One Day at A Time- Madderton Oneshots

Bed

It's been 3 days since Richard had gotten home from his trip to LA. Since getting home, Taron has insured that the two be jointed at the hip. They went grocery shopping together, Taron had dragged Richard to a romantic dinner (Richard wasn't a fan of any form of PDA), and they had taken Nikita to the vet and pet store.

Their domestic lifestyle was comforting and a great escape from busy life in the studios and on press tours. The flat they shared had been Taron's little decor project. Their large sun window was home to a line of hanging vine plants and succulents. Since the two had documented their relationship well with pictures, the mantle and walls were filled with the two on short trips and romantic dates. Throw pillows, rugs, and small decor pieces made the home warm and inviting. Along with photos, Taron's seventy inch flat screen was bolted to the wall. He insisted that as actors they were required to have a proper cinema experience at home.

Richard could never praise Taron enough with his artistic style that had washed the walls of their den. Although, the one thing Richard loved more then their lovely living room was their cozy master bedroom. Taron had insisted they had a thick weighted comfort to help combat Richard's insomnia induced by anxiety and the disgustingly large amount of coffee he consumes. This was also the same reason they had purchased black out curtains and a noise machine for nights Richard slept alone. He found it difficult to sleep without Taron close to himself.

Taron found that he also couldn't sleep without Richard, let alone function. Being separated for only a few weeks had a large affect on Taron. He only had left the house for essential items and spent his time in their bedroom. Laying in their large king sized bed, Taron spent the weeks rewatching Richard's movies and shows. It started as rewatching Rocketman to remember the days he fell inlove with Richard. Yet after finishing the movie, he found himself in on Netflix watching the opening sequence of Medici. Sirens, Cinderella, Ibiza, Bastille Day, and 1917 had filled 2 weeks of Taron's isolation. Inbetween movie binging, he rewatched the first season of GOT.

Would he ever tell his boyfriend that he borderline obsessed with him? Absolutely not, he did not need to attribute to Richard's playful teasing. It had become a running joke between the lovers that Taron was Richard's stalker after he had stolen the scottish man's AirPods their first week on set.

The two didn't need to worry about their anxieties of sleeping alone for tonight though. They took the day to go to their local home decor store and buy all new throw pillows. While gone for dinner one night, Nikita had taken it upon herself to scratch, as Taron put it while on the phone with his mate, "The fuckers all up to shit!" After Taron tediously picked out new pillows that matched the living room, they made their way home for the night.

Walking into the flat, Richard and Taron carried in all of their purchases from the shop. Moments after Richard began to unpack the bags, Taron had started to pull up Richard's shirt and childishly whine.

"Baby, come cuddle with me!"

"Now why would I do that."

"Because you know I'll rub your shoulders and give you kisses, you poor touch starved whore."

"You sure do know how to talk them into bed Mr. Egerton."

"Move it Madden, before I change my mind."

The two scampered to their room and curled into bed. Taron was cozy in a pair of sweats and one of Richard's black ripped shirts, another victim of Nikita's claws. His boyfriend had just opted for boxers and nothing else. Just as Taron got situated on Richard's chest, he began calling their kitten.

"Nikita baby!"

Seconds later the clicking of nails on hardwood echoed from the hallway. Their little black kitten scampered to the side of the bed and waited to be allowed up. Richard blindly let his arm dangle off the side until he felt fur against his hand. The kitten was scooped up and onto their bed, since she was still too little to hop up.