PW, "An Unfortunate Slip of the Tongue," Klavier/Apollo, Gumshoe/Miles, PG-13
Yeah another kink meme fic, I know I should be doing something else, but I really like writing for the kink meme ...
Anyway. This is probably the best prompt I've written for. Don't know if the fic lives up to it; don't really care. Enjoy!
An Unfortunate Slip of the Tongue
by mistr3ss Quickly
"Well now, it was not so bad, ja? Could have been far worse. I could have called him such in front of Herr Wright, or worse, Fraulein Trucy, ja? And then he would not have forgiven me ever, I am sure of it.
"Ach, and he turned such a lovely shade of red, right up his sweet, wide forehead and into his hair! I have never seen such a thing. A color on his cheeks to match that of his suit, perhaps we blame him for the others noticing, ja? Because he became Herr Blushy-Blushy because of it.
"No. I am to blame for it. But a small crime it is. Nothing too serious.
"But he has become so cold with me now, because of one, how do you say? Slip of tongue. One! And because-you will not believe this, I do not hardly believe it myself-he is now paranoid about it. About a part of him I love, can you believe? And because he will not let me touch, because he is so cold, I cannot reassure him.
"Ah~. None of this happens if he could understand German. The words are very different in German, one from the other. Not like in English, they are so close!
"He says I should have paid more attention to the trial than to my daydreams.
"I would like to see any man stand up to such a task. Impossible, of course!
"Ach, he was so lovely, lying in my bed. So shy and sweet when I undressed him, and I do not believe he has ever been touched before, because-
"Ahem. I apologize. Perhaps a bit more detail than you wanted, ja?
"My purpose in this story, though, is that I was surprised to see he is not ... how do you say it in English? 'Cut,' I believe, ja? As a star, my reputation is that I am ... verdammt, your language! 'Loose,' I think it is? But I am not, I have had few lovers, and none have been as Herr Justice is. Therefore I was, of course, thinking of this, once it was clear that the trial was already Herr Justice's victory and did not mean to say foreskin instead of forehead ...
"Although they are similar in your language, ja? Not only how you say them, but in the meaning. Do you call it forehead down there as well?
"Haha, nevermind, do not answer. Perhaps once Herr Justice is speaking to me again, I will ask him."
~*~*~*~
Detective Gumshoe chuckled and waved for the bartender to serve his drinking buddy another drink, sipping thoughtfully at his own.
"I dunno, pal," he said. "If I were Mr. Justice, I don't think I'd be wantin' to say much other than curses to you for awhile. But"-another swallow of beer-"maybe if you tell 'im that stuff about the language, he'd understand. Maybe even think it's funny."
The dejected German perked up a bit. "You think so, perhaps?"
Gumshoe shrugged. "Sure. Would'a worked on M-uh, on a friend of mine, back in the day. He spoke some German, always liked making jokes about how things were in English, how they were different in German. Stuff like that."
The exuberant hug he received, at that, took him by surprise, but he let the younger man do as he pleased, patting him awkwardly on the back.
"Yeah, no problem," he said, when the German thanked him profusely (at least, he assumed it was thanks, as it came out in a stream of rapid German). "Good luck, pal."
He couldn't help but chuckle as Klavier tossed a twenty-dollar bill onto the bar and bolted for the door, cell phone out already in his eagerness to make amends with the young defense attorney everyone in the city had been talking about so much, lately. After another swallow of beer, he stood and pulled out his own cell phone, calling goodnight to the bartender before speed-dialing his own lover.
"Hey, Mister Edgeworth," he said, when the voicemail picked up. "Give me a call when you can, pal. I got a question about German for you. Think you might like answering it."
Then he closed his phone, smiling to himself as he made his way home to ask the man in person.
Originally posted here on the kink meme.
Anyway. This is probably the best prompt I've written for. Don't know if the fic lives up to it; don't really care. Enjoy!
An Unfortunate Slip of the Tongue
by mistr3ss Quickly
"Well now, it was not so bad, ja? Could have been far worse. I could have called him such in front of Herr Wright, or worse, Fraulein Trucy, ja? And then he would not have forgiven me ever, I am sure of it.
"Ach, and he turned such a lovely shade of red, right up his sweet, wide forehead and into his hair! I have never seen such a thing. A color on his cheeks to match that of his suit, perhaps we blame him for the others noticing, ja? Because he became Herr Blushy-Blushy because of it.
"No. I am to blame for it. But a small crime it is. Nothing too serious.
"But he has become so cold with me now, because of one, how do you say? Slip of tongue. One! And because-you will not believe this, I do not hardly believe it myself-he is now paranoid about it. About a part of him I love, can you believe? And because he will not let me touch, because he is so cold, I cannot reassure him.
"Ah~. None of this happens if he could understand German. The words are very different in German, one from the other. Not like in English, they are so close!
"He says I should have paid more attention to the trial than to my daydreams.
"I would like to see any man stand up to such a task. Impossible, of course!
"Ach, he was so lovely, lying in my bed. So shy and sweet when I undressed him, and I do not believe he has ever been touched before, because-
"Ahem. I apologize. Perhaps a bit more detail than you wanted, ja?
"My purpose in this story, though, is that I was surprised to see he is not ... how do you say it in English? 'Cut,' I believe, ja? As a star, my reputation is that I am ... verdammt, your language! 'Loose,' I think it is? But I am not, I have had few lovers, and none have been as Herr Justice is. Therefore I was, of course, thinking of this, once it was clear that the trial was already Herr Justice's victory and did not mean to say foreskin instead of forehead ...
"Although they are similar in your language, ja? Not only how you say them, but in the meaning. Do you call it forehead down there as well?
"Haha, nevermind, do not answer. Perhaps once Herr Justice is speaking to me again, I will ask him."
~*~*~*~
Detective Gumshoe chuckled and waved for the bartender to serve his drinking buddy another drink, sipping thoughtfully at his own.
"I dunno, pal," he said. "If I were Mr. Justice, I don't think I'd be wantin' to say much other than curses to you for awhile. But"-another swallow of beer-"maybe if you tell 'im that stuff about the language, he'd understand. Maybe even think it's funny."
The dejected German perked up a bit. "You think so, perhaps?"
Gumshoe shrugged. "Sure. Would'a worked on M-uh, on a friend of mine, back in the day. He spoke some German, always liked making jokes about how things were in English, how they were different in German. Stuff like that."
The exuberant hug he received, at that, took him by surprise, but he let the younger man do as he pleased, patting him awkwardly on the back.
"Yeah, no problem," he said, when the German thanked him profusely (at least, he assumed it was thanks, as it came out in a stream of rapid German). "Good luck, pal."
He couldn't help but chuckle as Klavier tossed a twenty-dollar bill onto the bar and bolted for the door, cell phone out already in his eagerness to make amends with the young defense attorney everyone in the city had been talking about so much, lately. After another swallow of beer, he stood and pulled out his own cell phone, calling goodnight to the bartender before speed-dialing his own lover.
"Hey, Mister Edgeworth," he said, when the voicemail picked up. "Give me a call when you can, pal. I got a question about German for you. Think you might like answering it."
Then he closed his phone, smiling to himself as he made his way home to ask the man in person.
Originally posted here on the kink meme.