Timing is Everything
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Title: Timing Is Everything
Author: phobosgirl (phobosgirl@hotmail.com)
Date: 1/17/05
Rating: G
Authors notes: I am posting these two fics together because they must be read in order. Not beta’d, blah blah blah. Feedback is more than welcome and can be sent to phobosgirl@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. None of this is real nor should any implication be made based on this manuscript that I have any insider info on either of these two fine men.
Warnings: Gale/Randy (Queer As Folk) RPS
Complete: yes



Timing Is Everything


“Marry me.”

“Go away.”

“Randy, marry me.”

“I’m busy, I have to learn my lines.”

“Marry me.”

~*~


“Marry me.”

“Stoppit.”

“Marry me.”

“What do you want for dinner?”

“Your hand in marriage.”

“Ok, meatloaf it is.”

~*~


“Marry me.”

“You’re driving me up the fucking wall.”

“Tough. Marry me.”

“What, like a pity marriage?”

“Marry me, you stubborn bitch.”

“Could you possibly be less romantic please? It makes me horny.”

~*~


“Marry me.”

“Jesus Christ, you scared me.”

“Marry me.”

“Could you wait till I finish brushing my teeth at least?”

“Marry me.”

“I’m not even awake yet. Did you start the coffee maker?”

~*~


“Marry me, Randy, I’m not kidding.”

“I’m going to kill you and bury your body in the backyard.”

“Not before you marry me or you won’t get any of my money.”

“You don’t want to get married.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Marry me.”

“You just ran a red light.”

~*~


“Marry me.

“Did you hear me? I said marry me.

“Now you’re not talking to me at all? Rands, marry me!

“Marry- careful, you almost dropped that on your foot- marry me.

“Randy, for fucks sake, marry me.

“Please?

~*~


“I’m starting to think you don’t want to marry me.”

“Oh my god, will you please stop?!?”

“Not until you marry me.”

“Gale-“

“Fucking marry me.”

“Oh jeeze-“

“Marry me.”

~*~


“You didn’t ask me today.”

“I know.”

“Why not?”

“It hurts too much when you turn me down.”

“I’m sorry, I’m not trying to hurt you.”

“Yes, you are. Go to sleep.”

“Ask me again, Gale.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Goodnight, Randy.”

~*~


“Marry me, Gale.”

“Shut up and get in this shower, please, we’re going to run out of hot water soon.”

“I love you. Marry me?”

“Don’t forget the new shampoo.”

“I’m sorry I was a bitch. Marry me.”

“You didn’t say the magic word.”

“What magic word?”

The magic word.”

“Please?”

“Oh, alright, I guess I’ll marry you.”

“Say you love me too.”

“I just did, bitch, I said I’ll marry you.”

“Gale-“

“I love you, I’ll marry you. Now wash my hair, we’re late.”

The End.