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[iniquiticity]

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Greenhouses George and Alex, Alex is fresh from battle and his blood is up

Washington had been awakened previously, for an advanced scout for the battle had woken up him with a very loud knock, and had seemed very apologetic about it, but explained that General Hamilton had impressed it upon her that His Excellency MUST be informed of the news of this battle, no matter WHAT his condition, and General Hamilton would take any suggested punishments for waking Washington up in the middle of the night. Washington lit a candle and read the report, which was in fact extremely good. Nonetheless, Washington admitted some annoyance that Hamilton had had him woken up, when they were in the middle of a battle and he was not usually blessed with several uninterrupted hours of sleeping. He knew his husband well enough to know there was some point to this - likely that General Hamilton was going to appear in his doorway and demand action, even though the whole camp slept besides the sentries.

He glanced out his window with his candle and saw Hamilton riding directly towards him, a thrum of irritation pulsing in his blood. Husband or no husband, this was not a polite act for a war camp, even one in moderately good shape, being that they were all fed, and the weather was nice, and everyone had decent jackets. he would have a word.

he watched hamilton tie his horse to the post outside his office. Then he put the candle on his bedside table and waited.

“Sir–” he began, when the door opened.

“Oh, do not sir me,” Hamilton said, closing the door with a dangerous sort of stillness. In the flickering candlelight, Hamilton looked like some war demigod - splattered with blood and dirt, his eyes glowing. “Do not do anything. Lay on that bed and permit me the spoils of my heroic and incredible victory.”

“I need to sleep, Alexander.”

“Oh,” Hamilton said, and a brilliant smirk lit up the corner of his mouth as he stripped off his clothing and left it in a heap, “I assure you with complete confidence you will sleep very well once I am done with you.”

“Fold your jacket,” Washington said, because it was very difficult to be angry at Hamilton when he stood so tall and looked so proud and was gazing at him like he was a steak. Hamilton huffed, then picked up the jacket and folded it, and laid it on the dresser, and then in three steps had thrown himself into Washington’s lap and was kissing him like a hurricane, more or less bowling him over back onto the bed.