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sissyTitle: Skirting Deadlines
Fandom: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Characters: Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent
Prompt: 089. Work
Word Count: 397
Rating: PG
Summary: Cross-dressing: for good health and good employment.
Table
“No Ford, “Arthur snapped hotly, eyebrows furrowing in agitation,” I do not feel like putting a skirt on and dancing for you.”
“But Aaaarthur!” the Betelgeusian whined. He took the human’s hand in his own, giving the most pathetic, heartfelt sigh he could muster. “Really, Arthur. It’s for your own good.”
Arthur scoffed,” My own good? My own good? Please, Ford, please enlighten me as to how putting on a skirt and dancing for you is for my own good. I-I suppose it’s the cure for some disease I’ve got that I don’t even know I’ve gotten! Hmm? Oh-or maybe we’ve entered some stranger section of the universe where it’s considered insulting if you’re not wearing a skirt and dancing, right? So I suppose you and Zaphod will be traipsing around like fools as well?!”
Ford watching Arthur rant, an affectionate smile curling his lips.
“Or-or maybe,” Arthur panted, face flushed,” you just want me to look like a foot!”
“Are you done yet?”
“Yes.” Arthur sighed. He added, quickly, “for now!”
“Hold on, Arthur; It is for your own good. See, I usually go to bars and watch the girls dance for writing inspiration.”
Arthur scowled.
“But!’ Ford continued before Arthur could open his mouth, fingering the cuffs on the earthman’s dressing gown. “I promised I wouldn’t do that anymore, didn’t I? And why would I want to – when I’ve got a sexy earthman right here on the ship to do it for me?”
Arthur blushed at the words, going pink all the way to the tips of his ears. “Ford! I …err…” all the redhead’s words seemed to catch up with him, “Oh no! Forget it Ford! Don’t think I’m going to do what you want just because you compliment me! No !”
Ford chuckled at the bristling human.
“No no, I’m just pointing out the…uh…facts for you. You know, painting the whole picture. See, I really don’t think I can finish anything if I don’t see someone in a skirt dancing, and while I would most defiantly, unquestionably prefer to watch you over any other…Well, if you don’t do it, I‘ll just have to go watch some girls, won’t I? And I know how much you hate that. All that anger’s not good for you ,right?”
Glowering, Arthur yanked away from Ford and stood up, muttering, “Fine. But I get to choose the music.”
Fandom: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Characters: Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent
Prompt: 089. Work
Word Count: 397
Rating: PG
Summary: Cross-dressing: for good health and good employment.
Table
“No Ford, “Arthur snapped hotly, eyebrows furrowing in agitation,” I do not feel like putting a skirt on and dancing for you.”
“But Aaaarthur!” the Betelgeusian whined. He took the human’s hand in his own, giving the most pathetic, heartfelt sigh he could muster. “Really, Arthur. It’s for your own good.”
Arthur scoffed,” My own good? My own good? Please, Ford, please enlighten me as to how putting on a skirt and dancing for you is for my own good. I-I suppose it’s the cure for some disease I’ve got that I don’t even know I’ve gotten! Hmm? Oh-or maybe we’ve entered some stranger section of the universe where it’s considered insulting if you’re not wearing a skirt and dancing, right? So I suppose you and Zaphod will be traipsing around like fools as well?!”
Ford watching Arthur rant, an affectionate smile curling his lips.
“Or-or maybe,” Arthur panted, face flushed,” you just want me to look like a foot!”
“Are you done yet?”
“Yes.” Arthur sighed. He added, quickly, “for now!”
“Hold on, Arthur; It is for your own good. See, I usually go to bars and watch the girls dance for writing inspiration.”
Arthur scowled.
“But!’ Ford continued before Arthur could open his mouth, fingering the cuffs on the earthman’s dressing gown. “I promised I wouldn’t do that anymore, didn’t I? And why would I want to – when I’ve got a sexy earthman right here on the ship to do it for me?”
Arthur blushed at the words, going pink all the way to the tips of his ears. “Ford! I …err…” all the redhead’s words seemed to catch up with him, “Oh no! Forget it Ford! Don’t think I’m going to do what you want just because you compliment me! No !”
Ford chuckled at the bristling human.
“No no, I’m just pointing out the…uh…facts for you. You know, painting the whole picture. See, I really don’t think I can finish anything if I don’t see someone in a skirt dancing, and while I would most defiantly, unquestionably prefer to watch you over any other…Well, if you don’t do it, I‘ll just have to go watch some girls, won’t I? And I know how much you hate that. All that anger’s not good for you ,right?”
Glowering, Arthur yanked away from Ford and stood up, muttering, “Fine. But I get to choose the music.”