Jamilton Oneshots // Hamilton ✔️

Speeding [JAMILTON] [PART ONE]

The road is pretty much empty, but long. I can see the office building from here, but just barely. It must've taken years to build this road, it looks like it's two miles long. Anyway, the car in front of me is going very slow. I honk and honk, but the old lady doesn't get the message.

So, when we drives into a street leading off the street I'm on, I can't help it. I glance at the speeding signs, 40. I go 60.

My car is almost there. I can see the office building more clear now.

And that's when I hear the sirens behind me. I immediately turn to look around and see my worst nightmare; a cop car. I've always been scared of police, they intimidate me even when I know I've done nothing wrong. But now I have down something wrong.

I pull over.

The cop car pulls over behind me and I place my head on the steering wheel, rolling down my window. I can feel that my face is red with embarrassment. I bet my mom is watching from heaven. She msust be disappointed. Or she could be watching James right-

"Sir?"

My head snaps up and my eyes widen. Standing in front of me in the sexist officer ever. He has such poofy hair... No, Alex, stop.

"Yes?" I ask, looking at my hands.

"Do you know how fast you were going?" He asks.

"60 MPH. Over the speed limit, sir." I mutter.

"I'm glad you know. Can you sign here?" He pulls out a yellow slip of paper, one I know from TV shows and just stories I've heard. So this is it. My first ticket.

I reach for my car door, deciding to go a different way.

"Sir?" The officer asks. I slip out of my car, putting my hands behind my back and rubbing up against him.

"I've been naughty... How about you punish me?"

"Sir." He says strictly.

"I should be calling you that," I look at his nametag, "Thomas."

I reach for a kiss. He glady obliges, pushing me back into the car. When we pull away, I'm breathless and red. So is he, but a smirk is dancing on his face.

"Do I..." I pant for air, "Still have to sign the ticket."

"Of course not."

He walks back to my car and I giggle, getting back in my car. I check the time.

I'm late for work.