This is totally plotless	This is totally plotless. It popped into
my head and refused to get out until I wrote it down. A big THANK YOU to
Jack for betaing for me! THANK YOU Jack! ^_^ Disclaimers: Not mine, no
money, DON'T SUE! Notes: Written from Ray's POV. Could be classified as a
PWP. m/m (BF/RK) situation, so don't read if you're underage or don't like
it. And if you're looking for something hot, this ain't it. *g* Anyway,
enjoy. April/ May 99 ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Desolation.
 By Eugenie Chua    It's cold tonight, but I left the windows open anyway.
I let the city sound wash over me. There's a game on right now, but I
don't feel like watching it though. As a matter of fact, I don't feel like
doing anything now except to sit here and. . .and I don't know what.
Stella hated it whenever I was in once of these moods. I would sit quietly
for hours and it drove her nuts. She said it wasn't like me to sit still
for more than five minutes. That was what she couldn't understand. This
quiet me is as much part of me as the restless me. I don't know why, but
every time I'm feeling this way, there's always the sense of loneliness.
Whether if there was anyone around or not, it didn't matter. I could be in
a room crowded with family and friends right now and still feel alone. I
could never figure out why and I don't know why I could never figure it
out. Heck! I don't even know why I slipped into these moods. I wish I
wasn't alone on this couch right now. I hate feeling this way but I can't
help it. I'm not in control, it is.  A sense of restlessness suddenly
overcame me. I had to get up and do something. I got up, tuned on the CD
player and lost myself in the music. I have no idea how long I've been
dancing. Time did not exist.  There's only music. A pair of arms wrapped
itself around my waist. I was moving with the music; the body behind me
copied my moves. I leaned back and let out a sigh. "Ray?" "Hm?" "What's
the matter?" "Nothing, Frase. Nothing." "One of those moods?" "Yeah. Guess
you could say that." Still moving with the music, Fraser rested his head
on my shoulder. I tilted my head and we shared a kiss. "It's lonely in
there without you." He whispered into my ear. "Really?" "Um-hm. And cold
too." "Want me to warm it up for you?" He started to work on my earlobe,
and I felt my legs turning into jelly, but the hands that were still
around my waist held me. Ear. That had always been my weak spot and he
knew it. "No. I want you to warm me up."   THE END. I have no idea where
this came from! Anyway, love it? Hate it? Let me know here!