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Controlled Burn, by Cara Chapel (NC-17)
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Ray Vecchio
Length: 8K
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cara_chapel
Author Website: author's work on DSA
Why this must be read:
Wow! This is an UST-filled PWP that manages to make you pant with it's hotness and at the same time makes your heart clench with emotion. It's also filled with beautiful language and a lovely appreciation for Ray Vecchio.
His happiness is mine, jealously and secretly shared. I gather wood, wandering to intersect his path deliberately though there is less dry wood to be had near the glacial stones of the dry riverbed he has found.
I wonder where it arises, from what hidden fount in his heart. It is nearly always there. It's brighter today, clearer, not muddied by the troubles of our jobs.
Words flow from him like water, threats and jibes and comments on his own observations. It puzzles me that he accuses me of constant talk when he is so often like a river in flood, rolling to the sea. I am quiet and present, the boulder that focuses the chatter of the torrent. He fails to notice, supporting my theory that it is often this way with us; he merely requires an occasional word or opinion to run up against, so that he can have the train of his thoughts broken into ripples and wander in new patterns, diverted and redirected.
I leave my armload of wood piled next to the tidy ring of stones. His shoulder brushes mine as he stands to stretch; he hardly notices the tiny flint-and-stone spark of contact, but I do. As always, it threatens to catch in the dry tinder of my soul. In his presence, I smother the flame. As always.
Controlled Burn
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Ray Vecchio
Length: 8K
Author on LJ:
cara_chapelAuthor Website: author's work on DSA
Why this must be read:
Wow! This is an UST-filled PWP that manages to make you pant with it's hotness and at the same time makes your heart clench with emotion. It's also filled with beautiful language and a lovely appreciation for Ray Vecchio.
His happiness is mine, jealously and secretly shared. I gather wood, wandering to intersect his path deliberately though there is less dry wood to be had near the glacial stones of the dry riverbed he has found.
I wonder where it arises, from what hidden fount in his heart. It is nearly always there. It's brighter today, clearer, not muddied by the troubles of our jobs.
Words flow from him like water, threats and jibes and comments on his own observations. It puzzles me that he accuses me of constant talk when he is so often like a river in flood, rolling to the sea. I am quiet and present, the boulder that focuses the chatter of the torrent. He fails to notice, supporting my theory that it is often this way with us; he merely requires an occasional word or opinion to run up against, so that he can have the train of his thoughts broken into ripples and wander in new patterns, diverted and redirected.
I leave my armload of wood piled next to the tidy ring of stones. His shoulder brushes mine as he stands to stretch; he hardly notices the tiny flint-and-stone spark of contact, but I do. As always, it threatens to catch in the dry tinder of my soul. In his presence, I smother the flame. As always.
Controlled Burn
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