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What a special day, a day when Ford thought he was alone, rooted to his home all alone. At first it was like a normal day for him, a normal day with many worries and forgotten memories. If Stanley had been here that day, he probably would have gotten expensive alcohol from his beloved brother. His brother had never forgotten a birthday of his and would have given him anything he could need. But...he and his brother had been apart for years and Ford didn't want to admit it, he missed Stanley very much, he was not only his brother but also his best friend. And he also felt remorse for not having done anything in the past.
At least Ford thought it was a normal day when his muse came to visit him that day. Very unexpectedly even when he wished him a happy birthday, very personal and he had to hide his embarrassed blush because he was flattered and surprised that Bill thought of these things even though Bill didn't know much about human months or time zones.
But Ford quickly pushed this matter to the back of his mind and wanted to celebrate his birthday with his muse. At first he didn't know what he and Bill were going to do on his special day, it had been so long since he had celebrated with someone he accepted like family or maybe even more than that. Bill however knew instantly how to throw a small party and how to make it memorable, he snapped his fingers and in Ford's hands was a cup full of alcohol.
Ford wasn't really an alcoholic, but a little sip did him good to recover from his research and get his young body going, as he was born to do.
“Don't be so shy Fordsy, a little sip will make you forget the things that worry you” were Bill's words as he took a little sip from his glass of alcohol himself, but didn't want to overdo it that night to create the best memory Ford had ever had.
They did this and that, played chess, maybe little party games, but the end was the highlight of their night and their relationship as partners when they decided to sing karaoke.
They were loud, wild and unsurpassable, their voices could probably be heard all over the small town that night, the stars in the sky shining down on them and the smell of alcohol in the air.
How long that night lasted they didn't know, not a second or minute had passed for them. Bill was the first to throw his microphone behind him as the song ended, his arm around Ford's shoulder.
“Ah-Sixer that was a long night, I hope you'll never forget it” Bill said a little underwhelmed as if he wished it would never end.
Ford and Bill were close as Bill hovered around Ford to his face when Ford gave him no answer, the alcohol was perhaps a little excessive, also because the clever brain Ford very rarely drank one. Ford's cheeks and nose were red, as red as the sun's evening light, his eyes fixed on his muse from top to bottom with trembling lips that didn't know what to do. The sight of his muse fascinated him more than ever, alluring, abstract and glowing like the sun of a galaxy, his galaxy.
Ford's hands were shaky and pleading, as if he had fallen to the floor to worship his muse. His hands wrapped around Bill's form, as thought Bill was as warm as any living creature and simply unique as if he had been the only one of his kind, Bill's small hands were on his fingers, squeezing them, Bill's eye shyly turned away, a gesture rarely seen.
Then this deep feeling emerged.
Ford wanted to kick that feeling away, very much so, but the alcohol had taken over his thoughts and his actions and it just happened.
It just happened as Ford pushed his muse to him and kissed him, Ford had tried to kiss Bill as best he could and had done his best, partly because Bill was a different life form, but it seemed to have worked as his muse couldn't hold himself in the air anymore at this surprise and Ford let him sit on his hands, Bill was also somehow redder and pinker than usual under his eye, quite cute on Ford's part to see such a powerful interdimensional being so embarrassed.
Even his burning cheeks he couldn't stop because his muse wouldn't stop being so cute, but his head was also starting to hurt from all the alcohol.
"I- lov-"Ford could not formulate it.
“Sixer-?” Bill was not angry, but rather exposed to many feelings he had never wanted to feel since he had met Ford. However, before Bill could address more of his babble that Ford liked so much, Ford suddenly fell to the ground, and the smart head was lucky he had fallen into a bush. The alcohol had probably been far too much for the smart head. Bill let out a sigh and laughed a little because it was so sudden.
“You humans are really strange sometimes,” Bill hummed, clutching Ford's coat with his hands and carrying him to the couch in Ford's shack.
Ford was exhausted from the long night and you could guess that because Ford was always a snorer once he got a good night's sleep.
Bill put Ford down on the couch, took the blanket and tucked Ford in.
“Happy birthday, Sixer”
Bill didn't realize he was staring at Ford for a few seconds until strong arms wrapped around him and hugged him.
“Bill...don't leave me....” Ford whispered softly into his sleep, his embrace around Bill so longing.
“I won't Fordsy...I promise”