Fanfic100-And.
Apr. 19th, 2007 08:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sissyTitle: Let Me Tell You
Fandom: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Characters: Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent
Prompt: 088. And.
Word Count: 274
Rating:PG-13
Summary: Ford has something to say.
Table
Ford Prefect was a man of many, many, many words. They might not all mean much, but there’s enough to fill at least a fourth of the Guide’s microprocessors if he bothered to write it all down. But for some reason, he couldn’t figure out how to say “I love you” to Arthur Dent.
Because “I love you” is a relatively easy phrase, but it’s to be spoken with meaning and feeling and, as Trillian’s told him, followed by action. Action like what? Sex? Marriage? Would Arthur require an explanation? Expecting the first one might just be getting his hopes up, but he wasn’t sure he was prepared for the other two.
If Arthur ever caught sight of Ford’s many open and close mouth moments of uncertainly, he was polite enough to not say anything. He even overlooked the almost constant tension that Ford enveloped himself in when they were together. Or maybe he didn’t notice, which was equally reasonable.
“Look Arthur!” Ford finally managed out one day, interrupting Arthur’s rambling musings on the topic of orange wallpaper. He slammed his fist on the table to make sure Arthur’s startled attention was indeed focused on him.
The “I love you” that rushed from his lips was a declaration that stilled him. Arthur’s eyes were wide, his mouth a little O of surprise
Ford grimaced. Now what? He hadn’t planned any further, despite all his waiting, he wasn’t ready, and Arthur was waiting.
Arthur was…
Arthur was kissing him. Softly, shyly. Ford could feel the curve of a small smile pressed against his lips.
Oh. A kiss. That made sense, now that he thought about it.
Fandom: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Characters: Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent
Prompt: 088. And.
Word Count: 274
Rating:PG-13
Summary: Ford has something to say.
Table
Ford Prefect was a man of many, many, many words. They might not all mean much, but there’s enough to fill at least a fourth of the Guide’s microprocessors if he bothered to write it all down. But for some reason, he couldn’t figure out how to say “I love you” to Arthur Dent.
Because “I love you” is a relatively easy phrase, but it’s to be spoken with meaning and feeling and, as Trillian’s told him, followed by action. Action like what? Sex? Marriage? Would Arthur require an explanation? Expecting the first one might just be getting his hopes up, but he wasn’t sure he was prepared for the other two.
If Arthur ever caught sight of Ford’s many open and close mouth moments of uncertainly, he was polite enough to not say anything. He even overlooked the almost constant tension that Ford enveloped himself in when they were together. Or maybe he didn’t notice, which was equally reasonable.
“Look Arthur!” Ford finally managed out one day, interrupting Arthur’s rambling musings on the topic of orange wallpaper. He slammed his fist on the table to make sure Arthur’s startled attention was indeed focused on him.
The “I love you” that rushed from his lips was a declaration that stilled him. Arthur’s eyes were wide, his mouth a little O of surprise
Ford grimaced. Now what? He hadn’t planned any further, despite all his waiting, he wasn’t ready, and Arthur was waiting.
Arthur was…
Arthur was kissing him. Softly, shyly. Ford could feel the curve of a small smile pressed against his lips.
Oh. A kiss. That made sense, now that he thought about it.