Afterthoughts 2

BY : LilSpooky
Category: 1 through F > Due South
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Disclaimer: I do not own Due South, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Title: Afterthoughts II
Author: Little Spooky

Pairings: Fraser/Thatcher

Disclaimer: see Afterthoughts

Summary: Meg's thoughts.

As before, just tell me where you put it.


I could get used to this. Waking up in his bed. Spending nights in his arms. The feel of his bare skin against mine. The feel of him inside me. I can't remember the last time I felt this good.

It was probably in high school. But he betrayed me. Fraser would never do what he did. But, then again, Fraser wouldn't tell anyone about *this* unless we were engaged or something.

Why did he pick now to take a shower? Just the thought of water running over his shoulders, down his chest, around his...

Oh, God. Stop it, Meg, just stop it. If you continue like this, you'll have to go in there. And what if he doesn't want it to be? What will you do then, Meg? Request a transfer? Get as far away from him and this whole situation as possible? Pretend it never happened? Or hope he'll give you another choice? What'll it be, Meg? He's not going to be in there forever. What are you going to do when he comes out?

You know what you want to do. Grab him and have him fuck your brains out. Twist and tease and torcher him until his seed spills deep inside you. Have him shove his...

Oh, there goes your imagination again. But it's partly his fault. Why did he have to be so attractive? Or so kind hearted? Or such a gentleman? Why, why, why? And why did he have to live here and work under you at this consulate?

Hmm... work under...

Oh, you are so sick. Why didn't you see this coming on the first day and avoid the whole matter? Why did you let yourself fall in love?

Oh, my God. I am in love. I am in love with Benton Fraser. When did that happen? I never noticed. I guess it just sort of happened.

Well, Meg. You've admitted your feelings. Now get up, march your self to that bathroom and...


Oh, God. He had to come out in just a towel. I suppose it doesn't help that I'm not wearing anything either.

"Um, good morning, Fraser."

"I, um,... well..."


He swallows. I never noticed how sexy his throat was before.

"Um, sir. If I... I mean, if you didn't...what I mean to say is... oh, I don't know."

I don't believe it. His shoulders actually slumped. That's the first time I've ever seen him like that.

"I, um, remember last night, Fraser. I know I drank too much, but I don't... regret the... effects. But if you don't want to..."

I trail off as his lips touch mine. He gathers me in an embrace, and I can feel he is hard beneath his towel.

"I love you." Did he just say that? "I don't want this to end like the train."

Oh, thank God. I was hoping he hadn't obeyed that order.

"Me neither." I smile My special smile. The one that makes him squirm when we're on duty. It has the same effect off duty. "And I love you, too."

The End

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