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crack_van2007-03-16 10:20 pm
aingeal8c.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2007-03-16 10:20 pm
Thinking by 71RivLover (PG)
Fandom: due South
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: N/A
Why this must be read:
This is a short fic but it packs a lot in. It;s a simple concept whilst sitting next to Ray in the Riv Fraser finds himself thinking about Ray. It's a lovely Fraser POV and you can hear his voice clearly. It also has two of my favourite elements - a Riv moment and a description of a routine between friends. It has a sequel Thinking II but this is lovely on it's own.
I find myself thinking more and more of him everyday.
I find myself...wanting.
Right now I sit beside him, in his car. I watch his hands, beautiful hands, as they steer through the heavy Chicago rush hour traffic. I watch them every morning as he drives me to work, watches as he waves them in the air when he's talking to some one, usually me, and getting exasperated. Watching the long slender fingers curl around the wheel, wondering what they would feel like curling around...
Thinking
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: N/A
Why this must be read:
This is a short fic but it packs a lot in. It;s a simple concept whilst sitting next to Ray in the Riv Fraser finds himself thinking about Ray. It's a lovely Fraser POV and you can hear his voice clearly. It also has two of my favourite elements - a Riv moment and a description of a routine between friends. It has a sequel Thinking II but this is lovely on it's own.
I find myself thinking more and more of him everyday.
I find myself...wanting.
Right now I sit beside him, in his car. I watch his hands, beautiful hands, as they steer through the heavy Chicago rush hour traffic. I watch them every morning as he drives me to work, watches as he waves them in the air when he's talking to some one, usually me, and getting exasperated. Watching the long slender fingers curl around the wheel, wondering what they would feel like curling around...
Thinking
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