"Yes, Ray?"

"What the hell was that?!"

<may be a tricky question, so the Mountie decides to be careful> "Uhm... it was... good?"

"Yes, it was, but that's not what I meant. The sound, Fraser. I meant the sound you were making."

"That was a breathing exercise."

"A... breathing exercise?"

"Yes. I was trying to lower my heart rate."

"You were..."

"... trying to lower my heart rate, yes."

"WHY?!"

"Well, to contain the excitement."

"WHY?!"

<sigh> "I just thought it would be a nice change of procedure if we would not just jump on each other like two caribous in heat, and so I tried to prolong the experience by controlling my level of... uhm... involvement."

<stunned silence> "Fraser, I didn't *want* to prolong anything here."

"You didn't."

"No, I didn't. I wanted it hot, and hard, and fast, and most definitely uncontrolled."

"Understood."

<exasperated sigh> "And one more thing, Fraser."

"What is that, Ray?"

"If you ever start *humming* in my bed again, I'm gonna kick your ass out of here so fast you won't even have the time to recite your motto."

"I wasn't humming, actually..." <warning growl> "Oh." <momentary silence, then...> "Not even our motto?" <headshake> "You mean I won't get my man anymore?"

<snort> "That's *not* your motto, and you know damn well it isn't."

<more silence - finally...> "Ray?"

"Yes, Fraser?"

"Can I hum when we are in *my* bed?"