General L/n (Thomas Jefferson x reader)

The Letter

I hear the front door slam shut ... He needs to chill . I pay attention to nothing else and go over to Madison's office trying key , after key , after key to find the right one which would unlock his office . After ... too much time , I finally get into Madds' office . Damn . It's so organized - I am officially impressed . I walk over to his desk instantly spotting the letter since it seemed so ... aloof . It definitely matched it's surroundings by being completely parallel to the pile of essays besides it but it was the only thing that wasn't in a neat pile . I would read it here but I will definitely mess something up so I head back to my office making sure to lock Madison's door . Yawning , I sit with my back pressed against the back of my chair , throwing my feet on my desk and my curiosity growing stronger .

Thomas' POV

Dear Lord ! James is so short that I can lose him within moments ! "T-Thomas J-Jefferson ! P-Pleasure meeting you , sir !" Huh ? I look to my right to find where that small high pitched voice came from "W-W-would you mind d-dancing with me , s-s-sir , J-Jefferson ?" A short woman with a French Twist hairstyle and an incredibly intricate purple corset bodice dress was looking up towards me "I-I-I mean if you want to ! I-I-I-If y-you d-don't then t-that's f-fine . Y-Y-You're a busy man a-after all !" I look her up and down with a small smile on my face . Her dress is gorgeous ! "May I ask , who was the genius that tailored your dress , madam ?" I continue observing every little detail until she has officially taken too long to answer so I look directly at her , her face was such a dark shade of red that I could barely distinguish her lipstick from the rest of her . "Uhm heh I-I believe it was a man called Hercules Mil.... n-no t-t-that's not it , Ma-Mu ... "  even though she kept attempting to remember Mulligan's name I instantly knew who she was talking about and my mood dropped . Why does he get to be close to the General and I don't !? Tsk , I unconsciously start tapping my foot "Uhm uhhhmm , s-s-sir uhm a-aa-re y-you okay ? Y-you s-seem uhm a-a-angry " her sentence was filled with voice cracks . Dammit ! I'm not usually like this ! Why did I just do that !? "Oh ! Apologies , sweetheart . My thought wondered else where ~" I make myself one step closer to her , looking straight into her eyes and making my voice deeper just a tad bit "O-o-oh , t-t-that's a-alright then ... heh " Her eyes widened for a second and my effects on her were quite obvious : she was looking away slightly holding her hand in front of a sheepish smile , her other hand was pulling slightly on her dress as if fidgeting with it and I could even feel the warmth emitted form her body . Oh lord , I want to have the same effect on General L/n ~ I feel my eyes haze for a fraction of a second ... but unfortunately shuffling brought my attention back ... How should I escape this predicament ... Looking behind her for any sort of remedy I can't seem to - WASHINGTON ! "Sorry dear , I feel dreadful about having to cut our conversation short but the president is calling me " she looks down obviously disappointed "O-okay , t-that's a-alright " Now I need to go before I lose sight of the president .

Reader's POV

I low key feel bad for opening a letter with such a stunning seal ... but I'm curious . Jefferson was obviously determined to make sure nobody else but General L/n got it . Pft ... Imagine it's some sort of love letter ,  I laugh at my own thoughts and peel the seal off . Ahem ... I begin reading out loud for my own entertainment

"Ma moitié " ... I just spit out my non-existing drink ... GAH ! Deep breaths , deep breaths . I close my eyes and exhale slowly - allowing my mind to pause for a second , but as soon as I breathed in again my mind began to race from explanation to explanation , it doesn't matter if it was far stretched or not I need something ... anything ! Okay ... okay ... it's fine ... no need to freak out about 2 words , HECK , I haven't even checked if this is written to me ! Maybe at the end there will be a lil line saying 'could you please deliver this message to blahblah ' ya know . My legs were weak but definitely not the same way as if being in love ... they were cold as if frozen in fear ... damn , I need a therapist ...