Make a Wish - by Ashinae     
 
Rating/Warning: Closer to PG-13 than R, but wanted to be on the safe side.
Slash! Nothing graphic at all and no language. Pure, unadulterated sap.
And really, no plot at all. 
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio 
Disclaimer: All things Due South belong to Alliance... sigh! 
Spoilers: Nope. 
Summary: Just a little dancing by candlelight. 
Notes: This is for my dear Joanne, who says I write way too much angst.
Here's some happy sappy stuff for you. Please enjoy it :) 
The story is unbeta'd... any mistakes or weirdness are my own. 

Feedback is good for the soul. Reach me at caindra@yahoo.com. 

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MAKE A WISH - May, 2000 
by Ashinae 
 

Anyone passing by the apartment building and cared to look up at the
windows would see two dark-haired men in each other's arms, one wearing an
Armani suit and the other in jeans and a plaid shirt. They were dancing,
and all around them apartment 3J was illuminated by the glow of
candlelight. 

Ray held his lover close to his body as they danced. Ray's hands gently
stroked up and down Benny's back, eyes closed as he breathed in his
partner's familiar scent. 

Benny's eyes were closed as well, and he had one hand on the back of Ray's
neck while the other rested on his lower back. He never felt more secure
and wanted, truly loved, than when his Ray held him close. He loved the
feel of Ray's more slender body against his own, and there was little more
soothing than Ray's long, elegant fingers moving up and down his spine. 

The song ended but the rhythm of the music remained slow and romantic for
the next song. Benny drew back and smiled when Ray opened his eyes. At
times like this, Ray's eyes softened and his green gaze made Benny's knees
go weak. Then Ray flashed him a smile and Benny couldn't help but lean
forward to gently kiss his lover's lips. 

When the kiss ended, the fingers of Ray's right hand moved up to run
through Benny's dark hair, delighting in its silky texture. Benny's hair
was growing longer and now Ray loved to touch it, stroke it back from his
lover's forehead. He was always amazed by Benny's sweet beauty, how his
eyes were so luminous, glowing in the soft candlelight. Burning more
brightly than the candles was the love and devotion in that blue gaze, and
behind that the passion that was so well guarded, but Ray could bring it
out and be all but consumed by Benny's fire. 

Again they kissed, tasting each other, hands once again touching,
exploring, and Benny slowly pulled off Ray's suit jacket. He let it fall
carelessly to the floor and Ray didn't protest as he lost himself in the
all-consuming kiss. His hands untucked Benny's shirt and found their way
to his skin, lightly stroking Benny's sides. 

They parted once again, for air, and their gazes locked. Then they both
smiled, and Benny ducked his head to taste the long column of Ray's neck.
Ray's head fell back and turned slightly to gaze out the nearby window, at
the perfect angle to look up at the sky above the building next door. 

"Benny," he whispered, "look." 

Benny raised his head to look where Ray was directing him. 

"A shooting star," Ray whispered. "Make a wish, Benny." 

"I don't need to, Ray," Benny said softly. "Everything I could ever want
is right here with me now." 

Ray smiled. "I love you, Benny." 

"And I, you." 

The night melted away to the two men who continued their dance, the
candles casting shadows around the room and over their bodies as they sank
down together onto the bed, and the silence that followed was punctuated
only by heated whispers and the sounds of love taking on the most
beautiful physical form. 

FIN.