Fanfic100-If
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sissyTitle: Action and Consequence
Fandom: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Characters: Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent
Prompt: 082. If.
Word Count: 186
Rating:PG-13
Summary: In which tea is enjoyed and Ford has a trying time.
A/N: It’s not that I don’t like Fenchurch, but she really puts a damper on my slash. So she’s not here. Buh-bye hedgehog girl.
Table
Arthur was licking the rim of his teacup.
His eyelashes were lowered, his cheeks were delicately flushed with delight, and his little pink tongue was darting past wet lips to swipe every last bit of flavor from the porcelain dish.
“A-Arthur…”Ford managed to spit out. He cleared his throat. “Arthur.”
The mousy haired human lifted his gaze to Ford’s questioningly, making one last swipe at the cup before moving it away. “Yes Ford?” He licked his lips.
Ford clenched the little green tea towel from the table so tightly his knuckles went white. “You have to stop doing that.”
“Doing what?”
He gave Arthur a hard stare, “Stop licking things.”
This seemed to catch the earthman’s attention. He eyed his teacup with amusement,” Well, I’m sorry Ford, but it’s been a while since I’ve had tea. Is it bothering you?”
“If you continue doing it I’m going to pounce on you, hold you to the floor, and ravish you in ways you can’t possibly imagine.” the Betelgeusian stated seriously and as calmly as he could.
Arthur lifted his teacup and gave it a long, drawn-out lick.
Fandom: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Characters: Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent
Prompt: 082. If.
Word Count: 186
Rating:PG-13
Summary: In which tea is enjoyed and Ford has a trying time.
A/N: It’s not that I don’t like Fenchurch, but she really puts a damper on my slash. So she’s not here. Buh-bye hedgehog girl.
Table
Arthur was licking the rim of his teacup.
His eyelashes were lowered, his cheeks were delicately flushed with delight, and his little pink tongue was darting past wet lips to swipe every last bit of flavor from the porcelain dish.
“A-Arthur…”Ford managed to spit out. He cleared his throat. “Arthur.”
The mousy haired human lifted his gaze to Ford’s questioningly, making one last swipe at the cup before moving it away. “Yes Ford?” He licked his lips.
Ford clenched the little green tea towel from the table so tightly his knuckles went white. “You have to stop doing that.”
“Doing what?”
He gave Arthur a hard stare, “Stop licking things.”
This seemed to catch the earthman’s attention. He eyed his teacup with amusement,” Well, I’m sorry Ford, but it’s been a while since I’ve had tea. Is it bothering you?”
“If you continue doing it I’m going to pounce on you, hold you to the floor, and ravish you in ways you can’t possibly imagine.” the Betelgeusian stated seriously and as calmly as he could.
Arthur lifted his teacup and gave it a long, drawn-out lick.