rec50 | Better, A Dare's a Dare

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Claim: due South, Fraser/Kowalski
Title: Better
Author: Kass Rachel, on LJ

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Characters: Fraser, Ray
Prompt: 19. Dark
Rating: G
Length: short
Brief summary: This is a tiny little fic that I recalled from the first time I read it, and wanted to rec it somewhere here. The basic premise is that Ray and Fraser are living together in Canada, and Ray is sick in the summer, when there is light almost all day. Fraser does something to help. This is just a beautiful, simple piece that really gets across how much these two love each other. The images in this are just beautiful, and Ray’s voice is perfect. Much love.

Ray was pretty sure he'd kept them both up last night, trying to breathe through the rocks that had apparently grown in his sinuses, sniffing and snorting like a herd of bull moose. And obviously he'd been in Canada too long when he was able to even *think* of anything being like a herd of bull moose. Because last year he wouldn't have known how to tell the difference between a bull and a cow, not by sound, and the sounds he was making were not feminine.

Thing was, there wasn't hardly any dark anymore. Maybe four hours a night, tops, and Fraser had assured him even that would be gone well before the solstice. Which was all fine and dandy, as an idea, but the angle and intensity of the light hurt his eyes and his head and made the fever spells feel worse.

Breathing with the wool blanket over his head was even harder than trying to breathe, period, but it kept the light out of his eyes.

Link to the story: Better

Claim: due South, Fraser/Kowalski
Title: A Dare’s a Dare
Author: Speranza, on LJ

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Characters: Fraser, Ray, Miss Fraser (!)
Prompt: 44. Mask
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium
Brief summary: Another on the Speranza hit parade. Don’t worry, there will be more. This is a really well-written excuse to get Fraser back in drag, and a whole lot more. Ray kindly picks up Fraser’s dry cleaning, and in putting in his closet, discovers a dress. So, he dares Fraser to dress in drag, and Fraser agrees if Ray will take him out to dinner in return. Ray does, and much debauchery ensues. It’s pretty much worth it for the reminder of how freaking hot Fraser looked in the serge and makeup and earrings in “Some Like It Red.” Come for that, stay for the really well-written exploration of Ray and Fraser’s feelings for each other behind the pretense of being just another straight couple going out on a date. And all hail Speranza.

Fraser. He could hardly believe it. Fraser took a small step backwards and seemed to accept his stunned stare with equanimity. "Holy..."

"Is that a compliment or an insult?" Fraser asked, cocking his--her--his--head sideways. His long, red hair sort of swung to the side as he asked the question; Ray hadn't expected the red hair. He hadn't expected how well Fraser would fill out the blue dress either; shit, Fraser really knew what he was doing. The dress emphasized his narrow waist and Fraser had camouflaged his broad shoulders with a sort of shimmery blue gauze scarf pinned over his breastbone. Plus the rack--okay, fake, sure, but damn. Ray let his gaze fall lower, sliding down over Fraser's smooth legs to his feet. Good choice of shoes, he thought dimly: that little strap really made them look convincingly petite. Almost. If you sort of squinted.

"Well?" Fraser demanded, and Ray looked back up at his face. Fraser looked tense--and really sort of pretty. He stepped closer to Fraser and just let himself stare: Fraser'd done something to his eyes to make them stand out. Had maybe lengthened the lashes too--or maybe not. His lips looked soft and shiny and pink--pretty luscious actually, and sorta kissable. Fraser pursed his shiny lips in annoyance and said, sharply, "Ray?"

"You look, uh, good," Ray heard himself say. "I mean--you look sort of like a girl, and sort of like a drag queen. Actually," Ray amended with a frown, "you look a lot like the softball coach at my high school."

Fraser quirked a smile at this, but now it looked seductive and sort of teasing. "Well, I suppose that's reassuring. I might consider a career as a women's sports coach if my career as a Mountie--"

"--goes south?" Ray finished, grinning wildly.

Link to the story: A Dare’s a Dare