Wanting Something More

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Thomas sat down on his couch next to Aaron. The two were finally at his house to talk about how they were going to bring down Hamilton.

"We only had a battle yesterday, our people need to rest and recover from injuries." James said.

"Hamilton is going to want to battle by next month, we can't sit around doing nothing about it because we have to wait for our people to get better." Thomas included.

"I still don't see why we have to battle at all. The people are hurt, time will only tell if the injuries will heal, and most of all we can't let anyone die from a stupid turf war." Burr rolled his eyes.

Thomas sucked in a breath.

"A turf war? Are you fucking kidding me this is more than a simple turf war Burr, my great grandfather founded this gang to protect others and form a family for those who didn't have one."

"I didn't insult your family Thomas, all I'm saying is that it's ridiculous to make people fight for something that can be resolved easily with a simple talk."

For once Burr actually gave an opinion. Thomas wasn't use to that. Aaron knew he was out of line but it had gone too far.

"Look, have your battle I don't care but a least try and talk to the guy." Thomas mumbled something before checking his phone, seeing a text from John Laurens agreeing to his date. A small smile reached his lips. He typed out something for the young man part of the Hamilton Union.

James raised an eyebrow at the leader. Aaron doing the same. The two look at each other, one shrugging their shoulders while the other gave him a questioning look. A little chuckle left Jefferson's mouth. It was weird to hear that from the Virginian as he was mostly serious and only laughed at clever contrasted jokes.

"Thomas?" Madison said.

"Uh? Yeah I'll try to talk to them but I highly doubt it'll work out since it's Alexander."

His brown eyes didn't leave his phone for a second.

I'm going to throw fries at you while you eat

That's not fair, I'll try and catch them in my mouth instead

That'll be cute but after we have to steal a can of whip cream

Why

To eat as much whip cream as we want duhhh

I'd rather just put some on your nose and throw fries at you trying to make the fry stay on the whip cream

That sounds like a very messy but fun game

Or I could always lick it off you

John blushed at that last text.

That would be nice

Alex groaned again, John not noticing as his eyes were still on his phone. It irritated the New Yorker as he was trying to describe numerous ways to take down the Jeffersons in less than an hour.

"John?" Hercules said. The freckled man looked up giving a sorry smile.

"Sorry Alex," he cleared his throat, it was unnaturally high because of Thomas, "Continue."

Hamilton mumbled out a quick thank you before returning to his papers. They sat in the living room, the leader was standing in front while the other three sat on the couch. The Frenchman made good points as to where the battle should be and when. Hercules offered ways to drive the police away and get away with this act of violence, all the while John stared into the nothingness, thinking about what would it be like to have Thomas lick the whip cream off his nose.