out something. Wouldn’t you rather she heard the truth from you than falsehoods from someone else?”
“Fraser –” Ray pleaded.
But Fraser continued, “Ray, you and I were very close for two years before you abruptly left to go undercover. When you came back two years later, you were hardly here before you and Stella married and moved to Florida. Then, not even a year later, you had moved back here and she stayed in Florida. You and I fell into our old routine, with a few… new developments, and in the past year, we’ve spent practically every day, and most nights, together. I think it’s time you told her we’re together. At the very least, you’ll no longer feel obligated to sneak home before she wakes up.”
“Yeah, because she’ll have kicked me out! And will you quit stroking my head? I can’t think when you do that and I always end up giving in.”
“Sorry, Ray,” Fraser replied sheepishly, moving his hand to cup Ray’s shoulder.
After a long moment, Ray asked, “Fraser? Are you still awake?”
“Yes, Ray,” Fraser replied.
“I’m gonna do it, Benny. I’m gonna tell Ma about us in the morning. And you’re coming with me.”
“Gladly, Ray.”
In the morning, Ray woke with a start. After a long moment, he realized nothing was wrong and he slumped back down against Fraser.
“’Kay, Ray?” Fraser asked sleepily.
“Fine, Benny,” Ray replied. “Go back to sleep.”
Fraser’s breathing evened out again, but Ray couldn’t fall back asleep. His mind was suddenly too wound up with possible outcomes of telling his mother to relax. He buried his nose in Fraser’s shoulder and let the scent calm him.
“Stop thinking, Ray,” Fraser said, sounding more awake. “It’ll be fine.”
“Says you,” Ray replied petulantly. “You don’t come from a big, Italian, Catholic family.”
Fraser turned so he was facing Ray. “No, but I do know your mother. And I believe she loves you too much to let something like this stop her from loving you.”
“No matter what happens, I love you. You know that, right?”
“Of course I do, Ray – as I love you. But nothing bad is going to happen.”
Ray narrowed his eyes at Fraser. “Do you swear?”
“I don’t see how –”
“*Do* you swear?” Ray repeated.
“Of course. We should go, if we want to get there in time for breakfast.”
Ray’s eyes narrowed, but he shook it off with a laugh. “I’m not even going to ask.”
He leaned in and kissed Fraser softly and Fraser smiled against Ray’s lips before kissing him back.
“Good morning, Ma,” Ray called as they entered the house.
“Raymond! Where have you been?” his mother asked, appearing in the kitchen doorway.
“I, um, I spent the night over at Fraser’s,” Ray replied, jerking a thumb over his shoulder at Fraser, who was taking off his Stetson, as they headed towards the kitchen. “We got done late and I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Good morning, Mrs. Vecchio,” Fraser said.
“Good morning, Benton,” she replied with a smile. “And after all the noise you kids put me through, I could sleep through practically anything. Come on, you’re just in time for breakfast.”
After they helped set the table and Mrs. Vecchio cooked some food for Fraser (even though he insisted there was already enough made), the three sat down at the table. Ray shifted uncomfortably in his seat before glancing at Fraser, who gave him an encouraging smile.
“Ma, I need to tell you something,” he said. “I, uh, I – I…” He trailed off and looked at Fraser and shook his head once.
“You can do it, Ray,” Fraser told him gently.
Mrs. Vecchio watched them both closely, but said nothing as she took a sip of coffee.
Ray felt the panic rise inside of him, his body tensing to flee. “No, Fraser.”
“*Ray*,” Fraser replied calmly, looking him straight in the eye. “You can do this.”
Ray nervously ran his hand over the back of his head before looking back at his mother. “Ma, IthinkI’mgayandFraserandIaretogether,” he said in a rush before looking down at his plate and wishing the floor would open up and swallow him whole.
“I know,” she answered calmly.
“You *know*?” he asked, looking at her in disbelief.
“Of course,” she said, taking a bite of sausage. “A mother knows these things.”
“You – how could – what?”
“It’s easy to see how much you two care for each other. And when you’ve been in love as long as I was, you’ll see it in others too. I would’ve had to be pretty stupid not to see it. And I think your going to Florida was you running scared.”
“So you’re not mad?” Ray asked incredulously.
“Why would I be mad?” she asked, perplexed. “You and Benton have something special that should be celebrated.”
“But I thought that – you know – we’re both guys.”
“And? If God hadn’t wanted you to have these feelings, you wouldn’t have had them.” She looked between the two of them. “What the two of you have is something most people never find. So, when are you going to make honest men out of each other?”
“I don’t think that’s possible, Ma,” Ray told her.
“Like that’s stopped either of you before. Now eat your breakfast before it gets cold.”
“This is insane, Benny! I can’t believe she’s expecting us to get married!” Ray exclaimed as he took off his shirt.
“As you’ve said 300 other times this week, Ray,” Fraser replied tiredly as he settled into bed.
“Really? That many?” Ray asked, momentarily distracted.
“Actually, it was 387. I was –”
“The *point* is, Fraser, that she’s expecting the impossible from us! Have you ever heard of two men – or two women – getting married here in Chicago? Or anywhere in the U.S. for that matter?”
“Well, I’m sure that some of the indigenous peoples – like the Inuit tribes – celebrate same-sex unions, such as with the Two-Spirits –”
Ray flopped down onto the bed. “Please, no Inuit stories tonight. It’s not the Mountie distraction I had in mind.”
Fraser propped himself up on an elbow and teased the skin beneath the hem of Ray’s undershirt with his other hand. “Oh? And what sort of distraction did you have in mind, Ray?”
“Something along these lines,” Ray replied, his breath catching slightly. “I want to forget the impossible task my mother has set before us.”
“I think I know *exactly* what you need,” Fraser murmured against Ray’s lips as his hand advanced underneath Ray’s shirt.
“Do you really think this is the appropriate time?” Fraser asked doubtfully as he glanced at the expectant faces of Ray’s family, then back to Ray.
“Yes, Benny, I do,” Ray replied from where he was kneeling next to Fraser’s chair. “Would you do me the honor of becoming my life partner?”
“Ray, I don’t –” Fraser started and Ray glared at him. “Yes, Ray, I accept,” he finished with a shy smile.
Ray grinned and slipped the slim gold band onto Fraser’s finger. Ray got back into his seat and reached for the other ring in the box. Fraser snatched it up before he could and slid to one knee and took Ray’s hand.
“Fraser, what are you doing?” Ray asked in exasperation.
“It’s only fair, Ray,” Fraser replied. “Raymond Vecchio, would you allow me the honor of becoming my partner for the rest of our lives?”
“Yes, Benny,” Ray answered softly. Fraser slipped the matching band onto Ray’s finger.
“Kiss! Kiss!” Frannie called from the other end of the table as Fraser retook his seat.
Fraser blushed as Ray glared at her, then leaned in and quickly kissed Fraser on the lips, to applause and good natured ribbing from the rest of the family.
“Now you two can help me clean up,” Mrs. Vecchio said, still beaming at her son and his new partner. Ray groaned as they both complied. “Thank you both,” she said once they had cleared everything into the kitchen and kissed them both on the cheek. “You’ve made an old woman very happy. Just remember to be good to each other and you’ll be happy.”
“We’ll do our best, Mrs. Vecchio,” Fraser answered with a smile.
“Please, Benton, call me Ma or Angelica,” she told him. “I can’t believe he’s been this formal this long,” she commented to Ray.
“Yeah, well, you know Benny,” Ray replied with fond smile and look at Fraser. “He’s a rare bird.”
“Now, I thought we had an agreement,” she said sternly as she handed Fraser a dishtowel and Ray a washrag.
“I thought we had agreed we would let your mother know of our change in plans prior to actually *doing* anything,” Fraser admonished as he locked the door.
“We did agree,” Ray conceded as they began getting ready for bed. “But then I realized that if we did, she would have started adjusting her plans accordingly. You do remember why we changed what we were doing, right? Taffeta and tulips ringing any bells?” He climbed into bed. “At least we covered the important parts – not only was she was able to hear about the proposal she was able to witness it, she got to see the wedding, and food and family were present. She’ll get over the rest of it. She’s already had enough of it with the rest of the family, and she still has Frannie’s to look forward to.”
Fraser eyed Ray skeptically before sighing and getting into bed as well. He turned off the bedside lamp and spooned against Ray’s back, pulling him close. Over Ray’s shoulder, Fraser examined his own ring in the street light coming through the window. Ray took Fraser’s hand in his and gently played with the ring, the light glinting off of his ring as well.
“It’s really real, isn’t it?” he asked softly.
“It really is, Ray,” Fraser replied just as softly, before kissing the base of Ray’s neck. “So, lover, partner, husband, how would you like to spend our wedding night?”
Ray turned in his arms and grinned. “Oh, I have a few ideas.”
He cupped the back of Fraser’s head and kissed him deeply. Fraser’s left hand slid beneath the waistband of Ray’s boxers and cupped his ass, pulling them flush together and Ray threw his leg over Fraser’s hip.
Fraser pulled back and said, “Just what I had in mind,” before nibbling Ray’s ear.
******
For exbex. #11, Fraser/Vecchio – "Do you really think this is the appropriate time?" no NC-17, R is fine
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Date: 2010-04-11 08:25 pm (UTC)I do hope you enjoy your Turnbull/Dewey fic ;)
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Date: 2010-04-12 05:26 am (UTC)I did. I just replied on your post. :-)
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Date: 2010-04-12 01:39 pm (UTC)This was really sweet and And will you quit stroking my head? I can’t think when you do that and I always end up giving in. - ya, totally understandable ;)
Thank you for sharing!
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Date: 2010-04-13 04:15 am (UTC)And you're welcome.
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