Just posted a little snippet fic, around 1300 words. PG13. Rewatching due South with Lauren is inspiring me!

A Friendly Kiss

http://archiveofourown.org/works/3603573
I just watched the S4 episode 'Odds' and it cried out for a tag, so I wrote one on an impulse. The dialog up to 'It's stupid' is taken from the script; the rest is me. It doesn't have actual smut (I still feel as if I haven't been introduced to them yet and it'd be cheeky; I'll get there ::g::) but it's a mild R for inner thoughts, and it's 1500 words.

Air Supply )
I thought this one up falling asleep and was sure I wouldn't remember any of it in the morning, but I did.

It's an interlude, a moment, a passing conversation, no more. No spoilers, around 1150 words, and it's my first attempt at writing Fraser, so feel free to nudge me if his voice is off.

Straight Lines )
No spoilers, set anytime really. Just a sudden impulse, mid-sentence on another story (why does that happen? Why? :;whimpers::)


Defining Desire

Red used to mean danger. Red used to mean stop. Red, when it was blood-red, his blood, used to make him slightly sick to the stomach.

Red was the color of shame, embarrassment, humiliation, skin bright, skin hot.

Red was passion -- oh, yeah, he's getting closer now. Valentine's Day, hearts and flowers, roses are red…

But now, red means Fraser's coat, just that, and so, therefore, means warmth, means real and visible (hey, he can always see Fraser coming.)

And under all that red, under that buttoned-up, regulation gear, is Fraser's body, hidden, untouchable.

So red still means stop.

Fuck.
I know the buddy breathing scene from Mountie on the Bounty Part Two must have been ficced to death, but eh, there's always room for one more, right? :;g::

Snippet, around 300 words.

Exhale, All Empty )
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