You like fluff, right? Cool...
Hercules didn't exactly remember what happened that night, but he also didn't exactly care. He remembered the important details, though: A lot of hurried shuffling when Herc knocked on Laf-Gil's door (and a lot of not remembering what to call him). Then a lot of stumbling over words in both English and terrible French, and laughter from the both of them. And then a single word, one of the few of the French words he understood: "Oui." And then an explosion in his chest and smiles and laughter and hugs...
And a kiss. A sudden, soft, amazing kiss...
And then his memory cut out.
But whatever happened after that resulted in Hercules and Gil waking up in the same bed, which was certainly surprising.
John woke up that morning and managed to slip out of bed without waking Alex, then took a shower and started making breakfast.
When Alexander got up, he also took a shower, and got dressed in a pair of old sweatpants and one of John's shirts, which was a little too big but very comfortable. He walked into the kitchen and saw John wearing just sweatpants, making a warm smile appear on his face. Alex snuck up on John and hugged him from behind.
"Morning, Alex," John muttered. Alex nuzzled further into John's back and hummed a response. "You know, all that stuff I made you say in French was about you."
"I was saying all that about you, though," Alexander said quietly. John giggled and turned around in Alex's grasp to kiss him. "I love you, John Laurens."
"I love you too, Alexander Hamilton."
Peggy woke up early that day and got dressed in a pastel green, flowing blouse and glitter-covered skinny jeans. This wouldn't usually be note-worthy, but this was the outfit that Peggy wore to every first date she went on. It was good luck, she would say.
Peggy left a note for her family that she had gone out and walked out the door before anyone else even woke up.
If she wasn't wearing her lucky outfit, Peggy's walk to the restaurant would have been horrible. A car driving through a puddle nearly splashed her, but someone stepped in front of her just in time. A few kids were passing a baseball and lost control of it, sending it hurtling directly towards Peggy's face. She casually reached up her hand, caught the ball, and threw it back. When she got to the restaurant, a smug grin had covered her face.
"Peggy, over here!" Peggy headed towards the call until she found Maria at a table in the corner.
"Hey," Peggy said as she sat down across from her date. "Sorry I'm late. I had to walk."
"Oh, no, it's fine," Maria smiled. "Here, I got you a coffee already." She grabbed one of the mugs in front of her and passed it to Peggy.
"Thank you," Peggy grasped onto the mug and raised it to her lips.
Then she dropped it, spilling coffee on the front of her shirt. Peggy shot up and tried her best to keep from shrieking.
"Are you okay?" Maria asked, standing up with wide eyes.
"I'm...fine." But Peggy was clenching her fists and squeezing her eyes shut and most certainly not fine. And Maria told her so.
"You know what," Maria took off her sweatshirt and gave it to Peggy. "Go to the bathroom and change out of that." Peggy nodded and walked away.
So much for good luck...
I'm so sorry. All this cuteness is great and all, but it's about to be ruined by a lot of bad stuff happening in rapid succession.