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Fic: Voulez Vous
Voulez Vous - Dollhouse - Gen (Topher) - Words: 355
Written for Whedonland's Speaking in Tongues Challenge. Received Honorable Mention.
Summary: Topher has lots of tricks up his sleeves for wooing the ladies. Too bad none of them work.
Warnings: None. G.
"Tu aurais envie de faire l'amour ce soir?" Topher asked as Ivy picked her up her bag to leave for the evening.
Ivy turned, one of her pigtails falling over her shoulder. "What?"
Topher smiled. "It's French, it means-"
"I know what it means," Ivy said. She paused for a moment before putting her bag back down on her chair. "I suppose that could have gone worse."
Topher wiped his hands on his pants, a little surprised to discover that they were sweating. He'd always thought it was something that happened in movies and tv shows, hands sweating when talking to a woman who was not unattractive. "So, that means that you want to?"
Ivy raised her eyebrow.
"I mean. What I mean is," Topher paused as he recalled the phrase book he'd skimmed through at four in the morning when he couldn't get to sleep. "Je veux être avec toi."
Ivy smiled and looked away. "I'm sure you do. But I'm not going to sleep with you, Topher. Or date you, or go to a movie or a coffee shop or whatever it is that you will say isn't dating but it really is. I'm your assistant, but I'm not an active. And if that's why you hired me, you can fire me right now."
Topher frowned as he decided that there had to be more to wooing women than just speaking French and research was definitely required. "I'll see you tomorrow. Remember to have the drives all reformatted by noon. We have a new arrival scheduled."
"Right, tomorrow then." Ivy grabbed her bag again and left the room.
Closing his eyes, Topher tried to figure out exactly what had gone wrong, but he didn't have a baseline to work with. He turned back to his computer and pulled up a new template, writing as much of Ivy's personality out as he could recall from his interactions with her. It wouldn't be perfect, but it would be as close as he could get without putting her in the chair. "Not impressed by French," he said to himself as his fingers flew across the keyboard.
Translations (approximate, I hope. I do not speak French):
Tu aurais envie de faire l'amour ce soir? - Do you want to make love with me tonight?
Je veux être avec toi. - I want to be with you.
Written for Whedonland's Speaking in Tongues Challenge. Received Honorable Mention.
Summary: Topher has lots of tricks up his sleeves for wooing the ladies. Too bad none of them work.
Warnings: None. G.
"Tu aurais envie de faire l'amour ce soir?" Topher asked as Ivy picked her up her bag to leave for the evening.
Ivy turned, one of her pigtails falling over her shoulder. "What?"
Topher smiled. "It's French, it means-"
"I know what it means," Ivy said. She paused for a moment before putting her bag back down on her chair. "I suppose that could have gone worse."
Topher wiped his hands on his pants, a little surprised to discover that they were sweating. He'd always thought it was something that happened in movies and tv shows, hands sweating when talking to a woman who was not unattractive. "So, that means that you want to?"
Ivy raised her eyebrow.
"I mean. What I mean is," Topher paused as he recalled the phrase book he'd skimmed through at four in the morning when he couldn't get to sleep. "Je veux être avec toi."
Ivy smiled and looked away. "I'm sure you do. But I'm not going to sleep with you, Topher. Or date you, or go to a movie or a coffee shop or whatever it is that you will say isn't dating but it really is. I'm your assistant, but I'm not an active. And if that's why you hired me, you can fire me right now."
Topher frowned as he decided that there had to be more to wooing women than just speaking French and research was definitely required. "I'll see you tomorrow. Remember to have the drives all reformatted by noon. We have a new arrival scheduled."
"Right, tomorrow then." Ivy grabbed her bag again and left the room.
Closing his eyes, Topher tried to figure out exactly what had gone wrong, but he didn't have a baseline to work with. He turned back to his computer and pulled up a new template, writing as much of Ivy's personality out as he could recall from his interactions with her. It wouldn't be perfect, but it would be as close as he could get without putting her in the chair. "Not impressed by French," he said to himself as his fingers flew across the keyboard.
Translations (approximate, I hope. I do not speak French):
Tu aurais envie de faire l'amour ce soir? - Do you want to make love with me tonight?
Je veux être avec toi. - I want to be with you.