Hamilton One Shots

Love Marks (3)

Requested by: multi-fanDOOM & bravePEGGY
OC: Abigail Livingstone

From the rich perspective, a city could be rather breathtaking with all the possibilities and busy work happening just at their fingertips. But for the poor, life on the streets was brutal and unruly. The two alike faced their own struggles, but on different terms.

After being thrown back out into the streets of the city, Abigail found herself being placed into a status lower than she ever dreamed. Every person had a word hanging above their head, like a guilty reminder of their failures. She was known as a whore. The word was whispered around, but never quite said out loud.

No one knew of her story. Since being rejected by Thomas, she stayed hidden in shops and alleyways, begging for some sign that the whole affair had been washed away. She hadn't ventured back to her other customer's house, after the shock of hearing another person in the dead of night. For now, life seemed steady.

That feeling of safety didn't stay for long. A few weeks after finding a job and place to station herself, Abigail almost crossed paths with one of the men she had been sleeping with. A rush of panic pumped through her blood the second she laid eyes on his green jacket and cream colored pants, two clothing items she recognized from many encounters.

But then he vanished just as quickly as she noticed him. For a while, things went back to normal again. Only a week later did that all collapse for her. It was a late evening, with most of the shops closing down.

Abigail was ready to set off to her temporary but compatible home when she heard the door to her shop open up. The handmade chimes in the door rang as someone entered. She shouted over her shoulder, asking if they needed anything. After receiving no reply, she hurriedly rushed out to see who it was.

Thomas. All the breath was knocked from her lungs the second she laid eyes on the person she wanted to see least. He still carried himself like the man of honor he was. And he certainly still seemed to be just as powerful and intimidating as he had been before.

Speechless, she stuttered, "W-what do you need?" Her lips felt dry and the inside of her throat constricted at the sight of him.

"I need you." Thomas looked completely serious about it. Abigail uneasily shifted on her feet, avoiding his eyes. Silence was exchanged between them for the next minute before she formulated an answer.

"You don't need a worthless whore. I recall how you so called me that at the foot of your doorstep, when I only asked for your goddamn comfort." Harshly turning on her heel, Abigail drifted to the side of the shop to clear up a few tables, filled with sewn items.

Thomas reached out and touched her hand. If he wasn't mistaken, the second he did so, her hand flinched. "I said things to you that night that I should have never let out of my mouth in the first place. I don't think of you as a whore, it just-"

"Slipped out, huh?" Abigail slammed her hands down against the wooden surface she was hunched over. Sweat dripped down her face from a long day's work as she fired back. "You think trying to apologize for calling me a whore is going to solve everything? Thomas, no matter what they say, you're not the most intelligent man under the sky."

Before she could move past him, he locked his hands on her wrists tightly. She felt her heart beat a little faster, full of sensual energy and thrill. Thomas leaned in close to her cheek, pressing his pelvic area against her hips. There was nowhere for her to run, her back was pressed against the table, and hands locked.

"The mind works, but the mouth talks. You should know that about me by now. I'm truly intrigued with you, inside and outside of bedsheets, and don't want to lose a lady such as yourself. Don't run away from me this time, please," he breathed into her ear. His breath felt hot on her skin.

All her life she had been running. Whether it had been from man to man or village to city, she somehow was always on her feet. Breath continuously panting, heart racing, she never stopped. Was this the stopping point?

"I won't," her croaked voice replied. For a second, all they exchanged was relieved and breathless looks. Slowly, they leaned into each other to exchange something more.

Their lips brushed together, mouths working together. Abigail couldn't help but feel delighted at the way their lips connected perfectly, like they were meant to be. She reached out to pull him closer, as if he would try to escape.

"No more secrets?"

Startled, she pulled back. Thomas hurriedly explained his reasoning. "We don't have a thing to hide. Our relationship can grow in the public eye, you don't have to-"

Abigail shushed him. "Can't we keep it quiet for just a little longer? It's quite scandalous to be sneaking around from everyone. The feeling of having something to hide is riveting, don't you think?" He didn't look certain, but nodded.

"You promise to not see him anymore?"

A sigh left her lips. Alexander. Sacrifices had to be made. Abigail knew she was pondering too long on the question. But how couldn't she? He was just as intelligent and powerful as Thomas, which drew her in from the moment they met.

But her heart lied with the southern one.

"I assure you that my interest in his figure and personality died a long time ago." She bit the inside of her cheek as he leaned in and kissed her cheek. Even though it was a lie, she was satisfied to know it made him pleased.

"Very well then. You never disappoint me, darling. Shall we wander back to my place?" A smirk arose on his lips. She knew that look and what lay ahead on the night for them.

"I should close up here first," she murmured gesturing around the shop. Seeing his upset expression, she immediately said, "If you make your way back, I'll be back shortly and this will be all yours." She turned on her heel, heading back to fix some decorations.

Thomas shoved his hands in his pockets. He had several papers to write, things to sign, letters to read, but nothing was going to hold him back from her. Nodding his head, he headed for the door of the shop. "I'll be waiting for you." And just like that he was gone.

Abigail watched the doorway, almost wishing he hadn't left so soon. It seemed unreal to have him back in her life again. But she liked the feel he brought to her, a satisfying but gentle one.

If anyone knew who she had gotten tangled into a relationship with, they would probably laugh in shock. Of all the men, she had managed to cross paths with Jefferson.

She recalled all the nights they snuck around together, careful not to break his public character. Even though he was controlling of their affair in the beginning, he still brought something else to all their encounters.

So it seemed they would continue to sneak around for a certain amount of time, before someone found out. But they were so good at playing the game that no one would. The secrecy behind closed doors and shades was all theirs to savor. And for however long they stayed together, they would certainly keep those memories as only secrets.

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A/N: Thank you multi-fanDOOM and bravePEGGY for the request! I really loved writing a part three for this, as the storyline was something exciting to expand on. And to lots of feedback, many loved Abigail and Thomas, so therefore they got back together. I wanted to finish this off by saying thank you; this book just hit 41k reads! That's insane, thank you so much for all your support!