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severity_softlyTitle: The Arduous Wooing of a Tall Northern Jazzy Freak, part VIII: Every Bit What It Looks Like
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severity_softly
Fandom: The Mighty Boosh
Rating: PG
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Word count: ~800
Summary: Vince finally realizes his usual approach is better than caution.
Notes: A tag to "Party". This is a new part of the series of ficlets I've been writing. Beta'd by the very sweetnebula99. :)
Previous Installments: 1. Nightmare After The Nightmare, 2. The Engine of an Aeroplane, 3. With Eyes Closed, 4. Lipstick, 5. The Brain Cell That Wouldn't Shut Up, 6. Wife and... Wife, 7. Guillotine
If Vince had known taking his usual approach with things might work with Howard, he would have pounced on Howard ages ago. He usually jumped into things head first and didn't look back, but he knew Howard well enough to know that normally freaked him out. So he'd tried to be patient with him, where moving from friendship to more was concerned. Except when Vince kissed Howard to save himself from the Head Shaman, Howard responded. Quite enthusiastically.
Who knew it could be that easy with Howard? Howard was never easy.
Of course, once they'd fallen off the roof and that girl walked out to talk to Howard, Howard had tried to backtrack. When everyone left, Vince walked back into the shop, still upset. The bouncy castle enduced glee had been nice, but short-lived.
"Do it again."
Vince hadn't seen Naboo follow him in, and swung around to look at him. "Do what again?"
Naboo lifted his eyebrows and gave Vince a smiley nod. "You know."
"I--" Vince started, then stopped. His mouth dropped open a bit, then he managed, "How did you know?"
"I'm a shaman. I can read your mind. Always could," Naboo said.
"What?" Vince gasped. "You can read my--?"
"No, you idiot," Naboo said, a smile crossing his face that held a hint of mischief. "Bollo was out the back, heard Howard yelling."
"Oh," Vince said, his shoulders relaxing. "Doesn't matter; it's over now."
"Do it again," Naboo repeated, then disappeared up the stairs.
Vince sighed and pressed his hands to the counter, thinking, though nothing came to mind. The back door of the shop opened and closed after a moment, then Howard was standing next to him.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Vince said.
"And I'm David Bowie's great uncle," Howard said flatly.
Vince brightened for a moment, turning to smile at Howard. "Are you?"
Howard closed his eyes and drew a slow breath. "No," he said, then opened his eyes to look at Vince.
Vince deflated again and glared. "Thought you were a massive gayist," he muttered.
"You acted like I'd gone wrong," Howard retorted.
"Yeah, well I wasn't expecting you to blurt out everything I've been thinking about us like that," Vince said. Howard's mouth opened, his expression somewhere between surprise and ready to protest, but Vince cut him off, "And then you tried to kiss me again," he added, pulling his headband off and tossing it aside.
"I didn't," Howard said.
"Oh my God, you are so stupid. That's how we fell off the roof, Howard! What else would 'pucker up' mean?!" Vince demanded.
Howard stared at him like a deer in headlights for a moment, and Vince let out an exasperated huff of breath. Do it again, he though. Fuck it. He closed the distance between them and pressed Howard against the counter. Howard opened his mouth to say something, but Vince covered it with his own, pulling Howard down into a kiss.
It was gentle at first, because Howard had tensed, but Vince just kept kissing his lower lip and the corner of his mouth, his hands sliding up Howard's back. He ghosted his lips over Howard's jaw, feeling Howard start to melt, and then he tossed Howard's hat off and buried his hand in Howard's wispy hair. When his lips met Howard's again, Howard finally responded and kissed him back, making a noise that somehow sounded half unsure and half relieved.
"Ahhh..." a low gravelly voice sounded from behind Vince, sounding unsure.
Howard automatically tensed. "This is not what it looks like."
Vince's mouth dropped open, and he turned to look at Bollo without letting go of Howard. "This is every bit what it looks like," he argued.
"No it isn't," Howard said, and Vince pulled him down to kiss him hard.
This time, Howard seemed to have more trouble resisting it, and kissed back. His hands lifted to Vince's hips, but his arms were stiff, like he couldn't decide whether to push Vince away or not.
"I should go," Bollo said, and at the same time Vince agreed, Howard protested.
Vince pulled back to look at him. "You kinky bitch. Never expected you'd want to be watched," he said, grinning.
"Bollo would rather gouge his eyes out," Bollo said, and Vince heard him leave.
He looped his arm around Howard's neck and kissed him again. "'The molten sexual tension'?" he murmured between kisses.
"I was joking," Howard said, but he was leaning into the kisses now, his arm sliding around Vince's waist.
"Howard?" Vince said.
"Yeah?"
"Shut up," Vince replied, then pressed hungry lips Howard's again.
~
Next Installment: Double Standard
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Author:
severity_softlyFandom: The Mighty Boosh
Rating: PG
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Word count: ~800
Summary: Vince finally realizes his usual approach is better than caution.
Notes: A tag to "Party". This is a new part of the series of ficlets I've been writing. Beta'd by the very sweet
nebula99. :)Previous Installments: 1. Nightmare After The Nightmare, 2. The Engine of an Aeroplane, 3. With Eyes Closed, 4. Lipstick, 5. The Brain Cell That Wouldn't Shut Up, 6. Wife and... Wife, 7. Guillotine
If Vince had known taking his usual approach with things might work with Howard, he would have pounced on Howard ages ago. He usually jumped into things head first and didn't look back, but he knew Howard well enough to know that normally freaked him out. So he'd tried to be patient with him, where moving from friendship to more was concerned. Except when Vince kissed Howard to save himself from the Head Shaman, Howard responded. Quite enthusiastically.
Who knew it could be that easy with Howard? Howard was never easy.
Of course, once they'd fallen off the roof and that girl walked out to talk to Howard, Howard had tried to backtrack. When everyone left, Vince walked back into the shop, still upset. The bouncy castle enduced glee had been nice, but short-lived.
"Do it again."
Vince hadn't seen Naboo follow him in, and swung around to look at him. "Do what again?"
Naboo lifted his eyebrows and gave Vince a smiley nod. "You know."
"I--" Vince started, then stopped. His mouth dropped open a bit, then he managed, "How did you know?"
"I'm a shaman. I can read your mind. Always could," Naboo said.
"What?" Vince gasped. "You can read my--?"
"No, you idiot," Naboo said, a smile crossing his face that held a hint of mischief. "Bollo was out the back, heard Howard yelling."
"Oh," Vince said, his shoulders relaxing. "Doesn't matter; it's over now."
"Do it again," Naboo repeated, then disappeared up the stairs.
Vince sighed and pressed his hands to the counter, thinking, though nothing came to mind. The back door of the shop opened and closed after a moment, then Howard was standing next to him.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Vince said.
"And I'm David Bowie's great uncle," Howard said flatly.
Vince brightened for a moment, turning to smile at Howard. "Are you?"
Howard closed his eyes and drew a slow breath. "No," he said, then opened his eyes to look at Vince.
Vince deflated again and glared. "Thought you were a massive gayist," he muttered.
"You acted like I'd gone wrong," Howard retorted.
"Yeah, well I wasn't expecting you to blurt out everything I've been thinking about us like that," Vince said. Howard's mouth opened, his expression somewhere between surprise and ready to protest, but Vince cut him off, "And then you tried to kiss me again," he added, pulling his headband off and tossing it aside.
"I didn't," Howard said.
"Oh my God, you are so stupid. That's how we fell off the roof, Howard! What else would 'pucker up' mean?!" Vince demanded.
Howard stared at him like a deer in headlights for a moment, and Vince let out an exasperated huff of breath. Do it again, he though. Fuck it. He closed the distance between them and pressed Howard against the counter. Howard opened his mouth to say something, but Vince covered it with his own, pulling Howard down into a kiss.
It was gentle at first, because Howard had tensed, but Vince just kept kissing his lower lip and the corner of his mouth, his hands sliding up Howard's back. He ghosted his lips over Howard's jaw, feeling Howard start to melt, and then he tossed Howard's hat off and buried his hand in Howard's wispy hair. When his lips met Howard's again, Howard finally responded and kissed him back, making a noise that somehow sounded half unsure and half relieved.
"Ahhh..." a low gravelly voice sounded from behind Vince, sounding unsure.
Howard automatically tensed. "This is not what it looks like."
Vince's mouth dropped open, and he turned to look at Bollo without letting go of Howard. "This is every bit what it looks like," he argued.
"No it isn't," Howard said, and Vince pulled him down to kiss him hard.
This time, Howard seemed to have more trouble resisting it, and kissed back. His hands lifted to Vince's hips, but his arms were stiff, like he couldn't decide whether to push Vince away or not.
"I should go," Bollo said, and at the same time Vince agreed, Howard protested.
Vince pulled back to look at him. "You kinky bitch. Never expected you'd want to be watched," he said, grinning.
"Bollo would rather gouge his eyes out," Bollo said, and Vince heard him leave.
He looped his arm around Howard's neck and kissed him again. "'The molten sexual tension'?" he murmured between kisses.
"I was joking," Howard said, but he was leaning into the kisses now, his arm sliding around Vince's waist.
"Howard?" Vince said.
"Yeah?"
"Shut up," Vince replied, then pressed hungry lips Howard's again.
~
Next Installment: Double Standard
~
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Date: 2009-08-22 08:20 pm (UTC)"This is every bit what it looks like,"
Haha! Brilliant!
I love Howard's denial and Vince's adamance. I'm really enjoying this :)xx
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Date: 2009-08-23 12:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-22 08:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-23 12:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-23 03:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-23 08:01 am (UTC)Perhaps, though, it isn't.
I adored the way Howard slowly came round: not that he wasn't letting Vince kiss him but in permitting himself to kiss back. *nods*
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Date: 2009-08-23 11:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-23 11:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-23 12:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-23 03:40 pm (UTC)Vince pulled back to look at him. "You kinky bitch. Never expected you'd want to be watched," he said, grinning.
"Bollo would rather gouge his eyes out," Bollo said, and Vince heard him leave.
Bahaha oh how I loved Bollo!
xxx
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Date: 2009-08-23 04:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-23 08:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-23 08:48 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2009-08-24 04:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-24 12:06 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2009-08-24 03:43 pm (UTC)"I'm a shaman. I can read your mind. Always could," Naboo said.
"What?" Vince gasped. "You can read my--?"
"No, you idiot," Naboo said, a smile crossing his face that held a hint of mischief. "Bollo was out the back, heard Howard yelling."
I love the way your supporting characters were every bit as hilarious and in-character as your leads. And, obviously, I thought Howard and Vince were utterly adorable. I can totally see all of this happening. :D *GLEE*
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Date: 2009-08-24 04:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-10 07:34 am (UTC)