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mrsronweasley) wrote2006-02-02 12:57 pm
mrsronweasley) wrote2006-02-02 12:57 pm
Drabbles!
Forgive me. They are up. Some of them are TOTAL CRACK, but it's your faults for the pictures you chose. :P This was way more fun than it should have been. And remember - crack.
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Fraser froze. He attempted to think of something to say, or perhaps do, but he could barely even make himself rub an eyebrow or lick his lips. All of his nervous tics abandoned him right at that moment, and Ray continued to look at him. He was looking at Fraser, and to Fraser, he was looking intent. Ray was watching Fraser, he realized, with intent. And, for once, they were not in the line of duty, attempting to apprehend a suspect, or save a child from getting run over by a car, or anything of the sort. They were standing across from one another, and Ray was watching Fraser, and Fraser was looking at Ray. It was silent communication, but it did appear to speak volumes. Fraser willed himself to move. He could not. He had to wait, then. And he waited, until Ray, made his next move, as Fraser knew that he must. But for now, it was almost enough to stand and watch, prolonging the moment when Fraser's life finally took the turn for which he had been hoping.
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Forpearl_o:
Ray had asked for it. He had. He thought he knew what to expect, because this was Fraser, and the man was never going to get rid of the pole up his ass, no matter how much tried to conceal it.
But apparently, Ray had been wrong, because he was't prepared for this.
Fraser, in full red uniform, buttoned-up and indecently pristine, shoving him back in his chair, his booted foot pressing down on his chest so hard it almost hurt. Fraser, his blue eyes boring into Ray's, telling him what to do. Telling him exactly what to do, giving him commands in a cool, crisp voice. Making him.
"Touch there." Fraser pointed to his knee.
Ray, after a bare second of hesitation, touched there. Fraser's foot slid down, slowly, with the same amount of pressure, until it rested against Ray's crotch. Something tight was coiling around Ray's stomach, and he felt Fraser's wool pants getting wet from the pressure of his palm.
"Lean over."
Ray, barely able to breathe, leaned over. Fraser pointed to his boot.
"Lick."
Ray, his pulse pounding in his throat, licked a long stripe up, his tongue stopping at the feel of wool of Fraser's pants. It had tasted of some kind of treatment and expensive leather. Musky; real. He looked up at Fraser. Was he doing all right?
"Undress, Ray." The low voice had gone a bit husky. "Start with your shirt."
Ray started with his shirt.
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Forrhythmsextion:
They were fully clothed, because it was fucking freezing, ok? It was 10,000 degrees below anything, and Ray couldn't feel his face, and his ears were close to falling off. Fraser was doing better, because he was Fraser, and he was the Mountie of the North, and he was basically super-human, and Ray was ok with that, he was totally ok with that, because in their desperation and overwhelming need to finally fuck, like now, please, can we, Fraser made another one of his super-human efforts to help out the needy, and not only put up the tent in record speed and maneuvered them so they wouldn't have to undress only apart from two important extremetities, but he also found something creamy to make it easier on Ray's numb ass. Ray could hear him fumbling behind, breathing hard, and wet his lips.
"Come on, come on, come on... Fraser!"
"Yes, Ray, I am aware of the situation, and believe me, I would like to get started as soon as possible, as well, but the current conditions are making it diffi - ah. Here we are." Ray heard something a tube popping open. "All right, Ray. Are you - uhm - ready?"
Ray grunted. Then he grunted again as freezing fingers began sliding inside him, warming as they moved further in. Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh fuck, they were INSANE, they were totally and utterly INSANE, and FUCK, that felt so good, and whatever the hell it was that Fraser had found was sure working good, because Ray was starting to relax and his muscles began adjusting really well to the pressure, and oh yeah, yeah that was good, and now all he need was - oh yeah, there was Fraser now, replacing the fingers with his dick, and -
Ray grunted again and heard Fraser moan, real low. Oh, this was fucking great, this was fantastic, finally, they were getting somewhere, and Fraser began moving inside him, slowly at first, then building speed, until they were making like wolves right there, in the middle of fucking nowhere, and it was unbelievable, so good, Ray felt like yelling. And then he was coming, and yelling, and feeling Fraser coming too, and oh LORD, they were fucking loud, and what the hell had that stuff been, anyway? Ray had never felt more relaxed in his entire life, inside and out.
"Hmmm." Only Fraser could sound so damn thoughtful with his dick still up Ray's ass, two seconds after coming. Ray grunted in question form. "Well, I just never realized how remarkably well this could work. I have to say, it was a lucky guess on my part."
"What the hell was it?"
"Ultra Strength Bengay cream, actually."
That's got to be the worst fucking pun in the history of puns.
"You're fucking kidding me."
"Oh, I never kid about lubrication, Ray."
Ray sagged down. His ass was becoming sore now.
"Should we get going, now? There's still a lot of ground to cover."
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"Uh, Capt'n?"
"Yes, Kaylee?"
"Not to disrespect your authority, or anything, but what the hell are you wearing?"
"It's a robe, Kaylee. Ain't you ever seen one?"
"Well...I seen one, but never on a captain before. Isn't this more like somethin' the Shepherd would wear?"
"What shepherd, Kaylee?"
"Uh...one's that's on this ship? You know - Book?"
"What book?"
"Okaaaay, capt'n. I think Simon must have given you the wrong drugs for that head injury of yours. I'll go...uh...ask him what he's playin' at."
"Who's playing?"
"Capt'n. Capt'n, have you looked at yourself in the mirror? What's with the hair, anyway?"
"It's the priestly way, my child."
"All right, that's enough! Zoe, Inara, c'mere! Somebody freakin' help me get this man to his bunk, or I swear to God, I'll re-arrange the engine with somebody's face!"
"Now, now, what language, my child! Such is not the spiritual way. No call for such violent protestations."
"..."
"Why, child, what gives you that angry look?"
"SOMEBODY GET YER ASSES DOWN HERE, RIGHT NOW!"
"Tsk-tsk-tsk."
"..."
"Be at peace with yourself, Kaylee. It's the only way to drift the seas of spa -ooompf!"
"SIMON!" Kaylee's been on this crew for sometime now, but she ain't ever had to shut her captain up with a fist before. They were all a bunch of freakin' lunatics. She waited for the stupid boy to show his face.
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Forcabari:
When Sailor Tight-Pants met Mister Skull-On-Leather-Jacket, he knew he had to have him. He wasn't the slut of this bar for nothing. And he was good at being the slut. So, it came as no great surprise when First Mate I-Don't-Bottom wanted to join in their fun. They'd done that a couple of times, too, and Sailor Tight-Pants was almost getting tired of being the bottom to First Mate I-Don't-Bottom's top, but hey, Mister Skull-on-Leather-Jacket was hot as hell, and he looked like a slut, too, so that was twice the fun. First Mate I-Don't-Bottom might have to wait his turn, in fact, because there was no way that Mister Skull-On-Leather-Jacket was anything but a bottom. At least that's what Sailor Tight-Pants was going to make him think. He was good at that strategic shit. He knew what you wanted before you did.
"Hey, there, sugar," he smiled, licking his lips. He was really fabulous at what he did.
* * * *
Forsoupytwist:
Yeah, Ray was never going to figure Fraser out completely, but he couldn't deny the two of them had their moments. Like, just now, they had had a moment. A big moment, actually, a fucking great moment. Communication - set 'em up, knock 'em down, and boom, boom, boom - the bad guys put away, the main bad guy in a fishing net hanging out in the air, while Fraser read him his rights, and Ray tucked away the gun. That was the rush, that was what had been missing from their lives lately.
Yeah. Fraser was a total freak. Ray only had to think about the way they had set 'em up and knocked 'em down, but you couldn't argue with results, and Fraser - Fraser brought the results. Ray certainly did his share, too. Yeah, ok, so he didn't always want to go along with it, and he'd argue with Fraser till the fucking caribou stampeded home, but it was the rush that made it worth it, and they were great together, dammit.
Suddenly, their mutual transfer offers came back to him. No way. No way was he giving this up. His own life, his own name - what was so good about that? It was boring, it was sad and it was fucking lonely, and here, sure, Fraser drove him crazy, and Ray was never going to understand him, no matter what, because Fraser's brain was wired so different from his, but this was it. This was what he wanted. They were great together. They couldn't stop now.
He had to admit it, really. He did sort of love the stupid freak.
* * * *
Forscriggle:
(I've only seen the movie once, so...this may not be totally accurate. *g*)
Well. He sure ain't never been lassoed before. Christy tried to undo the rope from his hands and failed. It was tight as sin around his wrists. He couldn't pull away, and what would his father have thought, seeing his only son being lassoed and tied up by a girl? Apart from him thinking nothin' 'cause he was dead, he probably would have killed Christy right there on the damn spot for letting it happen in the first place, and not getting out in the second. But what the hell had his father known? Christy was different. And if his father had been so concerned about him being not man enough, or a prissy girl, well, it was his own damn fault for not giving him a better name.
Phew, Gwen sure knew what she was doing with that lasso. He didn't even know how it happened, but one minute he was on one side of the store, the next minute, he'd been pulled forward and... oh, dear Christ, what was he going to do now? Peg could come in any minute, and he loved Peg, so what the hell could he do? Gwen looked crazy enough to do anything, and she was... Christ, getting naked now? He was only human.
Christy tried shutting his eyes, but they kept popping open, and when Gwen pulled him down and began releasing the ropes, he did a quick prayer that Peg wouldn't come in just then and gave it up. He was showing his father, all right. Two girls in as many days. Montana hadn't seen the last of him.
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spin1978! I had NO IDEA what to write! I was all...trying and starting and none of it worked at all, and I'm sorry. *hangs head*
spacedye_vest - I never figured out if it was a prompt or not, so I'll just wait and see for you tell me whether or not it was one. I is dumb. :P
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maryavatar:Fraser froze. He attempted to think of something to say, or perhaps do, but he could barely even make himself rub an eyebrow or lick his lips. All of his nervous tics abandoned him right at that moment, and Ray continued to look at him. He was looking at Fraser, and to Fraser, he was looking intent. Ray was watching Fraser, he realized, with intent. And, for once, they were not in the line of duty, attempting to apprehend a suspect, or save a child from getting run over by a car, or anything of the sort. They were standing across from one another, and Ray was watching Fraser, and Fraser was looking at Ray. It was silent communication, but it did appear to speak volumes. Fraser willed himself to move. He could not. He had to wait, then. And he waited, until Ray, made his next move, as Fraser knew that he must. But for now, it was almost enough to stand and watch, prolonging the moment when Fraser's life finally took the turn for which he had been hoping.
* * * *
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pearl_o:Ray had asked for it. He had. He thought he knew what to expect, because this was Fraser, and the man was never going to get rid of the pole up his ass, no matter how much tried to conceal it.
But apparently, Ray had been wrong, because he was't prepared for this.
Fraser, in full red uniform, buttoned-up and indecently pristine, shoving him back in his chair, his booted foot pressing down on his chest so hard it almost hurt. Fraser, his blue eyes boring into Ray's, telling him what to do. Telling him exactly what to do, giving him commands in a cool, crisp voice. Making him.
"Touch there." Fraser pointed to his knee.
Ray, after a bare second of hesitation, touched there. Fraser's foot slid down, slowly, with the same amount of pressure, until it rested against Ray's crotch. Something tight was coiling around Ray's stomach, and he felt Fraser's wool pants getting wet from the pressure of his palm.
"Lean over."
Ray, barely able to breathe, leaned over. Fraser pointed to his boot.
"Lick."
Ray, his pulse pounding in his throat, licked a long stripe up, his tongue stopping at the feel of wool of Fraser's pants. It had tasted of some kind of treatment and expensive leather. Musky; real. He looked up at Fraser. Was he doing all right?
"Undress, Ray." The low voice had gone a bit husky. "Start with your shirt."
Ray started with his shirt.
* * * *
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rhythmsextion:They were fully clothed, because it was fucking freezing, ok? It was 10,000 degrees below anything, and Ray couldn't feel his face, and his ears were close to falling off. Fraser was doing better, because he was Fraser, and he was the Mountie of the North, and he was basically super-human, and Ray was ok with that, he was totally ok with that, because in their desperation and overwhelming need to finally fuck, like now, please, can we, Fraser made another one of his super-human efforts to help out the needy, and not only put up the tent in record speed and maneuvered them so they wouldn't have to undress only apart from two important extremetities, but he also found something creamy to make it easier on Ray's numb ass. Ray could hear him fumbling behind, breathing hard, and wet his lips.
"Come on, come on, come on... Fraser!"
"Yes, Ray, I am aware of the situation, and believe me, I would like to get started as soon as possible, as well, but the current conditions are making it diffi - ah. Here we are." Ray heard something a tube popping open. "All right, Ray. Are you - uhm - ready?"
Ray grunted. Then he grunted again as freezing fingers began sliding inside him, warming as they moved further in. Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh fuck, they were INSANE, they were totally and utterly INSANE, and FUCK, that felt so good, and whatever the hell it was that Fraser had found was sure working good, because Ray was starting to relax and his muscles began adjusting really well to the pressure, and oh yeah, yeah that was good, and now all he need was - oh yeah, there was Fraser now, replacing the fingers with his dick, and -
Ray grunted again and heard Fraser moan, real low. Oh, this was fucking great, this was fantastic, finally, they were getting somewhere, and Fraser began moving inside him, slowly at first, then building speed, until they were making like wolves right there, in the middle of fucking nowhere, and it was unbelievable, so good, Ray felt like yelling. And then he was coming, and yelling, and feeling Fraser coming too, and oh LORD, they were fucking loud, and what the hell had that stuff been, anyway? Ray had never felt more relaxed in his entire life, inside and out.
"Hmmm." Only Fraser could sound so damn thoughtful with his dick still up Ray's ass, two seconds after coming. Ray grunted in question form. "Well, I just never realized how remarkably well this could work. I have to say, it was a lucky guess on my part."
"What the hell was it?"
"Ultra Strength Bengay cream, actually."
That's got to be the worst fucking pun in the history of puns.
"You're fucking kidding me."
"Oh, I never kid about lubrication, Ray."
Ray sagged down. His ass was becoming sore now.
"Should we get going, now? There's still a lot of ground to cover."
* * * *
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wild_boys:"Uh, Capt'n?"
"Yes, Kaylee?"
"Not to disrespect your authority, or anything, but what the hell are you wearing?"
"It's a robe, Kaylee. Ain't you ever seen one?"
"Well...I seen one, but never on a captain before. Isn't this more like somethin' the Shepherd would wear?"
"What shepherd, Kaylee?"
"Uh...one's that's on this ship? You know - Book?"
"What book?"
"Okaaaay, capt'n. I think Simon must have given you the wrong drugs for that head injury of yours. I'll go...uh...ask him what he's playin' at."
"Who's playing?"
"Capt'n. Capt'n, have you looked at yourself in the mirror? What's with the hair, anyway?"
"It's the priestly way, my child."
"All right, that's enough! Zoe, Inara, c'mere! Somebody freakin' help me get this man to his bunk, or I swear to God, I'll re-arrange the engine with somebody's face!"
"Now, now, what language, my child! Such is not the spiritual way. No call for such violent protestations."
"..."
"Why, child, what gives you that angry look?"
"SOMEBODY GET YER ASSES DOWN HERE, RIGHT NOW!"
"Tsk-tsk-tsk."
"..."
"Be at peace with yourself, Kaylee. It's the only way to drift the seas of spa -ooompf!"
"SIMON!" Kaylee's been on this crew for sometime now, but she ain't ever had to shut her captain up with a fist before. They were all a bunch of freakin' lunatics. She waited for the stupid boy to show his face.
* * * *
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cabari:When Sailor Tight-Pants met Mister Skull-On-Leather-Jacket, he knew he had to have him. He wasn't the slut of this bar for nothing. And he was good at being the slut. So, it came as no great surprise when First Mate I-Don't-Bottom wanted to join in their fun. They'd done that a couple of times, too, and Sailor Tight-Pants was almost getting tired of being the bottom to First Mate I-Don't-Bottom's top, but hey, Mister Skull-on-Leather-Jacket was hot as hell, and he looked like a slut, too, so that was twice the fun. First Mate I-Don't-Bottom might have to wait his turn, in fact, because there was no way that Mister Skull-On-Leather-Jacket was anything but a bottom. At least that's what Sailor Tight-Pants was going to make him think. He was good at that strategic shit. He knew what you wanted before you did.
"Hey, there, sugar," he smiled, licking his lips. He was really fabulous at what he did.
* * * *
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soupytwist:Yeah, Ray was never going to figure Fraser out completely, but he couldn't deny the two of them had their moments. Like, just now, they had had a moment. A big moment, actually, a fucking great moment. Communication - set 'em up, knock 'em down, and boom, boom, boom - the bad guys put away, the main bad guy in a fishing net hanging out in the air, while Fraser read him his rights, and Ray tucked away the gun. That was the rush, that was what had been missing from their lives lately.
Yeah. Fraser was a total freak. Ray only had to think about the way they had set 'em up and knocked 'em down, but you couldn't argue with results, and Fraser - Fraser brought the results. Ray certainly did his share, too. Yeah, ok, so he didn't always want to go along with it, and he'd argue with Fraser till the fucking caribou stampeded home, but it was the rush that made it worth it, and they were great together, dammit.
Suddenly, their mutual transfer offers came back to him. No way. No way was he giving this up. His own life, his own name - what was so good about that? It was boring, it was sad and it was fucking lonely, and here, sure, Fraser drove him crazy, and Ray was never going to understand him, no matter what, because Fraser's brain was wired so different from his, but this was it. This was what he wanted. They were great together. They couldn't stop now.
He had to admit it, really. He did sort of love the stupid freak.
* * * *
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scriggle:(I've only seen the movie once, so...this may not be totally accurate. *g*)
Well. He sure ain't never been lassoed before. Christy tried to undo the rope from his hands and failed. It was tight as sin around his wrists. He couldn't pull away, and what would his father have thought, seeing his only son being lassoed and tied up by a girl? Apart from him thinking nothin' 'cause he was dead, he probably would have killed Christy right there on the damn spot for letting it happen in the first place, and not getting out in the second. But what the hell had his father known? Christy was different. And if his father had been so concerned about him being not man enough, or a prissy girl, well, it was his own damn fault for not giving him a better name.
Phew, Gwen sure knew what she was doing with that lasso. He didn't even know how it happened, but one minute he was on one side of the store, the next minute, he'd been pulled forward and... oh, dear Christ, what was he going to do now? Peg could come in any minute, and he loved Peg, so what the hell could he do? Gwen looked crazy enough to do anything, and she was... Christ, getting naked now? He was only human.
Christy tried shutting his eyes, but they kept popping open, and when Gwen pulled him down and began releasing the ropes, he did a quick prayer that Peg wouldn't come in just then and gave it up. He was showing his father, all right. Two girls in as many days. Montana hadn't seen the last of him.
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spin1978! I had NO IDEA what to write! I was all...trying and starting and none of it worked at all, and I'm sorry. *hangs head* spacedye_vest - I never figured out if it was a prompt or not, so I'll just wait and see for you tell me whether or not it was one. I is dumb. :P
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BTW Curtis's Charm went in the mail today.
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And yes, he was adorable. Though, oh puppy. Not the brightest crayon in the box.
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*love!*
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Love you. Mwah!
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Love you too xx
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There's all those
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(Should I taunt you again with the fact that I had a conversation with her one, in a poster store in the Village? :P)
/mean
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Because I am just that good. :D
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You make my life. And I love you. Seriously, seriously love you and think you're just overall brilliant. And this? Is proof.
I laughed. I laughed heartily.
SO MUCH LOVE.
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LOVE.
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When you get here, I'll show you my attempt at Russian writing. I won't even hold it against you when you laugh :)
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Also, dinner: what should we make?
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:D :D :D
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I am really kind of traumatised by the Firefly one, though, and OMG MR I-DON'T-BOTTOM AHAHAHAHA. Yeah. You're really kind of fabulous. :)
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(And, aww, did Mal traumatize you? He traumatized Kaylee, too. Me, I was just amused as fuck. LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU!)
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I'm borrowing this meme for a bit. *g*
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And borrow away. It's a lot of fun, especially when avoiding work. *g*
(AHAHAHAHAH, ICON!)
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But omg, the Christy story? PERFECT.
Montana hadn't seen the last of him.
Wonderful and perfect and you totally don't write enough. Just so you know.
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mwahahaha...
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It was 10,000 degrees below anything
Oh god, that is SO RAY.
Fraser made another one of his super-human efforts to help out the needy,
I am all around in love with that line.
The whole thing is just so very them - the Fraser voice is GREAT and the whole tone and pace fits so well.
"Oh, I never kid about lubrication, Ray."
*sporfles and DIES*
Though, um, of course, I am compelled to wonder, well, given bengay cream generally, wouldn't that burn like crazy?? Heeeeeee. My head's halfway convinced it's about to kick in and see them running out into the snow to cool off while shrieking in a manner unbecoming to a Mountie and a Chicago Flatfoot.
Also, the Firefly drabble had me howling, absolutely howling with laughter. So much love for Kaylee.
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And, you know...I wondered about that. But I figure...you may well be right. They're probably out there RIGHT NOW, screaming at the tinglies. Hehehe. I just hope they didn't do any permanent damage there...
Thank you again. :D
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Fraser, in full red uniform, buttoned-up and indecently pristine, shoving him back in his chair, his booted foot pressing down on his chest so hard it almost hurt.
Let's just have that again, shall we?
Fraser, in full red uniform, buttoned-up and indecently pristine, shoving him back in his chair, his booted foot pressing down on his chest so hard it almost hurt.
Ooooh yeah. You do good work.
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