These stories are not going to be in chronological order. This one actually takes place during chapter five of Bonded: Year Two when Bill and Ford are heading back home from their mini vacation at the resort. Since I didn't write many details in between leaving the hotel and returning to the Mystery Shack this seems like a good spot to put this one.

I'm sick right now, so I haven't had much energy to do much of anything. I didn't feel like writing anything heavy, so the next chapter of Bonded: Year Two will have to wait until I'm feeling better. However, I did feel up to writing fluff, so here is chapter two of the OTP Challenge: BillFord Edition.

Chapter Two Prompt: Milkshake


In the past hour Ford and Bill checked out of the Livingrich Resort. It had been a nice getaway for the night which allowed for some much needed alone time to amend their relationship after another nasty fight.

They were expected at Fiddleford's house later that night. Bill stared out the window watching the trees and buildings pass by. When he arrived home most likely Stan would want him to throw on his uniform and help on cash register.

Bill perked up when a certain store came into view.

"Sixer!" he yelled and patted his boyfriend on the arm. "Sixer! Sixer, stop!"

Ford slammed on breaks. Fortunately there were no cars behind him. Ford glared at the blond who pressed his hands and face against the window.

"It's the place," Bill cried. He tapped the window with his fingertip. "Can we go there? Please?"

Ford looked past Bill and sighed when he saw the sign for Cutie Pie Cafe. The shop had not been there very long, but had already gained quite a reputation with the people of Gravity Falls. It was the very place Bill had begged him to visit for the past month.

"Soos says they have the best milkshakes in all of town," Bill said. He clasped his hands together and gave Ford his best smile. "Please? Please, can we go? Please?"

Loud honking from the driver behind him startled Ford into moving his foot off the brake. He made the mistake of looking down at Bill who now wore a pout. The driver behind them layed on his horn a second time.

"Oh put a sock in it, before I turn ya into a sock!" Bill yelled and glared at the man who greeted him with a certain raised finger.

"Your powers don't work that way anymore," Ford reminded the smaller man. Nevertheless he pulled off the road and into the small parking lot in front of the cafe.

Bill clapped his hands while Ford searched for a place to park. The seven spots in front were already full. Ford slowly maneuvered the car to the side of the establishment where he paralleled parked next to a beat up pick up truck.

"I actually had to communicate through a sock once," Bill said as he threw off his seatbelt. He closed the passenger door then added, "Of all the things I've done, that's among the strangest."

"Coming from you that's saying something," Ford replied and led the way to the cafe.

Bill pushed ahead of Ford and threw open the doors. Ford had to adjust his eyes at the brightness of the interior. The walls were plastered with pastel teal wallpaper that included an alternating pattern of ribbons and teddy bears in a color slightly darker than the base. The waxed floor was a checkerboard pattern of alternating dark violet and lavender. Pastel paintings of various sweet treats hung on the walls protected in just as colorful frames.

Ford felt like he had stepped inside Mabel's imagination. Despite having traveled to numerous dimensions for thirty years, he never felt more out of place than the moment his feet passed through the threshold of the Cutie Pie Cafe.

A teenager a little older than Wendy approached them. She wore a pretty lolita styled dress made of pink cotton and accented with heart shaped white lace in two layers at the bottom of the skirt. Her hair laid over her shoulders in soft curls and her head topped with a square headdress in matching colors of her uniform.

"Welcome," she greeted with a huge smile. "Please follow me."

The scent of sugar and caramel wafted through the dinning room as they were led to their seats. Ford glanced at the other patrons mostly consisting of females and a much younger demographic. He lowered his head hoping that their hostess sat them as far away as possible.

As though reading his mind the hostess stopped at the second table to the back. She held out her hand and waited for the customers to take their seats at the round table. The table's surface matched the lavender tiles on the floor. Bill sat down atop the teal cushion of the metal seat. A bell-shaped lamp hung a few inches above Ford's head, the lamp also lavender.

"I'll definitely have to tell Mabel about this place," Bill said taking in the atmosphere.

"Yes, you should've brought her here," Ford commented.

Bill reached over and touched Ford's callused hand. "Then we wouldn't be here on our date, now would we?"

Ford rolled his eyes.

"Remember," Bill sang. "We're here to share a milkshake." He grinned showing his teeth. "Mabel and Soos said that's something all couples do." He wiggled his finger between him and Ford. "We're a couple, so we have to."

The two looked up as their server approached. She looked a little older than the hostess, but her dress nearly identical except being a soft teal. Her headdress also matched the shade of her attire.

She introduced herself as Tiffany and handed a folded plastic menu to the two.

"I want a strawberry milkshake!" Bill cheered. He looked over at Ford who placed the menu down on the table. Gold eyes lit up and he added, "With whipped cream and sprinkles." Bill glanced down at the menu then said, "And I want a chocolate cream cheese cupcake and a giant chocolate chip cookie!"

Tiffany giggled as she accepted Bill's menu. She then looked over at Ford who assured her he wasn't hungry. Bill gasped and requested that there be two straws in the milkshake.

"Absolutely," the waitress said with a wink then skipped off to put in their orders.

"Bill Cipher, is it your plan to have a mouth full of cavities by the end of summer?" Ford asked.

"I won't get cavities, Fordsy, I brush my teeth twice a day," Bill said with a wave of his hand.

"Well you can still get diabetes," Ford scolded. "You need to eat a healthier diet. I don't want you to get sick."

"Aww, you do care about me," Bill said and put his hand atop of Ford's.

"Of course I do," Ford replied and linked his fingers in between Bill's. "Promise me you'll eat healthier."

Before Bill could respond Tiffany arrived with the milkshake in hand. Ford sent Bill a look that assured him they'd discuss this again later. She placed the drink on the table then informed the two she'd be right back with their treats.

Bill picked up the strawberry milkshake to see it topped with what he requested along with a cherry. Bill sipped the milkshake with a loud, "Mmm."

Ford reached for the cup only for Bill to pull away with his lips still on the straw.

"You said you wanted to share a milkshake," Ford said. He recalled that cheesy movie his boyfriend watched with Mabel a while ago that inspired his desire to want to share the tasty treat. "You've been begging me to bring you here for weeks for that very reason."

Bill grinned. With the straw between his teeth he said, "Oh, I'll share with you." Bill's hand reached across to where his boyfriend's rested on the table and he gently caressed the top of Ford's hand. "But if you want a sip," he teased. He leaned back in his chair with the milkshake still in hand. With the other hand he pointed to his mouth. "You'll have to give me a kiss." He tapped his bottom lip. "Right here."

Ford crossed his arms. "Or I don't have to share," he retorted. "I can order my own." He held up his hand to catch Tiffany's attention.

"Come on, Sixerrrrrr," Bill pouted. He threw his free hand in the air. "That's not how it works."

"You're too demanding," said Ford.

"It's supposed to be romantic," argued Bill.

Ford sighed. "Why do I put up with you?"

Bill twirled the milkshake with his straw. "Because you love me." He grinned up at his boyfriend.

"A blessing and a curse," Ford said with a shake of his head.

"Kiss," Bill demanded and leaned closer to Ford.

Ford rolled his eyes, but moved his face closer to Bill's. Bill parted his lips. Just as their faces neared Ford pulled the cup from Bill's hold.

"Sixer!" he yelled.

Bill reached over the table, his belly laid on the surface as he tried to retrieve the stolen drink. With a smirk Ford took a long sip of the milky drink while Bill watched with a glare.

Tiffany approached the table with the desserts on a tray. Ford looked up and noticed the other patrons in the cafe staring in their direction. Cheeks flushing he lowered the cup back to the table and apologized to the waitress for the disturbance.

Bill forgot about the drink at the sight of the scrumptious food he planned to devour.

The blond looked over at the larger man who slowly sipped from the milkshake. He found himself jealous of the straw that rested between the author's lips. Bill grinned and without warning leaned over to plant a kiss on Ford's cheek.

When Ford released his grip on the straw at the sudden alarm Bill took his chance. He pressed his mouth against Ford's and parted with a loud smack. He smirked at the human then sat back down in his chair, laughing out loud at his now blushing boyfriend.

"When are you going to realize, Sixer, that I get what I want," Bill said with a wink.

Ford stared at the smaller man with a displeased look. However they both knew he didn't truly mind. Those moments were his favorite. If Kryptos got his way there weren't many left, so he valued each one hoping it wouldn't be the last.


More BillFord fluff. I hope you all enjoyed.

I entirely designed Cutie Pie Cafe. I do hope that someday I'll be able to make that place a reality. I designed the interior as well as the server's uniforms. The new cover art for this story is my drawing that includes a bit of the interior design for the cafe. I will be posting that picture to DeviantArt as well.