With Love   

 With Love 

by Sitnah 
sitnah@ix.netcom.com 
Ratings: Slash, m/m, b/d. Fraser/Kowalski. Drabble. R. 
Summary: Ray makes Fraser smile. 
Disclaimer: Everyone here belongs to Alliance. 

   

 "I think I'd like to hear you say 'sir'." 

 Ray knows that look: It's a perfectly reasonable request, Ray. And he
knows damn well how this works. It was easy to kneel down, easy to stay
kneeling till told to get up, easy to hold his wrists out for the cuffs.
The bruises he'll have tomorrow don't bother him. Shit, that time Sandor
said, "Thank you," he said, "You're welcome" -- didn't bother him a bit. 

 "Ray?" Fraser prompts. He doesn't look angry, just mildly expectant. 

 Ray swallows. "Yes, sir." 

 Fraser bestows a smile on him. Ray feels a little better. 

   

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