Falling Through Time: Basking in Firelight: Book 2

Independence

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Warnings: smut, gun, shooting, fourth of July holiday.

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"Hey, Alexander," Jefferson called over from his desk.

"Yeah, Thomas?" he replied distractedly, shuffling through several papers and reading over a few lines of hurried script.

"You know what today is?" Jefferson asked.

"Ah, national cheese day?" Hamilton guessed, not looking up.

Jefferson sighed. "No. Try again."

"Mhm," Hamilton continued shuffling through paperwork. Jefferson pushed himself up and stalked over to Hamilton, grabbed all his paperwork and dropped it in a neat stack on the floor. "Hey! You asshole!"

"Alexander, it's the fourth of July!" Jefferson said exasperatedly.

"Wait, what, really?"

"We've got to celebrate!" Jefferson exclaimed happily, grabbing Hamilton's hands and pulling him to his feet and swinging him around the office.

"Thomas!" Hamilton laughed. "Doesn't the whole staff do something for the fourth?"

Jefferson halted their spinning. "Sure, but the whole country mostly uses it as an excuse to get drunk. Sure, there's patriotism, but sometimes I wonder how many actually know what the Declaration of Independence is. I was hoping we could do something special. Or at least different. Doesn't have to be complicated. This day marks the birth of the United States, we've got to do something!"

"Don't we have to make a public appearance?" Hamilton asked, extracting his hands from Jefferson's and crossing his arms.

"Ah come on! We can get some old flintlocks like we used to have and go shooting! A horseback ride! Read the official and unedited versions of the Declaration!"

"I don't know Thomas, we've got a lot to do..."

"Annnd," Jefferson lowered his voice and pulled Hamilton against him, "when it gets late, we can celebrate the freedoms we didn't have back then," he purred into Hamilton's ear.

Hamilton felt his body heat up causing Jefferson to smirk. "I'll see if-"

Someone burst through the office door. Hamilton and Jefferson sprung apart like they'd just been electrocuted, Jefferson dove over his desk into his chair and resumed a casual appearance, his legs propped on the desk. Hamilton tripped over the stack of paperwork Jefferson dropped and sprawled across the floor, Jefferson's concern was quickly overpowered by his cackle when Hamilton popped back up with a sheepish grin and a paper stuck to his face, trying to look normal. Hamilton batted the paper from his face and smoothed his hair nervously.

Jefferson's laughter ceased abruptly when he remembered the reason Hamilton just took a spill. Please let them have been looking at a file so they didn't see how close they were, how Jefferson's hands had been gripping Hamilton's ass and holding him to his body.

The person in the doorway had burst through the door, full-on intending to launch right into what he was going to say, but he froze when he just what exactly was happening between the two presidents. It took all of one second for them to launch themselves to opposite sides of the room and Hamilton landing on his ass.

"Sainte merde(Holy shit)!" Lafayette yelled.

Jefferson tensed up, realizing that they had no chance of explaining what just happened and what would inevitably follow. Hamilton, however, visibly relaxed and laid down on the cold floor, trying to calm his racing heart. "Sainte merde, sainte merde, sainte merde!" Lafayette shrieked, dancing into the room and closing the door behind him. "Alex! Thomas! You two finally made up?! Why didn't you tell me?!"