Happy birthday, Aaron! Don't worry, this time I won't ask for you for his age. (It would just be highly appreciated) -C
The first time they kiss, she backs away in horror. She fans herself like the lady he has always known her to be. He doesn't hesitate though. Aaron simply leans back and waits for her to force out the words.
She finally stops. "I, Sir Burr, am a married woman."
"Mrs. Prevost, you don't appear very satisfied by this pseudo-husband." He reaches down and gently brushes his lips against her hand. Aaron struggles to keep the pleasure from appearing on his face. If he could, he'd be staring at her with doey eyes and drool.
Theodosia slowly eases her hand free. "Excuse you, my husband is out at war. Fighting down in Georgia, if you must know."
"For such a strong patriot..." Aaron relishes the surprise that flashes across her face. He smiles to himself. She's quite a beautiful woman, and a smart one at that. It's almost as if she's surprised he's outwitting her. "I'm startled you're married to one of the British regiment."
"Some of us make sacrifices for those we love," Theodosia replies stiffly. Something in her eyes seem to be softening though.
He blinks. "Is that so?"
"That is so," she retorts. The two of them exchange amused smiles before he bows slightly.
She starts. "Are you leaving, Sir Burr?"
"Worry not. I'll return much faster than your pseudo-husband will." He smiles gingerly at her, kissing her hand once more. If Theodosia wishes it, he'll take it just as slow as she wants.
The young lady finally relents, curtsying. "I hope to see you, truly."
"Burr!" singsongs Laurens, clearly drunk out of his mind. The euphoria that fills him is much too abundant. His cheeks are too flushed, and even his eyes speak measures of the alcohol consumed.
Aaron glances over idly, still nursing his own drink. He's on the verge of tipsiness and drunkenness. There is no reason yet to take the plunge of alcohol yet. "Yes?"
"Look at that woman over there. Dang," he whistles.
Aaron wrinkles his nose at the drunken soldier. "And here I assumed you liked men."
"Women are good for admiring. Men are good in bed," slurs Laurens in response, a smile splitting his face. Aaron tries to hide his cough of surprise. He...He didn't need to know that by any means.
The freckled man leans in as if to confess a secret. "In fact, Alexander is so good-"
"Back to that dazzling woman!" he desperately replies, shoving him away. There is no reason he needs to know of Hamilton's...Exploits.
With that, Aaron lets himself go drunk and let his mind blur. If he must speak of these matters, he wants the chance of forgetting it in the morning.
Oh, crap.
Said dazzling woman saunters over to them, a smile creeping upon her face. "Two soldiers are getting drunk? That's hardly proper behavior."
"Lady Prevost!" Aaron scrambles to look more proper.
Laurens kicks his stool. "Act casual. Just because you like a girl doesn't mean she'll love the desperation. You reek of it."
Theodosia giggles, and it appears that only then John realizes he spoke above the whisper.
"Forgive him," Aaron hastily says, turning away from John.
John whines under his breath. "I am only speaking the truth!"
"Loose lips sink ships, Sir...?" Theodosia flutters her eyelashes. Oh, how Aaron wishes he was on the receiving end of her charm.
He sucks in a breath, looking proud. "Laurens!"
"Well, Sir Laurens, I suggest you cut down on the alcoholism." She gently plucks drinks from both of the men's hands. "You as well, Sir Burr."
Emboldened by the haze, Aaron pauses. He drinks the words like his Sam Adams before spitting them out. "Perhaps I would be less likely to resort to such things as alcohol if I had a wife."
"Or if you were my dirty mistress?" Theodosia rolls her eyes, but she still offers her arm. "Let me escort you back, Sir Burr."
He stumbles off the stool, quickly touching her. The electrifying touch is almost enough to make him swoon into her.
If the gentle smile is any indicator, Theodosia might be finally enjoying spending time with him.
Aaron grunts, holding himself awkwardly as he opens the door. "It's much too late to bother me again, Hamilton..."
"I imagine I'm better than any gentleman caller," Theodosia replies, hugging her jacket closer to herself.
He makes eye contact with her. Then, he's swinging open the door. "Come on in, Mrs. Provost. To what honor do I owe this...?"
"I imagine you're a smart man, Sir Burr. Not only smart but right in many ways. I've considered your proposal. And I think there is only one answer." She smiles then, much too pleased with herself.
Aaron wrinkles up his nose in thought. "I don't remember a proposal."
"Want a reminder?" Her bright eyes spark mischievously in his dim hallways. Then again, surely it's natural. She has always been the brightest thing in his world.
He slowly nods. "I suppose I must-"
Her lips are against his before he can finish. Then, he melts into the touches and the breathes. Theodosia kisses back as if the world could be ending any second.
"I rather like this proposal," murmurs Aaron.
Theodosia smiles. "Of course you do. Women are cute to look at and men..."
Aaron interrupts John's quote. "You heard Laurens?"
"And his stories I certainly don't want to know about? Yes."
To silence any words that might come from Theodosia about Laurens' words, Aaron goes back to kissing her. She gladly lets him.
Knocking a little on the door, Aaron walks into Theodosia's house. She said she had urgent news. The most important news she has ever received.
He finds her in the living room. She holds a letter.
Aaron clears his throat. "Lady Prevost-"
"I'm a widow," interrupts Theodosia. She turns, eyes bright but conflicted. "I'm a widow, Burr."
And even though he should pay respect to the man, all Aaron can think is that Theodosia can be with him now. And that, for him, is enough.
