Fic; 'when the morning light sings'; Game of Thrones RPS; Kit/Richard
Title: when the morning light sings
Fandom: Game of Thrones RPS
Pairing: Kit Harington/Richard Madden
Rating: PG-13 (swearing)
Word Count: ~620
Disclaimer: Didn't happen in the real world.
Notes: Written for the comment!fic prompt " first times" at teaandsafehaven and originally posted here. Interview mentioned is this one with Richard Madden, Harry Lloyd and Emilia Clarke. Title taken from Better Together by Jack Johnson.
Richard is still dreaming when Kit shakes him awake in the morning - dreaming of swinging swords at invisible things and saddling up horses, the smell of leather and blood and sweat. Then he remembers that they’re in his flat in London, in his wide double bed, the sheets twisted around both of them. Kit’s hair is mussed and he’s pushing his glasses up his nose when Richard opens his eyes.
“G’mornin’,” Richard yawns. His senses start to acknowledge things slowly, the sound of birds outside, the warm disturbance of air by his ear as Kit breathes. “Time is it?”
“Dunno.” Kit blinks owlishly at him. “Mid morning I think.”
“Not enough sleep,” Richard groans, palming at his eyes. They had gotten in around two, he recalls, and fallen asleep around five. His body protests when he sits up.
“I wouldn’t’ve woke you,” Kit says. “But don’t you have an interview today? With Harry and Emilia?”
“Fuck.” Richard scrabbles around on his bedside table for his phone, switching to the reminders. “Yeah, it’s at twelve - I’ve got an hour. Bollocks.”
“Better hurry,” Kit says, a smile tugging at his mouth. “I’ll hold down the fort while you’re gone, Lord Stark.”
Richard grins, curling his fingers into Kit’s hair - “you do that, Snow” - and kisses him, morning breath be damned.
“You really will be late,” Kit intones as Richard peppers kisses along his jaw. “And you can’t publicly blame me, so. It’ll all be on you.”
“Alright.” Richard finds a pair of boxers amongst the mess of sheets and puts them on. As he dresses he is aware of Kit watching him, and he wants to give him a proper show but he really can’t miss this interview. He shoots Kit a regretful look as he does up his jeans.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he says when he’s presentable. “Just, uh, make yourself at home alright?” He kisses Kit, awkward over goodbyes still, and leaves before he can get an answer.
--
“Hey, mate,” Harry greets Richard with gusto when he arrives. He’s smirking. “Nice shades.”
The female reporter makes an amused noise which she quickly covers with a cough and a shuffle of her papers. Richard cuffs Harry on the shoulder and sits down. It’s easy to fall into the pattern of ribbing each other, even though Richard hasn’t seen Harry for a month or so. “Nice to see you too. I’ve been fine, thanks for asking.”
“We’re still waiting on Emilia,” Harry says cheerfully. “You look like you had a rough night.”
“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” Richard takes off his sunglasses and gives Harry a warning glance. “You know me. How was your screening?”
--
When the interview is over Richard gets a taxi back to his flat. He won’t admit to himself that he’s nervous - nervous that Kit won’t be there, having suddenly realized that this isn’t what he wants. He hovers at his own front door for a few moments longer than necessary as he tries to prepare himself for what he could find.
“Took you long enough,” Kit greets him from the couch when Richard finally pokes his head round the corner. He’s got one of Richard’s shirts on and plaid pyjama bottoms, chewing on some liquorice allsorts. “I’m starving and you have no food, like at all. Do you filter nutrients from the air or something? How do you live?”
“London pollution,” Richard answers, automatic. “Provides all essential vitamins and minerals.”
Kit laughs. It’s possibly the best thing Richard’s ever heard.
And when Richard kisses Kit hello - a jumbled mixture of thank you for being here and I shouldn’t have worried and you’re the closest thing to perfect I’ve seen - it’s a lot less awkward than goodbye.
Fin
Fandom: Game of Thrones RPS
Pairing: Kit Harington/Richard Madden
Rating: PG-13 (swearing)
Word Count: ~620
Disclaimer: Didn't happen in the real world.
Notes: Written for the comment!fic prompt " first times" at teaandsafehaven and originally posted here. Interview mentioned is this one with Richard Madden, Harry Lloyd and Emilia Clarke. Title taken from Better Together by Jack Johnson.
Richard is still dreaming when Kit shakes him awake in the morning - dreaming of swinging swords at invisible things and saddling up horses, the smell of leather and blood and sweat. Then he remembers that they’re in his flat in London, in his wide double bed, the sheets twisted around both of them. Kit’s hair is mussed and he’s pushing his glasses up his nose when Richard opens his eyes.
“G’mornin’,” Richard yawns. His senses start to acknowledge things slowly, the sound of birds outside, the warm disturbance of air by his ear as Kit breathes. “Time is it?”
“Dunno.” Kit blinks owlishly at him. “Mid morning I think.”
“Not enough sleep,” Richard groans, palming at his eyes. They had gotten in around two, he recalls, and fallen asleep around five. His body protests when he sits up.
“I wouldn’t’ve woke you,” Kit says. “But don’t you have an interview today? With Harry and Emilia?”
“Fuck.” Richard scrabbles around on his bedside table for his phone, switching to the reminders. “Yeah, it’s at twelve - I’ve got an hour. Bollocks.”
“Better hurry,” Kit says, a smile tugging at his mouth. “I’ll hold down the fort while you’re gone, Lord Stark.”
Richard grins, curling his fingers into Kit’s hair - “you do that, Snow” - and kisses him, morning breath be damned.
“You really will be late,” Kit intones as Richard peppers kisses along his jaw. “And you can’t publicly blame me, so. It’ll all be on you.”
“Alright.” Richard finds a pair of boxers amongst the mess of sheets and puts them on. As he dresses he is aware of Kit watching him, and he wants to give him a proper show but he really can’t miss this interview. He shoots Kit a regretful look as he does up his jeans.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he says when he’s presentable. “Just, uh, make yourself at home alright?” He kisses Kit, awkward over goodbyes still, and leaves before he can get an answer.
--
“Hey, mate,” Harry greets Richard with gusto when he arrives. He’s smirking. “Nice shades.”
The female reporter makes an amused noise which she quickly covers with a cough and a shuffle of her papers. Richard cuffs Harry on the shoulder and sits down. It’s easy to fall into the pattern of ribbing each other, even though Richard hasn’t seen Harry for a month or so. “Nice to see you too. I’ve been fine, thanks for asking.”
“We’re still waiting on Emilia,” Harry says cheerfully. “You look like you had a rough night.”
“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” Richard takes off his sunglasses and gives Harry a warning glance. “You know me. How was your screening?”
--
When the interview is over Richard gets a taxi back to his flat. He won’t admit to himself that he’s nervous - nervous that Kit won’t be there, having suddenly realized that this isn’t what he wants. He hovers at his own front door for a few moments longer than necessary as he tries to prepare himself for what he could find.
“Took you long enough,” Kit greets him from the couch when Richard finally pokes his head round the corner. He’s got one of Richard’s shirts on and plaid pyjama bottoms, chewing on some liquorice allsorts. “I’m starving and you have no food, like at all. Do you filter nutrients from the air or something? How do you live?”
“London pollution,” Richard answers, automatic. “Provides all essential vitamins and minerals.”
Kit laughs. It’s possibly the best thing Richard’s ever heard.
And when Richard kisses Kit hello - a jumbled mixture of thank you for being here and I shouldn’t have worried and you’re the closest thing to perfect I’ve seen - it’s a lot less awkward than goodbye.
Fin