The things we put up with for the ones we love     The things we put up
with for the ones we love

 by silvina

  

 Author's Website: http://members.nbci.com/dueSou

 Disclaimer: Standard Disclaimer. The atomic number of Uranium is equal to
the square root of 55225. What that has to do with the price of condoms in
Chicago, I don't really know. Please send commas, questions, compliments,
and otters to sdelcul@mail.com or visit http://members.nbci.com/dueSou and
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 Author's Notes: I promised Shannon I wouldn't hurt Ray, just this once. I
didn't hurt him, I just made him uncomfortable for a good cause. <g> 

 Story Notes: 

 

 

 Shannonshot #1: 

 Benton Fraser was dreaming of ice cubes. Yes, ice cubes. Ice cubes that
while freezing cold, didn't melt when they touched him. Instead they
seemed to grow colder. He was trying to sleep, but it was difficult
because the ice cubes kept moving. They seemed to be moving under his leg.
Not wanting to wake up, he tried shifting away from them, but in a few
seconds they were back. 

 Jerked awake, he discovered what the problem was. How could a man that
produced so much heat have such cold toes? 

 Tossing and turning, he attempted to get back to sleep, but every time he
settled down those frozen toes found their way under a convenient warm
spot. He was a Mountie. He greatly enjoyed having Ray in his bed, popsicle
toes and all, but he couldn't sleep without doing something. 

 Finally an idea hit. He went to the chest of drawers, and pulled out a
pair of thick, white, athletic socks. Taking a brief moment to admire the
graceful arch of each of Ray's feet, he slid them on. Now he was ready to
try going back to sleep. 

 Lying back down, he was gratified that when Ray's toes slid under his
leg, they were warmly covered. Pulling the rest of Ray's warm body closer,
he tucked his head into the crook of Ray's neck and fell back to sleep.  

 Shannonshot #2: 

 It was raining again. Cold, too. 

 Freezing, actually. 

 Ray was cold. And he was wet. He did not like being cold and wet. 

 So he asked himself why he was standing here cold and wet when he could
be inside, warm and dry. The answer was simple, really. Fraser. 

 For some bizarre reason, Benny needed him to be cold and wet. Therefore,
Ray was temporarily resigned to being cold and wet, until such time as
Fraser decreed that Ray no longer needed to be cold and wet. 

 Such was his life. But only for Benny. 

End