Laurens, I Like You A Lot

Just...Please

*this is such a sin chapter lol i felt weird writing it even though it's not like really explicit*

We get back to our dorm and Alexander goes straight to his laptop.

"I just wanna see if our professors emailed us anything..." He says, but I know he's gone from the moment his fingertips touch the keyboard.

"I'll leave you to it."

I leave our room and I go visit Lafayette and Hercules. When I walk in, Hercules and Laf are laughing about something.

"And then he tried to tell me, me, about France like I wasn't born there. Fucking idiot!" Lafayette says. Hercules slaps his knee, rocking back in forth on his bed.

"Are y'all talking about Thomas Jefferson?" I say. They both make eye contact with me and it's quiet in the room for a second.

But just a second.

"JOHN-" Laf starts.

"FUCKING-" Herc says.

"LAURENS!" They both say. They run towards me, embracing me in a hug. I trip over myself and I fall to the floor, bringing them with me.

"Hey." I simply say, patting both of their backs. They get off of me and help me up. Lafayette grabs my face and kisses my cheek.

"We've missed you, friend." Laf says.

"I missed y'all too. How was Christmas without me?"

"A little quieter, but it was still fun." Hercules says. "Where's Hamilton?"

"Checking some emails." I say, rolling my eyes.

"And you guys just came back." Laf says, raising an eyebrow.

"Yup. I wish he would just relax, but once he starts-"

"There's no stopping him." They both say. I nod my head.

"Let's catch up." I say, and they nod their heads.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I walk back to my dorm and I hear faint music playing from inside our dorm. When I get closer, I realize that it's Spanish music playing. I open the door slowly and I see Alexander dancing by himself around our room. He sways his hips and steps back and forth, one of his hands raised in the air. He looks at me and he smiles.

"My baby, mi novio, let's dance." I didn't even know that Alexander knew Spanish, and I ask him how he knows.

"How do you know Spanish?"

"I mean, I grew up in the Caribbean. Along with learning English and French, I took up Spanish when I could. I looked for books in the streets and when I came here, I saw that I had a chance to take the lesson, so I wanted to revisit it. Brush up on it, and I totally forgot about this dance, bachata, it's amazing. I'm rambling, aren't I? Dance with me." He grabs both of my hands are starts to step back and forth.

"Baby, I don't know how to dance this." I say in a whiny voice.

"Baby, I'm here to teach you." He says, mimicking my voice. "It's so simple. It's a basic one-two-one-back. Watch me." He dances by himself and after I while, I think I get the hang of it.

"Okay. Let's try." He grabs my hands and we start to dance to the music. Alexander hums softly.

"Let's get more intimate." He says, in a way that isn't suggesting, but it could possibly be. He grabs my waist and pulls me closer to him quickly. I stumble a little bit and he laughs.

"Relax baby. Put your arms around me." I put my arms around his shoulders and we do the same motion, only this time, we're closer together.

Our bodies move in rhythm with the music, our bodies getting closer and closer, and the dancing slowly turns into a slow grinding.

And I can't lie, it's hot. It turns me on.

"Was this your plan? Because I don't think...we were dancing the original dance you showed...me." I take pauses in between cause Alex has gone to my neck, kissing and sucking on certain spots. "Alex...oh god." He gets to a certain spot and I moan out loud. He trails up my neck until he reaches below my bottom lip. I tremble for him to do something, but he stays there, our breathes heavy.

"Alexander please." I say.

"I've never had you plead before. It's kind of sexy." He grumbles in my ear and my whole body quivers. My whole body aches for more of his touch, for more of his hands all over my body, for more of his lips on mine, for more...of him.

"I didn't get a turn on Christmas. I let you take control and it was fun. But....I want a chance." He says, the last part, a little nervous. It's true though. I mostly dominated when we first had sex, and that includes...well...you know. He wants a chance.

And fuck, I'm gonna let him.

I look up at his eyes, and then I look at his lips, a slow grin forming on his face. He crashes his lips on mine and I moan instantly. He steps forward, falling on top of me on the bed. He kisses me roughly, a longing. His hand traces underneath my shirt, running over my faint abs. Making me want him more.

God, his sudden confidence and dominance side is so sexy.

He takes off my shirt, the only time out lips breaking contact is when he pulls it over my head to take it off. He kisses down my stomach and my body pleads for him.

"Oh my god, just...please." I moan out.

"Please? Please, what?"

"I want you. I need you. I need you to..."

"To what, Laurens?" He says, clearly teasing, tugging down my pants a little bit.

"Just fucking fuck me. Please."