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[iniquiticity]

lafayettedigg asked
alright i was just about to fall asleep when I had the idea of Washington and Hamilton kissing in the greenhouse by moonlight and I wanted to thank you for creating a 'verse that inspired such a beautiful image :)

washington wakes up in the middle of the night and hamilton is gone.

this is not peculiar. one of his dedicated husband duties is dragging hamilton back into bed, if he’s gotten up to write something down. so he yawns large, lights a candle, and walks over to the study.

empty.

the library next? empty. the secondary library? empty. hamilton’s old study, in his isolated corridor? also empty. washington frowns at the candle, and sits. midnight adventues to places might be a hamilton sort of thing, although it seems unlikely hamilton would rush off without alerting him. he thinks to wake a servant, although - perhaps -

he walks back their bedroom and puts some pants on, and changes into an undershirt and a waistcoat. low socks for his shoes. Then he puts his candle in a lantern and walks outside. it’s just on the summer’s break, still warm enough that jackets aren’t required. a huge full moon looms large, almost making his candle redundant. he walks down to the greenhouse with the lantern. it’s surprisingly refreshing, somehow. he clicks the door shut behind him, walking down the long rows.

here he is, sitting in the desk they’ve arranged in the corner. hamilton likes to read in the greenhouse. he presently is.

“neither library could satisfy your craving?” he asks, softly. hamilton looks up at him. god, he’s gorgeous in the half-moon, half-laternlight. the proud jaw, his wonderful eyes, the messy ponytail of his hair.

“the evening was too night to waste another moment of it,” hamilton replies, but he closes the book and stands up, apparently ready to be ushered back to bed.

“it is a very nice evening,” washington agrees. “albeit almost morning, i think. can i convince you to come back to bed, or would you prefer the embrace of the moon?”

“i see no reason why such a thing is exclusive,” hamilton replies, walking away from his desk. he opens the little lantern door and puffs out the candle in washington’s lantern, leaving them to be only lit by the sky. then, he slides his arms around washington’s waist and presses their bodies together. washington aches at the warm affection of it. he tilts hamilton’s head up by his chin, so he can see this man, the most gorgeous man he’s ever known.

a tender kiss, like the moon.