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Notes: I got bored at work again and wrote this little snippet up.  

Summary: Fraser can't concentrate at work when he thinks about Ray. 

Author's website: http://home.att.net/~lojojan Damn the Paperwork by: Lori
J 

I am extremely distracted today. I cannot make myself concentrate on
mundane paperwork. Instead, I keep thinking back to last night. And Ray. I
cannot stop thinking about Ray. 

Ray with his pale golden skin, glistening with sweat.  

Ray's eyes dark with passion. His lips, swollen from kissing... 

No. I must not think like this at the consulate.  

Unfortunately, my self-admonishment comes too late as I am already
aroused. Good thing that guard duty fell to Turnbull today. It would not
do to be standing guard with an erection. 

My mind is stubborn though, and insists on recalling how soft Ray's skin
felt, what he tasted like. How he felt pinned underneath my body, impaled
on my cock. His voice whispering 'love you frase, love you.' 

How can I be expected to work when I have such a man as my lover? This
wild, unpredictable, exciting, enticing man that says he loves me. Loves
*me*, Benton Fraser.  

Ray *loves* me.  

Strange to be loved again. Strange to be loved at all.	

After Victoria, I hardened my heart, built a wall around it. A wall of ice
that was impenetrable. I made damn sure that no one would ever get in. I'm
very good at pushing people away, almost an expert. 

But when Ray embraced me that first day, a crack appeared. That crack
widened further when he stepped in front of a bullet to save my life.
Slowly, slowly, the ice melted. By the time Ray and I proved Beth
Botrelle's innocence, the wall was gone. When he broke down and cried in
the car, I cried with him. In my heart, I cried with him.  

It didn't hurt as bad as I thought it would. 

That was the beginning. I drove Ray home and half-carried him up to his
apartment. He was exhausted, physically and emotionally. He let me undress
him and I felt as though I was undressing a doll; a priceless, breakable
doll. In a way, I was.	

I tucked Ray in as though he was a child, smoothing the unruly spikes
back. He looked up at me with eyes red-rimmed from crying and asked me to
stay. Asked me to stay and hold him through the night. And so I did.  

There is very little that I can refuse Ray. 

That night, as I held him close to me, I realized I loved this man more
than life itself. I fell asleep and woke to a kiss like the proverbial
sleeping beauty. My eyes opened to find Ray leaning over me, pressing a
kiss to my lips. 

That was the beginning. I hope it never ends. 

Damn the paperwork, I can do it tomorrow. Smiling to myself, I thank Ray's
'I don't do paperwork' attitudefor influencing me. The Inspector looks
shocked when I inform her that I am leaving for the day. She can't really
argue; I have too many days leave accumulated. I need to see Ray, need to
see my love. 

Ray is surprised to see me. I had told him that I would not be able to
make it to the precinct today. I love his smile, it lights up his entire
face. This smile is nothing compared to the special one he saves for me
and me only. 

I lean over and whisper in his ear. He is quick to rise from his seat. Ray
walks over to Francesca, mumbles something to her about interviewing a
suspect, and we leave posthaste. She gives me a knowing smile as we pass
by. I return the smile, glad that Francesca and I are friends. 

Ray, who has been walking slightly ahead of me, stops suddenly and turns
around. The look in his eyes tell me that this will be an interesting
afternoon. 

Much better than doing paperwork