#lafham

Jefferson watched from the doorway as Washington dragged Hamilton away. Maybe he went a little over the top. There were several insults he didn't entirely mean, but it hurt when Hamilton hit him with the war card. It didn't matter though, it's not like Jefferson could ever claim all of his accomplishments as Lafayette's with all the laws he broke doing it. Hamilton couldn't know he was Lafayette, no one could. The best he could do was watch and wait.

God, he was starting to sound like Burr. Where was that little miscreant anyway? Surely he was around here somewhere. Nevermind, Jefferson didn't want to know because as soon as he started wondering, Burr would show up and that's the last thing Jefferson wanted.

"Mr. Jefferson?"

"GODDAMNIT ITS LIKE FUCKING BEETLE JUICE," Jefferson yelled to the sky.

"Sir?"

"Hey Burr, what'd'ya want?"

"Lots of things but none that are really concerning to you right now."

"Jee, thanks. Is there a reason you're here then?"

"No, not really, I just felt the strange urge to appear suddenly just to ruin someone's day. Any idea whose?"

"Not a clue. Try Hamilton."

"Good idea." Burr walked away toward where ever Washington was because everyone knew Hamilton wouldn't be far off.

Hamilton walked back into the room from the opposite direction Burr walked toward. "Oh Washington, you poor soul," Jefferson murmured.

"What?" Hamilton asked.

"Burr went looking for you and went off in Washington's direction."

"Oh shit, I feel bad for the guy."

Jefferson nodded.

"Listen, Jefferson, we need to talk," Hamilton stated suddenly.

"Oh? What about?"

"My financial plan."

"Oh dear God, anything other than that."

Hamilton's first thought to that statement was, okay, let's talk about why I hate you with every fiber of my being but yet can't stop looking at those delectable lips. "Not optional. It's got to be discussed and settled," he said instead. Frankly, Jefferson would have much preferred Hamilton's other idea of conversation.

"Fine. Dinner. You and me, tonight. I'll cook."

"Great. Bring Madison too."

Jefferson inwardly cursed. "Deal."

"And not Macaroni and Cheese."

"Why does everyone think that's the only thing I eat?!?!" Hamilton gave Jefferson a pointed stare. "Fine, not Macaroni then."

"Then it's all settled. Where should I meet you?"

Jefferson walked over to the table, picked up a quill, wrote down his address, and handed it to Hamilton, "Just come to my house, this is the address. We can discuss it there."

"Alright. I'll meet you there."

***

How Jefferson imagined it:

"Hey, Jemmy!" Jefferson called, jogging up to Madison. Madison stopped walking and waited for Jefferson before resuming his pace. "Tonight Hamilton and I are going to try and settle the debt plan argument. You coming?"

"No, I can't," Madison coughed heavily, "I should go home."

"It's probably going to end in a compromise that'll shape the nation. You sure you can't make it."

"I think I can trust you to handle it."

"Okay, get some good rest and feel better. I'll tell you all about it the morning."

Ensue a night with a heavy flirting and possibly a makeout session.

Jefferson knew deep down that probably wouldn't have happened anyway.

How it actually happened, not that anyone else was there to witness it:

"Hey, Jemmy!" Jefferson called, jogging up to Madison. Madison kept walking, muttering to himself about how Congress couldn't make up their fucking minds. Jefferson caught up to him, "Woah, you okay?"

"Fucking Congress and capitals."

"That'll be a no then. Okay. Well, Hamilton and I were going to settle the financial plan over dinner. Are you coming?"

Madison stopped and looked at Jefferson, gears turning in his head. "Maybe we can solve one problem with another and when a victory for the Southerners. In other words-"

"Oh ho?"

"A quid pro quo."

Jefferson thought for a moment, his original ideas going flying out the window, "I suppose."

Madison grinned slightly, "Wouldn't you like to work a little closer to home?" That'll reel Jefferson in, he always had a soft spot for Monticello and Virginia.

"Actually, I would," Jefferson replied.

"Well, I propose the Potomac."

"And you'll provide him his votes?"

"Well, we'll see how it goes."

"Let's go."

***

Jefferson took as sip off his white wine, the tart liquid passing through his lips and down his throat. It was good but he's had better. Hamilton was glaring daggers at him, arms crossed over his chest, he hadn't even touched his food yet.

"Don't you ever stop drinking that god awful wine?" Hamilton snapped.

Jefferson quirked an eyebrow and lowered the glass, "Wine is good for the soul. You should have some more. Not too much, you might actually loosen up a bit and have some fun."

Hamilton's scowl faltered for a moment but he snatched up his glass and took a deep drink as if it were a challenge. Jefferson smirked and stabbed a piece of meat off his plate. "Where were we?" he asked.

"You were letting your ego make you blind," Hamilton replied.

"Ah, yes, and you're trying to sink the nation."

"Yes great, everyone's on the same page again. Can we actually get some thing done now?" Madison asked shortly.

"What do you want?" Hamilton got right to the point.

Jefferson wanted many things but there was one thing he wanted more than anything else. And he was sitting right across from him. "What makes you think I want anything you have to offer?"

"Jesus Christ," Madison said, drinking from his glass.

"Everyone wants something," Hamilton shot back.

And Jefferson was no exception. He leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other and holding his glass delicately in one hand, swirling the light liquid around the glass. "I want your influence."

"What?"

"I want you to sway the Federalist party's vote in Virginia's favor."

"For what exactly?"

"The Capital," Madison answered. "The nation's capital to be on the Potomac."

Hamilton's gaze met Jefferson's as he pondered his options over. His train of thought was interrupted when his eyes fastened on Jefferson's fingers as he sucked on his thumb, using his tongue to clean every bit of food that was stuck to it, delicately running his teeth along his skin and moving on to his next finger.

Jefferson smirked slightly as he watched Hamilton shift uncomfortably in his chair. He cleaned his next finger slower, stretching out every moment he possibly could. Hamilton tried to say something but whatever it was got stuck in his throat. Jefferson plucked up his napkin and wiped his mouth and hands, "Yes, darlin'? You were saying?"

Madison was about done with the both of them. If Jefferson wasn't putting Hamilton off his game, he would snap or leave, but Jefferson doing what he was would be beneficial to them and the compromise, so he let it happen. For now.

Hamilton tore his gaze away from Jefferson and looked at Madison instead. "Fine,  and in return, you'll allow the states to assume the debts."

"Then it's agreed," Madison said, standing from the table, Hamilton was relieved, he could finally leave himself. As he stood, Jefferson did as well, offering his hand to shake, "Je suis heureux d'être enfin d'accord avec vous(I am pleased to finally agree with you)."

"Vous pouvez parler français(You can speak French)?" Hamilton didn't know why he didn't expect it, Jefferson spent several years in France as an ambassador. Maybe he knew Lafayette as well.

"Et je peux faire beaucoup de choses françaises aussi(And I can do a lot of French things too)." Jefferson purred.

Hamilton felt his whole body heat up involuntarily and his face tinged pink as he pulled his hand out of Jefferson's firm grip and shook Madison's as well, bidding him well and hurrying from the house because Jesus-fucking-Christ, he did not know how to deal with whatever was happening to him.

He knew exactly what was happening but he hadn't felt anything like it since Lafayette had him pinned against a wall.

Only this time, there were no words saying it couldn't be.

One problem. Hamilton hated Jefferson.

Right?