One Shots-Hamilton-Mixed Ships

Sketches: Part Three

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Any further parts of this will be published in its own book which I will publish here shortly. It'll be called Sketches, so keep an eye out for it.

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Warnings: Nsfw

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The next morning, Burr was reluctant to get out of bed, afraid that James wouldn't be happy with him after last night, or that perhaps he went home. He was fairly certain that he screwed everything up. But eventually, the fact that he actually had to work today finally got him up and dressed. He walked out into the living room, laptop bag slung from his shoulder, car keys in hand to walk out the door only for a hand to yank him back by the collar and then rebalance him while spinning him around and shoving a plate of food into his hands. James stared up at him, still holding a glass of orange juice.

"What's this?" Burr asked.

"Breakfast," James replied, walking back toward the kitchen and setting the glass down on the table for him. "Eat up."

"I'm going to be late for work."

"Eat quickly," James said, sitting down at the table and digging into his own plate.

"But-"

James looked over at him, "You wouldn't want all my effort to be for nothing, would you?"

Burr grumbled and joined Madison at the table. "If I get fired because of you-"

"I'll call Washington and explain myself."

"Don't you work today too?"

"Yep." Burr looked him up and down, pointedly bringing attention to his pajamas. James grinned and plopped his laptop down on the table. "There, I'm at work."

"That's so unfair."

James smiled, "You're going to be late."

"Shit." Burr shoveled food into his mouth and then bolted for the door. "Thanks for the food James.

James nodded and waved him off. "When you get there, give Thomas this look for me," James said, demonstrating.

"Sure thing. Bye," Burr said, disappearing through the door. James chuckled and actually opened his laptop to do some work. Maybe he'd draw a bit today too.

Burr barely made it to work on time, clocking in and sliding his card in between Jefferson's and Hamilton's. The moment he settled in behind his desk, it actually kicked in. Madison not only stayed, but also made him breakfast. Burr didn't think that James was really that kind of guy. His morning was starting off unnaturally good, it could only be so long before-

"Burr!"

Right on queue.

He sighed and looked up. "Yes, Alexander?" He should really look into that work at home thing Madison had going. No wonder Burr never saw him around the office, he just thought they worked on different floors.

"Tell Thomas he's a bitch ass with no common sense."

Thomas appeared behind him and scoffed. "No common sense? Have you even read Common Sense?"

"What?"

"Thomas Paine?"

"Yes, Thomas, you are a pain."

"You're insufferable."

"Now that much is common sense."

"End my suffering."