It has been a *long* time since I was up to reading dS fic. This is *wonderful*, exceptionally twitchy and lovey and *Ray-y* and the portrait of amnesiac!Fraser got me right in the gut.
Fraser would do anything for him, give him the shirt off his back or the hat off his head. But Fraser's shirts are just worn plaid right now, and he doesn't wear the hat. I love how so much of the opening scenes are structures like this, the if/but of knowing Fraser but Fraser not knowing himself.
Fraser hasn't even introduced tongue into the equation yet, and Ray's already hard. Awwwwwwww.
Then, as if they haven't just been talking about mind-blowing sex, Fraser says, “We should go to the grocer's.” I can *hear* this so well.
MOST OF ALL! I love that Ray can so easily, so quickly, list off all of Fraser's faults. Not only does that *feel* right, it speaks of real love to me.
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Fraser would do anything for him, give him the shirt off his back or the hat off his head. But Fraser's shirts are just worn plaid right now, and he doesn't wear the hat.
I love how so much of the opening scenes are structures like this, the if/but of knowing Fraser but Fraser not knowing himself.
Fraser hasn't even introduced tongue into the equation yet, and Ray's already hard.
Awwwwwwww.
Then, as if they haven't just been talking about mind-blowing sex, Fraser says, “We should go to the grocer's.”
I can *hear* this so well.
MOST OF ALL! I love that Ray can so easily, so quickly, list off all of Fraser's faults. Not only does that *feel* right, it speaks of real love to me.
I really, deeply enjoyed this.