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Distraction

y'all deserve some fluff (or whatever the hell this is)

anyway enjoy this thing i wrote in an hour and a half at midnight

Alexander, having finished his correspondence before I had, is now watching me intently as I write away, sitting at the desk that is so typically occupied by himself.

Am I looking at him? No, but I've learned to sense his stare.

The flickering candle is practically the only thing providing me with light. My eyelids are heavy, begging me to rest. I sigh and set my quill down beside the paper, tilting my head back. Alex is quick to come over behind me and press a kiss to my forehead.

The gesture quickly brings me to my senses and I feel a light blush arise. I sit back up, but he doesn't move. My color deepening, I focus almost obsessively on the letter. As if he can tell I'm trying to block him out, he loops his arms around my neck and props his chin up on my shoulder.

"Alexander..." I murmur. "I'm trying to work."

He sighs. "I know, I know," Alex puts a hand on the side of my face and gently turns it towards him. "I only wish to hold you while you do so, is that so terrible?"

My already-dark blush spirals out of my control. I try to tear my gaze away from Alexander's captivating eyes, though it proves to be more difficult than I had anticipated.

"Well, to some people it may be," I counter softly. "You know this."

"And?"

"And... what if someone were to come in?"

"John Laurens, what are the chances of that? It's midnight, the camp is silent-"

"Alright, alright, I get your point!" A laugh underlines my words as I shift to look directly at Alex. My breath catches as we lock eyes, the contact holding for a moment before I turn away and return to my writing.

He huffs and lets go of me. It's eerily quiet for a moment before I feel a warm breath down the back of my neck. I stiffen.

"Can't you just take a little break?" Alexander whispers, his lips brushing ever-so-slightly over my ear.

I bite back a sarcastic remark, knowing that any words I said at this point would be incomprehensible. I settle for shaking my head.

His hands rest on my shoulders, his face still right beside mine. I swallow in a feeble attempt to pay him no attention.

"You're quite distracting, you know that?" I ask as the silence becomes unbearable.

"Oh, am I?" His tone is teasing.

I nod once, firmly. "Just give me ten minutes, and I'm all yours."

Alex's voice drops practically an octave. "What if I don't want to wait?" he says.

My heartbeat accelerates rapidly. I open my mouth to say something, though I'm unable to find the right words. I steal a glance at him, and his lips are curled up in a flirtatious smirk, his freckled cheeks dusted with a light blush.

I drop my quill, knowing that it's pointless in trying to continue. Alexander's expression slips into a more satisfied one as I meet his eyes again. "Happy?" I said, though the single word is unsteady.

Although I knew it was coming, it still took me by surprise when he climbed onto my lap, his legs on either side of me and his face determined as he looked at me.

"You're very light, dear boy."

"Oh, hush, you."

I don't even try to hold back my smile as I place my hands on his waist. My gesture causes Alex to grin like a lovestruck girl.

His deep azure eyes study my face intently, and I blush deeply when I catch them flirting to my lips.

"John..." Alex breathes.

I raise an eyebrow, deciding to play clueless. "Yes?"

His arms wrap around my back, slinking between the chair and my body. "Kiss me," he almost whimpers, then licking his lips. "Please."

I reach up and cup the side of Alexander's face, staring into his half-closed eyes for a moment. After deciding I'd stretched it out long enough, I brought his face down to mine and closed the gap.

It started soft, tender, loving. But we quickly lost ourselves in our desire and he kissed me a bit more passionately. My hands lifted to lay in his hair, my fingers entangling in his auburn waves.

Alex smiled into the kiss, one of his hands moving from my back to my chest, lying above my pounding heart.

And for once, I wasn't thinking about what could happen. I was only thinking about Alexander. In this moment, he was all that mattered.

I don't know how long the kiss lasted before we both pulled away, faces flushed, eyes shining as they blinked open, and breathing heavily. "Does that satisfy you, Hamilton?" I ask breathlessly.

Alex's lips, still slightly parted, turned up into a small smile. "Yes, it does." He leaned closer to me and I closed my eyes...

...Before shoving him off of me and letting him fall a short way to the ground, landing with a soft oof.

"Jack! What was that for?" Alexander whined, his bottom lip protruding in a pout.

"Well, love, as it turns out," I shift away from him, hiding my growing smile. "I have some work to do. And you're distracting me."