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As Stanford Pines’s assistant, you were no stranger to the weird and unexplainable, though there was always one thing that eluded you. That damn portal. As you bring a spare box of parts to the basement, you notice Ford sitting at his desk, just staring at the nearly-complete portal in front of him.
“Ford?”
The man is suddenly pulled from his thoughts, jumping slightly as he looks over at you.
“Yes?”
He questions, watching you sort through the box of scraps. You hesitate for a moment, before finally bringing yourself to speak, looking up at the man.
“Are… Are you sure this is a good idea?”
Ford is silent for a moment as he thinks. He then sighs, rubbing his temples with his fingers. “If you’re referring to the portal, yes. I’m sure it’s a good idea. And it will work.”
You sigh, fiddling with a scrap invention. “I’m not questioning whether it will WORK…” You mumble.
“Then what are you questioning?” The man asks, sounding slightly confused, unsure of where you were going with your questioning. He places his hands on his desk, fiddling with his fingers as he looks up at you. You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.
“I’m questioning whether it’s a good idea.”
Ford is silent for a moment, before he sighs.
“Let me ask you a question. What exactly do you think is a bad idea about this?” He gestures towards the portal, his gaze still on you. You take a moment, debating whether or not you should speak, before sighing, pinching the bridge of your nose.
“This… This muse of yours, can you even trust him? I mean, for god's sake, you say he appeared to you in a dream and…” You trail off, watching as the question clearly catches Ford off guard, a stern look appearing on his face. He’s quiet for a moment, contemplating his words, before he responds. His voice is firmer, colder.
“Of course I can. He’s been nothing but helpful for the past few months. I see no reason not to trust him.”
“Ford, I just don’t think-”
Before you could complete your sentence, he cuts you off, raising his voice.
“You’re just overreacting! Bill has given me more knowledge than i could have found out on my own in several lifetimes! That… That muse is one of the best things to have ever happened to me!”
You purse your lips as he rants, rolling your eyes. “Fine. Fine!”
Ford lets out a sigh, his irritation evident at your questioning of his work. He pushes his glasses up his nose before continuing to speak.
“I’m glad you understand,” He says curtly. “I Swear, you’re starting to sound like Stan-”
“Hey, fuck you!” You interject as your gaze hardens. Ford is immediately caught off guard.
“Excuse me?!” His irritation spikes as he rises from his desk, crossing his arms as he nears you. You look at him, gaze steely.
“You don't get to compare me with people from your past!” You hiss. Ford is getting more and more irritated by your responses, his expression souring even further as he speaks, his voice even colder.
“And you don’t get to question my trust in my work. I don’t care how long you’ve been my assistant, or how much you mistrust my muse, I need you to trust MY judgment in my work-”
“And I said fine!”
He continues to glare at you, clearly dissatisfied with your answer, though he was more focused on trying to make you fully understand his words.
“Oh, no, no, no. It’s going to take more than just a ‘fine’. I need you to understand that I trust Bill with my work, and you cannot question that. Do you understand?”
“You can’t control what I think. But I said FINE.”
Ford’s hands grip his arms firmly as he speaks, his voice coming out as even more agitated.
“Well, I need you to trust my judgment, otherwise what’s the point of having an assistant if you’ll just… question my every decision?! Because let me tell you this; if you continue to question my work and my ideas, then you will be fired, do you understand?”
“Fuck, whatever!” You glare at him as you store the last piece of metal away. “Will that be ALL?”
Ford lets out a huff, irritated by your stubbornness and the way you were speaking to him. His glare remained as he slowly nodded, opening his mouth to speak.
“Yes, that’ll be all. You can leave.”
You storm up the stairs of his lab, slamming the door on your way out. Ford watches as you leave, a cold look plastered on his face. His arms are still crossed as he slowly sits back at his desk, his mood soured by the interaction between the two of you. After a few minutes, he lets out a deep exhale as he leans forwards, burying his head in his hands. He was frustrated and irritated by your stubbornness, not understanding why you had been acting like that.
He sits in silence for what feels like forever, the only sound in the lab being the humming of machinery and the occasional creak of his chair as he shifts in place. He was deep in thought, trying to figure out your issue with the portal, your issue with Bill. he sighs, running a hand through his thick, messy hair. He still feels that frustration, though it’s tinged with a hint of concern.
“What is going through their head…”
He mumbles quietly, leaning back in his chair. After another few moments of thought, he lets out a huff, rising from his desk. He walks to the staircase, every step heavy, his hands clenched into fists as he starts to walk up the stairs and towards your room. Eventually, he stops in front of your door, hesitating before raising fist and knocking one, two, three times. He was full of both irritation and concern as he waited for you to answer.
“What.”
Your voice comes out harsher than you intended, though in your state of anger you didn’t really care. Ford is quiet for a moment, taking a second to regain his composure before speaking. Despite his previous irritation, there's a hint of softness in his tone.
“Can I come in? We need to talk.”
You pause for a moment. “I’m shirtless.”
You hear him sigh from the other side of the door, quiet for a moment before he speaks again.
“Is… that a yes?”
It’s your turn to sigh, before you say a reluctant ‘Yes,’ Ford entering the room immediately after. He freezes for a moment, a noticeable blush on his cheeks. He can’t help but stare for a second, his eyes lingering on your exposed torso before he averts his eyes, trying to regain his composure. It’s nothing he hasn't seen before, after all. Living and working together in such a dangerous field will have you closer with your research partner than most duos.
“R-right… Uh…”
He’s at a slight loss for words, unable to take his eyes off of you for a moment before snapping himself out of it, trying to focus on what he wanted to say.
“You can take the desk.” He hears you say, irritation clear in your tone. He quickly nods his head, muttering a quiet ‘thank you’ as he takes a seat at your desk, turning the chair towards your bed. He sits down, continuing to avoid looking directly at you.
“Alright… That’s better..”
Ford mutters. He takes a deep breath, collecting his thoughts as he focuses on the reason he’s in your room in the first place.
“About.. The portal-”
You immediately cut him off with a groan and an eye roll.
“What about that thing?”
He’s taken aback by your sudden interruption and reaction.
“Hey, don’t be like that! It’s important!”
He retorts, his tone now irritated again. His jaw tightened as he spoke, still on edge from your previous ‘conversation’. He takes another of what feels like a long series of deep breaths before speaking again, still frustrated, though his tone is calmer than before.
“Look, I.. we need to talk about it, because… because something about your whole ‘attitude’ towards it is bothering me.”
“I just don’t like the thing, okay?”
He lets out a huff at your response, a wave of frustration washing over him. He was starting to get even more irritated, and, to be honest, a bit annoyed with your attitude towards the portal.
“But that’s what I don’t understand!”
He says, his voice raising slightly as he continues.
“Why don’t you like the thing? What’s your problem with it?”
He crosses his arms, waiting for your answer. When you don’t speak right away, his frustration starts to show through both his body language and tone.
“I don’t understand why you’re so against it! It’s a groundbreaking invention that will change the study of science as we know it, and you’re just sitting there, acting like it’s nothing!”
“It’s not nothing!” You interject. “But, I don’t think it’ll lead to anything good!”
Ford raises an eyebrow, his frustration getting the better of him.
“And what makes you think that? You don’t have any concrete evidence that it won’t lead to anything good! All you have are your feelings and some.. Some wild suspicion!”
“And what about you?”
He’s caught off guard at your question, not expecting you to turn the tables on him.
“What about me? I have plenty of evidence to back up my research. I’ve been studying the supernatural for longer than you’ve even known what it means, I know what i’m-”
“We’re the same fucking age!” You hiss, cutting him off. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, screwing his eyes shut for a moment. He stands up from your desk, taking a small step towards you.
“I know that, but I have been in the field much longer than you have. My knowledge of the supernatural and the paranormal is far greater than-”
You groan again, cutting him off. You stand up, angrily walking towards him. Ford is suddenly hyper aware of your bare torso, his face breaking into a flush. He averts his eyes, trying desperately to look anywhere but at you. He grows more and more flustered by the second, his heart racing in his chest.
“I don’t think it's safe.” you say, staring into his eyes. The scientist is slightly taken aback by your blunt words, expecting a discussion or argument, not a simple assessment.
“What do you mean you don’t think it’s safe? I’ve run countless simulations and calculations. I’ve thoroughly tested and examined every aspect of the portal, and I can assure you, it is completely safe.”
“A simulation is nothing compared to a real life study and you know it!” You hiss. Ford feels more and more irritated by the second, not able to grasp that you were still doubting his work and research, despite all the time and effort the two of you had put into it. When he replies, he’s defensive.
“I know simulations aren’t the same as real life studies, but they’re a damn good indication of what will happen in a real life situation! I’ve run countless simulations with every possible variable in mind, and every single one has shown that the portal will be completely safe!”
It's your turn to snap back, and you’re just as frustrated as he is.
“It’s not even your work though! It’s that damned so-called ‘muse’ of yours!”
Ford is taken aback by your statement, his gaze hardening.
“What do you mean it’s not my work?! I’ve spent years- poured my heart and soul into this thing! Every single part of it aside from the initial blueprints is my own work! It’s my creation, damn it!”
“And what spawned this creation?”
He’s quiet for a moment, clenching his jaw as he takes in your question. He knew what you were getting at, and it only served to further agitate him.
“Fine. the portal spawned from my muse’s designs. But that doesn’t change the fact that I've made it my own. Made it better. Without me, the portal would just be a useless pile of blueprints!”
“And it should have stayed that way!”
Ford steps closer to you, his hands in tight fists at his sides as he continues to argue his case.
“You don’t understand what this portal can do! It’s going to change everything, it’s-”
You interrupt him immediately, also taking a step forward. Your bare chest is now pressed against his. “It’s going to fuck everything up, that’s what it’s going to do!” You jab your finger into his chest, punctuating each of your next words. “The portal. Is. A. Bad. Idea.” You hiss.
He’s distracted now, that much you can tell. Ford starts to lose focus with every jab of your finger sending a shiver down his spine. He fights an internal battle, his rational mind and his rising desire struggling against each other. He knew how important this conversation was, but it was getting harder and harder for him to think straight as you pressed yourself against him. He tries to hold back, his mind telling him to remain close and rational, though his body was betraying him. He felt his pulse quicken and his breathing become more labored as he fought to keep his composure, though that was a losing battle, and he knew it.
“Th.. The portal will be incredible, it’s going to change everything-”
“Prove it!”
Ford’s slipping, and he knows it. He’s struggling to think clearly, his mind a jumbled mess of desire and distraction. He tries to come up with a rational response. He stands there for a moment, flexing his hands as he tries to come up with a response. Finally, he speaks, his voice breathless and shaky, his words coming out in a rush.
“The portal will.. Allow us to access dimensions, places and.. And times, that we’ve never even dreamed of before…”
You quirk an eyebrow, and Ford becomes increasingly frustrated with your skepticism. Despite the overwhelming sensations running through his body, he was determined to make you understand the potential of his invention.
“And… And with the portal, we’ll be able to expand our knowledge and understanding of both the world and universe like never before. We’ll be able to discover things… that will change everything… It’s… It’s going to be…”
He couldn’t finish his sentence. For once in his life, he was lost for words. He stood there, struggling to explain how amazing he thought the portal would be, though his mind was too clouded by the sensations running through his body, his physical and mental states both taken over by your close proximity and the way your body felt against his. The usually stoic man finds himself even more frustrated and overwhelmed, his words coming out in an exasperated rush of frustration and desire.
“D-damnit, let me think!”
You roll your eyes yet again. “I’m not stopping you, genius!”
“You… y-you’re distracting me! You’re making it impossible for me to think clearly!” He shoots back, overwhelmed.
“Fucking.. How?!”
Ford is taken aback by your question, his emotions and body starting to get the better of him.
“How?! How!? You’re standing here in front of me, with no shirt on, pressed up against me! You’re making it very difficult to focus on anything else!”
“And what, you fucking like that a little too much?” You snarl. He’s once again caught off guard by your words and tone, his face flushing as he tries to form a response. He’s struggling to keep up with the conversation, and he was growing more and more frustrated with his inability to focus as you pressed up against him. He stutters for a moment before you finally step back, though this doesn’t seem to help much, as now you’re in his direct view.
“You want me to trust you? Your muse? Make me!”
He freezes for a moment, his eyes going wide as he realizes what you were suggesting. Without a second thought, he lunges forward, his body taking over as he grabs you by the arms, pressing you against the wall, his mind overtaken by the urge to have you, to feel you against him. He presses himself against you, his body flush against yours as he pins you to the wall, his hands roaming over your body. He leans in, nuzzling his face against your neck, his lips ghosting over your skin as he inhales your scent. He nips at your neck gently at first, his bites growing harder and more demanding with each point of contact between the two of you. He continues to nip and suck at your neck, his hands roaming lower, reaching your waist before pulling you even closer to him. His lips explored your collarbone as his hands reach your hips, gripping them tightly. His lips find your ear as whispers, his voice ragged.
“You want me to make you? I’ll make you.”
He spins you around, pressing your front against the wall, breathing heavily as he pressed himself against you, hands still gripping your hips as his body is flush against yours. The evidence of his arousal is clear, pressing into your back as he nuzzles your neck, his breathing heavy and hot against you. He rocks his hips against your ass, nipping at your ear.
“You’re driving me crazy. Insane.”
He hooks his thumbs through your bottoms, pulling them down. The clothes pool at your feet as he fumbles with his belt, finally managing to free himself of the constraints of his pants, his boxers going down next.
“I need you. You. so bad.”
He pants, moving to nip at your neck. His tongue trailed over your skin as he rutted his cock against you, his hands gripping your hips tight enough to leave bruises. His mind is too consumed by need and desire to think coherently as he continues to rock against you. He grunts as he pushes into you without warning, earning a gasp from you. He was lost in the sensations of it all, his body seemingly moving on its own as he pressed himself deeper into you, his breath coming out in short, ragged gasps. He could hardly think as he continued to thrust into you, the sound of skin on skin filling the room as he grunts and groans, still gripping your hips as he loses himself in you.
“The portal! Is not! Stupid!”
He manages to growl in between thrusts.
“It’s… It’s not stupid! You’re… You’re just! A… a skeptic!”
“I'm not a skeptic!” You protest, a small spot of drool dripping down your face as you speak.
He thrusts harder, driving his cock into you, sending jolts of pleasure through the both of you as he tries to convince you of the machine's importance. Curses and whimpers spill from your mouth as you grind back against him, trying to angle him further into you.
“Ford, please-”
“You… You have no… idea what you’re talking about! It’ll… It’ll change everything!”
You whine, moaning out his name as you plant your hands on the wall Ford has you pressed against. Ford loses himself in the sounds of your whimpers and moans, the sound of his name on your lips driving him wild. His movements become more desperate and frenzied as the pleasure courses through him, each thrust impossibly harder than the last.
“Say my name, please- Say it, i need to hear it, i need-”
His voice falters into a moan, his words escaping as he is completely overtaken by the feel of you around him, your walls fluttering around him, teasing him, torturing him.
“Please, say it… Say my name. SAY IT-”
He couldn’t continue, cutting himself off with a grunt, consumed by the intensity of the need coursing through him, his body responding to your every move as he chased his release, his name on your lips the only thing he could think of.
“Fuck, Ford!”
You yelp, feeling his hand move from your hip to snake in between your legs. His mind and body immediately reacted to the sound of you moaning his name, pleasure washing over him as his name falls from your lips like a prayer. His hand moves in front of you, seeking to give you the pleasure you needed, needing to make you say his name again, to hear you say it in the way only you could. His fingers find you, finding a pace that makes you whine and moan, bucking against him, his name on your lips driving him wild.
“Say… Say it’s not stupid.” he growls, his fingers working you, his body responding to the sounds you made as he moved against you.
“I’m sorry, I'm sorry!” You pant, whimpering. “It’s not stupid, Ford!”
He continues to move against you, his body flush against you, driving you into the wall, his mind completely lost to the pleasure coursing through him, your words only serving to fuel his need. He was close, so close, but he needed more, needed to hear you say it again. His voice comes out low and raspy as he speaks, his breath hot against your ear.
“Say it. Say it one more time. One more time, please. Please…”
“The portal… It’s not stupid!”
Your voice comes out in a whimper, your chest heaving as you gasp. Ford’s body reacted immediately to your words, the sound of you finally submitting driving him closer to the edge. He thrusts harder, his body moving faster, his need and desire reaching a fever pitch as he reached the point of no return.
“Damnit. Damnit! Yes. Yes! You’re right, you’re right… I'm.. I’m close. So close! I need you to say it again, Please. One more time. Please!”
You bite your lip, your back involuntarily arching against his thrusts, your orgasm so close.
“You’re a genius, Ford, FUCK! I’m sorry I doubted you, I-” another low moan escapes you as you finally tip over that edge, your body spasming as you come unraveled. The sound of your praise, your apology, sends a final wave of pleasure through Ford’s body, pushing him over the brink. He grunts and moans as he finds his release, the pressure and need bursting free and overwhelming him.
“Hnng-”
He shudders as he comes, his body still pressed flush against yours as he pants and gasps, reeling from his orgasm, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through his body. He continues to move his hand against you, fingers working deftly as he sags against you, his body feeling weak and shaky. He tries to speak, though his words are caught in his throat, so weak and raspy that they were barely audible. All he could manage at that point was a small, shaky whisper.
“Say my name again.”
You oblige, and he shudders at your voice. He’s still panting, trying to catch his breath as his fingers continue their relentless attack on you.
“Again. Say it again.”
“Ford!” you gasp out, and he shivers once again, the sound sending a wave of warmth through him. He closes his eyes, relishing in the sound of you saying his name, both of your bodies trembling. He continues to touch you, wanting to provide you with the same pleasure you had just given him. He notices the way you tremble, overstimulated against his hand.
“Again. One more time, that's it. I need to hear you. Just one more!”
“Please, I can’t-” You squirm against him, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He could hear the strain in your voice, the plea for him to stop, but he couldn't help himself. Not when he was so close to hearing his name on your lips one last time, one more time that he knew would drive him wild.
“I know, I know,” He coos, his voice soft. “Just once more. Can you do that for me?”
You’re almost writhing in place as you finally manage to gasp out; “Ford, please!” He shivers as his name leaves your mouth for the final time, his body trembling with satisfaction, his breath ragged as he slowly moves his hand away from you, simultaneously pulling himself out of you, knowing that you had reached your limit.
“Okay, okay. Enough. I’ve got you. You’re okay.”
He gathers you into his arms, holding you close to him as he moves the two of you to the bed, trying to soothe and comfort you after the intense pleasure the both of you had just experienced. Ford was still trembling slightly, the aftershocks of his own pleasure still lingering.
“Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
He looks concerned, though he breathes a sigh of relief as you grunted in response, nuzzling into him, glad to hear that you were okay. He held you close to him, his arms protectively circling around you, one of his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back, comforting you as he spoke.
“Good. I didn’t mean to go too far, I just… The way you say my name, it’s… It’s like the sweetest sound I've ever heard.”
You curse in response, and he laughs, the sound of you after such intense pleasure sending a wave of satisfaction through him. He pulls you closer, holding you against his chest, his heart pounding as he gently cards his fingers through your hair.
“You’re incredible, you know that?”
He leans down, and plants a soft kiss on the top of your head, his lips lingering for a moment as he continues to hold you. He could feel the beat of his heart returning to a semi-normal pace, the adrenaline fading, leaving him weary but satisfied.
“You drive me wild, you know that? You drive me absolutely crazy.”
You sigh softly, looking up into his eyes. “Are we still fighting?”
Ford chuckles at your question, the argument leading up to this moment seeming so… trivial.
“No, we’re not fighting anymore. How could I fight with you after what just happened? You’ve driven all coherent thought from my head.”
He pulls back slightly to look at you, a soft, warm smile on his face as he gently brushes a strand of your hair away from your face.
“Besides, I think we’ve found a much better way to resolve our differences, don’t you think?”