BillFord A Touching Story ;)

The Study

Ford took Bill up on his offer to study his physical form, would it be awkward, of course, but at the end of the day his research mattered..and he was curious to say the least. Bill walked out in one of Ford's old robes and sat on the chair in front of his desk, "You gonna draw me like one of your French girls?" 

"Titanic reference, love it." Ford laughed softly, "We can always stop if you feel uncomfortable." 

"Oh Sixer, I'll turn that around right back at you, wouldn't want to scare you away," Bill smirked and dropped the robe while facing away from him, this form that he had, had tattoos, and markings in different languages on his back, these markings were on his shoulders and down to his his lower back as well. Ford got straight to work sketching out on a pad what he looked like, inevitably he got to the part that he was most embarrassed by was sketching out his..lower half. 

To be honest, Bill didn't look bad in the slightest, it was the opposite, Ford tried to keep his mind blanked out because he wasn't sure if Bill could hear the thoughts he was having but he caved and let his mind wander as he sketched, wondering what the front would look like.

Ford couldn't see it but Bill's smirk became wider, he heard it all right, but he wasn't gonna spoil Ford's fun, this was very entertaining to him. "Getting all the good angles there Sixer?" he teased, "I hope to see the sketch once you're done." Bill swayed his hips side to side then remained still, "W-what? right yes of course, Once I'm done you can see it." he caught just a glimpse while Bill's legs were moving and he squeezed his pencil tightly. "I'm just about done with the back, you can turn around in a few moments."  Ford looked back up at Bill then put the pad of paper up, "Perfect, Okay now you can turn around." he tried but Bill noticed the nervousness tinge in his voice. 

"Alright Sixer, how do you want me to sit?" Bill stayed facing away just to add to the tension that was building. 

"Could you stand up just like you were facing away and then sit down on that stool facing me letting your legs relax so I can get your most comfortable position?" 

"My most comfortable position? interesting take." Bill turned around, just as Ford was about to respond, "I didn't mean it like...holy shit- I mean sorry I didn't mean to swear I-...Wow." Ford's face went red and he hid his face with the pad of paper, "Now Fordsie, you know well you have to look at me to sketch me, don't be shy." 

Ford reluctantly put down his pad and looked Bill up and down, "You weren't kidding..you do have..the parts." 

"We can always stop-" Bill started

"N-No- well I mean, no I'm fine, lets get these two sketches done." 

Ford sketched the picture as fast as he could, but when it was time for Bill to sit down he sat down with his legs spread halfway open, he had an amazing posture and he had a big smile on his face, "How's this?" 

"P-perfect," Ford replied quickly and stared down at the sketching pad, why was this demon attractive to him? Was it some form of mind control or was it just him, could it possibly be that he just..liked the way Bill looked, that he was hot? Ford didn't realize where he zoned out because Bill cleared his throat and Ford snapped out of thought "My eyes are up here Ford~" Bill crossed his arms jokingly "But it looks like my crotch has more of your attention than my voice, Is the sketch done?" 

"I'm so so sorry Bill, y-yes it is done here take a look, let me know if you want to change anything," he said shyly and averted his gaze. "Mmm you did incredibly well, I'm surprised you never majored in art, it's perfection, almost as good as the real thing right?" 

"It could never do justice to how you look, Bill." Ford couldn't help himself because it was right, no picture could do justice to his form. "Glad you agree, so what do you think of my human form?" 

"it's..beautiful, No one could tell you aren't one of them, the only thing setting you apart is your face which is significantly better than anyone else in town, I'm just surprised you don't flaunt it like Stanley does." 

"Now Ford, Stanley brags because he's not you, You may be twins but you got the looks and smarts, you just don't give yourself enough credit." Bill walked over and leaned onto the desk, "I love the sketch~" Bill was now inches away from Ford's face, he was so confident and Ford wished he had that at this moment because he was practically shaking in anticipation. "What do your tattoos mean?" Ford asked to break the silence, "Some of them are in languages that have been bashed out of existence, others are from my old world, and the symbols are all me, They all have meaning, I'd be glad to share some of them tomorrow." Bill walked over and grabbed the robe, "Wait uh, Bill do you mind if I see them closer..maybe touch them?" 

"Hmm, interesting request, sure Sixer." he made his way back over and Ford stood up, he traced the letters, letters and symbols he couldn't understand but knew held great meaning if someone like Bill would have them on his body. "I can feel them, they have a sort of texture, is that on purpose?" Ford asked intrigued, forgetting how close he was to Bill now. "Yes, I did it because I think skin just on its own is boring, I like the curves and imperfections of others, they have more characters than those dolls walking around." Bill had been talking about those who had done plastic surgery, those who pretended to be perfect, he didn't know that Bill hated those humans. "Oh so is that what sets me apart?" Ford joked,

"Yes, but it's your smarts too, you got something no one else has, that's why you are the genius that will work with me, it's why I picked you, you have more character than anyone else." Bill said trying not to sound too eager but Ford could tell he meant every word, Bill grabbed his hand and examined it "Never change this Sixer, you can be shunned, and isolated but no one will ever have what you have now." 

"You don't talk much about where you came from Bill, would you like to? I see..something it looks like you're missing something." 

Bill pulled Ford so close their lips almost touched, he was pressed up against his body and it felt like for a moment that the whole world washed away and it just felt right..then Bill let go, "Sorry Ford, but I won't talk about it, not for a long while, but hey at least you got your new entry in the journal tomorrow." Bill walked away after letting go and grabbed the robe 

"Bill did I make you uncomfortable, because if I did, I am so sorry." Ford walked towards him; "No you didn't, I'm glad you care to ask and want to know. All you need to know is that it was destroyed. I'm not mad Ford." Bill smiled and turned towards him, "You were looking for a good long while at my legs, did it take you a while to copy them down?" he grabbed the pad of paper, "You made my ass look great~" he laughed and sat on the desk, he didn't even bother closing the robe. 

"Looks like you had some trouble making my dick though, you seemed distracted." he looked up at him and held the pad up when Ford tried to grab it. "I wasn't I- well I struggle with anatomy-" 

"A blatant lie Fordsie~ A lie that'll get you in some hot water, you don't struggle at all, you just liked looking didn't you!" he teased and laughed while Ford tried to repeatedly jump up to grab it, "Come on Bill give it back please." Ford tried to compose himself but it was impossible by this point.