FIFTY MOMENTS IN TIME
Fifty moments in the lives of Benny and Ray.
An established relationship story.
Written: September 2007. Word count: 1,219.
As he pushed the ring carefully onto Benny's finger, Ray glanced at his mother; she was smiling happily; she looked more content than she'd looked on the day he'd done the same with Angie.
Benny was everyone's hero; he was always saving people, sometimes from themselves; but most of all he was Ray's hero.
Cuddled in Benny's arms, Ray believes his memory must be faulty; he could have sworn that he'd disliked the Mountie the first time they met.
Benny was the carpenter, not Ray; but it was Ray who spent months working on a new hope box for his mother, to replace the one that opportunistic thieves had stolen.
Ray is sure that he never used to run through the streets of Chicago as often as he has done since meeting Benny.
The realization that he loved Benny hit him like a hurricane; but unlike so many such tempests, this one did not destroy; instead it rebuilt.
Occasionally, when he sees his lover watching the birds that fly above the city, Ray imagines Benny with wings; he knows it is fanciful, but Benny makes him that way.
No matter how cold and frozen his fingers, nose and toes got, Ray stood by his promise to help Benny rebuild his father's cabin.
Whenever Ray thinks of the color red, he thinks of his lover standing by Ray's side in his dress uniform on the day they exchanged their vows of love.
It was only after meeting Benny, that Ray realized he could allow himself to drink without the fear of turning into his father.
Midnight was Ray's favorite time; at least it was when he had his Benny in his arms.
Victoria had been Benny's temptation; Ray had proven to be his salvation.
The view from Benny's window wasn't the greatest in the world, but when Ray stood looking out, with Benny by his side, he never wanted to be anywhere else.
As clichιd as it was to admit to it, in Ray's mind Benny and he made wonderful music together.
Benny's skin was like the finest silk and Ray loved to run his fingers over the ivory and caress it.
On the day of their wedding, Ray's mother had given them her own mother's hand-embroidered, heavy linen cover for their bed.
When Benny found him running the bowling alley, Ray gave him the promise that he'd never leave him again.
Until Benny entered Ray's life, he believed his only chance of happy ever after' would be in a dream.
The first time they made love, they did so in Benny's apartment, in his cramped bed; a single candle had lit up the room.
#20 - Talent
Ray wonders if the day will come when he discovers a talent that Benny does not have.
Some evenings they would just sit in silence, holding hands and simply looking at one another.
Ray sometimes felt that he had spent his entire life on a journey, which only ended the day he met Benny.
Only Benny would insist on teaching Ray how to light a fire the traditional' way; Ray never did tell him that while Benny had moved away to collect some more wood, Ray had used a lighter to start the flames.
On the day they laid Ray's mother to rest, Benny gathered Ray into his arms and held him; sharing his strength and allowing Ray to take as much as he needed.
The day Ray let his mask fall, was the day Benny had walking into the holding cell.
Her eyes and her fingers had been like ice; Ray's were like the perfect summer's day.
He still remembered his fall onto the platform, and knew that no matter why Ray had done it, he would forgive him.
The first time he saw Ray, Benny knew his lover-to-be had forgotten how to love; how live; how to be.
The school dance had been the first time that Ms. Fraser had danced with Detective Vecchio; it was not, however, the last.
Ray's body was made for Benny to love; and he never grew tired of doing so.
Although Ray rarely attended Church and was a divorcee, Benny instinctively knew that his lover's religion was sacred to him.
When he turned up at the bowling alley, Benny had told Ray firmly that there would be no more farewells between them again.
Benny knows exactly how large the world is, how many continents, countries, states and cities there are; but for him his world is much smaller - Ray Vecchio.
Ray liked his Benny in formal clothes; or casual clothes; or better still, no clothes at all.
Benny sometimes thought that falling in love with Ray was a fever; it was one from which he never wished to recover.
Sometimes Ray felt he'd lost the capacity to laugh; and then a certain Mountie had come into his life.
The lies she had told him had come close to destroying him; but then Ray had been there to make sure he survived.
Even forever would not be long enough for them to love one another.
Sometimes the depth of Ray's love for him overwhelmed Benny, but he could not imagine life without it.
The first time he had told Ray he loved him; Benny had done so in a whisper while his lover slept.
The wait to see if Benny would survive surgery had been interminable; but it had made Ray realize the true depth of his feelings for his lover.
Benny would, could, and did talk to anyone; but there were some things he only ever said to Ray.
The search for happiness was over for both men, the moment Benny had walked into the holding cell; it just took them a little while to realize it.
#44 - Hope
Hope was all that Benny had left when he discovered his lover had left Chicago with Stella Kowalski; the hope that one day he would find him again and bring him home.
#45 - Eclipse
Benny had seen more than one eclipse, but the only one he remembers most fondly was the one he watched with Ray cuddled against him, complaining of the cold.
Benny tried to explain to Ray about gravity, but Ray just laughed and told Benny that kissing him was like floating on air.
Ray knew he'd fallen in love, the first time he let Benny drive the Riv on the highway.
True happiness had been an unknown thing for him until the day he met Ray Vecchio.
Ray realized the truth depth of Benny's love for him, the day his lover voluntarily put a lock on his front door.
Ray was certain that until Benny took him home again, he had forgotten how to breathe.
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