Birthday ficlet for vsee
Aug. 3rd, 2008 11:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
leafy♥ Happy Birthday, Vee! ♥
It has been such a pleasure getting to know you. Your comments, your writing and most of all your friendship are a real source of joy for me and I wish you a truly happy year ahead. ♥ ♥ ♥
(A while ago you made this post - and later mentioned your hope that it would inspire some fic from someone. You may not have been hoping for something quite as silly as this, but.... )
“Print, damn you.”
I look around to see if Fraser’s arrived – computers understand him – but there’s no sign of him yet. Every time I try printing again I get the same stupid error message and I really need to get this done before I go. Fraser fixed this for me the other day. I can’t remember exactly what he said he did, but I do remember I got a pretty good view of his ass sticking out from under the desk while he was busy down there.
I slide off my chair with a sigh and crawl underneath my desk. There’s a couple of cables hanging down that I’m fairly sure should be connected somewhere. Fraser said I fidget so much that it makes them work themselves loose but I reckon Dief must pull them out or something. It’s dark under here and I can’t really see what I need to do. This is reason number five million and seven why I hate computers. The damn things don’t work half the time and when they do they make my eyes go fuzzy real quick.
Sticking my arm out from under the desk, I reach out and up to fetch my glasses. My hand is suddenly stopped by something before it reaches the desk top. I push my palm upwards against whatever’s blocking the way. Fabric, thick and scratchy, soft weight resting on the heel of my hand.
Oh.
I twist my head and look through the space between my body and my arm. Yep, there are the shiny boots...and that’s the edge of his tunic I can feel bumping up against my wrist.
Fraser and I both know we’re building up to something, I think, but blindly groping between his legs in the middle of the squad room hasn’t really been how I saw things progressing between us. Still, it could be worse. It could have been Dewey...or Welsh.
I realize that I haven’t moved and I’ve been...cupping a very vulnerable part of Fraser for about ten seconds now.
Maybe if I stay real still, he’ll just take his balls out of my hand and leave.
“Um, Ray?”
Or maybe not.
I back out from under the desk, pretty sure my face is as red as The Serge. I glance at Fraser, for about half a split second, but he doesn’t look pissed or freaked out, just a bit...curious.
“Um, sorry about that, Fraser. I was looking for my glasses.”
Fraser gives me a look that’s just a bit too innocent to really be innocent.
“Oh, so it was a pair of spectacles you were searching for?”
I don’t believe it. He’s teasing me about this. I wonder if this is going to become a running joke between us and suddenly I see a picture from our future – him pretending to remember the first time I felt him up and me acting annoyed, giving him a hard kiss as I mock growl at him to shut up.
I groan quietly and turn away, still embarrassed. He gets under the desk – and this time I deliberately don’t look. A few seconds later he says “Try it now,” and the printer whirrs into life. As he comes back out I busy myself with shutting down the computer trying to ignore the hot feeling in my face – and my palm.
Fraser pulls the sheet off the printer and I steal a glance at him . He’s obviously still proud of his little joke because he’s doing that lip twitch thing which is like Fraser-speak for clutching his sides and wiping away the tears because he’s laughing so hard. I’d love to see him really let go and laugh like that with me.
“I’ve got some balls,” Dewey shouts across the room.
Fraser raises an amused eyebrow at me. Damn him. Damn him to Canada. And back, obviously.
“You’ve ...you’ve ... ? What?” asks Huey.
“The robbery from the sports store. A crate of soccer balls has shown up at the fitness centre on Le Sac Street. It’s a lead – let’s go. I’ll drive”
“No, I’ll drive.”
“You drove last time...”
They’re so busy arguing as they go through the door they bump into Frannie without even noticing. Mind you, she’s too busy struggling to open a small bag of something or other to be looking where she’s going either.
“Jeez, what are they so testy about?” she complains. Fraser makes a squeaky sound like someone just trod on his toes and I close my eyes, feeling like fate is just kicking me in the head today, over and over again.
Frannie’s finally got the bag open now and the bullpen is quiet enough that I can hear the plastic crinkle as she offers it to Fraser and smiles at him.
“Hey Frase. Interested in some nuts?”
Fraser’s attempt at a cough is too high pitched to be truly convincing, in my expert opinion, but even I’m finding it hard not to laugh now. Definitely time to get out of here – and time to get Fraser out before he bursts something.
I know he doesn’t trust himself enough to speak so I say “Later, Frannie. Thank you kindly,” for both of us and as I put my hand on his shoulder to guide him out I can feel his body shaking with the effort of holding himself back.
We walk to the car without speaking or looking at each other. He gets in first and then the second I close my door behind me he starts to giggle. I turn to look at him and I start giggling too because, yeah, I suppose that whole episode back there was pretty funny, but his laughter is so infectious I just can’t help myself. In the end he actually does have to wipe the tears away – and it’s one of the best things I’ve ever seen.
When we’re done we sit there – breathing kind of hard – and I feel like for the second time today, something weirdly intimate has happened between us. Fraser’s leaning back against the head rest, looking totally relaxed. He puts his hand over mine where it’s resting on the brake. “Your place? There’s a few things I’d like to say...and do.”
I smile back at him. “Yeah, me too. My place it is.”
And off we go.
I look around to see if Fraser’s arrived – computers understand him – but there’s no sign of him yet. Every time I try printing again I get the same stupid error message and I really need to get this done before I go. Fraser fixed this for me the other day. I can’t remember exactly what he said he did, but I do remember I got a pretty good view of his ass sticking out from under the desk while he was busy down there.
I slide off my chair with a sigh and crawl underneath my desk. There’s a couple of cables hanging down that I’m fairly sure should be connected somewhere. Fraser said I fidget so much that it makes them work themselves loose but I reckon Dief must pull them out or something. It’s dark under here and I can’t really see what I need to do. This is reason number five million and seven why I hate computers. The damn things don’t work half the time and when they do they make my eyes go fuzzy real quick.
Sticking my arm out from under the desk, I reach out and up to fetch my glasses. My hand is suddenly stopped by something before it reaches the desk top. I push my palm upwards against whatever’s blocking the way. Fabric, thick and scratchy, soft weight resting on the heel of my hand.
Oh.
I twist my head and look through the space between my body and my arm. Yep, there are the shiny boots...and that’s the edge of his tunic I can feel bumping up against my wrist.
Fraser and I both know we’re building up to something, I think, but blindly groping between his legs in the middle of the squad room hasn’t really been how I saw things progressing between us. Still, it could be worse. It could have been Dewey...or Welsh.
I realize that I haven’t moved and I’ve been...cupping a very vulnerable part of Fraser for about ten seconds now.
Maybe if I stay real still, he’ll just take his balls out of my hand and leave.
“Um, Ray?”
Or maybe not.
I back out from under the desk, pretty sure my face is as red as The Serge. I glance at Fraser, for about half a split second, but he doesn’t look pissed or freaked out, just a bit...curious.
“Um, sorry about that, Fraser. I was looking for my glasses.”
Fraser gives me a look that’s just a bit too innocent to really be innocent.
“Oh, so it was a pair of spectacles you were searching for?”
I don’t believe it. He’s teasing me about this. I wonder if this is going to become a running joke between us and suddenly I see a picture from our future – him pretending to remember the first time I felt him up and me acting annoyed, giving him a hard kiss as I mock growl at him to shut up.
I groan quietly and turn away, still embarrassed. He gets under the desk – and this time I deliberately don’t look. A few seconds later he says “Try it now,” and the printer whirrs into life. As he comes back out I busy myself with shutting down the computer trying to ignore the hot feeling in my face – and my palm.
Fraser pulls the sheet off the printer and I steal a glance at him . He’s obviously still proud of his little joke because he’s doing that lip twitch thing which is like Fraser-speak for clutching his sides and wiping away the tears because he’s laughing so hard. I’d love to see him really let go and laugh like that with me.
“I’ve got some balls,” Dewey shouts across the room.
Fraser raises an amused eyebrow at me. Damn him. Damn him to Canada. And back, obviously.
“You’ve ...you’ve ... ? What?” asks Huey.
“The robbery from the sports store. A crate of soccer balls has shown up at the fitness centre on Le Sac Street. It’s a lead – let’s go. I’ll drive”
“No, I’ll drive.”
“You drove last time...”
They’re so busy arguing as they go through the door they bump into Frannie without even noticing. Mind you, she’s too busy struggling to open a small bag of something or other to be looking where she’s going either.
“Jeez, what are they so testy about?” she complains. Fraser makes a squeaky sound like someone just trod on his toes and I close my eyes, feeling like fate is just kicking me in the head today, over and over again.
Frannie’s finally got the bag open now and the bullpen is quiet enough that I can hear the plastic crinkle as she offers it to Fraser and smiles at him.
“Hey Frase. Interested in some nuts?”
Fraser’s attempt at a cough is too high pitched to be truly convincing, in my expert opinion, but even I’m finding it hard not to laugh now. Definitely time to get out of here – and time to get Fraser out before he bursts something.
I know he doesn’t trust himself enough to speak so I say “Later, Frannie. Thank you kindly,” for both of us and as I put my hand on his shoulder to guide him out I can feel his body shaking with the effort of holding himself back.
We walk to the car without speaking or looking at each other. He gets in first and then the second I close my door behind me he starts to giggle. I turn to look at him and I start giggling too because, yeah, I suppose that whole episode back there was pretty funny, but his laughter is so infectious I just can’t help myself. In the end he actually does have to wipe the tears away – and it’s one of the best things I’ve ever seen.
When we’re done we sit there – breathing kind of hard – and I feel like for the second time today, something weirdly intimate has happened between us. Fraser’s leaning back against the head rest, looking totally relaxed. He puts his hand over mine where it’s resting on the brake. “Your place? There’s a few things I’d like to say...and do.”
I smile back at him. “Yeah, me too. My place it is.”
And off we go.
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