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Omg "they were recently seen looking adorable together in town" - just imagining this is making me melt. I love love love these two being in love and going through their lives together - soooo sweet

There was a bakery that Hamilton liked that he knew about, on the other side of the city. He had found out because Lafayette’s - Prince du Motier’s office - was over there, and he had some pastries from there that Hamilton had eaten six of. Hamilton usually forgot to eat when unreminded, and it would never occur to him to go all the way across town.

Washington was often hashing out alliance details over there with Lafayette, and he made a stop inside. The baker was happy to make suggestions and gave him a few free pastries in return for putting a good word in. Washington preferred fruit and cream to sugar and flour, but he knew a general or two who didn’t.

The treasury was a work in progress and currently was a two story ex-printshop. He was in no hurry, council having adjourned until later this evening. It was a nice day out. He wondered only about his flowers, but they had been in good health when he left, and Meade was a decent replacement. When people waved he bowed his head and continued on his way. He did not mind a meandering walk.

He spotted his husband two blocks early, muttering to himself and staring at the dirt. He would see no one, thinking so hard.

“Dear,” Washington said, and Hamilton’s gaze snapped to him. There was a momentary pause, and then Hamilton folded his arms behind his back and looked him up and down, as if to confirm this was not an imposter that was saying hello to him on the street.

“You are not arguing with Lord Madison?” Hamilton asked.

“We adjourned until the evening, on the request of a number of councilors.”

Hamilton scoffed. Hamilton would have fought for hours before retiring. Thankfully, Washington thought, not everyone he was forced to deal with was as devoted to their various causes as his husband.

“I brought you some pastries,” Washington said, and offered him the basket.

“Oh,” Hamilton said, and took a step back, only now seeing the basket. He took one wrapped pastry out and unwrapped it, taking in the many layers of dough and the soft sheen of melted sugar on the top. “Oh! Did you get these from the bakery near the ambassador’s residence?”

“That I did.”

“That’s quite a walk from here,” Hamilton said, “And pastries are not usually your favorite food.”

“Well, I purchased them for you, not me,” Washington answered.

“Oh,” Hamilton said, and paused again, because it was in his nature require some processing time regarding Washington doing things for him, despite that Washington routinely did things for him, and would have done more things for him, had he had the time for it.

“I hope you enjoy them,” Washington said, and offered the basket.

Hamilton moved closer again, but instead of taking the basket, he took Washington’s jacket in his hands and kissed him quite thoroughly in the middle of the street.

Now, Washington knew there was a difference between General Washington and his husband talking in the middle of the street and General Washington being kissed quite thoroughly by his husband in the middle of the street. And so it was when Hamilton did finally release him, and pull the basket back - Washington had not noticed he had taken it - there was a low murmur coming from the windows of the cobbler’s shop they happened to be standing in front of.

“Excuse me,” Hamilton said, turning sharply to the gossiping merchants in the cobbler’s waitroom, who all quite abruptly seemed interested in the variety of shoes in the display. Scowling, he looked back at Washington, who was wiping his mouth with his handkerchief. “I daresay they can find their own partners to bring them pastries.”

“I hope that they do,” Washington said, and returned the kiss with a chaste, tender one of his own, “Do not let me keep you from your work.”

“Oh, you could never,” Hamilton said, and took a bite out of one of his pastries, “But I shall return to it nonetheless.”