Ficlet: Dawn (1/1)
Title: Dawn
Fandom: Top Gear UK
Rating: PG for implications.
Pairing: OT3, with a James/Richard focus.
Word Count: 350
Summary: A mellow musical morning in bed, James POV.
Warnings: Fluff. Author attempting to be poetic. *chuckles*
Author's Notes: Thanks to jazzfic for the quick and helpful beta. Ficlet dedicated to deliciousmelody, because she loves fluff and keeps telling me to write, dammit. Keep cracking that whip at me, babe. ;) ♥
Early morning sunlight crept into the edges of the room and cast slanted shadows from the window frame across the large bed. Amidst the disheveled sheets and blankets, James lay on his back with one arm lightly curled around Richard, who was pressed into his side and using his bare chest as a pillow. James was awake but his eyes were closed as he soaked in the warmth from the sun, letting the calm and stillness of the dawn combine with the emotional afterglow from the night before. Feeling relaxed and content, his mind turned to music, as it so often did, and he found himself softly humming. No classical standard or nostalgic favorite, just the random music that came as he drifted in thought. It grew into song, wordless notes peppered with twisting fragments of melodies that somehow fit together as a whole, complementing each other in ways he could never have planned. He experienced the music as it came from him aimlessly, until sleep tried to claim him again. His voice trailed off and he breathed deeply.
A few breaths of silence, then Richard mumbled “Wutwazsat?” into his chest.
James opened his eyes, flushing slightly, and looked down at the mess of brown hair. “Nothing,” he whispered. “Sorry. Go back to sleep.”
“N’really, tell me,” Richard sighed, leaning up to blink sleepily at him with a loose grin. “M’not takin’ th’piss. Was nice.”
Chuckling, James rubbed his hand down Richard’s back, pressing at just the right places to make him arch like a cat. “It was literally nothing. Just something I do sometimes, when I’m happy.”
“Mmmm, ‘spretty. Felt like-- I dunno. Us.” Richard yawned and snuggled back into James.
James smiled. “It kind of was us. Now sleep.” He petted Richard’s hair, gently massaging his scalp until he heard Richard’s breathing even out again.
Slowly, the rumpled blankets next to them were pulled down and Jeremy’s head emerged from his makeshift cocoon. His eyes were soft when James turned to look at him. “Don’t stop?” he murmured.
Still smiling, James closed his eyes again and sang on.
Fandom: Top Gear UK
Rating: PG for implications.
Pairing: OT3, with a James/Richard focus.
Word Count: 350
Summary: A mellow musical morning in bed, James POV.
Warnings: Fluff. Author attempting to be poetic. *chuckles*
Author's Notes: Thanks to jazzfic for the quick and helpful beta. Ficlet dedicated to deliciousmelody, because she loves fluff and keeps telling me to write, dammit. Keep cracking that whip at me, babe. ;) ♥
Early morning sunlight crept into the edges of the room and cast slanted shadows from the window frame across the large bed. Amidst the disheveled sheets and blankets, James lay on his back with one arm lightly curled around Richard, who was pressed into his side and using his bare chest as a pillow. James was awake but his eyes were closed as he soaked in the warmth from the sun, letting the calm and stillness of the dawn combine with the emotional afterglow from the night before. Feeling relaxed and content, his mind turned to music, as it so often did, and he found himself softly humming. No classical standard or nostalgic favorite, just the random music that came as he drifted in thought. It grew into song, wordless notes peppered with twisting fragments of melodies that somehow fit together as a whole, complementing each other in ways he could never have planned. He experienced the music as it came from him aimlessly, until sleep tried to claim him again. His voice trailed off and he breathed deeply.
A few breaths of silence, then Richard mumbled “Wutwazsat?” into his chest.
James opened his eyes, flushing slightly, and looked down at the mess of brown hair. “Nothing,” he whispered. “Sorry. Go back to sleep.”
“N’really, tell me,” Richard sighed, leaning up to blink sleepily at him with a loose grin. “M’not takin’ th’piss. Was nice.”
Chuckling, James rubbed his hand down Richard’s back, pressing at just the right places to make him arch like a cat. “It was literally nothing. Just something I do sometimes, when I’m happy.”
“Mmmm, ‘spretty. Felt like-- I dunno. Us.” Richard yawned and snuggled back into James.
James smiled. “It kind of was us. Now sleep.” He petted Richard’s hair, gently massaging his scalp until he heard Richard’s breathing even out again.
Slowly, the rumpled blankets next to them were pulled down and Jeremy’s head emerged from his makeshift cocoon. His eyes were soft when James turned to look at him. “Don’t stop?” he murmured.
Still smiling, James closed his eyes again and sang on.