Hamilton Drabbles

Touch me and face the consequences

"I swear to God if you touch me..." Jefferson trailed off. It hadn't been that long ago that he had found out about Hamilton's certain, weakness. Although now, he was beginning to regret all those times he had abused the knowledge because the small man had nudged him to get his attention, only for him to jump and let out an embarrassingly girly squeal. Needles to say, Hamilton was quite intrigued.

"You'll what? I mean, given the corner you've backed yourself into, I doubt you can escape. And you've attacked me so many times, I think it's about damn time I get some well deserved revenge."

Jefferson never thought that the small, usually tired man could actually be intimidating. Just from hearing some of the stuff he said, he knew the man could be sadistic, but right now he was honestly a bit scared. The fact that he took the liberty of pointing out how trapped he was and his need for revenge seemed to heighten his senses. He was quite shocked when the shorter man lunged forward, fingers darting to his stomach.

Jefferson clamped his lips together, but failed to stop the giggles, actual giggles, pouring from his mouth. Hamilton let out a mocked gasp, "Is Thomas Jefferson laughing? And not even at my expense? I never thought I'd see the day," he drifted off, still making it his duty to take the other man to stitches.

Hamilton finally showed him some mercy and stopped the torture. He stared up at him, a devious smirk on his lips. "What was it you said to me earlier? Oh yes, I believe you said, 'Working with you just got a lot more interesting.' Well Jefferson, I hope you like being on the receiving end." His eyes had a dark gleam to them as he let out a low chuckle, turning to leave him alone.