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sissyTitle: A Human Touch
Fandom: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Characters: Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent
Prompt: 044. Circle
Word Count: 382
Rating:PG
Summary: Ford’s favorite earth-custom.
A/N: Got the movie on my Ipod now. In dedication to the hours of fun, this is blatantly movie!verse.
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Ford absolutely loves hugs. Not just any hugs though, hugs with Arthur.
It’s not an unheard of gesture in the universe, but Ford’s never been to a place where it’s as common as it is on Earth. The humans give a whole new purpose to the action. It’s not a sort of foreplay, not their actual act of mating, not a way of proposing or insulting, not even their species’ equivalent to a greeting. It’s an expression of feelings. Sympathy, condolences, happiness, love, affection.
Humans hardly ever mean what they say and almost never say what they mean, but their hugs never lie. So when Arthur complains and complains and complains about every bad habit Ford has and even a few he hasn’t developed yet, Ford just pulls his little earth friend into a hug. Maybe Arthur is using one hand to push half-heartedly against the larger man’s chest, but his other hand rests comfortably on Ford’s coat and that says more than a million words to Ford.
When Earth is destroyed, Ford makes a sort of oath to continue the custom. It doesn’t work well with everyone; Zaphod, for instance, complains because it makes it hard to drink, and Trillian just isn’t really touchy-feely enough for good hugs. That’s all fine and dandy though, because the only person Ford really wants to hug is Arthur, and the earthman usually lets him satisfy his physical addiction with only minimal protest.
Ford likes the closeness of it, really. The little bit of intimacy in a hug is a lot different from the kind of intimacy kisses and licks and fondling have. (not that Ford doesn’t like kisses and licks and fondling, because he most certainly does). He likes the contact, the fitting like a puzzle. He likes to encircle his friend and feel the worn cotton against his hands, the solid warmth against his chest. Sometimes, in the best times, he gets the feel of a soft cheek against his collar and coarse hair ticking under his chin. Ford can’t remember appreciating little, simple things before hugs.
Arthur’s voice is drifting down the hallways, cursing the Nutrimatic or the temp. control or maybe the door that closed on his dressing gown again, and Ford grins. It sounds like his friend needs a hug.
Fandom: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Characters: Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent
Prompt: 044. Circle
Word Count: 382
Rating:PG
Summary: Ford’s favorite earth-custom.
A/N: Got the movie on my Ipod now. In dedication to the hours of fun, this is blatantly movie!verse.
Table
Ford absolutely loves hugs. Not just any hugs though, hugs with Arthur.
It’s not an unheard of gesture in the universe, but Ford’s never been to a place where it’s as common as it is on Earth. The humans give a whole new purpose to the action. It’s not a sort of foreplay, not their actual act of mating, not a way of proposing or insulting, not even their species’ equivalent to a greeting. It’s an expression of feelings. Sympathy, condolences, happiness, love, affection.
Humans hardly ever mean what they say and almost never say what they mean, but their hugs never lie. So when Arthur complains and complains and complains about every bad habit Ford has and even a few he hasn’t developed yet, Ford just pulls his little earth friend into a hug. Maybe Arthur is using one hand to push half-heartedly against the larger man’s chest, but his other hand rests comfortably on Ford’s coat and that says more than a million words to Ford.
When Earth is destroyed, Ford makes a sort of oath to continue the custom. It doesn’t work well with everyone; Zaphod, for instance, complains because it makes it hard to drink, and Trillian just isn’t really touchy-feely enough for good hugs. That’s all fine and dandy though, because the only person Ford really wants to hug is Arthur, and the earthman usually lets him satisfy his physical addiction with only minimal protest.
Ford likes the closeness of it, really. The little bit of intimacy in a hug is a lot different from the kind of intimacy kisses and licks and fondling have. (not that Ford doesn’t like kisses and licks and fondling, because he most certainly does). He likes the contact, the fitting like a puzzle. He likes to encircle his friend and feel the worn cotton against his hands, the solid warmth against his chest. Sometimes, in the best times, he gets the feel of a soft cheek against his collar and coarse hair ticking under his chin. Ford can’t remember appreciating little, simple things before hugs.
Arthur’s voice is drifting down the hallways, cursing the Nutrimatic or the temp. control or maybe the door that closed on his dressing gown again, and Ford grins. It sounds like his friend needs a hug.