[A.Ham.]
At the end of the day, I kept to my word and came for Muda from Washington's office. She wasn't in the chair though. I looked a little confused, but maybe she's somewhere wondering the office.
"Mr. President." I greeted, and he looked up to me over his glasses.
"Hamilton. Ready to go?" He asked me, setting down his reading.
"Yes, Sir. Have you seen Muda?" He nodded, glancing down beside him. Oh... He whispered a little, patting the space next to him, and after a moment Muda stood up from behind his desk, smoothing her dress.
"Come along, Muda. Have a good evening, Mr. President." I said. She stepped away, keeping some space between us.
"See you both tomorrow, Hamilton, remember what I said." He told me. I nodded, moving to my hand at Muda's lower back as she came to my side, but she stayed away, and soon walking a step behind me. I sighed... She must hate me inside.
The walk home was silent, the tense, uncomfortable kind. Maria was waiting on the front porch when we got back. I was greeted with a kiss and a "welcome home, handsome."
"Hello, beautiful." I replied with a smile and let her inside, Muda following behind us. "All sorted with Burr?"
"Yup, can you come to court with me later this week? Then we can celebrate afterwards..." She leaned into me, swaying against me and making me chuckle. "So that's a yes?"
"Maybe, I'll have to ask Washington about it. And give Muda something to do." I blushed lightly, I knew what she really wanted.
"Oh, she knows her way around? Like... to the office?" I glanced around for a my girl, but she's already gone somewhere in the house.
"Probably... I mean, we've gone everyday for a few weeks. I'm sure she can go on her on her own for a day." I mutter, but my thought was encouraged with another warm kiss from my lover. It helped my concerns met away. "Sure..."
"Awesome. Help me out of my corset, love?" She purred, her fingers trailing down my vest, popping the buttons as she went. "And I could help you out of your shirt?"
"We just got home, darling. It's been a long day. Why not just get dinner and maybe spend some time in the garden?" I asked, letting my hands wander her waist despite my words. "Doesn't that sound lovely, my dear?" Maria bit her lip, letting it drag free from her teeth slowly, like she was deciding what she wanted. before finally nodding.
"Fine, alright. Let's see what the kitten is making for us tonight." She smiled, slipping her hand in mine. She lead me past further into the house, I hadn't even realized we were lingering in the foyer. The hypnotizing click of her heels made me want to follow. God, I'm whipped. "Oh kitten, where are you?" She called. Muda, with a clear confused look on her face, peeked out from the kitchen. "Yes, I'm talking to you. Now come here." She glanced to me for a moment, and honestly, there was no better way to describe her expression than with a 'is she really going to call me that?' look. I nodded slowly, and she glared for just a moment before falling resigned and stepping forward. "Good kitten, so what are you making?" Maria asked her. I... I didn't think Maria actually paid enough attention to Muda to realize she didn't speak.
"Um, darling? She cannot answer that." I said gently, watching Muda fall still before us, standing in submission.
"Why not? She has to. She's a slave, hun." Maria noted, as if it were obvious.
"She's mute. She can't answer. You didn't notice how she never speaks or makes a sound? Or how I only ask her yes/no questions?" I chuckled softly, but no one found it humorous.
"Then make her speak. What use is a mute slave-"
"Actually, she's been a prized asset in my life since Jefferson gifted her to me. I wouldn't trade her for the world." I smiled, genuine pride shone through me, and hopefully Muda understood it too. Unfortunately, Maria didn't.
"Is she good to you in bed?" She asked, "has she been keeping you satisfied since you've had her?"
"No. I don't want to use her like that. I feel since she cannot speak, or effectively communicate to me past nodding for now, I don't want to use her without her consent."
"She's a slave. Her consent doesn't matter, if you want to take her, take her. She's your property." She shrugged, before sauntering off to the stairs.
I could feel my face heated at the thought, and looking to Muda, she wore a similar blush. Had she thought about it? If we had a chance to... no. I respect her, I promised I wouldn't do such things to her. As I open my lips to say something, hopefully to break the uncomfortable air between us, Maria called from upstairs.
"Kitten! Come help me out of my corset!" Muda lifted her eyes to me, another saddened gaze, then hurried off to the stairs. I stayed frozen in place a while longer. I never asked to have a slave, I'd been against this whole notion. But something about this one... is it how I treat her? How she treats me? The gift I never asked for.
Sighing, I turned and headed for the stairs. Maybe a little washing up could do me some good.
".... a shame he hasn't given you away. You really are a bit useless if you don't speak at all. But, I guess that makes it easier to forget you're here." I heard softly from my room. "And when he chooses me to stay, he'll surely forget you're more than a slave. They way he looks at you is disgusting. Actual affection for a slave?"
Of course, Muda would say nothing in return. The shuffle of clothes was the only indication she was there.
"Pathetic. Get out of my sight." Maria's voice was cold and harsh, like a spoiled princess. Has she been treating Muda like this all week? The door opened, Muda holding Maria's dress, both woman shocked to see me standing at the other side. Muda's eyes, though... heartbreaking, she was on the brink of crying.
"Go on, Muda." I stepped aside, letting my girl carry on her way.
"Alex, I can-" I held up my hand before she could start.
"I think you've forgotten that this is not your home. You do not live here. This is merely a transition for you." I said quietly, stepping inside the room. "So, after your trial, you're going to find another place to stay, because clearly you cannot respect me and my property enough to remain here. I never should have let you stay in the first place."
"But... Alexander..."
"No. Now, get out of here. This is not your room." I stepped aside again, patiently waiting for the woman to move. And she did, only to pause infront of me.
"You'll want me back. She's a child compared to me, and if you're so hellbent on not using her, then you'll want me back." She purred lowly, "because you know how I can make you feel... she'll never fulfill that itch, and we both know you can never say no."
"Out, you filthy siren." I growled, glaring her down until she left the room. Dear god, what is my luck with women? It's moments like this where I miss John. At least he was sane most of the time and put up with my bullshit. Let's just get dinner over with and get to bed. The sooner the trial comes, the better.
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09/29/17
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Muda
Fanfiction"Jefferson, what's this?" I frowned, glancing over the chained woman standing beside him. "A peace offering, maybe a little incentive to stir on the compromises in the debate we had the other day." Thomas replied, as if it were obvious. "This is a...
