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Alexander Hamilton (unimpeachable) wrote in spinningcompass,

Alexander tilted his head, and leaned onto the table with his elbows. "Sure, but it's one thing talking a big game in 1784, and quite another when the ladies discover I can't even get them undressed," he told her, somehow managing a little joke at his own expense despite the anxiety. God, you had to laugh at yourself sometimes.

It was weird, talking with a real sexual intensity one second, and then back onto children and lost friends the next, but that just seemed to be how Maryanne rolled sometimes. And Alexander was a passionate man, used to allowing himself big feelings, so it made it all a bit of a rollercoaster.

That was interesting though - killed, he wondered morbidly what actually happened if you died in this place. Did you still get to go home, or was that it, game over? He didn't think it wise to verbalise that particular thought. "I'm sorry," he said simply instead.

He gave a soft laugh at the thought of Philip's rebellious phase. "Oh, I think I see it. He's going to resist my lengthy economics and politics lessons, and insist on playing the piano and chasing the ladies instead," he chuckled, and gave a little shrug. "The first is his passion, the second I can hardly be a hypocrite about."

Alexander kept her gaze the whole time, catching the way she looked to his lips, the way she breathed him in, her skin flushing at the very suggestion that they weren't talking about Liberty anymore. Oh. Damn. Maybe he wasn't such a laughable disappointment after all. She hadn't imagined the tone in her own voice, and even though there was a little voice in his head telling him stop, he chose to ignore it. He was a curious man, and when she gave even that little half step of encouragement, he took it as an invitation.

His free hand lifted to brush his fingers lightly against the exposed skin of her neck, moving down towards her collarbone, feeling the flutter of her her pulse under his touch. He was suddenly very aware that, if she let him, he could just untie the coat and she would be near enough naked for him. Not even any complicated bra to worry about any more. "Jealousy, hmm?" he teased softly.