A/N: Chapter 14! I'm glad we've gotten this far! I didn't originally intended to include this chapter, but it took 13 chapters for them to get together and I think they deserve some cuteness before something a guest mentioned complicates things... (dear guest, I was aware of that information, and it's going to come into play very soon...) For now, though, chapter 14!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hamilton. I've never seen Hamilton. And watching the Hamilton bootleg is really bad so please no-one do that.

Hamilton awoke wearing nothing but a smile, a blanket draped carelessly over his body, which was intertwined with that of John Laurens. He was still leaning fast asleep on Alexander's chest, his hair loose from the pony tail and an arm slung over the other man's body. Hamilton's eyes fluttered closed again. He felt warm and safe, the guilt he had dreaded hadn't yet set in, and for the first time he felt no urgency to get up. There was no rush to return to wakefulness and spend tedious hours running errands when he could just lay there in the embrace of the man he loved, who was dozing peacefully.

Or so he thought, until an involuntary yawn seized him, causing him to inhale so deeply that his chest rose enough to disturb the sleeping Laurens.

The other man looked up and immediately beamed when he saw Alexander laying there. "Good morning," he murmured, stretching his neck to kiss Hamilton's cheek.

"Hey, sleeping beauty" Hamilton smiled back as he teasingly replied.

They laid there in comfortable silence, neither knowing quite what to say. Well, there were no words for what they'd shared the night before, perfect didn't seem to capture the sheer brilliance of it.

After a while, Hamilton confessed, "I wish we could just stay here all day."

"That doesn't sound like the workaholic I know - what have you done with my Alex?" Laurens joked.

"Your Alex?" Hamilton enquired.

Laurens looked up at him and smirked, tracing his index finger along the trail of maroon blossoms scattered along Hamilton's neck and chest, following the line further down below the blanket. "I don't see anyone else's marks on you," he explained, making the other man blush.

"Point taken," he replied, his voice a little husky due to the position of Laurens' hand, which currently rested on his thigh.

Laurens giggled playfully, removing his hand and instead using it to pull Hamilton's face in for a kiss. The other man happily obliged, and had to fight an internal battle to stop himself complaining when Laurens pulled away and went back to leaning on his chest, a small, contented smile on his lips.

"What are you thinking about?" Hamilton asked.

"Just that I'm glad you didn't freak out," Laurens admitted, moving his head to rest in the nook of Hamilton's neck.

"Me too."

Silence again, though this time it was because Hamilton wanted to ask something but wasn't sure how. His lover was always good at reading him, however, and with the extra benefit of having his ear pressed beside Hamilton's skin so that he could make out the heightened pulse, he was easily aware of Alexander's uncertainty.

"What's wrong?" He asked, taking one of Hamilton's hands and cupping it between his, running soothing thumbs across it.

"I just..." He sighed as he wondered, "I'm just not completely sure what made you... you know," he finished clumsily, tripping over the words, feeling stupid for questioning the stunning experience.

But Laurens would never treat him like he was stupid: "I just realized what it would be like to lose you when you were away, and when you came back I wanted to do everything I could to keep you close," he explained with sincerity. His serious mask cracked as he chuckled, looking between their bodies and Hamilton's face as he pointed out, "it worked!"

That would explain the determination in his eyes last night, Hamilton realized.

"So was it what you expected?" Hamilton asked, slightly insecure: his previous partners, though female, had always been satisfied, but Laurens was the first man he'd ever been intimate with, and he was unsure of his abilities with another man.

But the grin on Laurens' face allayed his fears as he replied, "better."

Then came the final question, and possibly the most important of all: "So, do you think we'll be doing that again?" Hamilton asked, already sure of the answer.

Laurens' response, however, took him by surprise; the young man shifted to lay on top of Hamilton, straddling his waist and leaning in to kiss him deeply, before whispering, "How about right now?"

Hamilton didn't have a chance to reply before Laurens' lips were back on his, and he willingly surrendered himself once again to the passions of the previous night...

If Hamilton had been distracted by Laurens before, he now found it near impossible to focus. They had risen from the bed later than usual, much to Washington's disapproval, ("Well, maybe if I start laying in, he'll stop calling me son," Hamilton had muttered to Laurens,) and he was greeted by a mountain of work. Even so, he could barely look at the inkwell without being pulled into memories of the night before. He constantly had to restrain his hand, because it was trying to write out the words which whirled through his mind; words of love and lust which made it enormously difficult to concentrate.

Every so often, Laurens glance up and smirked playfully at Hamilton, making his lover's heart race a little as he tempted him with the suggestion of something they both wanted but also knew he couldn't carry out until later.

"Tease," Hamilton muttered under his breath, peering up over his glasses.

Laurens bit his lip to hide his grin, delighted at the effect he had on the man who had seemed so unattainable for such a long time. He opened his eyes wide, feigning innocence as he smiled sweetly and answered, "I don't know what you mean."

Hamilton leaned his chin on his hand and leaned forward a little as he seductively replied, "From what I saw this morning, you definitely do know what teasing is, and you love it."

Laurens blushed, attempting to laugh it off but failing miserably as his face took on a rosy hue. Hamilton chuckled at the young man, internally thanking the God he wasn't sure existed for letting such a person be part of his life.

"Could you lean in a little closer?" Laurens asked. Hamilton did as asked and closed his eyes, letting Laurens mirror him to peck his lips affectionately. Even after all they'd shared within the last 24 hours, that small, brief touch seemed to fill his entire body with warmth. Hamilton leaned back and continued writing, finding it slightly easier now that he was brimming with Laurens' energy. Laurens stayed leaning forwards for just a few heartbeats longer, admiring the sight of Alexander working hard. Part of what made him so desirable was the fact that they seemed to connect on a spiritual level, both as dedicated to the cause as each other. He sighed happily, watching him scrawl away on the paper, his words quickly spilling from the quill to fill the sheet. He leaned away, closing his eyes to preserve the image. Then he, too, got back to work.

The door swung open suddenly, crashing carelessly into the wall as the broad-shouldered man entered the room. Laurens and Hamilton looked up to see Hercules Mulligan.

"Hey, you're back!" He greeted Hamilton, immediately going over to hug him.

"Yep! I forgot you were due a visit," Hamilton replied warmly, his words slightly breathless from Mulligan's tight bear hug.

"I'm hurt!" Mulligan joked, putting a hand to his heart in mock outrage, bringing about a laugh from his audience of two.

"You're never hurt, if anyone knocks you down you just jump right back up again," Laurens replied. Hamilton smiled at Laurens' astute rephrasing of a statement Mulligan so often made about himself.

The tailor noticed - of course he did, he was like a guardian to them both.

"What's this little smile?" He asked, pinching one of Hamilton's cheeks gently between his fingers.

"Nothing," Hamilton replied, struggling out of Mulligan's grasp like a toddler trying to escape it's mother's questioning.

Laurens couldn't meet Mulligan's eyes, which told the spy as much, if not more, of a story than Laurens' always-revealing facial expression would have.

He gasped as he deduced, "You two have been up to something!"

Hamilton stuttered, while Laurens stayed completely silent.

Mulligan grinned wider than ever as he responded, "Wait til I tell Lafayette!"

"Please don't - nothing's going on," Hamilton stated, finally able to formulate a sentence.

"'Course there's not," Mulligan replied slowly, nodding while raising his eyebrows conspiratorially.

"Hercules..." Laurens complained, his tone scathing at the juvenile behaviour of his eldest friend.

"I'll leave you to get on with... stuff," Mulligan answered, not even trying to hide his smug grin as he turned and left the room. As he reached the door, he turned and hissed, "I get that this is all a secret, but I'm really happy for you both!"

He left the lovers shaking their heads and wearing reluctant smiles.

"That went well enough," Laurens shrugged after a moment.

"I guess," Hamilton replied. "And hey, I'm really happy for us too," he continued, looking away from Laurens, slightly shy when it came to sharing how he felt.

Laurens knew what to do to put him at ease, though. He approached Hamilton, pressing their bodies close together and wrapping his arms around his neck, placing his forehead on Alex's and murmuring suggestively, "Me too."

Hamilton grinned, and closed the gap between their lips as he and Laurens shared a deep, passionate kiss. This time he felt more than just warmth: it was fire.