Massage (Thomas x Angelica)
Series: Hamilton: An American Musical
Title: Massage
Pairing: Thomas/Angelica
Published: 4/26/17, 10:50 PM
Summary: In which Jefferson thinks he has the advantage, he couldn't be more wrong.
Written by: Rikareena/Foxiesango
Thomas let out a low moan as he felt firm, solid pressure kneading and rolling the tense knots across broad his shoulders, middle and lower back, and near his hips. The sensation of his muscles smoothly dissolving into liquid nirvana under her touch almost made him slip away into the depths of unconsciousness, from which he wouldn't mind never coming back.
He heard her, though her melody was muddled under the soft haze of his relaxed state.
"fferson? JEFFERSON! Did you hear me?"
"Huh?"
"I said, I'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose. This is the third time this week. You're clearly taking advantage of me."
"Hmm…never Mon Ange," he breathed. She sighed and retracted her hands, folding her arms. He started and instantly pushed himself up on his elbows to look back at her, cringing at the fact that he had to put his shoulder muscles to work so soon after all of her hard work…then again that was the point.
"O-oy! Why'd you stop?!" his deep voice was almost a whine that would've made a baby tease him. She smirked.
"A bit of advice, Mr. Jefferson: falling on your ass while horseback riding is not the best way to seek my attention," she said with a smirk. With that, she turned and promptly walked out of the room. He stared after her in dismay, not being able to ignore the sway of her hips or the air of pure confidence that radiated off her.
"A-ange! Ange, wait! B-but, my arms are sore too! Especially my, h-hey!" he frantically scrambled off the bed to chase after her, only to fall flat on his face.
He groaned again.
The pulsing pain of the fall only made things worse.
"Angelicaaaaa!"
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