m i d g e t

2; off to a great start, not.

a/n: lord forgive me half of this chapter is a hamil s i n

   " when are we starting hamilton ?" jefferson follows me as i walk into a hall leading to john's office. i visibly get annoyed as he explains the mission to me for the fourth time. i'm not a child, i completely understand, i just want to see laurens first. . .

   " right after i see laurens, how about that ?" I knock on john's office while looking at jefferson, he looked serious for once, but i couldn't tell why.

   " ok, midget ." he remarks, walking away, i roll my eyes, though he won't see it. then, as if a perfect distraction, john opens his door, his expression changes when he sees it's only me. we quickly embrace before he invites me into his office, dragging my hand playfully along. we back up until his ass reaches his desk and start a heated make out session.

   " so who're you paired up with ?" he asks as i plant kisses on his neck, this was a normal thing for us to do, talk while kissing.

   " jefferson ."

   " why ?" he giggles as i lift him upon his desk.

  " wash wants us to work together, he said we have 'ridiculous rivalaries' ." i place my hands at sides of his thighs on the desk, he bites his lip, adequately turning me on. we end our talk there and continue to move forward with whatever we might do. it depends on how john feels, i don't make the first move, contrary to popular belief. i let whoever i'm with decide what they want to do, i won't force someone to do anything they shouldn't. consent is as important to me just as much as this agency.

   " why do you have to go ?" he says pouting, playing with my buttons on my vest, i take his hands in mine to stop him from messing them up.

   " so i don't lose my job, jacky ." i sigh, he gives a whimper before pecking my lips and sending me off. we both realize what's at stake here, if i lose this job, i lose everything, i could possibly be deported back to nevis. he, and angelica schuyler, know i'm an illegal immigrant. i was given fake paperwork so i could attend a school, because i just so happened to write a great book back in nevis. everyone in my country was so supportive of my writing, and they wanted to see me strive. although, if they saw how I strived now, they most likely wouldn't agree with it.

   angelica, aka agent schuyler, was in her first year of college when she heard about me. it just turned out she did too much snooping and found out i was an illegal immigrant. she was rich already from her father, phillip schuyler, so it didn't take long to hire a detective to find out the juicy details. some people want to see you fail, i guess. too bad i'm actually several ranks higher than her.

  in this agency, we have ranks. if you pass a mission, rather than fail, you get higher in your rank, you also get paid. you can be in the indivual category, or you can be in partners. you can be both too, that's what most people choose, but i mostly do individual unless it's with john. he probably already has a mission set up with james madison.

  they're off and on just as much as we are.

   i bump into someone on the shoulder, i turn around to apologize but instead end up hugging them," marquis! dude, how are you ?"

   " well, better as always mon ami, you ?" it was odd to see him without his partner, hercules.

   " i'm hanging in there ," i shrug," where's mulligan ?" i tease, pushing him lightly on the shoulder, a blush spreads across his tan cheeks.