Requested?: No
Prompt: None/the song
Type of oneshot: Songfic/Angst/Lime (Kinda? Idk what else to call it)
Song Used: Say No To This - Hamilton Soundtrack
Timing: Hamiltime (specifically somewhere between, within the musical timeframe, between What'd I Miss? And One Last Time, so basically when Washington is president.
Reader's Relations: Jefferson's wife (this was what the results of asking between him and Alexander gave me... so... Also, he's kinda presented as a dick in this...)
Warnings: Mentions of cheating on both sides, lime/steam
Other notes: Any song lyrics in italics are Washington's pov, the rest of the story is reader's pov.
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There's nothing like summer in the city when someone under stress meets someone looking pretty. There's trouble in the air, you can smell it, and the president's by himself. I'll let him tell it.
I hadn't slept in a week, I was weak, I was awake. You've never seen a man so in need of a break. Longing for my wife, Missing my children... That's when Mrs (Y/n) Jefferson walked into my life. She said;
I tried to control my emotions as I knocked on the door of the president's house, my dress slightly tattered and my face covered in a few bruises that had been self-imposed, accidentally or on purpose, I couldn't remember anymore. After a few minutes the door opened, and I could tell Mr Washington was confused at my appearance, whenever I'd accompanied Thomas to cabinet meetings, I'd always presented myself nicely, not a single scratch or stain on any of my clothing.
"Can I help you, Mrs Jefferson?"
I finally got enough strength to talk, "I know you are a man of honour, I'm so sorry to bother you at home, but I don't know where to go and I came here all alone. My husband's doin' me wrong; Beatin' me, cheatin' me, mistreatin' me, suddenly he's up and gone. I don't have the means to go on," I got out, it wasn't a complete lie. I had been aware for a while that Thomas had been 'fooling around' with one of his maids, and he treated me more like a thing he could play with rather than his wife. So, what I was doing was kind of payback, but there was also the letter I'd received a few days prior, Thomas having left on another trip to France that morning.
I was thankful when he offered to help me get home as I wasn't able to walk much, I'd been cornered by some thugs earlier that day and they'd injured my leg when I refused to give them the money they wanted. Some time later, we arrived back at the house I shared with Thomas, and I mentally prepared myself for what I was going to do. Yes, I loved Thomas dearly, but what goes around, comes around.
"This one's mine, Sir. Thank you for escorting me home."
"Well, I should head back home," Mr Washington replied, as he started to turn around to leave. I bit my lip and turned red as I grabbed his hand pulling him upstairs and to the master bedroom, thankful that none of the maids stayed at the house overnight. I sat down on the bed in a 'sexy' pose, spreading my legs, "Stay?" I could see the cogs whirring around in his brain as he was debating the options in his mind.
That's when I began to pray
Lord, show me how to say no to this
I don't know how to say no to this
But my God, she looks so helpless
And her body's saying, "hell, yes"
No, show me how to say no to this (Whoa)
I don't know how to say no to this
In my mind, I'm trynna go (Go, go, go!)
Within the next few minutes, he was on top of me and I smirked to myself, thinking, 'See how you like being cheated on, Thomas...'
--------------------WASHINGTON'S POV (I know I said it would all be in the pov of whoever won the poll, but for this bit it makes no sense to have in the reader's pov)
I wish I could say that was the last time, I said that last time, it became a pastime. A month into this endeavour I received a letter from a Mr Thomas Jefferson, even better, it said;
"Dear Sir, I hope this letter finds you in good health and in a prosperous enough position to put wealth in the pockets of people like me down on their luck. You see, that was my wife who you decided to..."
"Fu—" I muttered to myself as I continued to read the letter.
"You made the wrong sucker a cuckold so time to pay the piper for the pants you unbuckled and hey, you can keep seein' my whore wife ff the price is right. If not, I'm telling your wife."
I hid the letter in a safe place where I knew no one would look for it, and ran out of the house towards Jefferson's house. (Y/n) was the one to open it, but before she could speak, I shouted, "How could you!?" in her face
"No sir!" she replied. I then noticed her appearance; half-dressed, apologetic, a mess and she looked pathetic, moreso than the night she'd turned up on my doorstep in need of 'help'.
"Please don't go, sir!" she cried.
"So was your whole story a setup?" I asked, starting to get worried about what would happen.
"I don't know about any letter!" (Y/n) responded, falling to her knees in a begging position.
"Stop crying goddamnit, get up!"
"I didn't know any better!"
"I am ruined..."
"Please don't leave me with him!" I saw the tears in her eyes and it had started to get to me, then I remembered I was mad at her, "How could I do this?"
"Just give him what he wants and you can have me. Whatever you want. If you pay you can stay!"
Then it happened again and I woke up in bed, with her arms wrapped around me, fast asleep. I got out of the bed and dressed, leaving the room, to be met with a flash of magenta, "So?"
I sighed and looked back into the bedroom before taking Jefferson's hand, shaking it as I placed a large sum of money in his palm, "Nobody needs to know."
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Hope you guys like the alternate version. I am actually quite happy with how it turned out. I might write part two... MIGHT. Being the key word
