Hamilton x Reader

Jefferson x Reader- Cicero

Number 17 The spread eagle.

You laughed, "Veronica you are something." You said, sipping your drink. Your husband Thomas had been eyeing her down the whole night which made you nervous. You always redirected his attention back to you. It slowly made you furious when they would stare at each other, bonding quicker than you and your husband had. All three of you were slowly running out of ice. You poured yourself and Thomas another drink. Sipping it, he smiled at you and leaned in, giving you an alcohol soaked kiss. You smiled and kissed him back, maybe he had done this to distract you. To make you think he still loved you. Maybe he did love you and what he had done was a mistake. Either way, he made a mistake. Veronica smiled and hugged you, you loved your little sister, she was sweet and talented. But she was also beautiful and on multiple occasions you caught your husband giving her the side eye. It made you furious to think he may have been falling in love with your sister when you loved and cared for him so dearly. Finally the cooler had run out of ice and you offered to go get more. Thomas smiled lovingly at you and agreed, Veronica nodded and let you go. You left not suspecting a thing until you had gotten the ice. You thought about your husband going behind your back and fucking your sister. He wouldn't do that, would he? The though made you furious. 'Oh if he ever did that that would be the last thing he'd ever do'. You assured. You walked down the halls of the Cicero hotel, as you neared the room the sounds of moaning and slapping came from inside. You hoped to god it was one of the neighboring rooms and when you opened the door there Veronica was, on top of your husband doing number 17, the spread eagle. You dropped the ice and Veronica fell, Thomas standing up, "(Y/n)! It's not what it looks like." Veronica propped herself up on her arms, "We-We were just practicing!" She stuttered. "Both of you are bullshit liars, why would you be practicing naked you-!" You grabbed a knife out of one of the drawers. Thomas walked up to you, "Dear, calm down its nothing I promise it wasn't what it looked like." "I think it's exactly what it looked like!" You yelled, raising the knife. His strong arm held up your arm with the knife, pulling it from your hand. "Just listen to me please dear." He said, leaning in close to you. "I promise it was just a mistake... I love you." He cooed, connecting your lips. "You're damn right it was a mistake. You said pushing him away and snatching the knife, making a beeline for Veronica. You tackled her and held her down, then you blacked out. All you remembered was walking back to your husband, him with a look of terror on his face. Then you blacked out again. When the world faded back you were washing a dark red off of your hands. It wasn't until then you looked up from the sink to see them dead on the ground. You smirked and kept washing off the blood, "They had it coming." You muttered, changing your blood stained clothes and leaving the scene. "Cicero." You said to yourself, slipping on your velvet gloves and looking up at the sign. "How could you tell me that I was wrong?" You asked, walking down the street. And we're arrested, when interviewed and asked why you had done it you told them, "Number 17. The spread eagle."