Head's up, this chapter, while not super duper explicit, has some mature themes.

"Well that was a close call!" Alexandra laughed excitedly as Hamilton ushered her through the front door of his house. "I hadn't expected that Perry and Della knew a little bit of ballroom dancing too."

"I've learned the hard way that Perry Mason knows just about a little of everything," Hamilton groused good-naturedly as he flipped on the light. "Well, here we are. It's just been me all this time so nothing spectacular."

Alexandra set her purse down by the door and let Hamilton help her with her coat. Her heart thumped against her chest in nervous anticipation. The sexual tension had flared up between them early in the evening, threatening to ignite in some fiery inferno later when their bodies pressed against each other as they danced. Now they were finally alone and both understood body and soul where the night was headed.

"Will Helen be alright alone tonight?" Hamilton asked as he hung Alexandra's coat up and then turned back to her, gently wrapping his arms around her. He wasn't nervous. At all. That surprised Alexandra who remembered a young Hamilton Burger who wasn't as sure of himself then as he was now that he was a successful and seasoned attorney. He fairly radiated confidence and charisma now and stood strong and tall. Alexandra found herself very powerfully attracted to him.

She nodded and rested her hands on his chest. They shared a long look before Alexandra busied herself with untying his bow tie. "She's 18 so she's a grown woman now and she's been home alone before. She should be fine."

One by one, Alexandra slipped the buttons of his pristine white shirt through the tiny holes. Only the sound of their breathing filled the silent living room until she gently tugged his shirt out of his black pants so she could get at the remaining buttons.

"You look amazing in a tux, by the way," she whispered into his ear with a smirk. "I'm almost sorry I'm taking it off."

Hamilton chuckled, his voice deepening with desire as his lips found hers in a sudden, searing kiss. "I'm afraid I'd have to object to that if you stopped now."

"Who said anything about stopping?" She quipped. "You know I always finish what I start."

Finding the fastenings of her dress, Hamilton undid them and the silky, teal gown pooled at their feet. Alexandra averted her eyes, feeling his gaze roam over her body appreciatively. She had to confess to some self consciousness about her appearance, but she didn't wish to ruin the mood by vocalizing it. It was just that pregnancy had changed her body so she didn't look quite the same as she had the last time she and Hamilton had been together. Her hips had broadened considerably and then there were the unsightly, but significantly faded stretch marks and varicose veins.

Hamilton noticed how she looked away and he tipped her chin up to look at him. Somehow he felt he had a pretty good idea what was bothering her and he wanted to put it out of her mind. Of course he was aware that it sometimes happened; that a man would make his woman feel embarrassed about her post baby body. Still, it seemed unfathomable to him that a man would do that after all that a woman sacrificed to give him a child.

"Alex, look at me. You're beautiful. And Helen is perfect. I couldn't be happier."

She gasped softly in surprise as the district attorney gently lifted her in his arms and carried her back to his bedroom. He deposited her gently on the bed and then shrugged out of the tux jacket and the white shirt and tossed them over a chair. He wasn't overly concerned with hanging them up as he planned on having them cleaned anyway.

Rejoining his lover on the bed, he helped her pull the pins out of her updo so that the soft, brown strands would fall about her shoulders and be more comfortable for her against the pillows.

"Please don't vanish on me again, Alexandra. I don't think my heart could take it a second time," Hamilton murmured in her ear before raining gentle kisses along her neck and collarbone.

That admission showcased the man's vulnerability. That he was still willing to be so open and vulnerable with her now touched Alexandra so much that she gasped softly as much from his heartfelt words as she did from the soft, gentle kisses he was showering her with.

She shivered. "Hamilton…"

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"So who is willing to bet that the inestimable district attorney will be in such a good mood tomorrow that not even losing to Perry Mason for the 1000th time in a row will break the spell?" Drake asked.

"Or too tired to care?" Perry smirked.

"Maybe they're just worn out from dancing and plan on sleeping?" Della countered, knowing full well what the two men were speculating.

"With a woman that looks like Alexandra?" Paul eyed Della with disbelief. "As much energy as Burger has flailing about the courtroom during one of Perry's "courtroom pyrotechnics" as he calls them, I'm sure the man can pull at least one all nighter with a woman."

"You men are unbelievable sometimes," Della shook her head with a laugh. "Speculating about other people's personal lives…"

"That reminds me… Now that Burger is preoccupied with Alexandra, I think I'll go hunt up Helen and see if she still wants to go out!"

"Good idea, Paul. Especially since Burger may be too tired tomorrow to hunt you down," Perry grinned evilly.

Della just stared after Paul's retreating back as he made his way to his car and dropped his tall frame into it.

"What are we going to do with him, Perry?"

"It's free entertainment, Della."

"Whatever you say, chief."