blue blood ~ revolutionary war spy (desc)

night'

we walked out of Washington's tent. there was a bit of awkward silence between me and ben, but then he smiled and said,
"I just remembered you have to sleep on the floor"
"tragic, absolutely terrible," I said sarcastically, benjamin just chuckled and suddenly stopped.
he lifted the flap of the tent he stopped in front of and gestured for me to come In, I happily obliged. bens tent was slightly bigger than most of the others in camp, guess being a major has its pros.  Then it hit me, I have to change into my nightgown. welp.
" benjamin, can you head out of the tent for a moment?"
"why?" he asked, head tilting like a dog that doesn't understand its commands.
"I have to change Ben."
I watched his face flush red and he walked out, I chuckled a bit and tugged the tent flap to make sure it would stay closed and that no one could see me. I took off my dress and undergarment for the skirt of the dress, I untied my corset and pulled it off. but then I remembered I didn't even pack anything, I didn't bring anything. I shouted out to ben who was waiting outside the tent, his silhouette showing on the other side of it.
"hey, ben."
"yeah" he shouted back
"I'm stealing your clothes"
"uhh, ok?"
"I wasn't asking"
I could hear ben laugh at me, I smirked a bit and walked over to the crate that contained bens clothes, I looked through it. after a minute of searching through jackets and button-up shirts, I found a light fabric, white shirt. all of bens clothes are oversized on me so it seemed like my normal nightwear. I slipped it on and put on my stockings (or pantyhose, however you say it.) I was dressed for sleep but I can't walk out of the tent. I was going to tell ben he could come back in but he yelled out first.
"You decent?"
"yup" I replied, popping the p.
he entered the tent and looked at me.
"huh, I didn't know I had that shirt." he shrugged and I giggled.
I walked over to the warped mirror in his tent and started to undo my hair. the curls from the updo fell to my shoulders and my scalp was acing. I sighed when I felt the acing stop. ben broke the silence,
"hey, I gotta change so you should look away."
"mhmm" I mumbled and faced the tent flap.
after a minute of shuffling behind me, ben called out.
"Alright, we're good" I snickered and turned around to see benjamin smirking.
"Alright, do you have any extra blankets or...?"
"OH, yes, sorry." I chuckled a bit at him apologizing for nothing.
he looked around the tent and spotted a crate in the corner of the room.
"AHA!" Tallmadge exclaimed proudly.
he carefully opened the crate. first, he pulled out a pistol he had in there for what I assume 'safekeeping', then pulled out a silk sheet, a blanket, and a pillow.
"ya know, I can sleep on the ground if you want." ben offered
"YES! I mean" I cleared my throat jokingly "that would be very nice, thank you." I fake corrected myself. he laughed and I did too, ben was looking sweetly at the blankets he had in his hand and began to lay them on the ground. I happily took his cot as it was warmer than the ground.
benjamin blew out the candle and laid down on the floor.
"so" I started "how do you know about my nickname?"
"hm?" he hummed in response
"you know, a/n/n."
"oh," he huffed "I read one of the letters he wrote you"
"Which one exactly? he sent like, 50 in one month." benjamin chuckled
"I'm assuming the first one he ever wrote you from camp. we had just gotten back from Philadelphia and met" it suddenly hit me
"Peggy shippen," we said in unison
we both chuckled
"how do you remember that kind of stuff?" benjamin started to shift to sit up and lean on his elbow.
"after Adams memorial, I made my self read every single letter he wrote to me." me and ben started to chuckle and let it grow to full-on laughing, Adam always sent wierd letters for weird reasons so I can imagen Tallmadge got a few unique ones as well.
"We should probably get to sleep" ben suggested
I could hear shuffling as ben stirred to lay flat.
"Yeah, I guess you're right.."
"night' a/n/n"
"night'"