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It was the rare moments like the one right now where you and Thomas had the ability to sit in silence and enjoy each others company. As of recently, Thomas had been extremely busy with James Madison to try to figure out what exactly he was doing since the money was going through. Yet, they just had to figure out where exactly it was coming from and why.
Now, the both of you sat next to each other on the couch in his study, a room you barely were in except for the rare occasions. Looking up from the book you were reading you looked up at Thomas and took notice of his extreme focus as he read through many documents about what was possibly going on. Madison had sent him information this morning and all day Thomas was working and rereading. Trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together.
Shifting your book to the side, your hand reached up and gently moved some of Thomas’ hair aside before letting out a soft hum. His hand had come up to hold yours for a few moments before retreating back down so he could flip the page. You watched him before getting an idea. Slowly moving your body, you got closer to Thomas and laid your head against his shoulder. Part of you wanted to ask how work was going, yet, instead you stayed quiet. Eyes closing you listened to his steady breathing as your body fully relaxed, something about your partner’s steady breathing soothed you.
Thomas had noticed your intimacy, something he didn’t mind one bit. Since recently he has been busy and unable to spend time with you. Yet, today he offered for you to accompany him to his study and the way your face immediately lit up didn’t go unnoticed by him. Probably because there were a few times he offered that to you since you’ve both been together. Every time you brought a book with you while he worked, keeping quiet and reading silently while you both shared the couch.
Now, he sighed quietly. The papers in front of him showed small proof of Hamilton’s misdeeds. Yet, he had a lot to work on to get that proof he’s been fiddling with the country’s money. For now, he set them aside and shifted. He saw you lift your head and he gave a small smile in apology as he laid back against the couch, his head resting on the pillow as he sighed of relief. How long has he been hunched over looking at those papers? Possibly since Madison came over this morning to deliver them.
Hearing you shuffling slightly, he opened his eyes to see you moving his right leg to lay against the couch before you slowly moved your way on top of him and laid down comfortably. Your head resting on his chest as he felt your weight on him. It was comforting. He closed his eyes again, his hand slowly moving your hair in a soothing way as the quietness allowed the both of you to drift off.
The two of you remained quiet for the longest of times. Not one word spoken between the two of you, just a mutual understanding. One that would be understood with the relationship you two had.
You knew Thomas was stressed, anyone would be with the position he was in. Plus having recently come home from France, it was quite a lot on him. Slowly, your hands moved to his shoulders and ever so slowly started to remove his cravat. He stiffened just a bit before stilling as he felt the fabric loosen around his neck. Once that was done he felt your hands begin to put pressure on his shoulders. He let out a low hum of appreciation, one could’ve mistaken it for a moan if it was ever so slightly louder. Hearing it made you continue as you felt his hand tighten in your hair.
A small chuckle left you as you leaned into his touch a bit more and kept going with pleasuring him by massaging his tense muscles. Perhaps it’s the only thing you can do to help him. You don’t know much of the political aspect of what he did. For the most part you understood the basics—nothing more than that.
As you went to get more comfortable, your hands had paused the ministrations as you felt Thomas grip your wrist. Not too tight, not too light either. Just a gentle hold that was comfortable but got your attention.
“Don’t stop.”
It was the first time you heard his voice all day. Shaking your head, you shifted again to get more comfortable against his body. Your arm lifted up to hold you up by the elbow as your other hand went behind his neck to massage the tense muscles behind that. Feeling Thomas remove his hand from your wrist he sighed as he slowly rolled his head slightly to try to get you to hit that right spot.
Lord, the moment you did a moan left his lips. Unashamed as it was quite loud. It felt good and he needed it desperately.
All you could do was smile at the sound as you pushed harder slightly and saw his eyes flutter open slightly to take a look at you. He was in bliss at the current moment, just a break from work and having his partner on top of him. Honestly, it was something he needed. But perhaps his pride was too strong to admit it.
“Thank you.”
“Of course, Thomas.” You spoke, voice low to match his own as you rested your ear on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. It was beating a little bit faster than usual, and slowly your movement of your hand on his neck slowly eased before stopping as you dozed off just a little bit.
He didn’t move, didn’t complain either. He knew you were tired. He was too—both mentally and physically. He looked over at the papers, eyebrows raised, he closed his eyes and let his head fall deeper into the pillow. His arms wrapped around your body to keep you close to him as he himself too drifted off.
The both of you could have a small respite until it was time for dinner. Which, from what he knew. It was at least a couple hours, the perfect amount of time.