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Alexander walked into him and his lovers' shared bedroom. He was holding and cup of steaming coffee on one hand, already dressed in his pajamas.
A candle was lit on the nightstand, casting soft orange shadows around the room. It was peaceful. Warm.
Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, and Aaron Burr were already in bed, not asleep, however. For once, Alexander didn't arrive to bed late.
He sat his coffee mug on the bedside table before getting shuffling under the blankets next to Aaron. James was on the right side of Aaron, and Thomas was next to James.
Aaron smiled softly when he saw Alexander. "I'm glad you're coming to bed early and not working yourself to death." He teased lightly, but was serious underneath it all.
Aaron wrapped his arms around Alexander’s waist, pulling him flush against his own chest and snuggling up against him.
Alexander grinned. "Shut up." He retorted quietly, having no bite to it. He enveloped his own arms around the Vice President's neck.
"You know," Thomas pipped up. "If you need more time working on the drafts, you could just ask me. I am the president, after all."
Alexander glanced at Thomas, not letting go of Aaron. "Yeah, but I don't need more time. I always get most of it done within a few days." He pointed out.
"Yes, but we're tired of you constantly coming to bed late." Thomas scolded gently. James nodded in agreement.
"We miss you." He added quietly.
A beat.
Alexander sighed heavily. A small pang of guilt seeped his chest.
"I'm sorry. I just... Like to get things done. I promise, I'll come to bed earlier."
Aaron planted a kiss on his cheek. "You better. Or else we're making you sleep on the couch for a month."
Alexander looked at Aaron, shocked. "What?! A month?!"
The Vice President nodded. "You need to take better care of yourself." Alexander grunted.
"Fine." He reluctantly complied.
Thomas, James, and Aaron smiled. "Good." James mumbled.
Silence fell once again. Not awkward or tense—just peace. Just silent love from four lovers who adored one another.
James reached up a hand—without warning—he started to massage slow circles on Aaron's back. His calloused fingers tenderly removed any nots in his spine.
Aaron let out a hum of contentment. He leaned into the soothing touch, letting himself relax. "Thanks, James."
James' smile softened. "You're welcome." He responded, not stopping the loving gesture.
Alexander’s heart melted at the sight. "I love you guys." He said.
"We love you too." The other three replied in sync.