[A.Ham]
The weeks went on in their comfortable pace. Madison's warnings and Burr's (albeit disgusting) rattiness fell into distant memories. Fall started to drift into winter. Every morning, I woke with Muda beside me in my bed. We slept together fairly regularly. No, I wasn't sleeping with her, just sleeping next to each other. It has been the best sleep of my life. Though I really, really should get the woman proper sleeping gowns. I um... yea. I hadn't even kissed the woman. I knew once that moment came, that barrier broken, I wouldn't be able to hold back. I already need her more than the air in my lungs, but the desire...
This morning was no different. The stroking of fingers along my arm that holding my girl by the waist told me she was awake too. The temperature has started to drop, so this was a good reason to cuddle, but... I loved having her close. My perfect girl. I couldn't stand the thought of letting this moment end. It was Wednesday, and the sun rising told me it was close to 6 in the morning. I was more than ready to tell Washington to shove it and stay in bed all day.
"Go back to sleep, I'm not going in today." I muttered, nuzzling into Muda's shoulder, ruffling the fabric of the old dress shirt of mine she wore. She shivered, from what didn't matter. I tightened my arm around her, laying a soft kiss to her head. She smelled of lavender and vanilla... I felt her lay her hand over mine at her waist, her arm mirroring mine. Her fingers entwined with mine loosely, giving a gentle pull. I let her move my hand, familiarizing myself with her neck. God, I want her... So perfect. Her hand guided mine to her hip and my fingers conformed to the curve, instinctively pulling her against my own. I wanted her so badly, it hurt. I groaned, flexing my grip on her, pressing my own hip into hers. "Muda..." I whispered in her ear, listening to her purr in response. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck... I growled in response, returning my arm to her waist to hold her possessively. She's mine. Mine. My Muda. My precious one. She shivered again, her hand reaching up to cup the back of my neck, tangling in my hair, guiding me to return my lips to her shoulder, now bared... When did she even.. I didn't notice her unbuttoning the shirt she wore. Oh god. I groaned again, latching my lips to her bare skin. This girl is going to be the death of me. Her soft sigh, the whimper leaving her was intoxicating.
I shouldn't. I really shouldn't. But after weeks of having satisfaction consistently after a year of no one, and coming to acknowledge my adoration for my slave... The temptation was so real. It was unbearable. I want her. She's mine. Mine. But what if this was just her doing her duty? What if she didn't actually want that kind of relationship with me? I wish I knew what she was thinking of me right now.
Her shudder pulled me from my headspace, another needy whimper slipped from her when I released her shoulder from my lips. A dark cherry spot was left in its wake.
"God, Muda... what you do to a man." I whispered to her, letting her roll over in my arms to bury her face in my chest. I held her to my heart and let my beat soothe her back to sleep.
"Wow, Alexander." I was startled away by a voice, so full of bitterness it made me want a glass of water. "A year and a half later and yet another woman in your bed."
"Eliza..." I sat up quickly, waking Muda in doing so. "What... how...? Why...? What are you doing here?"
"Well, I initially came to see how my husband was doing, and maybe even see if we could work something out, but seems my place has been taken." Eliza spat, glaring at the stirring Muda. "Always like you, Alex. Just can't keep your hands to yourself." I sighed. This is going to be a long morning.
"Muda, go make tea, three please, then start breakfast. Enough for the three of us." I instructed, and she nodded and quickly rebuttoned her shirt, blushing as she made her way out of bed. She moved quickly, keeping her head bowed as she tried to slip past Eliza.
"Woah there, whore. You should apologize to me for fucking a married man, my HUSBAND." Eliza gripped Muda's arm, causing the shorter woman to tense, but not struggle.
"She can't, Betsy, for a few reasons. Let her go and I'll explain." I said as calmly as I could. "It's not what you think."
"What am I supposed to think!? She's in our bed-"
"MY bed, you walked out on me-"
"After you CHEATED on me, Alexander! And this harlot, wearing practically nothing, is where I was. You replaced me!"
"Betsy, I could never-"
"That's what you said before, but you still slept with that Maria for a year behind my back! So where'd you find this garbage?" She threw Muda to the ground, causing my girl to make a soft groan. "How long did you wait after I left to pick her up, huh?!"
"Elizabeth, let me explain! Stop yelling!" I exclaimed, kneeling to help Muda back to her feet. "You aren't even letting me tell you who she is."
"Does it matter? She's in our bed! I wanted you back, Alexander, but you're still the same dirty bastard I walked out-"
"SHE'S A SLAVE." I screamed. Muda jumped, ducking her head low, her arms hugging her waist in pseudo-comfort. Eliza stopped her rampage, dumbfounded.
"What...?" She whispered.
"Muda, go do your duties. Now." I said, and my girl ran from the room.
"Alexander?" Eliza stepped closer, but I held a hand up.
"That was Muda. I named her. She was a gift from Jefferson in hopes I'd give him a compromise on a bill a while back. I haven't touched her in the way you accuse me of. I just needed to keep her close for her benefit and mine. Now what the hell are you doing here, Eliza?" I hissed, stepping closer to my wife.
"I wanted you back, Alexander. I know I walked out on you, took the children, but I thought we could... try again?" She said again, like it was obvious. "I got your letter and realized I still loved you..."
"You may stay for breakfast, rest a while, then you're going right back to upstate. Eliza, I loved you, but what you just showed me tells that you don't trust me at all to even hint at trying again." I spoke a bit more gently. Raising my hand to her cheek, I wiped away her tears. "My sweet Betsy. I've been so cruel to you. You deserve so much better."
"Alexander..."
"I'll mail the divorce papers soon. This is over." I pulled her into my arms as she started to cry.
"Can I ask for one more thing?" She whispered into my chest.
"What is it?"
"Accompany me to Jefferson's ball this weekend? Angelica and I were going to go, but she only has a few choice words for Mr Jefferson." I paled slightly as I listened.
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10/07/17
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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...
