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They fall into sex slowly, like moths sinking into amber, and their desire catches them and preserves them for days at a time, fascinated, drinking in one another's bodies and the warm afternoon light. Monday mornings, it can take as much as an hour for Ray's body to sync back up to speed with Chicago. He gets honked at a lot these days on the way to work, forgetting to take his foot off the brake when the light turns green. It doesn't bother him. He's got time.

All of March passes Benton by in a rush of greening, while his thoughts remain stuck on the glistening red of Ray's cock and the sunny surface of Ray's skin, the intoxicating smell of his hair. Nothing his mind can tell him about duty speeds up or alters the smooth tempo of his own lust. The insistent beat which drives him through his days at the Consulate is the pulse of his own heart. Everything old is young again. Benton Fraser's winter is at last turning to spring.