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Domestic Bliss: or, the Mating Habits of the Domesticated (Northern) Werewolf
For: Due South
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski Semi-Almost-Established Couple Fic.
Warnings: Language and sexing. Some pretty vanilla kink. Sequel-ish to "Moonlight and Coffee".
Summary: Domestic!kink. About a year ago (a year ago!) I wrote a remixed Fraser-as-a-werewolf story, and promised porn to follow. I started the porny sequel, based on one line from the original story, and then got distracted by various things. So here it is, twelve months late and done in a hurry.
The quote: Ray was wearing the same shirt he had worn yesterday, faded black cotton with dark stains beneath his arms. He had not done his laundry, and Fraser thought of offering to do it for him, his face heating at simply the idea of washing Ray’s clothing, of presuming to ask for something so intimate. He shifted, embarrassed at his own foolishness, grateful for once that Ray that had been so distant lately. It meant that at least Ray would never know how warmly Fraser thought of the domestic pleasures of detergent and matched socks.
Then he thought, not for the first time, that he made a very poor werewolf indeed.
It's done! Yay. That's all I care about. :) Follow the 30 Rock reference to read it...
( werewolf barmitzvah. boys into men. men into wolves )
For: Due South
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski Semi-Almost-Established Couple Fic.
Warnings: Language and sexing. Some pretty vanilla kink. Sequel-ish to "Moonlight and Coffee".
Summary: Domestic!kink. About a year ago (a year ago!) I wrote a remixed Fraser-as-a-werewolf story, and promised porn to follow. I started the porny sequel, based on one line from the original story, and then got distracted by various things. So here it is, twelve months late and done in a hurry.
The quote: Ray was wearing the same shirt he had worn yesterday, faded black cotton with dark stains beneath his arms. He had not done his laundry, and Fraser thought of offering to do it for him, his face heating at simply the idea of washing Ray’s clothing, of presuming to ask for something so intimate. He shifted, embarrassed at his own foolishness, grateful for once that Ray that had been so distant lately. It meant that at least Ray would never know how warmly Fraser thought of the domestic pleasures of detergent and matched socks.
Then he thought, not for the first time, that he made a very poor werewolf indeed.
It's done! Yay. That's all I care about. :) Follow the 30 Rock reference to read it...
( werewolf barmitzvah. boys into men. men into wolves )
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