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Mine
By Iris Gray
Fraser looked at the man sleeping beside him. //Ray. My Ray.// The detective had arrived home exhausted from a long, drawn-out surveillance and fallen immediately in to bed without bothering to undress.
Fraser had undressed his lover, trying not to disturb his sleep too much. He'd placed Ray's eyeglasses in their (seldom-used) case next to the bed, locked Ray's gun in a drawer, and thrown his dirty clothes in to the hamper. Then he'd undressed himself and climbed into bed next to Ray. He'd thought his partner was still asleep, but then he'd felt a hand reach out, seeking his. He took Ray's hand and heard a soft mumble from the detective.
"Love you, Frase."
Ben smiled and kissed the other man on top of his head. "And I you, Ray."
His Ray.
Always.
End