Dief, Donuts and Love
(drabble, 308 words)

by

Bast

For LHD


Diefenbaker laid under Ray’s dining room table, eating powdered donuts, the soft white powder clinging to his whiskers as Ray and I talked about taking our relationship farther than most partners do. 

"But, Fraser, I'm not worth loving!" Ray protested as I stated my case.  

“Yes you are, Ray. And I believe you love me too,” I said firmly. I was determined that Ray would see the truth of what was between us. 

He hesitated, looking down at the scarred surface of the table. “I do, Fraser, but…” 

“But what?” I rose, and went to crouch down next to where he sat, placing my hand on his leg. “What, Ray?”  

“Stella…” he shrugged, looking unhappy, drumming his fingers on the tabletop.

I restrain a sigh and the urge to curse the woman he was married to. ”I am not Stella, Ray. I’m just me. And if you’d just give me a chance, I’d prove to you how much I love you.” 

He looks at me then, the corners of his mouth quirked upward in a small grin. I smile back and he lays his hand over mine. “I don’t have to eat weird food or anything, do I?” 

His sense of humour… I smile and shake my head. “No Ray. I promise not to change your eating habits. I love you the way you are.”

”You, my friend, are unhinged,” Ray says before leaning down and kissing me, causing me to lose my balance in surprise. I topple over on top of Dief and squish him and his remaining donut. Ray starts laughing, Dief growls and moves, taking his last donut with him, and I look up at Ray in consternation. Ray winks at me and then pounces, landing on top of me with a particularly evil grin on his face. 

Life with Ray is anything but dull.