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For [livejournal.com profile] pearl_o, who asked people to post some fannish squee, I am sticking up the first few bits of my contribution to the Favorite Fanfic Moments, DS Edition. There will be more to come, but I was having social life this evening and didn't get finished...

Indulgence, by [livejournal.com profile] kaneko: Such a very hot story throughout, but I especially love the moment when Fraser's being all Mr. Dominant alpha-guy, and suddenly finds himself knocked over and with Ray's gun stuck in his ear.
Fraser was reminded him of a time he had tracked a cougar suspected of attacking a fisherman. He had followed it to the edge of a river, where the trail ended, and had realised immediately that the river would be impossible to cross without a boat; the water was ice-cold, and churning in a way which suggested a swift current, and rapids ahead. He had been about to turn back, when he had heard a growl behind him. The cougar had doubled back and trapped Fraser between itself and the water. It had looked at him, as Ray was looking at him now; confidently, knowingly. And just like Ray, it had been beautiful, kinetic, and utterly unpredictable.

Ray pushed himself into a sitting position, one slow graceful movement. "I could take you if I wanted to. I can take whatever you dish out and then some." His voice softened fractionally. "It's not actually pointed at you. I just *could*. If I wanted to."


Adorned, by Resonant: Well, hell, the whole thing, which I practically have by heart. But maybe especially Ray giving Fraser the bracelets, and the moment when he wakes up in the dark and sees Fraser standing in the doorway, looking at him, and remembers how he had to learn to enjoy being looked at:
The first time Fraser did this, Ray made a bunch of excuses about looking the way he looks, and Fraser actually spoke a bit sharply to make him stop. The second time, he did all his apologizing mentally, but Fraser must have felt it in his muscles.

After that, Fraser seemed to consider it his duty to more or less introduce Ray to himself. The cup of his hipbone. The exact spot on his belly where hair gives way to no-hair. The slight difference between the color of his nipples and the color of his mouth, and the way they both get darker when kissed. Fraser told him about all these things, hotly and at length, until he made a gift of Ray's own body and wrapped it up and gave it to him.


Acharnment, by A.C. Chapin: Again, the whole thing, but especially the bit where Fraser goes into the alley with a hooker, gets sandbagged, and has to call Ray Vecchio to come pick him up:
"When I . . . tried to leave, she hit me with a brick and took my wallet." That wallet Ray had given him because it was too embarrassing to be seen with a man who kept his money in his hat.

Her hands had been delicate and cool and impersonal, feeling around in the pockets of his jeans, finding only the wallet and a clean handkerchief. And when she could have killed him, just ended it there, she had run away, left him leaning against that grimy wall.

"So then what?"

"I called you." After wandering for an hour or more, wondering how many more days, months, before he *would* be willing to pay, just for touch.

(To be continued...)
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