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[Bibi's POV]
"Jefferson," I sing, and the tall man turns around. His hair bounces as he does, which makes me giggle.
"Oh, hey Bibi," He smiles and walks towards me, getting pretty close. I stand on my tiptoes and play with his hair.
"How's your day been?" I purr. He smirks.
"Stressful," He sighs.
"Oh, do tell," I run my fingertips along the back of his neck and under the pristine, white collar of his button up. He melts under my touch.
"I had another cabinet meeting today. That Hamilton kid doesn't know what he's talking about," He almost moans.
"Oh, I'm sure. How could he even think to stand against a tiger such as yourself?" I whisper, getting closer to him. He smirks.
"And a fox such as yourself," He adds. I giggle and wrap my arms around his neck, our foreheads touch lightly.
"You're a beast," I flirt.
"You're a beast," he jokes.
"You're a monster," I one-up his joke.
"You're an ogre!" He laughs.
"Oh, come on now!" I giggle at his foolishness.
"You're an insect!" He adds. He starts to get somewhat frustrating at this point.
"Ok Thomas I think that's-"
"You're a snake!" He cuts me off.
"Thomas," My tone changes completely.
"Awwh, you can't have any fun, can you? Psht, women," He scoffs.
"Excuse me, Thomas?" I interject.
"You can't take a joke?" He snickers. I groan.
"Thomas, that's not what I-"
"Are you scared to lose the this tiger?" He brags.
"Thomas, you wouldn't know 'tiger' if one attacked you!" I spit.
"You wouldn't know 'fox' if you contracted a disease from one!" He tells back.
"Thomas, maybe 'that Hamilton kid' is more of a gentleman than you'd ever dream to be!" I yell, and he looks at me in shock, then smirks.
He's got an idea.
"I'll show you 'gentleman,' Bibi," He purrs and steps toward me, wrapping his arms around my waist. His hand is so warm against my small figure.
Everything goes by in a blur, and I wake up the next morning, naked, and in a strange bed with a sleeping Thomas.
"Did I just have sex with Jefferson?" I quietly ask myself. I climb out of the bed and walk towards where I assume the bathroom to be. Looking in the mirror, I notice my rats nest hair, and my absolutely destroyed makeup.
As I try to push my hair around with my hands, Thomas walks up behind me in his boxers, wrapping his warm arms around my waist. He rubs his hands around my body and I cover my face with my hands in embarrassment. He uncovers my face and spins me around, so I'm facing him.
"Would you say I'm a gentleman now?" He groggily says.
"I'd say you're quite the tiger," I purr.
