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Thought I would do the same story, but this time from Ray's point of view!
Enjoy. 

   SLEEPING BEAUTY II by Callie 

   

Ray Kowalski cursed silently to himself as he stumbled into the apartment,
a victim of Diefenbaker's enthusiastic welcome. "I love ya too," Ray
whispered kneeling as the wolf continued to lick his face.  

Standing Ray shivered slightly; he felt chilled to the bone having spent
the best part of the cold November night in an alleyway taking statements
from witnesses to a brutal mugging.  

Ray had always hated the night shift, detesting being awake when everyone
else was asleep. He hated it even more now because the night shift kept
him away from Fraser. Since they had become lovers, Ray had found himself
hurrying home as soon as his shift ended eager to cuddle up to Fraser
before the Mountie left for the Consulate. Ray chuckled to himself as he
encouraged Diefenbaker back towards the couch knowing that Fraser would be
horrified at the number of traffic violations he had committed to get back
to the apartment. 

Kicking off his boots, he left them laying in the middle of the living
room too tired to put them in the cupboard. Shrugging out of his heavy
coat, jacket and shoulder holster, he threw them into the armchair. Ray
knew that Fraser would probably scold him for being untidy, but he would
be able to distract the Mountie. Ray chuckled to himself again; licking
his ear usually worked. 

Ray grinned foolishly to himself as the familiar warm feeling rose within
him at the thought of his Mountie. Ray knew that he had found his soul
mate in Fraser, and loved him with a fervour that surprised even him
sometimes. He thought he had known love with Stella, but that was before
Fraser had shown him how real love could be. Pure and simple in its
intensity, their love for each other sometimes threatened to take his
breath away. Ray couldn't imagine his life without Fraser, and was
determined to show his love in any way he could. 

Ray crept towards the bedroom managing to rescue a small table he knocked
with his leg before it hit the floor noisily. "Been re-organising again
Frase," he sighed to himself. 

Reaching the bedroom without further mishap, he leaned lazily on the door
frame silently watching his lover sleep in the dim light. Ray couldn't
help smiling to himself as he noticed that the curtains had been pulled
tightly, but neatly, across the window blocking out the light from the
street. 

Early in their relationship, they had agreed not to wait up for each
other; Ray would never admit it to Fraser, but he loved to watch the
Mountie sleep. Fraser was the most beautiful thing he had ever set eyes
on, and Ray thought he was the luckiest person in the world to be loved by
this gentle and caring man. 

When they had started sharing a bed, Fraser had slept on his back, his
arms by his side, legs straight. Ray had teased him that he slept as
though he was on guard duty but gradually as their relationship developed
and their love deepened, Fraser had relaxed. 

Ray studied the evidence before him; Fraser was curled up under the covers
on his side, his knees drawn up towards his chest. His arms were full of
Ray's pillow drawn close to his body, his head buried in the cotton, as
though he was trying to breathe in the slender detective's scent. Fraser's
usually regimented dark hair was sticking up, almost as wildly as his own
blonde spikes. Ray squinted in the dim light gazing at his lover's face;
rounder than his own, sleep had softened the lines around Fraser's eyes
and mouth making the Mountie look almost childlike.  

Ray smiled to himself; this was the Fraser that no-one but him saw, and
the warm feeling bubbled up inside him again. He closed his eyes imagining
that he was kissing Fraser, touching him, exploring his firm muscled body.
Ray could almost hear the soft moans of their love making as they caressed
each other. 

He groaned as he forced himself away from his fantasy. Opening his eyes
Ray made his way into the small adjoining bathroom. Not wanting to wake
Fraser, he passed on a shower, splashing cold water on his face instead.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror as he brushed his teeth. 

Ray shivered as he quickly stripped throwing his clothes into an untidy
pile on the floor; he could almost hear Fraser's voice scolding him for
his untidiness. Turning off the bathroom light, he quickly made his way
back into their bedroom. 

The bedroom had become lighter as the dawn insisted on breaking on yet
another cold Chicago day, bathing the room in a soft glow. Glancing
towards their bed, Ray stole another look at his sleeping lover. "Yer so
lucky Kowalski," he thought to himself as he slid under the covers. 

Fraser muttered as Ray gently pulled his pillow from the Mountie's arms.
Settling it under his head, he gazed at Fraser softly running his fingers
down the Mountie's beautiful face.  

Fraser smiled in his sleep pulling Ray towards his warm body wrapping his
arms around the slender body. "I suppose you left your boots in the middle
of living room," he mumbled sleepily. "And your clothes on the bathroom
floor." 

Ray grinned as he leaned forward licking at Fraser's ear eliciting a soft
moan. "I love ya," he whispered. "My sleeping beauty." 

  THE END 

  

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