H2G2
Ford/Arthur
R
SMUT!
Disclaimer: Don't own it. No offense is intended.
A/N: If you don't like slash couplings then you shouldn't be reading this. Reviews are hearted, flames are accepted. However, flames are also printed out, and pasted to my kitchen cupboards so I can laugh and mock them while making coffee before class every morning. PWP Ahoy!
Upon request... The love-scene.
Part two: The Tea is Cold
After Arthur affirmed their exchange of emotions verbally, he went still. One hand clutched Ford's shirt protectively, and the other hand was no where to be felt. Ford wondered where it was, but could not bring himself to move to find out. They were very much spooning at this point, and Ford, despite what the rest of his body was saying, realized he was perfectly comfortable with this. Arthur's chest radiated heat dramatically, while the man from the vicinity of Betelgeuse found himself drifting to sleep, and as men from the vicinity of Betelgeuse are prone to do when extremely comfortable, Ford Prefect began to purr softly.
Arthur Dent, who had been nervously clutching to Ford's back the entire time, came back into reality upon hearing the purring. He might have laughed, had it not sent a shot of what can only be described as 'very-happy-indeed' down his spine and into more alert parts of his body. The man from the planet formerly existing as Earth collected his wits, and rolled Ford Prefect onto his back. Then, after climbing above him, set to the task of the previously mentioned fourth button.
Ford smiled up at Arthur's nervous expression. The troublesome button finally caved and was released, but Arthur's hands continued to tremble as they made their way down the shirt.
When the work was done he tried to make eye contact with Ford, "Could you sit up?"
With a feral grin that only caused Arthur further discomfort, Ford did so, coming unnecessarily close to Arthur's face. The earthman did his best to ignore the look, and slid the shirt off of Ford's body and onto the floor. Then he froze again. This was much easier when I was drunk, Arthur moaned internally,'I probably look like an idiot.'
" Arthur..." Ford started. His breath smelled surprisingly pleasant for someone who had been woken up.
" Y-yes, Ford?"
" I think we're skipping a part."
" Really?"
"Yes, really."
" What part m-might that be?"
Ford did not answer. In fact he had replaced the terrifying grin with a softer expression. One Arthur had only seen twice before during drunken episodes on Earth, where Ford, sloshed, would stare mournfully up at the sky. ' He wants you to kiss him,' Arthur's brain kicked. He closed his eyes and moved his face into Ford's. It was going to be magical, there were going to be fireworks, and Arthur missed his target almost completely. His mouth caught on Ford's bottom lip. He blushed furiously and pulled away, tugging the lip a bit as he went.
Ford Prefect wanted to laugh, was going to laugh, needed to laugh, but could not bring himself to do it. 'Poor Arthur,' he mused briefly. Arthur looked like he was going to give up and leave. To ensure he did not do this, Ford raised an arm and braced Arthur's neck; fingers tangling in the short, fine strands at his hairline. Slowly, but forcefully he inched their faces close again.
The breath passing by their lips danced together before moving on into the room. Their mouths skimmed each other lightly. There was no way Arthur could miss this time.
Ford whispered, " Try it again."
Arthur hesitated for a moment, when his brain uttered one final command, 'I swear, if you ruin this... Something I've been waiting for, for about three years now, I will jump out your ear and leave you for dead. Do you understand me?' His lips brushed on Ford's in hesitation one last time, and then melted to them in soft release. It was magic. There were bright flashes against his closed eyelids. Arthur felt familiarity, and took hold of the situation.
A surprised, but pleased noise floated out of Ford's throat and was swallowed by Arthur Dent's mouth as he threaded hands into the alien's hair and pushed him back down to the bed. The kiss deepened into something that was enough to make any other two creature's skin liquefy, jump from the body, and wait somewhere else until it was safe. Ford tried to run his own hands around to remove Arthur's shirt, but the earthman's hands were uncharacteristically clever, grabbing his, and pinning them above his head. Both men groaned as Arthur lay himself down, finally creating the contact they both had been waiting for.
"Mighty Zarquon," Ford uttered after having instigated the first round of motion.
Arthur nestled his face into Ford's neck, and breathed heavily. Shaking fingers passed smoothly down Ford's trapped arms, and stalled along his chest. There they left small feathery pressure marks timed to their hips. Ford noticed that Arthur's fingers were not the only things that were shaking. Arthur himself was trembling all over, and to Ford's embarrassment, he acknowledged that he was too. ' We're both as nervous as a Vogon grandmother in front of the Bugblatter Beast of Traal.'
When the pace increased, Ford reached his arms out and clawed at the back of Arthur Dent. Arthur, began to kiss Ford's lips again in a frantic sort of way between shy whimpers of pleasure. It had been a long time since either being had been in close contacts, and only a short amount of time passed before they reached the apex of their encounter. Neither one of them even cared that they were still wearing items of clothing, as a pleasured fog rolled over their minds. Ford whispered Arthur's name into the air, and the earthman kissed it off his lips before they both went still.
'This isn't just familiarity, is it?' Arthur struggled to think.
If his brain could have rolled over and lit a cigarette, it would have, but instead it grinned sheepishly and answered, ' Nope. This is love.'
' You bamboozled me. I think I can deal with that.' Arthur physically smiled as he thought this.
Ford Prefect felt the smile against his cheek, ' And to think, I wasn't even using pheromones.'
XD I feel dirty! Yay!