Dogs Have All the Fun   Every so often, I like to write a drabble --
a story of exactly 100 words. They're good exercise (the only kind of
exercise I 
like!); they help keep those writing muscles in shape. This is my attempt
at a Due South drabble. It's too long -- 160 words, 
according to the counter in my word processing program -- so call it a
drabble and half! ;) 

Anyway, this is set during the episode "A Likely Story," while Fraser and
Ray are camped out in the Tucci's backyard. Hope 
you like it! 

  

"Dogs Have All the Fun" 
by Aimee 

Ray's right: dogs have all the fun. They're not bound by rules, or
society, or even common decency. They can simply do what 
they like. So if Dief wants to howl like a...well, like a wolf, at a
woman's silhouette, he can and he does. 

That's why it's called animal instinct, I suppose. 

I, on the other hand, am a human being -- a Mountie, to be specific. Not
only am I bound by rules, but it's also my job to 
enforce them. So if I want to, say, roll over to Ray sleeping next to me
and devour him whole, to nail that beautiful, lean, sexy 
body to the ground without asking, without politeness, without
consideration, without thought for the future -- to just *do* it -- 
well, I can't. 

And I don't. 

But Ray's so close we're touching. I can feel his body heat scorching me
through our sleeping bags. 

And, looking at him, I want to howl. 

THE END 

  

Whoops!  I almost forgot to put in a disclaimer!  Fraser, Ray, and Dief
are not mine.  They, and all things Due South related, belong to Alliance
and a bunch of other people.  By writing this story, I am blatantly
infringing on their copyright; however, I don't really care.