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[iniquiticity]

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For NSFW Friday, Greenhouses make-up sex? I feel like once they are more stable there will still be a lot of call for that since Hamilton seems constitutionally incapable of apologizing with words. :).

His husband was sulking in his bedroom, and after three days of staring grudgingly at many servants, the walls, books, his desk, and several essays, he had been forced to conclude that he had acted very rashly and in error, and insulted Washington a bit too sharply and in his soft underside that he took very personally, and he was obviously more hurt about the issue than Alexander had intended.

But Washington had been in err about Alexander’s behavior at the council meeting; Alexander had only pointed out the abysmal hypocrisy of Jefferson’s comment about the treatment of apprentices without even mentioning the bit about his mistreated servants or the women who could not, without risking retribution, deny his advances. And even that had been too much for the council and for Washington, who had been furious with him in the inn room the next night, and hissed at him enough until he had struck back.

But he had not meant to call Washington heartless or uncaring; he had not really meant it that Washington ignored the concerns of servants or common farmers; he had not meant that Washington was some class-blind general. But he had said those things, and Washington had been sufficiently injured. So he would have to in some way confess he had not meant what he had said, and explain that he cared, and also Washington cared (for he did, deeply), and he knew it.

He did not knock on Washington’s bedroom door, for such a thing was not helpful. Washington was reading a book, or at least looking at the words; his eyes did not seem to be tracking the page very well. With some effort, Hamilton wiggled between his husband and the desk and smushed himself into the chair. It was a tight fit.

“What do you want, with this heartless man?” Washington murmured, bleak with sulk.

“To please him,” Alexander said, and kissed his husband’s slack mouth, and that sensitive spot under his ear. “And let him know that I care about him.” He effortlessly undid the knot of his neckcloth and kissed his throat.

“What about me could you care for?”

“All of you,” Alexander answered, and let his hands kneed at his husband’s groin, feeling it rise to his attentions. At least that went well, “Could you put yourself on your bed, so I could more thoroughly do so?”

Washington moved to the bed without much of a complaint. Hamilton stripped down with his typical efficiency and kissed every part of him, and some more than others.