AN- All right to those who have read this story-

I am soooooooo (and I stress this point) Sorry. For my whole spelling mishap last chapter, I didn't even realize in my rush to post the chapter that I was misspelling Arthur's name. So embarrassing. But I promise to make things up to you guys with an extra long chapter this time. I promise it shall be…*drum roll* Magnificent.

Thanks Sexy turtle for the spelling error, although I don't quite know how I can make it less cliché~ if you have any ideas please note me.

As or whom I'm imagining

Character wise

Arthur = Martin freeman (I honestly can't picture him any other way even though I read the book before I saw the movie)

Ford= Book ford

Trillian = Movie version

Zap = A mix of both

Please leave positive comments I hope this chapter is up to stuff.

If any one were to walk in to Arthur's room instead of the ruffled ape descendent that is usually seen looking almost happy now a days, they would have run in to a small curled up…shaking pondering ball of flesh. Thoughts of last night floated through the young man's head as he tried to convince him self maybe all of last night was a dream. Even then when he deceived him self in to thinking the false thoughts were true why on earth wasn't he unnerved that he had sex with his best friend in the whole universe. Why did a strong blush creep on to his face as he remembered the hot steamy sound effects Marvin had saved, why didn't disgust worm it's way in to his stomach making it churn with a horror. His stomach was uneasy mind you but not with feelings of Yuckyness or 'what did I just do?' but so a fluttery light heart-ness that made him feel like some sort of teenaged girl.

Clutching his pillow in a desperate manor he breathed out a long sigh before he began to with draw in to serious thought about not only the happenings of last night but trillians words as well, did he really do this when he didn't know how to react to something. He thought back on various occasion thinking that he would find one occasion or two but not every single time.

Flipping through his memories, he began to find many instances where he had done just that,

The time he failed to find any tea and had him self a cry right in the middle of the kitchen before curling up in to a man ball.

The time he's lost his dressing gown some where in a very crowded and very cold bar, he curled up right in the bathroom after 2 failed attempts to retrieve it.

Then there was the time where the crazy thing that was always trying to kill him found it important to make sure every jar of jam in the next three galaxy was 'taken' so Arthur couldn't enjoy a nice spoon full on toast in the morning.

That was naming a few, various other instances flooded in to h is mind where he had curled up in his man ball and either cried or simply stayed silent.

"Do I really curl up that much "?

"Yes yes you do" the little voice in Arthur's brain responded

"Oh it's you again"

"I can feel the excitement in your thoughts."

"Am I actually having another conversation with my self"

"No one the ship has mind reading abilities so I'm guessing yes!"

"Right than."

"Getting back to the task at hand, this whole having sex with Ford ordeal"

"Y-yeah.."

"It did happen"

"Yeah I know" Arthur huffed mentally, he wasn't completely in denial.. Any more.

"Yes I know you know, I'm you remember"

"I know your me, this is my brain"

"Our brain you mean"

"Get on with it!"

"Fine! Alright than….You liked it didn't you"

"Liked what?" He began to grow red once more from his minds own words

"Liked the sex…you liked it!"

"You-I means I don't know that!"

"Nonsense I am you and I liked it so you did to didn't you"

"This is starting to get confusing"

"All you have to do it admit you liked it and I'll stop talking, for now any way" the pounding in Arthur's head was starting to tell him that maybe that wasn't such a bad idea.

"Fine..Ilikedit" He muttered in a mental slur

"What was that I couldn't hear you over de Nile"

"I like it! I like the filthy shag I had with my best friend the other night, there are you happy!"

"I'll answer that question with another question, are you?"

"What does that even mean"

"Figure it out man, you're not stupid" the voice trailed off leaving Arthur's mind vacant once more.

So once again the little voice had left him, alone curled up in his man ball. He sighed some, now that he thought about it the little voice's argument was a sound one and frankly although the thoughts of there night of passion made his face turn all kinds of red, it felt good.

His thoughts of admittance were interrupted by a hearty growl coming from his stomach, obvious his stomach didn't have a little voice to express it's displeasure so it settled with simply eating it self. At least that's what it felt like to the hungry ape descendant.

Uncurling him self in a very rollie pollie manor he pulled him self away from the warm slightly ruffled duvet of his bed readjusting his clothing and walking out the room. Even if it was morning…evening..afternoon? He fancied a bit of breakfast at the moment and asked the Nutro-matic for bacon and eggs. With a small bit of praying he got a pile of some what egg looking material and two strips of material that could honestly have been bacon if had not been for the fact they were rainbow colored.

While enjoying his late breakfast, Arthur failed to even notice the gingery haired form that was currently slumped over the counter, some sort of alcoholic drink clutched in his hand. One ford perfect couldn't keep his eyes from darting over to Arthur while he enjoyed his breakfast. Once the man was finally done, setting his spork (a very popular utensil among interstellar travelers) down, he finally noticed the electric blue eyes peering right at him.

Finally a voice broke the tension (in which could have been cut by said spork)

"So…um.."

"So um what?" Arthur retorted looking at ford from the corner of his eye.

"So uh, about last night"

"What about last night.."

"I'm sorry for taking advantage of you."

Arthur couldn't help but frown at the statement, an irrational spark of anger flickered to life in the back of his mind.

"Who says you took advantage of me, Maybe I took advantage of you" Arthur quipped back just as Trillian and Zaphod entered the kitchen.

Ford frowned as well, "Well I woke in your bed.. And I was the big spoon"

"That doesn't mean anything!"

"What do you mean that doesn't mean anything? look Arthur I'm just trying to apologize"

"Maybe I don't want your apology!"

"What I don-"

"I'm going back to my room"

Arthur slid off the counter stool stomping back to his room in a completely overdramatic manor. Leaving a confused trio to think about what the hell just happened.

Ford expelled a hard breath from his nose shoving his hands to his sides, turning around to face Zaphod and Trillian, "I'm going out! Zaphod we're gonna go get wasted now!" he almost yelled while frowning deeply. Zaphod didn't have any problem with heading out on a moments notice dragged along for what would hopefully be a crazy alcohol filled night.

Trillian sighed some as she pondered wither or not this was ever going to be resolved. She walked back to Arthur's room; although he wasn't curled up in his man ball he didn't look very happy either. Lied in a starfish manor on the bed he looked positively huffy up at the ceiling. While watching him lie there she was the only onlooker to watch as Arthur went through a small rainbow of emotions. From Angry (for no good reason), to upset, to sad, to some mesh of happy confusion, than back to regretful, than descending in to outright sadness again

"You done yet" She finally called out with a small comforting smirk.

"I dunno….I don't even know what just happened, like some one flipped a switch and I felt really mad at ford for some reason"

"Sounds like mood swings to me"

"I don't have mood swings"

"Than why did I just watch you go on an emotional roller coaster in only 5 seconds"

"I'm tired that's all"

"You spent all day in bed Arthur"

"Yes but I was only thinking"

"That sure does take up a lot of energy"

"Humph"

Trill rolls her eyes walking over to the foot of Arthur's bed and having a seat; "Don't get all huffy on me again."

"I'm not getting huffy"

"Says the man pouting."

"Harrumph"

"See there it is again" Trillian pointed literally at Arthur's face to his poked out lip and slightly puffed cheeks.

"So what." He mumbled contemplating on weather or not to pull the duvet over his head to shield Trillian from seeing him pout any further.

"You know ford and zap went out."

"Yeah your point being?" Arthur grumped

"I was just telling you, incase you wanted to know what he was doing…He seemed confused..and upset after your little argument "

"I should apologize in the morning…you know when he's not piss drunk"

"that is a splendid idea smartest thing I've heard all day" She giggled some

Arthur rolled his eyes before giving a small smile; "guess I should take that as a compliment"

"Yes yes you should" Trillian replies.

(At the bar)

Zaphod was of course being the usually light in a moth ridden cabinet, drawing all sorts of ladies, and things that might be ladies but ford really wasn't quite sure since a lot of them where sandwiched together trying to get there hands on the two headed former president of the galaxy. As the pocket of woman began to form around the already smashes former president, Ford started to get a healthy dose of Arthur-itis (A aliment he and Zaphod had named when ever either one was acting in a very ape descendant like manor)

Not a lot of people seem to be coming up to the Betelgusian, as he stood there at the bar drink clutched in his head barely touched from his shock at the situation. A confused frown was pulled cross his face as he looked around, various beings chatting with each other dancing and drinking. A few people had stumbled up to him asking for various dances and other less than favorable acts but…they were drunk and there for really didn't count in ford's book.

As he downs his 2nd drink he feels a pang of regret leaving Arthur after the small fight they had. The feeling that festers within his gut doesn't feel very good at all; the addition of alcohol doesn't make it much better. Although it brings the familiar tickle to his brain he doesn't feel up to the task of asking for another drink. He sure that Zaphod can stumble his way back to the ship and heads back to the heart of gold.

Trudging in to the ships kitchen like a defeated soldier he walks in to a very interesting sight of Arthur standing in the middle of the kitchen clad in only a pair of boxer shorts, rambling about something or another while interrogating the Nutro-matic demanding a cup of tea.

He smiled fondly at him thinking of how the chestnut haired man had failed yet to find cup of tea, his constant quest to attain the beverage was a laughable one that provided the two friends with a good amount of laughs when he looked back on it.

The earthman finally noticed the Betelgusian and jumped some "Oh it's you" he said in a tone that sounded meek and nervous.

Ford simply shrugged some, "yeah it's me."

Arthur turned to face Ford some blushing in a tone that fords would happily admit was absolutely adorable.

"I-I'm sorry for yelling at you…today…for no reason…this morning" the apology went on for a bit but the rest of it ford didn't find understandable.

Ford let him ramble for a bit before interrupting him "Do you really want to talk about it"

Ford watched as Arthur's Adams apple bopped some before he nodded and gave a small smile, "In my room?" Ford asked giving a small smile thinking for once a conversation could go on in his room.

They both made there way to ford's room which since ford found it so much easier to sleep in the kitchen, living room, hallow deck or where ever else his drunken form collapsed, his room was surprisingly very neat. Ford slipped off his shoes before flopping on the bed, Author takes a seat on the foot of the side of the bed sighing some letting him self-hunch over as they sat there in silence.

"So, your back home pretty earlier for a bar night" Arthur spoke up looking back at Ford as he brought a pillow to his own face.

Ford sighed heavily "Yeah, it was an awful night, I don't know what's wrong with those people, Zaphod had plenty of things, hanging off his arm!"

Arthur could always scrap up a bit of sympathy for Ford, he placed a hand on ford's let, initially only going in for a soft manly pat, but the feeling of warmth rushing through the both of them keeps his hand there stroking his friends leg softly.

"Well, I'm sure you'll get me next time, you quote the lady killer most nights"

"That was only once and it was not my fault she was covered in pudding," Ford said in a slightly rushed tone but a completely serious face.

Arthur did his best not to make his usual confused face, "what?"

"Never mind"

"Alright than."

There was a long pause With Arthur still stroking Ford's leg, the moment was nice.

Arthur was pulled out of his thoughts, as there was the sound of soft purring coming from the betelgusian currently lying across the bed.

"Are you purring ford?"

"Maybe~"

Arthur let out a chuckle while he continued to stroke his friend's leg. He felt his hand shift some as ford sat up setting a hand on Arthur's shoulder. He muffled a gasp feeling a jolt of warmth spread through out most of his body. Ford put both hands on Arthur's shoulders turning him to face the gingery haired man. "You know this is defiantly not the alcohol speaking when I say this..I'm really not even that drunk, it's more of a buzz really" "Ford~" "Right sorry". Ford swallowed heart forcing his one of his hearts back in to it's correct placing before speaking again, "I like you Arthur, I really do, and I'd really sort of most defiantly like there to be us. Instead of you and I"

Arthur gave a somewhat dreamy look of confusion, tilting his head some.

"What?" was the only thing he said while keeping his gaze on Ford?

"Yes we-Um, I'd like to be, would you."? He stuttered some while trying to keep the somewhat

Arthur smiled some pulling his arms around Ford's waist pulling them closer to each other.

"Ford your rambling. Stop it" and with that the earthman captured the Betelgeusian's lips in a soft, sweet kiss. Ford barely had time to react before his hands snaked there way under Arthur's robe caressing the torso of his boyfriend?

"your thinking to much" Arthur practically breathed in to Ford's mouth now that things were starting to get a little hot and heavy.

Ford promptly stops doing so and simply let's his hands and body do what ever they please, tangling them selves in the ape descendants limbs as more kissing insued.

Clothing soon made there way to the floor as the ford's bed was thoroughly mess up.

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