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[mamadeb]

To make Wolfshark a little happier after a bad day:

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"What the h...hell are you doing, Fraser?"

Fraser looked up from his knees. "You requested that I help find your glasses, Ray."

"Yeah, and I do not think they're...um. There."

"It's proper technique when searching for lost objects to search in all places."

"Y...your...proper...ohhh....technique....is...Fraser! That is your hand in there." And it was warm. And it was oddly calloused, which was not a normal thing to be thinking in that situation, but that situation was not normal anyway.

"Indeed. As you know, I have highly sensitive fingers, and there does seem to be an...object here."

"Yeah, there's an object there. That's my...that's my...oh, my God. Fraser. No one uses their...their...oh, God....mouths..."

Fraser, of course, did not answer. Fraser apparently knew the proper technique for many things. In fact, Fraser's mouth defined proper technique.

"I assume a strip search is next, Frase?"

"Indeed. Cavities, too."

"We'll find those glasses yet."

Comments

[iroshi.livejournal.com]

LOL!! The lovely things I get to read when I really should be going to bed! :) I'm procrastinating; I logged off squidge over a half hour ago because I needed to go to bed, and here I am still reading and decided to procrastinate just a wee bit more by reading my friends' journals...

Lovely snippet, Mama. I liked it a lot. :)

[mamadeb.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it.

*hugs*

[vass]

Am I the only one thinking La Boheme?

Don't answer that. :-)

[wolfshark]

And it *so* helped, mama!

sharkie