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Meghan Black, c. 1999

Disclaimer under duress: Due South belongs to Alliance, not me. I freely acknowledge that. I also freely play with their characters, namely Benton Fraser, Ray Kawolski and Diefenbaker the Wonder Wolf whenever I get a chance.

Summary: A quirky little "What if it had been the other Ray" for Some Like It Hot. Er...that means AU I guess.

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The second I walked in the room, the temperature rose about ten…hundred degrees. Zeroed in immediately on that swaying ass. He might as well have been the only woman in the place, cause if there were any more, I sure didn't notice 'em. Disco strobe lights and all…he…she…held me riveted in place while I appreciated the benefits of having an adventurous partner.

Then I spotted the bald little toady and glanced immediately over to Fraser's face. Pained patience. How often had I seen that same expression directed at me? Smiling, I strode purposefully over to the dancing couple and just stood there, slightly behind Fraser, but close enough for the toady to see my face. His little eyes widened all the way to the size of a penny. I could feel the smirk twitching to get free on my face, but I was good.

After a few seconds of watching that ass some more, I stepped around into Fraser's line of sight. Oh yeah. That's gratitude. I started getting hard just watching that perfect Mountie face light up. My hand itched to reach down and adjust myself, but instead, I tapped Toady on the shoulder.

"But we're dancing," he protested weakly…it was almost a squeak. Ok, not a toady. A mouse.

"Not anymore. Take a hike. I need to talk to the…lady."

Resentful, yet shaking in his Florshiem's, the mouse scurried off. I felt no pity. Ms. Fraser deserved better.

At first I just stood there, letting the thrum of bass and Blondie vibrate up my legs. Or was that something else vibrating? Fraser, of course, was the first to get it back together.

"We better keep dancing…so we can talk." Then that ass gave a quick little swish and the auburn hair swung across his face and I was lost.

"Yeah…sure." I clicked it into autopilot. If there was anything I could do without thinking, that's dance. Lucky for me. He held my gaze and I saw amusement sparkle in a blue sea…and I saw the same thing that must be beaming out of my eyes too, like a laser or something.

We smiled and moved together. It had been years since I'd done these kinds of moves, but my feet remembered. My body remembered. I felt more than saw the appreciation warming me right up.

"You dance very well, Ray."

Wanna see what else I do very well, Frase?

I knew we needed to be talking about the school and missing girl and lost treasures. In a minute. For now I just wanted to admire my dance partner. From long, milky column of neck to swell of bosom, to tapered waist and flaring hips. My fingers twitched, begging me to let them run the length of that curvaceous body. I knew it was solid and hard underneath some judiciously placed padding.

His fingers reached up and I leaned into them like a cat. Then realized he was just trying to get my attention…to tell me something. I followed his gaze and saw the boy standing forlornly by himself. I sighed. Time to work.

But before I could leave the dance floor. Before I could put a plan into action, he was pulling me into his arms. Ohfuckingshit. What was I gonna do and what the fuck was HE doing? Then urgent whispers broke through the haze which had nothing to do with the artificially created fog of the disco.

"Follow me."

Duh! Like I had a choice. Like I wanted to leave the sweet, sweet press of Ms. Fraser's body plastered up against me?

The dance was a Tango. I loved the Tango. Stella and me…we used to Tango all night and then go home and Tango some more. But this wasn't Stella's long, lean body in my arms. This was my Mountie lover, all male and all mine.

His cheek was hot. Maybe it was from all the dancing he'd down..the crowded room. I choose to think it's me. My face answers in kind, the flush surfacing my body instantly. Fuck the missing girl. Fuck St. Fortunata. Fuck Fraser! Who knew the goddamned Mountie knew how to Tango?

The music washed over us and I closed my eyes briefly. Big mistake. With eyes closed, my other senses took over and oh boy, do they have an imagination.

My arms shifted to get a better grip on my dance partner and his hold on me tightened in response. We're the same height, which is actually pretty damned convenient for a Tango. And awfully damned convenient for feeling every soft curve of Ms. Fraser's rather…statuesque frame.

But some things weren't padded. I know this cause I watched him dress this morning. And I'm pretty sure that wasn't his girdle I was feeling against my leg. From cheek to knee, there wasn't enough room to slip a dollar bill through as we floated over to the hallway entrance.

There were less people here on the outskirts of the dance floor and even though we'd only been doing this for a few seconds, I'd managed to achieve hardness. Utterly, painfully, erect penis in four seconds flat. Must be a record somewhere.

My hand splayed across his lower back, pulling him in tight and I sucked in my breath at the feel of gently swelling buttocks under my palm. And that was all Fraser. All delicious, tight, male, fuckable Mountie ass there.

Pelvis thrust of its on volition and I felt his face muscles move…just barely. Just enough to know he knew I knew he knew.

We finally reached the hallway and it's all empty and quiet…except for the echoing click of Ms. Fraser's heels on the freshly waxed linoleum. And God, I didn't want to stop.

But the music had faded almost instantly when we'd left the gym. Who would have thought we could have danced our way through the sound barrier? Uh, me? The one with the raging hard on and the cross dressing, flaming red, lusciously kissable lipsticked mouthed partner with cheek pressed smack up against my face, burning a hole through to my teeth, in my arms? That would be a yes.

And he stopped and I breathed hard. The hiss which filled the void of music came from me. That would be when Fraser turned his face toward me and those red lips parted ever so slightly…just wide enough to flick a tongue through to wet his bottom lip. It seemed too fucking unfair that it couldn't be my tongue slipping through there right now. So, I did the next best thing.

I dipped him.

I think he was expecting it, cause the second my stance shifted and my arms tightened, Fraser leaned into it, smooth as you please, and the follow through was pure poetry in motion.

You've heard of being frozen in time? Well, that's what the end was like. Fraser relaxed in my arms, his neck arched back, yet holding his head, like he can't *not* look away from me. And I'm leaning down over him like some Casanova and well, the next move is so obvious, I don't even think about it.

Fraser must have figured it out too, cause he met me halfway and I got to feel what those lips…lips that kissed me every morning and wrapped around my dick almost every night, feel like covered in red lipstick that probably matches the color of my cock right now.

I know I moaned as soon as he touched me. His lips were soft and moist and slippery and when I stuck my tongue between those hot lips, just cause I could. Not. Help. It. he answered with a groan of his own. Oh yeah. This is great. This is as sweet as the feel of his ass tightening and jumping when I swirl my tongue around down there.

I realize then that I MUST stop now or we were both gonna be majorly embarrassed. So I pull away and his lips just will not stop touching mine and I'm really gratified that I've had the same effect on him that he's had on me.

Then Mountie Fraser comes out of it and his baby blues flutter open and I forget again that he's my partner and we're working a case. Damn! Those black rimmed eyes shine bluer than blue and I can see a little flake of mascara hanging right there on the tip of his lashes and I want to kiss his eyes shut again before moving back down to where I figure his lipstick is all smeared by now.

"Ray…Ray, let me up so we can follow Melissa."

Who the fuck is Melissa? Oh yeah.

"Right, Fraser. I'm gonna let ya up now, but just remember…when I get you home tonight…" and I let my words hang there cause I know he can't resist.

"Remember what Ray?" he asks, and I love the way his voice is all husky and low.

"It takes two to Tango."

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