Mine
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Fraser looked at the man sleeping beside him. //Ray. My Ray.// The
detective
had arrived home exhausted from a long, drawn-out surveillance and fallen
immediately in to bed without bothering to undress.

Fraser had undressed his lover, trying not to disturb his sleep too much.
He'd placed Ray's eyeglasses in their (seldom-used) case next to the
bed, locked Ray's gun in a drawer, and thrown his dirty clothes in to
the hamper. Then he'd undressed himself and climbed into bed next to
Ray. He'd thought his partner was still asleep, but then he'd felt a
hand reach out, seeking his. He took Ray's hand and heard a soft mumble
from the detective. 

"Love you, Frase."

Ben smiled and kissed the other man on top of his head. "And I you, Ray."

His Ray.

Always.

End