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Written in response to a challenge on the Serge List to write a story with
FraserRayK loving, Margaritas, chocolate, and jelly!! And I never could
resist a challenge!! 

   MARGARITAS AND THE CHOCOLATE MOUNTIE by Callie 

  

Ray Kowalski slammed the telephone down with a flourish and started to
pace the tiny apartment muttering to himself angrily. As he passed the cd
player, he turned the music up loud. "Damn the neighbours," he cursed.
Fraser had just called to tell him that he would be late home that evening
due to an official Consulate function he had to attend.  

Ray was angry and upset. Wanting to do something nice for Fraser he had
spent all afternoon preparing a special treat; he had spring cleaned the
apartment from top to bottom until every surface shone. He had even
prepared, from scratch, Fraser's favourite meal.  

Ray glared at the small dining table that he had carefully laid with his
best glasses and china. He had even found a tablecloth and matching
candles in one of the untidy kitchen drawers. His angry stare rested on
the carefully wrapped box of hand-made chocolate Mounties that the candy
store had made specially for him. 

Turning his back on the table, Ray stomped into the tiny kitchen cursing
Inspector Thatcher and her official dinner parties that she insisted that
Fraser attend at short notice. "So the Mountie don't wanna party with me,"
Ray thought to himself as he turned off the gas removing the casserole
dish from the oven and casting it to one side. 

"So I can party alone," Ray began to search his kitchen cupboards. "I can
do that. Who needs the Mountie," he muttered finding his cocktail shaker
at the back of one of the cupboards. "Time to shake bad guy, shake," he
grinned to himself. 

Humming to himself, Ray gathered together the ingredients placing them
carefully on the kitchen counter in a neat row - bottles of tequila and
cointreau, a glass, a saucer of salt and two limes that he juggled
absently as he moved back across the small kitchen. 

He rubbed the rim of the glass with squeezed lime juice. Swaying his hips
slightly to the music, he dipped the glass into the salt. Picking up the
shaker, he measured an over-generous helping of tequila and cointreau.
Adding ice cubes, he screwed on the top. Ray moved up and down the kitchen
singing to his music, shaking his cocktail furiously as he danced back and
forwards. Satisfied that his cocktail had been shaken sufficiently, he
poured himself a double Margarita downing it in one go. He pulled a face
at the taste of the salt on the rim of the glass. "Another one, I think,"
he decided reaching for the cocktail shaker again. 

After his fifth Margarita, Ray was feeling much happier and had taken to
shadow dancing around the living room in time to the music, glass in hand.
Noting that his glass was empty, he waltzed towards the kitchen counter.
Glancing sideways, he noticed the large bowl of red jelly he had made
especially for Fraser. "Red," he giggled as he made himself another
Margarita. "Represents the Queen." 

Glass in hand, he grabbed the bowl of jelly and the serving spoon dancing
his way towards the couch. He slumped down without spilling his cocktail
or the red jelly. Placing the glass on the coffee table, he balanced the
bowl of jelly on his knees.  

Ray stabbed the smooth surface with his spoon snickering when the jelly
made a sucking noise as he gathered up a spoonful of the red mixture.
Tasting the jelly. "Don't know what yer missing Mountie," he muttered
digging the spoon into the mixture again. 

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Still confused as to why his lover was furious with him, Benton Fraser
took a deep breath as he put the key into the apartment lock. Ray had hung
up on him before explaining the reason for his anger. Fraser pushed the
door open quietly. "Ray," he called cautiously. "I'm home." 

No answer. Fraser stepped into the darkened apartment placing his stetson
on the table in the hallway. He sniffed the air; the faint aroma of his
favourite casserole filled the apartment. "Oh dear," Fraser thought to
himself as his eyes became accustomed to the darkness. His heart fell as
he noticed that the apartment was unusually clean and tidy with the dining
table set carefully for an intimate dinner for two. "Oh Ray. Why didn't
you tell me?" he murmured as he moved slowly into the living room turning
on the lights. The sight before him made his heart lurch with love and
warmth. 

Ray was laying on the couch, a half eaten bowl of jelly balancing
precariously on his stomach, one arm flung across his forehead, the other
arm dangling off the couch. His thin face was slightly flushed, and his
blonde hair was even wilder than usual. Fraser thought Ray was the most
beautiful creature he had ever seen, and he loved him with all his heart
and soul. 

Fraser quietly made his way around the couch perching on the coffee table
picking up the untouched glass. Sniffing at it, Fraser determined that Ray
had been making himself Margaritas. "Oh dear," he thought as he placed the
glass onto the table to one side. Ray murmured in his sleep as Fraser
removed the bowl of jelly from his stomach. Leaning forward, Fraser kissed
Ray gently on the lips. He smiled to himself; Ray tasted of salt, lime and
alcohol with a hint of orange. "Ray," Fraser whispered stroking the
flushed cheeks. "It's Ben." 

Ray shifted slightly swatting at the hand. "Can't be," he mumbled opening
his eyes slowly. "My Ben's playing wis the ice cream." 

Fraser smirked. "I think you mean the Ice Queen Ray," he corrected. 

Ray's blue eyes focused on Fraser. "Thas what I said," he insisted, his
speech slightly slurred. Sitting up he looked around confused. "Hey.
Where's my Mountie jelly?" 

Fraser cocked his head to one side puzzled. "Mountie jelly?" he asked. 

"Yeh," Ray giggled slumping back onto the couch. "Made it all myself. All
red. Just like my Mountie."  

"Ahhh. I see," Fraser smiled at his lover fondly. He briefly wondered what
he had done to deserve this gentle loving man. Even rumpled looking and
tipsy, Fraser knew that he couldn't live without Ray in his life.  

Ray smiled lazily at Fraser, his eyes slightly glazed. "Bought ya a
present," he lurched to his feet suddenly. Fraser sprung to his feet
steadying his partner as he swayed. 

"Did ya know our apartment spins round?" Ray sniggered grabbing Fraser by
the arms. "Kinda neat. Huh?" 

Fraser adopted his best serious expression on his face. "Ray. Exactly how
many cocktails did you consume?" 

Ray smiled shrugging his shoulders. "May be one. May be more," he teased
starting to dance Fraser around the living room. "Wheeee," he cried
throwing his head backwards as he spun Fraser around in a circle.  

Fraser caught up in Ray's playfulness couldn't help laughing as he let Ray
spin him around the living room, all the time gently supporting the
slender man so he didn't fall. Ray stumbled slightly as he brought them to
an abrupt halt. Swaying slightly, he beamed at Fraser, his blue eyes
sparkling with mischief. Wriggling out of Fraser's embrace, Ray leaned
forward to try and retrieve the Margarita from the coffee table.  

Fraser grabbed Ray around the waist before he hit the floor, hauling him
back to his feet. "Perhaps you ought to lie down again," he suggested. 

"Don't wanna," Ray said stubbornly pulling out of his embrace again
stumbling towards the dining table. "Ya gotta have yer present," he
grabbed the box thrusting it towards Fraser. 

Fraser accepted the box, which had already been opened. Peering inside, he
studied the chocolate figures. A warm feeling bubbled up inside him
knowing that his lover had gotten the chocolates made specially for him.  

He glanced into the box again puzzled. "Ray. This Mountie doesn't appear
to have a head," he pointed to a headless chocolate Mountie. 

"Oops," Ray giggled looking at the chocolate Mountie. "Was pissed at yer.
So I ya know..... kinda bit his head off. Coulda been worse. I was...
gonna drown 'em all in the jelly." 

"I see," Fraser had difficulty suppressing a smirk holding the headless
Mountie up for further inspection. "Perhaps he too lost his head over a
Chicago flatfoot with experimental hair." 

Ray beamed at Fraser stumbling forward. "I love ya," he murmured kissing
Fraser on the nose. "And ya know what....," he pressed his finger
purposefully at Fraser's chest. Fraser shook his head as Ray looked up at
him. "I'd never bite yer head off," Ray finished grinning. 

Placing the chocolate Mountie and the box down on the table. "I am
exceedingly happy to hear that," Fraser answered pulling Ray towards him
wrapping him in a tight embrace kissing the top of the blonde head. "I'm
so sorry I couldn't get away tonight. I wish you had told me that you were
planning a special evening for us," he pointed towards the table. "I would
have tried my hardest to get away earlier. Being here with you is much
more important to me than any stupid Consulate dinner." 

"Don't matter. It's yer job," Ray mumbled. "I just wanted to do something
nice for ya cos yer always doing nice things for me."  

"Oh Ray," Fraser said leaning forward kissing his partner. "I am so sorry.
"I'll make it up to you. I promise." 

Ray dropped his hand rubbing at Fraser's groin. "Whad bout now?" he
breathed claiming Fraser's lips in a passionate kiss which made the
Mountie moan in need. 

Fraser pulled away. "I think you have had too many Margaritas," he teased.


"Haven't," Ray protested starting to dance Fraser towards the bedroom. 

Ray scowled at Fraser as the Mountie broke the embrace. "You go to bed,"
Fraser put his finger on Ray's lips cutting off the protest. "And I'll
just lock up and turn off the lights. Then I'll join you." Ray beamed
broadly kissing Fraser quickly on the lips before dancing off into the
bedroom. 

Fraser moved around the apartment turning off the lights. He made sure
that the apartment was locked. Glancing at the disarray in the small
kitchen, he made a mental note to get up early to tidy up. Satisfied, he
headed towards the bedroom grabbing the box of chocolate Mounties as he
went. 

Fraser sighed to himself at the sight that met him. Quilt drawn down, Ray
was sprawled on the bed naked, his lean body bathed in the soft light from
the bedside lamp. He was fast asleep. 

Fraser quickly removed his clothes laying them neatly on the chair. He
slipped into the bed, and couldn't help smiling to himself when Ray rolled
towards him curling up close, his blonde head resting on his shoulder.
Fraser drew the quilt up over them. 

Fraser considered himself a lucky man; he knew there was no better feeling
than having the person you loved close. He also knew that there would be
plenty of time to make love - the rest of their lives in fact. Ray
murmured in his sleep as Fraser tenderly kissed him. 

Reaching for the box of candy that he had discarded on the bedside table,
he picked out a chocolate Mountie. Silently cursing Inspector Thatcher and
her Consulate dinner parties, Fraser bit the head of the Mountie with
relish. 

  THE END 

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