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dressing bad is like loving you by Snoopypez, Rated R
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Ray Kowalski/Ray Vecchio
Length: 1710
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snoopypez
Author Website: http://snoopypez.livejournal.com/
Why this must be read: I'm reccing this fic because I love love LOVE fics that make Ray Kowalski totally nuts about Vecchio. I love both of them in this; Kowalski is his twitchy, goofball self (I love the way his inner thought process works throughout this fic, it's adorable and so perfectly in character), and Vecchio is sarcastic and complains, and they banter and spark off each other and the fic just snaps. That's one reason I love this pairings so much, and this fic really illustrates that well to me.
And, okay, I won't lie; there is just something very appealing about Kowalski shoving Vecchio against a wall and kissing him, while muttering crazily about how this is all Vecchio's fault for wearing jeans to work. Enjoy!
The point was that things...almost, kind of went back to normal. Until a couple days later, when Vecchio showed up near the end of their shifts.
In jeans again.
Ray looked up from his desk and promptly made a sound that some people might consider a squeak. So that was fun. Vecchio's partner glanced in his direction; Ray glared, hackles automatically rising.
He was still glaring when, minutes or seconds or maybe light-years later, Ray pushed Vecchio up against the building wall outside. In the alley, for god's sake; he wasn't even sure how they got there.
"Okay, what is—this, what is this?" he demanded, waved an arm up and down at Vecchio like a demented game show presenter.
Vecchio gave him a look like Ray was the crazy one. Which, okay, fine. That was valid.
"I haven't even seen you all day," Vecchio said at length. "You gotta explain your fits a little better."
It wasn't fair. Vecchio looked—he looked just as comfortable in normal clothes as he did in his usual fancy-schmancy stuff, and how annoying was that? He didn't even have the decency to look out of his element.
"This--this whole 'oh, let me wear normal stuff like a normal guy all out of nowhere and confuse the hell outta Kowalski' thing! That, what is, what is that? What are you doing?"
Ray poked Vecchio in the chest once, twice. Feeling crazy all over again, he added, "Do you even own jeans?"
"'Course I do," Vecchio said, glancing down at where Ray was still poking him. "What, you think I stole these and would you stop?!" He smacked at Ray's hand, gave an unreadable expression. Curiosity, maybe.
"Answer the question!" Ray said, flailing a little. He got in Vecchio's face, which was a mistake; because wow, his eyes were really green close up, even in a darkened alley with very little light.
"I just did--oh." Vecchio flattened himself against the wall a bit, then shrugged like he wasn't at all bothered by Ray's attack. "Undercover assignment. Woulda stuck out otherwise."
Oh. Well. That made an impossible amount of sense, and now Ray was kind of embarrassed. Because they were detectives; of course it was an undercover thing, and what was his deal anyway?
Dressing Bad is Like Loving You
Pairing: Ray Kowalski/Ray Vecchio
Length: 1710
Author on LJ:
snoopypez Author Website: http://snoopypez.livejournal.com/
Why this must be read: I'm reccing this fic because I love love LOVE fics that make Ray Kowalski totally nuts about Vecchio. I love both of them in this; Kowalski is his twitchy, goofball self (I love the way his inner thought process works throughout this fic, it's adorable and so perfectly in character), and Vecchio is sarcastic and complains, and they banter and spark off each other and the fic just snaps. That's one reason I love this pairings so much, and this fic really illustrates that well to me.
And, okay, I won't lie; there is just something very appealing about Kowalski shoving Vecchio against a wall and kissing him, while muttering crazily about how this is all Vecchio's fault for wearing jeans to work. Enjoy!
The point was that things...almost, kind of went back to normal. Until a couple days later, when Vecchio showed up near the end of their shifts.
In jeans again.
Ray looked up from his desk and promptly made a sound that some people might consider a squeak. So that was fun. Vecchio's partner glanced in his direction; Ray glared, hackles automatically rising.
He was still glaring when, minutes or seconds or maybe light-years later, Ray pushed Vecchio up against the building wall outside. In the alley, for god's sake; he wasn't even sure how they got there.
"Okay, what is—this, what is this?" he demanded, waved an arm up and down at Vecchio like a demented game show presenter.
Vecchio gave him a look like Ray was the crazy one. Which, okay, fine. That was valid.
"I haven't even seen you all day," Vecchio said at length. "You gotta explain your fits a little better."
It wasn't fair. Vecchio looked—he looked just as comfortable in normal clothes as he did in his usual fancy-schmancy stuff, and how annoying was that? He didn't even have the decency to look out of his element.
"This--this whole 'oh, let me wear normal stuff like a normal guy all out of nowhere and confuse the hell outta Kowalski' thing! That, what is, what is that? What are you doing?"
Ray poked Vecchio in the chest once, twice. Feeling crazy all over again, he added, "Do you even own jeans?"
"'Course I do," Vecchio said, glancing down at where Ray was still poking him. "What, you think I stole these and would you stop?!" He smacked at Ray's hand, gave an unreadable expression. Curiosity, maybe.
"Answer the question!" Ray said, flailing a little. He got in Vecchio's face, which was a mistake; because wow, his eyes were really green close up, even in a darkened alley with very little light.
"I just did--oh." Vecchio flattened himself against the wall a bit, then shrugged like he wasn't at all bothered by Ray's attack. "Undercover assignment. Woulda stuck out otherwise."
Oh. Well. That made an impossible amount of sense, and now Ray was kind of embarrassed. Because they were detectives; of course it was an undercover thing, and what was his deal anyway?
Dressing Bad is Like Loving You
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um. hi? :D?
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I loooooooooove this story :D
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