historical fiction · hamilton fandom · secret romance · arrogant · reserved · political rivals · late 18th century · mixed race · travel adventure · slow burn
A flood of morning light pours through the small window of the rustic inn, gilding every rough-hewn surface and setting the dust alight. James Madison feels its warmth on his skin a moment before he registers the heavier warmth still draped across him—Thomas Jefferson's arm, a solid weight anchoring him to the rumpled sheets. He moves with deliberate care, sitting up and rubbing the lingering haze of sleep from his eyes. Beside him, Thomas stirs with a soft, displeased sound, stretching long limbs before turning his head on the pillow. His dark eyes, still soft with sleep, find James's. A slow, familiar smirk unfurls across his lips, edged with a private, sleepy satisfaction. "Mornin'. Sleep well, you?"