As Thin As Paper: Jamilton (Hamilton x Jefferson)

"God, your so drunk, Tommy."

Hamilton's POV:

I sat in Thomas Jefferson's office, watching him fiddle with the drawers and papers he had stuffed in there. He grabbed some sort of liquor from the cabinet and pulled out two glasses.
"You want some?" he asked.
"No thanks," I responded, "I gotta make sure you're okay and keep you in line." He smiled.
"Alright, your loss." he said as he drank a bit of liquor. I smiled and kissed his cheek.
"Someone's gotta keep you in line here." I said. He blushed and smiled back.
"Good thing I have you then, hm?" he replied as he drank some more.

We talked for hours, Thomas getting more drunk with every topic we switched to. I grabbed his hand and sat him in his chair.
"Heyyyyyyyy~" he said. I smiled and waved at him.
"God you're so drunk, Tommy." I say, rolling my eyes.
"Yoo gotza problemn wit dat?!" he exclaims.
"No, I don't." I say as I smile and kiss his forehead. He smiles back very drunkenly. I giggle a bit at how drunk he is.
"Yoo havf no righttt to bee thizzz cute!" he stammers. I blush and smile at him.
"You have no right to be this drunk." I reply. He smiles and giggles like the drunk he is at the moment. I sit next to him and let him rest his head on my shoulder.
"I wuvv yoooooo!" Thomas exclaims.
"I love you too, Tommy." I reply. He grabs my face and lets me rest there for a second.
"Wh-What are you doing, Thomas?!" I ask, scared. He smirks and kisses me. I kiss back and fall backwards with Thomas on top of me, still kissing.