Title: Caramel Sweet
Author: T'eyla
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do own them, yes, they're all mine, and now, go on, sue me... hey, wait, just kidding... hey, what're you doing?! Noooo...... :)
AN: Something that leaped into my brain last night. It's over 100 words, but I'd say it's a drabble anyway... it's weird. Don't say I didn't warn you :).
"Say it, Malcolm. Please."
"No."
"Pleease! Jus' once."
"No, Trip. This is ridiculous."
"Oh, come on, so what. Jus' say it, for me."
"Stop, it, Trip, it's annoying."
"Jus' say it an' you'll get rid of me."
"I don't want to get rid of you, I simply want you to stop bugging me."
"Why can't you say it? Please?"
"Trip!"
"Please."
"--"
"Come on, Mal, pleease."
"Don't call me that."
"Jus' say it! One word!"
"Ah, God!" Malcolm propped himself up on his elbows and turned to glare at his lover who was lying beside him and giving him the best Trip Tucker-puppy-eyes-look. "Why do you want me to say it, anyway?"
"It sounds hilarious."
"Hrmpf." Malcolm plopped back down on the pillows. "I wouldn't know why my saying "quarters" should sound... " He trailed off as he heard Trip go into a giggling fit beside him. "Now what?"
"I jus' love the way you say it," said Trip between chuckles. "A cutting 'kw' in the beginning, the 'a' all long like an 'o', then no 'r', then the 't' spit out as if it tasted bad or something, and then the long 'ah-s' all nasal. It's like eating caramel sweets."
Malcolm was silent for a moment. "You're really weird, Trip," he said then. "You know that, don't you?"
Trip was still chuckling. "Guess I am."
DNE EHT