fanfic100-Fall/Winter
Mar. 24th, 2007 01:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sissyTitle: Watching You
Fandom: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Characters: Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent
Prompt: 064. Fall
Word Count: 359
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They’re raking leaves.
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Some of the leaves had stuck to Arthur’s hair, tangled in the brown strands. Ford didn’t tell him, of course, because he liked the way it looked. Something about it made the proper and polite Englishman seem so delicious.
“Are you hungry?” Arthur asked as he caught site of Ford licking his lips. He no longer acknowledged the almost lewd grins Fords seemed to throw in his direction. “We could go grab a bite to eat.”
“Your treat?”
“Of course. I owe you for helping me.”
Dinner being Arthur’s treat would, as always, mean that Ford would stuff himself inhumanly full and leave Arthur with yet another incredibly large bill. But Arthur had a job and he sometimes worried about his unemployed friend who always had money for booze but could never seem to scrounge up the change for a decent meal. “You’re like a Dentelesian mother from Zarkibuu 7 who’s caring for her batch of Dentelbuu cubs!” Ford had once told Arthur, and he meant it. That was one of the things Ford liked best about his friend, really. No matter how painfully polite, boring, dull, or human Arthur Dent was, he always managed to remind Ford that the rest of universe was, in fact, still out there.
Another thing Ford really liked about Arthur was the way his face looked when he was annoyed. His eyes widened just a bit and the area around his nose scrunched up a bit and his cheeks looked just a bit pinker. Ford especially liked to see it when he had the knowledge that he was the cause of that annoyance.
Ford reached out to pluck a leaf off Arthur. Arthur made his “I’m a little annoyed, but not really at anything particularly bothering” face {which was a good face, but not quite as good as his “I’m annoyed because my best friend is Ford Prefect” face.} and reached up to shake the leaves out with his fingers. It left his hair sticking up, messy and gave him a ready to be debauched look.
Catching a look at Ford’s expression, Arthur laughed,” All right, all right. Let’s go out, you look like you’re starving.”
Title: Ice and Fruit
Fandom: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Characters: Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent
Prompt: 061. Winter
Word Count: 218
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Winter in Cottington.
A/N: I know nothing about the actual Guildford. Someone told me that snow is rare, but..let’s just go with the flow.
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Ford likes Arthur best during the winter. Ford likes Arthur all the time, really, but his favorite Arthur is only awake during the winter. Probably because Arthur was always a bit more affectionate when he was cold and something about freezing hands and snow covered jackets always made him a bit more sympathetic toward drunk friends.
Here in the country there were no snowball throwing children, no dad on the front steps shoveling. Therefore, nobody was around to send them strange looks if Ford got just a bit closer to Arthur with each step.
“You know,” Ford draws out, swinging his arms so they brush Arthur every so often,” it doesn’t snow where I come from.”
“It doesn’t snow in Guildford?” Arthur asked. That doesn’t sound quite right, but Arthur’s never actually been to Guildford so he’s not going to argue. Ford just brushes some snow from his friend’s shoulder and smiles. “But I know this one place where it snows red. Kind of like blood, I suppose. So it might make you queasy.”
“What?” Arthur laughed. He let Ford lean companionably onto him. “Did you have a few extra drinks while I was in the restroom?”
Ford stuck his tongue out to catch a few flakes.” And it tastes like cherry. One day, I’ll take you there.”
Fandom: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Characters: Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent
Prompt: 064. Fall
Word Count: 359
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They’re raking leaves.
Table
Some of the leaves had stuck to Arthur’s hair, tangled in the brown strands. Ford didn’t tell him, of course, because he liked the way it looked. Something about it made the proper and polite Englishman seem so delicious.
“Are you hungry?” Arthur asked as he caught site of Ford licking his lips. He no longer acknowledged the almost lewd grins Fords seemed to throw in his direction. “We could go grab a bite to eat.”
“Your treat?”
“Of course. I owe you for helping me.”
Dinner being Arthur’s treat would, as always, mean that Ford would stuff himself inhumanly full and leave Arthur with yet another incredibly large bill. But Arthur had a job and he sometimes worried about his unemployed friend who always had money for booze but could never seem to scrounge up the change for a decent meal. “You’re like a Dentelesian mother from Zarkibuu 7 who’s caring for her batch of Dentelbuu cubs!” Ford had once told Arthur, and he meant it. That was one of the things Ford liked best about his friend, really. No matter how painfully polite, boring, dull, or human Arthur Dent was, he always managed to remind Ford that the rest of universe was, in fact, still out there.
Another thing Ford really liked about Arthur was the way his face looked when he was annoyed. His eyes widened just a bit and the area around his nose scrunched up a bit and his cheeks looked just a bit pinker. Ford especially liked to see it when he had the knowledge that he was the cause of that annoyance.
Ford reached out to pluck a leaf off Arthur. Arthur made his “I’m a little annoyed, but not really at anything particularly bothering” face {which was a good face, but not quite as good as his “I’m annoyed because my best friend is Ford Prefect” face.} and reached up to shake the leaves out with his fingers. It left his hair sticking up, messy and gave him a ready to be debauched look.
Catching a look at Ford’s expression, Arthur laughed,” All right, all right. Let’s go out, you look like you’re starving.”
Title: Ice and Fruit
Fandom: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Characters: Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent
Prompt: 061. Winter
Word Count: 218
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Winter in Cottington.
A/N: I know nothing about the actual Guildford. Someone told me that snow is rare, but..let’s just go with the flow.
Table
Ford likes Arthur best during the winter. Ford likes Arthur all the time, really, but his favorite Arthur is only awake during the winter. Probably because Arthur was always a bit more affectionate when he was cold and something about freezing hands and snow covered jackets always made him a bit more sympathetic toward drunk friends.
Here in the country there were no snowball throwing children, no dad on the front steps shoveling. Therefore, nobody was around to send them strange looks if Ford got just a bit closer to Arthur with each step.
“You know,” Ford draws out, swinging his arms so they brush Arthur every so often,” it doesn’t snow where I come from.”
“It doesn’t snow in Guildford?” Arthur asked. That doesn’t sound quite right, but Arthur’s never actually been to Guildford so he’s not going to argue. Ford just brushes some snow from his friend’s shoulder and smiles. “But I know this one place where it snows red. Kind of like blood, I suppose. So it might make you queasy.”
“What?” Arthur laughed. He let Ford lean companionably onto him. “Did you have a few extra drinks while I was in the restroom?”
Ford stuck his tongue out to catch a few flakes.” And it tastes like cherry. One day, I’ll take you there.”