Falling Through Time: Basking in Firelight: Book 2

Breakfast

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Warnings: Slight homophobia but not really

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Jefferson woke up at a godawful hour early the next morning, his arms still wrapped around Hamilton like he was subconsciously afraid he would disappear in the middle of the night. Which made absolutely no sense to Jefferson. Why was he afraid of that? He nuzzled Hamilton's neck, tightening his hold slightly.

Hamilton slowly woke up, mumbling and complaining about how Jefferson's hair tickled and that his beard was scratchy. When Jefferson finally deemed Hamilton was conscious enough, he softly spoke, "Alexander, I've got take off before someone walks in to wake us up for work."

Hamilton nodded and rolled to the side of the bed, out of Jefferson's reach. "Go on then." Jefferson threw off the blankets and stood, stretching all his muscles when Hamilton suddenly shot up. "Dear God, do you think anyone heard us?"

Jefferson smirked, "Do you really doubt my architect skills so much? I designed both of our rooms to be soundproof so no one could us screaming ourselves awake from nightmares. And the Candlelight Room is underground and soundproofed as well. I wasn't really thinking it'd be used for that but more for instruments. I didn't want our music to wake the whole Manor at three o'clock in the morning, no one can hear anything down there either. There are a couple of rooms that have soundproofing as well for various reasons. The only thing that we need to worry about is if someone comes looking for us in the middle of the night."

Hamilton sat back in relief, "You know, it's like you almost planned to have secret sexual adventures in the middle of the night. It's all too convenient."

"I had no such thoughts," Jefferson declared, scooping up his clothes from the laundry. It'd be suspicious if Jefferson's clothes were mixed with Hamilton's, they had very identifiable styles. "I'm completely innocent. Excuse me for being considerate of other people who don't want to hear your horrible cello skills."

"Excuse me? Horrible?" Hamilton scoffed, "You just ravaged me over those horrible cello skills."

Jefferson smirked, pulling on his shirt, "And I'd do it again."

Hamilton threw a pillow at him, "Get out and go to your own bed."

Jefferson laughed as he pushed open the wall and fled into the office, closing the door behind him. Instead of going to his room like he had planned, he went down to the kitchen instead. There was no point in going back to sleep since he felt so awake. Amazing how a restful sleep could do that to you, even if it's a short one. He set about making a fresh pot of coffee to take back to his office.

A couple hours later, Madison walked into Jefferson's room to wake him up for the day. It technically wasn't his job, it wasn't anyone's job, but Jefferson had a tendency to try and milk a couple hours of rest. So Madison usually woke him up with a cup of coffee and the newest stack of papers. Only this time, Jefferson's bed was empty and still made. Madison went directly to the office and pushed open the door. Yup, there he was, tirelessly working away, an empty coffeepot beside him. He must've not have been able to sleep again. That was common. Madison often found him like this, except he usually looked more tired. He set down the coffee in front of him, followed by the this of the stack of papers and began to list off his report. Jefferson nodded along as he starting sorting through the stack Madison just plopped down in front of him. Shortly followed by his goodbyes and went to attend to his own matters. Just like every day.

Burr shuffled in about half an hour later, another fresh cup of coffee in hand and another stack of documents and proceeded to go through the same routine. He swiped up the empty mug that Madison had brought him and whatever finished pile of paperwork he had, said his farewell, and left. Just like every other day. Honestly, Burr hated it. It felt kinda like he was an errand boy. Sure, he was the head of another part of government in a different branch, but it was mostly to just break ties in votes and make sure no one killed each other. It was rather boring. Adams and he agreed that it was the most useless job of the entire government. He usually just brought in some paperwork or a book. Nothing seemed to happen.