FIC: "Reassurance" 1/1 Ned Kynaston/George Villiers ("Stage Beauty" FPS)

[broadwriting]

Title: "Reassurance" 1/1
Author: Brenda
Pairing: George Villiers/Ned Kynaston
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ned has a one-track mind.
Website: Broadwriting
Disclaimer: Never happened. All rights owned by Qwerty Films & Jeffrey Hatcher, not me.
Notes: Movie spoilers abound. Set right after the King's Banquet scene. Quick little ficlet for the ever-lovely viva_gloria.


"I will deny thee nothing:
Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this,
To leave me but a little to myself."
-- Othello, Act III, Scene III


"What in blazes did you think you were doing back there?" Villiers hissed, barely waiting until they'd climbed into the carriage.

Kynaston made a dismissive gesture and returned his gaze out the carriage window. "You're far too serious about such matters, George. No one noticed anything extraordinary."

"Honestly, Ned, to imply such a thing in front of the king, no less, is just --"

Kynaston cut off the diatribe with a wave. "A king who flaunts his very young, very vulgar, I might add, mistress, and is more foppish than I. D'you think she's really any good?"

"Who?"

"Maria."

Villiers groaned, head thumping the cushions. "Good Lord, not that again."

Kynaston turned a baleful eye towards his lover. "What'd you mean, not that again? Bloody woman's a threat to everything I've worked for my entire life. Women on stage. I mean, what's the point?"

"Dunno who you're all in a lather about." Villiers gave Kynaston a small smile. "You are nonpareil, m'dear. No one can match your grace and beauty on stage."

"You really think so?"

Elegant, aristocratic fingers crept along Kynaston's thigh, earlier pique forgotten in the pursuit of more pleasurable activities. "How shall I prove your worth to your satisfaction?"

Kynaston's answering smile was sinfully smug. "Here in the carriage?" he replied in a high falsetto voice. "Why, my Lord, I do believe you mean to take advantage of me."

Villiers' hand settled firmly on Kynaston's crotch as he bent his head to nibble on Kynaston's earlobe. "I do believe you're right," he murmured, breath wafting across a vulnerable nape.

Kynaston sighed, head tilting into the expert caress. "Ah well, suppose I'll have to let you." The words came out as a low groan when Villiers' fingers sought under Kynaston's breeches and found straining flesh.

"Well," Villiers dragged out the word, stroking and petting every inch of willing skin, "you can hardly refuse. I am a Duke."

***

Comments

[joshy.livejournal.com]

Very nice. Funny and hot and teasing. :)

[azewewish.livejournal.com]

*beams*

Thank you!!! I'm always nervous with a new fandom.

[japanpeterpan.livejournal.com]

Hehehe... a fun romp, to be sure, and fits perfectly between the scenes of the movie. And bravo on bringing up Kynaston's constant obsession with his craft, even during the most intimate moments ^__^

[azewewish.livejournal.com]

*grins*

Glad you liked it. They fit together so well in the film.

[viva-gloria.livejournal.com]

You darling! Thank you!
I love the archness: Kynaston so vain, Villiers so exasperated and, well, real: no pretty period-costume courtier here!
Thank you again!

[azewewish.livejournal.com]

*grins*

You knew I couldn't resist this fandom. I mean, it's just so...*guh*.

Glad you liked it, love. <33333

[airgiodslv.livejournal.com]

*pets shininess*

Nice.

P.S. Movie eeeeeeeee!!!!!

[azewewish.livejournal.com]

*beams*

Movie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

Oh, beautiful. I was most intrigued by Buckingham, and you have just the right touch with him. Lovely!

[azewewish.livejournal.com]

*beams*

Thank you so much. I fell thoroughly in love with the film & with Buckingham. He was vain and an ass, but his inner struggle at doing the right thing vs. what society expected...ah, yes. Great cinema, that. Not to mention pretty. *g*

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure I agree that Buckingham was an ass; he wasn't necessarily kind, but he was in an awkward situation. I found him intriguing, and would have liked to learn more about him. Which is not to complain about what we got by any means!

[azewewish.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm not saying that Buckingham wasn't a good guy, but the scene in the sauna could have been handled much better, and he knew it. But I could totally see Ned & George making up at the end. *g*

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

I like that idea. I hope you are right. I'm tempted to write about it.... Hmm.

[azewewish.livejournal.com]

*grins*

Do eeeeeeeeet!!!!

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

In the light of only one flickering lamp, Buckingham picked up his pen. He hesitated. It was late; he should do this in the morning.

But if he left it till the morning, he knew he would never do it at all. Last night he had postponed the task, and the night before. Each night he had been left awake in bed, staring at the unseen ceiling, thinking not of his sweet wife beside him but of a dark-haired and beautiful man, who was not there. Who should not be there. Someone he should by all rights never see again.

He dipped the pen in the ink pot. If he hesitated now, the ink would dry, so he wrote quickly.

Dear Ned -

He stopped. He was no writer. He was not Shakespeare, or Pope, or even Mr. Pepys with his faithful journal entries. He was someone completely different, to whom the right words came awkwardly if at all.

He had learned, over the years, to be direct.

He wrote, Meet me. I cannot bear this.

He looked at it for a while, then wrote below that, I need you as ever.

He blotted it carefully. He considered throwing it into the fire.

Then carefully, he folded it, put it in an envelope, and sealed it with red wax. He would send it to the theatre in the morning.

The die was cast.

[schiannath.livejournal.com]

Would it be totally inappropriate if I jumped in at this point to beg for more?

*big beseeching eyes*

Please?

*kneels*

Pretty please?

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

I'll do my best. Buckingham is imploring me, Ned is nagging.... between the three of you I'm not sure I have a choice, and the only way to get these voices out of my head is to write about them.

[schiannath.livejournal.com]

*bounces*

That's what I like to hear!

I'd write myself, but I've got more fandoms than I can handle at the moment, and you're doing such an exceptional job that I'd only wind up feeling inferior anyway.

I can promise to drown out all the other voices in your head with my incessant requests for more, though...

*evil grin*

[azewewish.livejournal.com]

*meeps*

Oh, it's perfect! And mine, all mineeee...ahem. *huggles ficlet* Please say you'll be continuing? *bats eyelashes*

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

I will continue. I don't seem to be able to help it. It's all the Duke of Buckingham's fault!

[azewewish.livejournal.com]

It always is. *grins*

[anawreckslife.livejournal.com]

I realize it has been a while since anyone has replied on this but I have just found this movie and this fic, I think it's wonderful, as is the small tidbit of a fic in your comments, I hope that you'll continue! Amazing work!