Thomas Jefferson's Coming Home (A Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Wine Glasses

It was Thomas Jefferson's lips. Oh my god I was kissing Thomas Jefferson. His lips tasted like cinnamon. 

"Y/n!" A voice yelled. It was my dad. I quickly pulled away from Thomas. My dad walked through the door. 

"Are you ready to go home?" He asked. 

"Yes dad," I said. I quickly grabbed my book. As I was beginning to walk away I looked back at Thomas. His eyes looked hurt.

"Hamilton told me you taught him how to sew on a button," He said, opening the carriage door for me. 

"Yeah," I said with a laugh. 

"So what were you talking to Thomas about?" He asked. 

"Nothing dad," I said annoyed. I really didn't feel like explaining to my dad I was kissing his Secretary of State. 

"Y/n I'm not stupid. I'm your father. I saw the way you looked at him during the cabinet meeting, you were making him flustered and I have never seen Thomas Jefferson flustered," He said. 

"I don't know what you're talking about dad," I said, I began to open my book, but he pulled it away from me. 

"Y/n look at me. I don't care if you like him, it's ok if you, just don't be stupid," He said. After that the rest of the ride was silent. 

~Time skip to the next day~

As the carriage pulled up to the office, (A/n I'm calling the place where they have cabinet meetings the office now) I saw Jefferson talking to Madison. As I got out of the carriage, Thomas ran up to me. 

"Ms. Washington can we talk in my office?" He asked. 

"Sure," I said. Thomas lead me into his office and sat in his desk chair, he motioned for me to sit across from him. He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses. He began to pour them. 

"Mr. Jefferson isn't it a bit to early in the day to be drinking?" I asked him as he handed me the glass. 

"I usually have a glass of wine every morning for breakfast, but this morning I decided I'd need it later to deal with Hamilton," he sighed. I laughed as I began to drink the wine. It was bitter, but I forced it down my throat. Thomas laughed. 

"What?" I asked. 

"You could of just told me you didn't like it," He said. 

"I didn't want to insult you," I replied looking down at the floor. 

"Ms. Washington can we talk?" He asked. 

"Only if you call me Y/n, you don't have to be so formal Mr. Jefferson," I responded. 

"Then call me Thomas," He said, pouring a bit more wine for himself. "Look I'm sorry about yesterday. I understand if I made you really uncomfortable, I understand if you never want to speak to me again, it's just. Y/n when I saw you yesterday you made my heart flutter and I haven't felt that way about someone since my wife passed away. I just want to explore this feeling." He looked so nervous. 

I didn't know what to say. I mean he made my heart flutter yesterday as well, but what would people say. An 18 year old girl dating a man 28 years her senior who also worked for her father. That would ruin the family name. 

"Thomas, people would think you're just using me to get to my father," I said. Thomas's face quickly changed from nervously happy to pure rage. 

"Is that how low you think I stoop Y/n! You think I would use you to get to your father! Y/n I like you and you think I would use you for a promotion!" He yelled. His hands were clenched in fists. 

"Thomas you're misunderstanding what I said," I began. Thomas slowly began to approach me, I began to back up toward the door. His eyes narrowed. I opened the door and ran down the hall, faster than I had ever ran before. I knocked on Hamilton's office door. 

"Come in!" He called. I opened the door. Hamilton looked up from his writing, his glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. He saw tears streaming down my cheek. 

"Y/n are you alright? Do you want me to get your father?" He asked. He quickly got up and helped me sit down on a plush green couch in between two bookcases. 

"Please don't get my father," I said. 

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked. I shook my head. 

"Ok, I'll be here if you need anything," He said. 

~Another time skip~ 

It was 5 o'clock. Alex was starting to pack up his things to leave when there was a knock at the door. It opened to reveal my dad. 

"Y/n I've been looking for you, are you ready to go?" He asked. I nodded. As we began to leave I saw Thomas's office door. It was closed. 

"You get in the carriage, I have to talk to Thomas about something," I said. My dad nodded. As soon as he was gone I knocked on Thomas's door. No answer. 

"Thomas, are you there?" I asked. I heard something. It sounded like someone crying. I opened the door. Thomas was in nothing but a white button up shirt. He had taken off his jacket and vest. The bottle of wine that had just been opened this morning was empty. 

"Thomas can we talk?" I asked. He lifted his head. 

"Get out," Thomas said. 

"Look Thomas you misunderstood what I said this morning. Truth is I think I like you-" I was cut off. 

"GET OUT!" He screamed. Suddenly he picked up one of the wine glasses off the table and threw it at me. I covered my face, the glass hitting the wall next to me. I felt someone touch my shoulder. It was Alex, and he was fuming. 

"Jefferson, you're in deep shit," and with Alex escorted me out.