A/N - A little bit of Sid/Meat fluff, inspired by something I stumbled on on Livejournal. Nothing much to say... hope you like it.

"I give up," Sid cried, dropping her pen.

"You've only been at it for ten minutes," Meat rolled her eyes.

"It's hard!"

"No one said it would be easy."

"Gaz makes it look like it's nothing," Sid pointed out, staring at the various scribbles on the pieces of paper in front of her.

"Gaz has song lyrics leaping into his head every second, you don't."

"Wish I did."

"I don't really think you do," Meat laughed. "What have you got?"

"Erm…" Sid glanced down. "Well that part says ejgidjgigjiduidje, or something to that effect."

"Any real worlds?"

"Um… I think this part says 'hello', but that was just me testing the pen."

Meat sighed, pulling the paper away to look at it herself. "Well this part says 'Link's a big twat'," she snorted.

"Songs should tell the truth," Sid grinned.

"Alright, so you've got your first line," Meat picked up the pen and held it to the paper. "So what rhymes with 'twat'?"

"Um… cat?"

"So we have 'Link's a big twat and he has a cat'."

"That's number one material right there."

"For pre-schoolers."

"I don't think we'd be allowed to say 'twat' in a song for kids."

"Then we'll come up with something else," Meat said. "I'm not letting you give up that easily. You're the one that wanted to have a go at writing a song."

"I didn't think it'd be this hard!" Sid sighed, falling backwards onto the mattress. After a moment she sat up, eyes narrowed. "Fine, I'll write. But I can't exactly do it without a pen can I?"

"I suppose not," Meat said, handing her the pen.

"Or paper."

"You don't seem to be getting anywhere with paper," Meat dropped said paper behind her. "We're gonna try something else."

"What?"

"Me." Sid blinked.

"Pardon?"

"Write on me."

"Okay… um… why, exactly?" Meat shrugged, grinning.

"You always seem to be pretty imaginative – not to mention vocal – around me. Maybe it'll work."

"You're insane."

"We know this," she nodded, pulling the lid off the pen. "Just… try it."

Sid stared for a few seconds before shaking her head with a quiet, "what the hell", and shuffled towards her fellow blonde. She chewed on her bottom lip, thinking, and reached out to write her own name on Meat's cheek.

"Good," Meat giggled. "Now something else." Sid nodded and tried to decide which patch of bare skin to scribble on next. Eventually she chose the top of Meat's thigh, smirking when she heard a sharp intake of breath as she wrote "gorgeous" just above the legs fishnet covering.

"I think you're onto something here," Sid said, planting a kiss on Meat's neck right before writing, "I adore you" on the same spot. "I'm feeling very inspired."

"Oh, really?" Sid nodded. This went on for about half an hour – Sid would quickly kiss different bits of bare skin before writing something – until Meat's corset was removed, her stomach then covered in various words and phrases. It was only when Sid grinned and wrote, "my favourite place" right above Meat's bra that the older bohemian let out a quiet grunt and snatched the pen away, pushing Sid backwards to straddle her lap.

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"Sid?" Mot sat down in front of her.

"Hm?" Sid looked up from her hand.

"Did you get in a fight with a marker pen? And lose?"

"No…"

"Oh…" Mot frowned. "Well… why d'you have stuff scribbled all over you?" She asked, poking Sid's cheek, which currently had "MINE" written on it in thick black pen.

"Oh, that," Sid grinned, glancing over to where Meat was probably having a similar conversation with Aretha. "It's… a long story."