ds_slash | Fic: Morning (F/K, R)

Title: Morning
Author: Sara
Email addy: sara_merry99 at livejournal dot com
Rating: R
Summary: Is it a good morning or not?
Disclaimer: They're not my guys, alas for them and for me.
Author's Notes:

ladyivy betaed this for me! Thanks!
Word Count: 795

It was a good morning. No, it was a great morning.

It shouldn't have been. I mean, I had to be at work bright and early, clocked in and ready to go right on time. And it wasn't even for a case or anything. That might be fun, or at least interesting. No, no, as I was leaving the night before Welsh told me I wasn't getting any new cases, not even if the President himself asked for me, until I wrapped up the paperwork on the Sneddon case. Shit. Fifty-three witness interviews to type up. Shit. To top that off, if the light filtering in through my bedroom window was any indication, it had snowed the night before and it was going to be slushy and crappy out on the streets.

None of that could phase me though as I lay in my bed looking out the frosted window into the grey beyond. It had been a great night, a night of pizza and hockey and Fraser finally, finally, giving me the man behind the Mountie.

He had curled up behind me in his sleep, holding me close to his big chest. I touched his hand where it lay on my naked belly, felt his soft cock tucked up to my bare ass, felt the soft rhythm of his breathing on the back of my neck. And wasn't that just a kick in the head. Me, naked in bed with Benton Fraser.

Greatness.

I rolled over to look at him and I swear, even in the grey light, he shone like gold. Beautiful. His face was peaceful, quiet. All the tension, all the self-restraint and self-control, required to be Constable Benton Fraser, R.C.M.P., perfect representative of Canada, was gone. In his sleeping face, I could see hints of the glazed look in his eyes when I went down on him, the grimace of ecstasy when I slid inside him, the gentleness of his lips as he kissed my eyelids afterwards. Just Benton.

I traced the shape of his jaw, letting the feel of his morning stubble wake up my fingers. God, the rough prickle felt good. It should have felt just like my own stubble, but somehow it didn't. Somehow it wasn't the same at all.

When my fingers moved from the roughness of his jaw to trace the smoothness of his lips, his eyes flew open and his muscles tensed. I smiled at him to let him know I was good with the whole us-naked-in-bed thing, so if he was gonna be freaking out he'd be doing it on his own.

He searched my face, his face as still and quiet as it was after I decked him a few months ago; it was like he was looking for something. I wasn't sure what he was searching for, but it didn't look like he was finding it. Maybe not greatness after all.

I held my breath. This was it, the make or break moment. Getting him into my bed, hell getting him to kiss me was hard, harder than it had been with Stella by far, but this was the moment where he could decide to accept the new situation, or decide to run. I didn't much like having my whole future in his hands, like it'd been in Stella's hands when I asked her to marry me, when she asked me for a divorce.

Before I'd held my breath long enough to really feel it, he licked his lips, and asked, his voice wavering just a little, "You're sure about this, Ray?," like it was even possible that I'd say no to him.

I snorted. "Hell yeah, Frase. Hell yeah." I flicked my eyes down to where my hand rested on his naked chest for just a second before asking, "How about you?", feeling like I did when I couldn't tell if Stell was mad at me or not.

He didn't answer me with words. Which was good, because I'm not sure I would have believed words. Words were Stella's thing and she lied as often as she told the truth. He answered me with a smile, like the sun had come out and Chicago was going to be summer warm and sunny. He answered me by pushing against me until I was lying on my back and he was over me, strong and solid, kissing me into the mattress.

Kissing me into the great good morning.