It Happened One Spring Night     This is another submission to the due
writings. It is the further adventures of Fraser and Monica. All
disclaimers apply here. Much thanks to Alliance and the creators of due
South for all the fun we are having!! Contains m/f interaction.  This is a
romantic comedy of sorts It Happened One Spring Night  by L. Ross "Monica,
I am afraid I have some rather upsetting news." Fraser said as he began
shuffling the stack of papers on top his desk. "I will be unable to pick
you up for the reception tonight. I hope you won't mind driving yourself?"
"Don't scare me like Fraser! I thought you were going to cancel. Oh course
I don't mind. I'll be there about 8:30. This way you can finish up with
whatever it is that the Inspector has you up to your neck in!" she said
with a sarcastic tone. "Now Monica, she is my superior officer and I do
have my orders," he said firmly "I know she is, Fraser. What is it this
time? Passport fraud, a theft,..... no wait DRY CLEANING....... right!"
she said quickly. "You know Monica, I can't have you pouting about this!
Duty calls, such as it might be." His tone was changing. Monica realized
she had better drop the subject. But not before she added just one more
thing. After all sometimes it was necessary to push him just a little. It
was for his own good. "In the words of Ray Vecchio, don't be a sap,
Benny!" she added anyway. There was only silence on the other end. Maybe
she had pushed too far. After all for some strange reason Fraser actually
cared about Inspector Thatcher. It seemed the more she pushed his face in
the dirt , the more he felt he had to prove himself. He was almost driven!
She continued " I love you. You do know that don't you?" "Yes Monica, and
I love you too. You must understand that I am still on probation . I have
to do everything in my power to show Inspector Thatcher that I am a good
officer" he said. "Ben." she sighed "You are a wonderful and successful
mountie! Your record, although a bit unconventional, proves this. You
*Always get your man*....Oh, I forgot .. you always *Maintain the right!*
And maintaining the right doesn't constitute getting dry cleaning for your
superior officer! Your talents they are *a wasting*!! I love you and I'll
see you about 8:30.......Bye." "I'll see you then. Bye" he hung the phone
up.
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The consulate was busy with people greeting one another. Classical music
filled the rooms. The lights were dimmed to burn as candles. Some people
were dancing, others drinking champagne or eating very expensive food. The
Inspector was mingling with her guests and top officials of the Canadian
and American governments. Meanwhile Constable Fraser was upstairs in his
office, pacing. He came down the stairs. Smiling and greeting those he
passed. All the while his eyes were canvassing the room. Looking hard. It
was 8:45pm and Fraser was pacing the floor again. Looking at his watch he
gave a loud sigh. It was now 8:48pm, where was she? He began pacing again.
As he went to the phone he noticed her. He looked up as she entered the
door. He couldn't help himself, he smiled. It seemed every time he saw her
she grew more lovely. Her hair was loosely tied up. With ringlets softly
framing her angelic face. He looked into her eyes. They caught one another
in a romantic gaze! She smiled in only the way she could. He slowly licked
his lower lip back and forth. He had discovered that was all he needed to
do to have his way! Her eyes closed firmly and her head slightly tilted
back. She opened her eyes and took a deep breath. As she began walking
toward him, Fraser stood tall. He was so incredible standing there in his
red dress uniform! The power and authority he generated. She couldn't help
herself. She was totally committed to this man. Why was it that he had
such control over her. He was like a giant magnet slowly drawing her near.
His eyes glanced down her shoulders and continued their way down her
entire body. Slowly, as not to miss a single curve. He found her dress to
be very seductive. This was going to be a very long night he thought! He
could only imagine himself holding her. Kissing her. Loving her tenderly.
Her dress was made of the darkest blue velvet. The dress was designed so
that it hung just off her sleek shoulders. Cut low to expose just a bit of
her full breasts. The air softly filled with the scent of her perfume. As
she drew nearer to him the noisy room began to clear of all sound. They
stood before each other surrounded by people. Yet it was as if they were
they only two who existed. Tonight was going to be magical! Taking her
right hand, Fraser placed it in his left arm. He escorted her into the
main hall of the consulate. They made such an attractive couple. As they
began to walk, Fraser moved his head close to hers and whispered. "Might I
say how breathtaking you look tonight?" giving her hand a slight squeeze.
"Funny, I was just thinking the very same thing about you, Constable." she
kissed him on his cheek. "Would you like to dance, Miss McKinnon?" he
asked. "Thank you, I do believe I would," she smiled. As he took her into
his arms she felt whole again. This was the one place that she felt
complete. She watched his face closely. Memorizing every part. Burning it
into her mind so that she would never forget. Not that she would ever be
able to forget him. Benton Fraser was the kind of man that a woman would
*never* get over. She loved this man who held her so close. She knew that
there was so much yet that she didn't know about him. Things that he kept
deep within his soul. But she knew in time that he would completely open
himself up to her. He would let her enter that deep space in his heart
that Victoria had burned. How much she loved him. She was amazed by his
unwavering strength. She admired his very archaic way of life. His sense
of loyalty and duty only served to make him more endearing in her eyes.
She would spend the rest of her life with him if he would let her. How
could it be possible that she was the lucky one to be by his side? To love
him and have his love in return? She was the one to spend her days and
nights with him. To kiss him and make love to him. Why had the heavens
smiled upon her? She knew that so many other women wanted him. Some went
to unbelievable lengths to win his affections. Some just lusted after him!
And who could blame them!! After all, a woman would have to be legally
blind and wear glasses six inches thick not to desire Fraser! But there
she was, dancing in his arms. He swept her around the dance floor! This
was truly a magical night! The night lasted well into the early hours of
the morning. As the last of the guests left the consulate Fraser closed
and locked the doors. The only people to remain was the catering company.
They hurriedly cleaned up. Fraser smiled and held his hand out for Monica.
She placed her hand in his tenderly. He pulled her close. Looking around
the room to see if anyone was watching, he stole a kiss. Monica was
pressed against the huge glass framed doors. Fraser had his hands pressed
against the doors. Her arms were around his waist. Fraser kissed her
forehead, her nose, then her cheeks! He sighed and cleared his throat.
Pulling himself off of her he looked down at his boots. Just as he was
about to speak the manager of the catering company entered the room.
Fraser stood up straight and pulled at his uniform trying to make it fit
correctly. "We are all finished here, sir." he said to Fraser. "Well, then
here is the check. Thank you kindly for your services. You did an
outstanding job this evening! I hope you have a safe trip home. Thank you
again." Fraser was pushing the man toward the kitchen area. It was obvious
that he wanted the entire crew out of the consulate immediately! As the
last man left the building he quickly locked the back entrance. And began
his security check of the entire building. As he passed Monica he grabbed
her and kissed her hard. "Don't you move!" he commanded. "Yes, sir,
Constable Fraser, sir!" she answered giving a slight salute. He ran up the
stairs. Taking them three at a time. He turned off the lights and checked
all the windows. He did not double and triple check everything as he
usually did. Once was enough for tonight! He ran down the stairs. Stopping
at the last one he looked at Monica. He smiled. She smiled. He bent his
head and cocked his eyebrows. She knew what was next! Fraser went to the
hall closet and retrieved her wrap. As he placed it over her shoulder he
pulled her close, crossing his arms around her. He kissed her neck. Her
skin was warm and tasted good to him. He gently bit her. Licking up and
down her neck with each bite. This sent shivers up and down her body. He
had never been so firm in his passion before. Monica closed her eyes and
moaned. Her knees were about to give out on her when he released her. He
opened the door for her. Motioning for her to step out. The night air was
cool still. Spring had just arrived. Even Chicago seemed different in the
spring. Some how friendlier. Fraser locked the front doors. Monica placed
her arms around his waist and kissed his back. He turned around still in
her hold. She looked up at him. He took her face in his hands. Drew her
lips close to his and kissed her hard and passionately! It was a very long
hard wanton kiss. He could have taken her right then and there. But he
could not allow himself this pleasure! How would that have been, to get
caught in an uncompromising situation right in front of the consulate! He
couldn't allow himself to be that daring. As much as he wanted it, it
couldn't. Finally he took her by the hand and they began a slow walk home.
He was taking her back to his apartment. Soon his pace picked up. Until he
was almost at a run. Only one block left until they reached his apartment.
He was not by her side as he usually was. Instead he was several paces
ahead of her. He reached the front entrance to his apartment and stood
there with the door open. As she got closer Monica noticed an impatient
look upon his face. He extended his arm forward as to let her in. Quickly
passing her and racing up the stairs. What had come over him she thought
to herself?! As Monica reached the first set of stairs she heard Fraser
running back down. He stood at the first landing with one hand on his hip
the other on the railing. He turned and began climbing. He was never far
from her. Always he walked next to her or just a step ahead of her! What
was going on here? She could hear him taking the stairs several at a time
then quickly returning to her again. She looked up and saw Fraser standing
there. Looking like Peter Pan with both hands on his hips and his feet
spread apart. One foot was tapping. She shook her head and continued her
climb. Once again he raced upward. Then she heard an enormous sigh and
what sounded like a herd of horses. Fraser met her at the top of the
second landing. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her up the
remaining stairs. Still taking them two at a time. All the while giving
her a look that told her that this was a man with only one thing on his
mind! She looked at him wide eyed! He looked almost devilish! He tried to
open the door to his apartment. Fumbled. With his right foot he kicked
open the door and stepped in. His chest stuck out! His breathing becoming
heavy. Not from carrying Monica. Rather from his desirous thoughts! Taking
several steps he tossed Monica onto his bed. Recovering from the sudden
jolt she looked in amazement! There he was standing in front of her.
Almost scaring her. He took his stetson off and flung it across the room
as if it were a frisbee. It ricocheted off the wall and hit the window.
Landing on the floor. Diefenbaker sat straight up and made an odd sounding
noise. He tilted his head to one side and watched Fraser. He too was in
disbelief! Fraser speedily unlaced his boots and threw them behind him.
One over each shoulder. One landed in the kitchen sink. Breaking a glass!
The other landed on a shelf. Monica and Dief looked at each other then
back to Fraser! He had begun to unfasten his belt strap. He looked like he
was in an old kung fu movie! His hands moving in several directions at
once! Monica's mouth dropped open as he tossed the belt to the side.
Fraser's facial expression never wavered. His eyes had been fixed on
Monica this entire time. He never seemed to blink. His right eyebrow
cocked and his mouth smiled only slightly. The belt landed on Dief ,who
quickly exited into the safety of the dining area. Hiding by the
refrigerator! Monica's eyes once again were on Fraser. He grabbed his
tunic and ripped it opened. Her head picked up in shock and her mouth was
opened wider still! Buttons flew in all directions! They hit the floor
making a clinging and clanking sound! In seconds Fraser had removed his
trousers and shirt. Still never changing his facial expression. He stopped
for a moment. Slowly moving his head to the left. His eyes never leaving
Monica's face. His smile got bigger! He took a few steps toward her. This
was a man who knew exactly what he wanted! As he moved in *for the kill*,
Monica suddenly began to giggle. She couldn't help herself. She suddenly
found herself replaying the past few moments over again in her mind. The
harder she tried to stop the more she couldn't. The closer he got the
harder she laughed. Soon she couldn't control herself! She grabbed her
stomach and fell backwards on his bed. Her laughter got louder. When she
looked up she saw Fraser standing there near her. She pulled herself up
and wiped the tears from her eyes. She pressed her two lips firmly
together trying not to laugh! Fraser had once again straightened up. This
time the expression on his face had changed. His tongue was moving rapidly
between his lips . His head slightly nodding up and down. His left hand
was on his hip. With his right thumb extended he stroked his eyebrow
several times. He cleared his throat several times. Monica place her hand
over her mouth trying to fight back the laughter. She was failing
miserably! "I'm sorry , Ben!" she managed between laughs " I just can't
help it. You.... looked ....so cute!! You tossed the stetson. Then the
belt....hit.. Dief...and then the BUTTONS !" She once again fell back on
the bed. Fraser walked into the kitchen. Monica got up and followed him
in. She tried to touch his arm but he moved away into the dining area.
Dief exited. Not sure if it was safe yet. Monica followed Fraser close
behind. " Oh come on Fraser don't be upset. It was so cute." she said.
Fraser pivoted around and glared at her. He was really upset! He walked to
his bed and removed his bed rolled. Monica was standing in the archway
between the two rooms. She wasn't laughing anymore! Fraser tossed the
bedroll onto the floor near where Dief was. He unrolled it with his foot.
He turned to Monica and gave her a look! He went back to the bed for a
pillow. After tossing it down on the floor he laid down. Monica was
standing there. In shock! She couldn't believe he was really mad! She went
to him and tried to cuddle with him. Fraser folded his arms and tightened
his body. She stroked his hair and kissed his neck and ear. He was
unwavering in his determination to teach her a lesson! He rolled over on
his right side. She moved to fit her body against his. She tried to slide
her knee between his legs. He only crossed them at the ankle and tightened
his grip. She begged and pleaded but it did her no good. How could he
remove himself from all her advances. It must be apart of that mountie
training he received! Finally she gave up and just laid curled up against
his back. She nuzzled her nose against the back of his neck. He smiled.
Not letting on to her that he was oddly enjoying himself! Strangely, he
enjoyed teaching her this lesson! He fell sleep with a smile on his face.
She fell asleep with a pouty lip. Just as the sun barely lit the sky
Monica opened her eyes. Her vision was filled with his beautiful face. He
was lying on his back. His hands were folded on his chest. His hair looked
wild. As she watched him sleep. She couldn't help but feel regretful for
last night. Although she still thought it funny! She tenderly kissed his
arm. He stirred. She moved closer. Letting her warm naked flesh touch his.
Slowly she climbed on top of him. He smiled. His eyes still shut. His
hands roamed up and down her soft back. She leaned down and kissed him
hard. Forcing her tongue into his mouth. He pulled her down so that her
breasts caressed his chest. She ran her fingers through his hair. He
moaned loudly. She slid down slightly so that he could enter her body.
They moved in unison as the heat from their bodies intensified. As they
both peaked Fraser held her tightly. His faced buried deep in her neck.
She rolled off of him. Laid nestled next to him in his arms. Her head was
on his chest. She listened to the beating of his heart as it slowed its
tempo down. He left his fingers intertwined with her hair. As the sun
light filled his apartment they held each other tightly. Both drunk in
their desire for each other. Wanting to never let go. The End E-mail:
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