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Proximity, Spaces, and Extra Limbs by llassah (NC-17)
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Kowalski/Vecchio
Length: 1300 words
Author on LJ:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
llassah
Author Website: I'm not sure
Why this must be read:
To make up for my recent slacking off, here's another Vecchio fic for you. Like most Ray/Ray I've seen, this story is set after Ray Vecchio's inevitable return to Chicago, some time after the series ends. It's smouldering, quick and dirty. There are only 1300 words, and I want to quote them all to you. But let's start with this:
Proximity, Spaces and Extra Limbs
Pairing: Kowalski/Vecchio
Length: 1300 words
Author on LJ:
llassahAuthor Website: I'm not sure
Why this must be read:
To make up for my recent slacking off, here's another Vecchio fic for you. Like most Ray/Ray I've seen, this story is set after Ray Vecchio's inevitable return to Chicago, some time after the series ends. It's smouldering, quick and dirty. There are only 1300 words, and I want to quote them all to you. But let's start with this:
He licked Kowalski’s neck, tasting sweat, smelling soap, washing powder. Those summer days of curtained bowers and clumsy kisses, Irene had smelt of suncream and strawberries. Stella was Chanel No 5 on special days, lavender soap on weekends. Kowalski smelt of himself.
And this:
They solved cases, yeah, played indifferent cop, borderline cop like it was what they’d done for years, bumped shoulders and hips walking, held hushed conversations in dark warm closets, brushed hands. There was an absence, and there was a presence, a revelation, something to be learnt in the way Kowalski moved, smelt, laughed. Ray jerked off with other faces behind his closed eyes.
And this:
They solved cases, yeah, played indifferent cop, borderline cop like it was what they’d done for years, bumped shoulders and hips walking, held hushed conversations in dark warm closets, brushed hands. There was an absence, and there was a presence, a revelation, something to be learnt in the way Kowalski moved, smelt, laughed. Ray jerked off with other faces behind his closed eyes.
Proximity, Spaces and Extra Limbs