If a tree grows in this post, how many hearts will be carved in its bark?

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The prompts will be available on Monday, so we have a nice little handful of days left to play around and get ourselves in fighting/loving trim. How's about we start off with one of those drabble trees, eh?

1. I'll kick it off with a little bit o' writing.
2. You guys can reply to that with your own little bit o' writing that plays with something from the first (a line, a phrase, a scene, mood).
3. The next drabblers can reply to any of the above comments, and so on. Until we have a lovely, sturdy, romantic tree, with many ficcish branches all growing out of the first comment.

Have fun! Despite the name, for this drabble tree any length goes. Comment two, four, as many times as you like. Feel the romance, baby.

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The cuffs were lined, padded, and in fact quite comfortable. Fraser tugged at one and was pleased it held fast. Ray smiled at him, pushed the hair off Fraser's forehead, and Fraser tugged again, luxuriating in the cuffs perfectly snug around his wrists, perfectly stable around the sturdy headboard. He felt... safe. He felt peaceful.

Ray pressed a kiss to Fraser's sweat-damp temple and pulled back to smile at him again. His clever hands began wandering a gentle trail over Fraser's body, lingering in all the places Fraser loved best, in turns arousing and soothing. He followed his hands with his warm, wet mouth.

Fraser felt wonderfully indulged.