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Sign Language by SD Wolfpup (R)
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sdwolfpup
Author Website: Howling at the Sky
Why this must be read:
This is another of my very favorite dS fics, and another one I'm thrilled to be able to rec—it completely sold me on Fraser/Vecchio even before the show had managed to. It reads amazingly like an episode: SDW's Fraser and Ray voices are fantastic, and there's Dief and Dead!Bob and a stakeout and a bizarre imprisonment and a running joke about loquats and possible nefarious activities on the part of Girl Scouts, and I lost count of the number of times I laughed out loud while reading it. And then, running underneath all of that, there's a sweet, swoon-inducing love story—illustrating at every turn just how well these guys know each other, how well they work together, how bad they want each other, and how unsure they are of exactly what to do about that—culminating in a breathtaking slow burn of a first time. Which, of course, makes it even better than an episode.
An excerpt:
Fraser’s stomach rumbled low, but it was loud in the quiet of the car. Ray nodded his head towards the glove compartment, where Fraser found a chocolate bar inside. He stared at it for a second and then put it back, deciding to wait until dawn and a filling, fresh-cooked breakfast.
Besides, Ray was curling his pinky finger around Fraser’s, a gentle, halting movement, as though he expected Fraser to pull away at any second. Fraser kept his hand still and stared out the windshield; in his peripheral vision, he saw Ray doing the same. It was even quieter now that Diefenbaker had stopped snoring, and Ray’s quick breathing was harsh and loud. Fraser’s eyes made the track of the warehouse in time with the touch of Ray’s fingers over his hand. Top left, gentle brush over the tops of Fraser’s fingers; across the roof towards the right, firmer now, but still soft as they caressed Fraser’s knuckles; down the right to the ground, Ray’s palm pressing against the back of Fraser’s hand; back to the left, and Ray’s hand covered Fraser’s entirely, the fingers curled around his, his palm warm and a little sweaty on Fraser’s hand.
It was quiet for a long time while they sat like that, and Fraser counted Ray’s fast heartbeats through his hand. Unless those were his own, pounding strong and quick.
Ray took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, his leg pressing firmly against Fraser’s. “Car stakeouts ain’t all bad though, right?” he asked, his voice going a little too high at the end.
Find it here: Sign Language (link goes to Part I; Part II is linked at the end of the entry)
If you enjoy the story, don't forget to leave feedback!
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Author on LJ:
sdwolfpupAuthor Website: Howling at the Sky
Why this must be read:
This is another of my very favorite dS fics, and another one I'm thrilled to be able to rec—it completely sold me on Fraser/Vecchio even before the show had managed to. It reads amazingly like an episode: SDW's Fraser and Ray voices are fantastic, and there's Dief and Dead!Bob and a stakeout and a bizarre imprisonment and a running joke about loquats and possible nefarious activities on the part of Girl Scouts, and I lost count of the number of times I laughed out loud while reading it. And then, running underneath all of that, there's a sweet, swoon-inducing love story—illustrating at every turn just how well these guys know each other, how well they work together, how bad they want each other, and how unsure they are of exactly what to do about that—culminating in a breathtaking slow burn of a first time. Which, of course, makes it even better than an episode.
An excerpt:
Fraser’s stomach rumbled low, but it was loud in the quiet of the car. Ray nodded his head towards the glove compartment, where Fraser found a chocolate bar inside. He stared at it for a second and then put it back, deciding to wait until dawn and a filling, fresh-cooked breakfast.
Besides, Ray was curling his pinky finger around Fraser’s, a gentle, halting movement, as though he expected Fraser to pull away at any second. Fraser kept his hand still and stared out the windshield; in his peripheral vision, he saw Ray doing the same. It was even quieter now that Diefenbaker had stopped snoring, and Ray’s quick breathing was harsh and loud. Fraser’s eyes made the track of the warehouse in time with the touch of Ray’s fingers over his hand. Top left, gentle brush over the tops of Fraser’s fingers; across the roof towards the right, firmer now, but still soft as they caressed Fraser’s knuckles; down the right to the ground, Ray’s palm pressing against the back of Fraser’s hand; back to the left, and Ray’s hand covered Fraser’s entirely, the fingers curled around his, his palm warm and a little sweaty on Fraser’s hand.
It was quiet for a long time while they sat like that, and Fraser counted Ray’s fast heartbeats through his hand. Unless those were his own, pounding strong and quick.
Ray took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, his leg pressing firmly against Fraser’s. “Car stakeouts ain’t all bad though, right?” he asked, his voice going a little too high at the end.
Find it here: Sign Language (link goes to Part I; Part II is linked at the end of the entry)
If you enjoy the story, don't forget to leave feedback!
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Now go tell SDW! *nudges you* ;)
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