Hamilton One Shots

Together

Requested by: MPandSE

"Gilbert, won't you please stop working yourself so dreadfully? You need to rest."

Looking over her husband's shoulder, Adrienne craned her neck to see what he had been rushing to write. The grandfather clock chimed loudly, just as she managed to see who he was addressing the letter to. She sighed uneasily, setting herself back on her feet.

After he arrived back from America, he had been acting rather odd. Unlike his usual self, he locked himself away in the study, compared to how he generally talked with his wife. There must have been someone or something that changed his viewpoint when he was in that new country. He certainly wasn't himself.

"Gilbert-" Before she even finished speaking he slammed his hand down on the table, clearly frustrated with her need to interrupt his urgent writing.

Adrienne backed away from him, tripping over her elegant skirts as she went. No words came out of her mouth, even though she continually tried to say something. He didn't even acknowledge her gracious exit.

Trembling as she walked away from the study door, she let out a few soft shudders. What happened to dear Gilbert? She covered her face as she ventured towards their bedroom.

It was barely evening, but she was all too weak to go on for another few hours. She knew the rest would do her well. Even if her husband couldn't accept that he needed it, she would.

Two hours later, Adrienne was awoken by the sound of someone entering the room. Her eyes blinked furiously, trying to adjust to the darkness that had fallen. Heart soaring, she realized who it was. But she swallowed hard, remembering how cold he had been to her.

From where he stood, Lafayette could hear his wife's discomfort at his entrance. He didn't pay much attention, just slipped off his pants and shirt. As he tugged on his night wear, he could sense the tension rising in the room.

Adrienne laid back down, hoping her husband wouldn't bother her. She turned the opposite way of him as he joined her underneath the covers. Arms shaking, she took a deep breath and let her mind drift as far away from reality as possible.

"Adrienne," his voice hissed beside her ear feverishly. Her figure didn't budge at the sound. Lafayette grabbed her by the waist, before placing a kiss on her neck. Still no response.

His wife might have thought she had fooled him for good, when indeed she hadn't. And if she had, he knew the way to get around her and make it clear again. Lips pressed in a smile, he nudged her side. "Love," he persisted, with a tempting accent.

Adrienne gripped the side of the bed. She wanted to rest, not play games. It wasn't appropriate, after the way he had acted. After listening to him ramble on over her shoulder with little nothing's, she sat upright.

The darkness seemed to pull her farther down a hole of fears, as she laid eyes on her loving husband. Something in his eyes was startling her. Maybe it was the way he looked at her with a young, but affectionate grin. Or maybe it was the fact that it had been the only look she had received in weeks.

"What in the heavens do you want? I'm a woman in need of rest, Gilbert." She leaned forward on her knees. Letting out a dramatic sigh, she waited for an answer.

"Je suis désolé, mon amour." Lafayette shifted on the bed, pulling his legs closer. A pleading look for sympathy covered his face. Adrienne tried to ignore it, but she couldn't.

She knew how much pride her husband took in his duties. She was aware he risked his life almost everyday for the future of America as well as France. It was rare that he came home at all. Adrienne wondered if she had been selfish to steal into his time and affections.

Reaching out her hand, she awaited his own hand to link with hers. Lafayette looked up at her, his face brightening up. At the touch, both of them felt relieved. Lifting his wife's hand, he delicately placed a kiss on her skin.

Adrienne was one to forgive. Her parents always told her how that trait would come back to haunt her as a wife. But she only saw good coming from it. And her parents weren't the most perfect people to discuss her future, after all, they had been the ones to set up who she was to marry.

But that didn't mean she wasn't satisfied with their choice. Gilbert was always there for her, even if he was an ocean away. Letters upon letters arrived at her doorstep daily when he was away. He told her of great adventures and missions her had been on for General Washington. No matter how far he ventured, the man found time to write to her.

"Gilbert," she whispered in his ear. The two of them had managed to get comfortable again, trying to rest. Her husband shifted at her voice, before turning in her direction. His deep brown eyes gazed directly into hers.

"Chéri," she whispered, only more persistent than the first time. Lips pressed together, he tilted his head. Before he could even ask, she wrapped him in her arms. At first stiff in her sudden embrace, Lafayette took a long breath.

Adrienne murmured, "Je t'aime." She repeated the phrase over and over until her husband fell asleep, still wrapped in her arms. Staring at the ceiling above them, she let herself fall into a deep slumber herself.

And there she stayed. In the arms of the only person who ever cared for her, Adrienne felt at rest. She would cherish the moments to come, even if that meant her husband leaving to travel again. At least for now they were both in each other's arms, in the place they belonged.

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A/N: Thank you MPandSE for the request! I enjoyed writing it, this couple is a joy to write.