#I feel like the weekly chapter pacing is kind of unsatisfying but when some more chapters are out it’ll get its footing

[obstinaterixatrix]

reading a bl where the mc is an office worker who, years ago, had an awkward drunken failed hookup with a junior in the army, and now the junior is now some kind of ceo at a company that his company has to work with. the mc is gay and mega in the closet and made up a wife for his cover story, and the li is convinced that 1) mc is sleeping with men to advance his career (not true, li misunderstood a call about golfing); 2) mc’s poor wife is being sidelined (lol) (his mom was The Other Woman so this makes him Really Mad). anyway li is definitely going to start playing some stupid and unnecessary one-sided psychosexual mind games against mc and also himself, I hope he eats shit

[thecleverdame]

Gods of Twilight - 24

Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Human!Reader

Master List

Summary: You marry Sam, The King of Lebanon, as part of an alliance between two lands. You soon discover that nothing is as it appears and that your husband is hiding a secret that may end your relationship before it can begin.

Warnings: smut, dub-con, canon-level violence, domestic discipline, spanking. 

Beta:  @ilikaicalie​

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You don’t need to open your eyes to experience Sam, you’re connected in a way that’s hard to put into words. His energy vibrates through you like a lightning strike.

“Harder,” you pant against his open mouth. Bringing your knees up as far as you can you squeeze against his ribs.

He grunts, burying his face in your neck and thrusting with such force that you both move up the bed with each stroke. Ever since you woke up two weeks ago you’ve been insatiable. Every morning, every night, even some afternoons you find yourself coiled in a ball of desire. And Sam has been all too happy to ensure your satisfaction. He’s done little other than bed you for a fortnight.

One of his hands cups your backside, holding you in place as he strokes tip to base with every slide of his hips.

“I want another child,” you moan, urging him on. Both of you spurred on at the very notion of his seed taking root in your belly.

Every waking moment you’re not with Sam, you’re with your daughter. She’s a beautiful, perfect little girl who you felt an instant connection with. While you’re sad to have missed the first year of her life, you’re grateful to watch her grow into the precocious little woman that is already emerging.

He grinds forward, smiling against your mouth. “I’ll give you anything you want.”

-

You climb hundreds of stairs to the tallest part of the castle. From here you can see the entirety of the city below. With your enhanced senses comes a daily barrage of new sights and sounds, but up here it’s muted. The constant chatter and smell of everyone around you fades away and you’re able to relax. Sam has assured you that it will get better with time. You’ll learn how to block out the chaos swirling around, but right now you have to remove yourself to find peace.

For a long time, the whipping wind is your only companion. Closing your eyes you think about your daughter and husband, how different life is now. You miss Golda terribly. News of her death broke your heart and you wish you could have been with her in her final days. You can only imagine how scared she must have been, falling ill and knowing she wasn’t going to survive. You’ve made the journey to her grave weekly and keep her in your thoughts throughout each day. She was a friend you could have shared this secret with, a person to confide in. Phillip tries to be a companion and confidant, but it’s not the same. A man doesn’t understand the nuances your position requires.

Sam is on a hunt. He’s been gone for two nights but will return by morning at the latest. You miss him terribly, the draw to always be close only gotten stronger as you grow into this new version of yourself. You find that in many ways you are stronger, bolder, more confident. But when it comes to your husband, you’re weak. You long to be in his arms, to smell and touch him every waking moment of the day.

He’s all you think about...well, he’s the only person you admit to yourself.

Dean is an ever-present desire and you hate yourself for it. While he’s stayed far away, it hasn't curbed your hunger for him. Your husband’s brother is in your dreams. His smell lingers. You can walk into a room hours after he’s left and still smell his scent, feel it wrap around you.

Sam’s promised to claim you during his rut and it can’t come soon enough. Only a day or two now and you’ll be free of these unwanted desires and bonded for eternity to the man you love.

You smell her first, then your ears hone in on the sound of feet lightly walking over stone.

“Good evening, my queen,” Ruby greets you with a half bow.

“Good evening.” You return, watching her slink closer. She trails a finger down the rampart, studying you.

“They will return soon.” She stands beside you, crossing her arms over her chest. She’s beautiful, there’s no denying that. “Benjamin rode ahead. They’re only a few hours out and coming home with plenty of deer and pheasant.”

“A successful hunt.” You sneak a sideways glance. “I will feel more settled to have my husband home.”

“I’m sure.” She tucks her hair behind both ears, watching the horizon. Both her hands rub over her swollen stomach. It’s hard for you to imagine this devious little woman as a mother.  “How are you feeling?” she asks.

“Fine,” you nod. She has checked on you several times since you changed. You want to trust her as much as Sam does. You have faith in his judgment but the Omega in you won’t allow it. She’s competition and you'll never be able to see her any other way. “And you?”

“I always land on my feet.” She smiles to herself, turning to look at you. “The change is horrible, but it’s good to have a queen who understands us. What we are. The pack will always be loyal to the King’s Omega. You’re one of us now.”

“Tell me, Ruby. Will I have your loyalty and devotion?”

“You’ve had it for a long time, well before you became a wolf.” She chuckles dryly, “I tried to save your life. And I would do the same again.”

“Do you mean that?” You watch her watch you, lost in a momentary battle, eyes locked on each other.

“Yes.” She looks away, pressing her lips together. “I’m not sure I will ever have affection for you but I will always be loyal.”

“That’s something I suppose.” You look back out to the city, fighting with yourself.

Should you ask? Would she tell you? You don’t want to think that Sam would lie to you but he’s been avoiding your questions. He did admit to spending his rut with an Omega, a woman from a pack you’ve never met. You accepted this by doing your best not to think about it. He was doing everything he could for you during this last year. As king, but more importantly, a father, he couldn’t risk his life going unsatisfied.

But something about his story doesn’t ring true.

“I’m going to ask you a question and I expect you to be honest with me.” You command.

“I shall.” She’s interested, moving closer.

You look behind you to ensure the two of you are alone.

“I was gone for a year. During that time my husband went through his rut.” You swallow, pushing for the answer. “Did he spend it with you?”

She’s still and quiet. The ever-present self-satisfied smirk is gone as she looks down at the ground.

“Did you ask him?” she asks.

“I did.” You’re already annoyed, answering your question with a question in return. “He told me a tale of an Omega from the southern border.”

“You don’t believe him?”

“I asked you a question.” You hiss, eyes dropping to her stomach.

She stares at you, taking a step back.

“He loves you. His devotion to you is unmatched. He will kill me if I tell you. The man you know is gentle, but the Alpha I know is ruthless. He will kill me to protect his marriage, to be with you.”

Your heart falls out the bottom of your stomach, eyes fluttering closed as you nearly fall over. Bracing yourself on the stone you take a breath to steady yourself.  

“And your child?” You can’t look at her, awaiting an answer that never comes.

“He only wanted you. It’s always been about you. Everything he does is to keep you close to him.”

“He lied to me.” Tears prick your eyes.

“After everything that happened, can you blame him?” She looks as sad as you feel. Two women who’ve both been used to satisfy your husband’s needs.“You died. No one thought you would survive the year and yet here you are. You’ve been through more than any woman could handle. He didn’t want to hurt you.”

“And look at me now.” Wiping a cheek with your hand you stare at her pregnant belly. At your husband's child.

“Don’t take this out on him, I beg you.” She reaches out taking your hand. You hiss, pulling away from her in disgust.

“Don’t touch me.”

“He did what he had to do to be ready when you recovered. No one could expect him to tell you, not after everything that happened. After what you did to Golda. It would have been too much to-”

“What did you just say?” You reach out, taking the sleeve of her dress. “You said what I did to Golda.”

She gulps, eyes widening.

“I shouldn’t have said it. He will kill me!”

“Stop it. I won’t tell him who revealed these things. Tell me!”

“You..you were feral. Hungry. She found you locked up in the south tower and didn’t understand why you were there. When she came into your room you...you killed her. Ate her heart.”

“You’re lying!” You shout, shoving her backward. How can this be? You killed sweet Golda and Sam lied to you a second time. What else could he be keeping from you?

“I’m sorry.” She calls after you as you retreat back into the castle.

-

While you’ve always known there were aspects of Sam that he kept to himself, it never occurred to you that he might not be the man you thought him to be.

But he does have a history of this. He lied to get you here, to arrange your marriage. He’s been deceitful from the beginning. And Ruby was so afraid that he would kill her and her child. What kind of man would slaughter his own baby?

You can’t think, you have to collect yourself. Reeling with confusion and fear you pour yourself a glass of wine and drink it down, before preparing a second.

What sort of man have you been living with? It’s as if you hardly know him.

Your rational mind takes over. You need to confront him. Bringing up Ruby is out of the question. She trusted you enough to tell you the truth and in return, you will protect her anonymity. But there were others who knew about Golda, plenty of conspirators. If you validate that, you will know that Ruby is in fact truthful.

-

You can scarcely control yourself, pacing back and forth across your bedchambers while you wait on Sam’s return. This is not the time for subtlety.

He opens the door, grinning at the sight of you and untying his cloak.

“Three nights felt like three years,” he says sweetly. “Come here and let me see you.”

“I would like to stay where I am.” You remain by the fire.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“I need to talk to you. It’s of great importance.”

“Anything.” His face drops as you stare at him, refusing to move closer.

“You must not lie to me. I will know if you do,” you warn.

“What would you like to ask?” His eyes narrow, realizing the gravity of the situation.

“Did I kill Golda?”

“Y/N…” his face falls. He steps toward you with a hand extended and you retreat in tandem.

“Did I rip her heart from her chest?”

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he admits, shoulders falling.

“Every time you’ve ever lied to me, you’ve hurt me.” You look at him in disbelief. “What else have you lied to me about?”

“We should talk about-”

“I cannot bring myself to so much as look at you right now. You’ve betrayed me” You feel caged. This powerful new energy is throbbing inside you, making you want to lash out. You need to get away before you attack him.

“Where are you going?” Sam asks, reaching out as you skirt past him.

“I need time.”

“Please. Stay and we can talk about everything. I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

“I’m afraid I already know it all,” you squeak, holding back tears until you’re out of the room and running down the hall. Phillip tries to follow you but you’re too fast. You know the castle well now. You take several quick turns and push open a secret door, slipping down a hidden hallway that leads to the servants quarters.

You run. You run as fast and as far as your legs will carry you. Feet hitting the ground, muscles spurring you onward. Even in human form, you’re faster than any human should be sprinting down dark halls and out into the gardens.  

In the seclusion of the tall grass and blooming nocturnal flowers, you fall to your knees and cry out as grief racks your body. Only hours ago life held so much promise and now you’re a murderer. A murderer whose husband has impregnated the woman you despise above all others. And to top it off, your own husband has been untruthful, keeping terrible secrets.

With your head in your hands you sob, grieving for the life you thought you had. And just when the pain is at its worst a voice comes from behind you.

“What’s happened?” Dean asks, eyes shining in the dark.

[amlugnis]

Smile More

A roleplay between a friend of mine and I via email. She was playing Burr, myself as F!Lafayette (as usual). A little side note though: F!Laf is referred to as Marie because Panther is not going to change Gilbert’s name if there’s already ‘Marie’ in Laffy Taffy’s name. 

These are actual responses, I did not bother changing anything.

Tagging @pinkmagic24 @jogn-laurens @puffballsushi @tisjustmeh @werewolfcries because I think you guys would enjoy it.

Shipping: Burrette (BurrxLafayette)

Summary: Love doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints. 

Chapter Summary: Burr contemplates life, Marie helps him see what needs to be seen. They bond with their rum and tonic.

Chapter One: He Waits For It; She Fights For It

"Life doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints; it takes, and it takes, and it takes.." Aaron sighed, holding his forehead in his hand as he sat at the empty table in the tavern. He twirled his drink as he stared aimlessly at the ice cubes that swirled as he did so. The man was never one to dwell on things, or to drink his emotions. However, one could say today was the straw to break the camels back. Lieutenant Colonel Burr— what was the use of that title when the damn immigrant from no where could come up just as easily and take the seat of Washington's right hand man? He could come from no where and at an unbelievable pace become a phenomenon. But of course, he still wanted to fight. And now he was engaged to a Schuyler sister?  God, thing Aaron would do to be in Alexander's shoes. How was it that he worked so hard, sacrificed so much, just to watch others around him reap more rewards than he did without sowing nearly as many? It was discouraging, to say the very least. "We keep living anyway," he muttered bitterly, sipping the tonic with a twisted face. It was true, though he faced many hardships, life went on as if he hadn't. "We rise, and we fall, and we break, and we make our mistakes." He exhaled as he sat his drink down. He worked hard for everything he ever wanted, and didn't get nearly any of it. He furrowed his brow as he glanced around the bar, "And if there's a reason I'm still alive, when when so many have died," he laid his head down after being left unsatisfied by his observations, "I'm willing to wait for it..." He muttered into his sleeve. He didn't have a choice but to wait for it, rather.

The French entered the tavern, tossing a few coins by the bar, ordering her usual mug of rum. It was a weekly thing she does. She sat there, elbow on the surface. She scanned her surroundings, taking note how there were less customers tonight. She hummed in thought, eyebrow arched. She turned a small thud of a mug touching the bar. The woman took it gratefully and drank a bit. She spotted a familiar figure. Aaron Burr. She was not as close to him as Laurens or Mulligan but still, he could use a company, she thought. So the French woman stood and placed her mug down on the table where the American was and seated herself in front of him. "Well, someone could use a little smile." She said as an attempt to ease him up. "Are you all right, mon ami?"

Aaron didn't immediately look up; it took a few moments for him to even really register the Frenchwoman had said anything to him. He shifted his head slightly to be able to glance up at her, "Smile more," he mumbled, shaking his was at his own ill-used advice. He gave a forced, halfhearted smile, "Rough day, is all." He said softly, lifting his head up to give her a bit more of his attention. Rough day, more like a rough few months. But he wasn't lying, the day was rough. He supposed the company would be nice, it wasn't something he had been offered in a while. It was always, Alexander this and Hamilton that. He wasn't used to having such bitter feelings towards someone, and the alcohol only amplified the unusual sensation and clouded his normal morals. He sipped from his drink, setting it down.

Marie tilted her head as she examined the man before her. She returned his smile with her wider and brighter one. She had always been such a grinning sun. She could say it was her holy grail to her youthful look. "Aww, I'm sorry to hear, monsieur. I suppose I could sympathize, the men are at it again." It had always been a daily thing with Lafayette, men catcalling her or perhaps belittling her because of her gender. There were days where she neglected them, tuning them all out. But there were also days they just hit her hard. Not literally however, they would have broken noses and bruises if they do. "It's quite a rough day for myself. Would you like to talk about it, mon ami?"

The men always did treat her like she was less, but that was the times they lived in. Aaron hated that; as much as he loved the ladies, and no matter how much, he despised the inequality between the two. But these ideals were far ahead of their time, unfortunately. "I suppose, there isn't quite much too it though, besides the Hamilton Band Wagon. Don't take me the wrong way, I'm happy for Alexander. But the level of success he's achieving is putting little achievements like my own to shame." He exhaled, glancing to the side. Aaron knew the other was a good friend of Alexander; he couldn't speak too illy of him in front of her. It would be disrespectful— and at the very least he could still keep sight of that moral, if nothing else.

Lafayette listened to Aaron, her attention towards him was undivided. Her smile was there but only lessened but regardless, still there, intact. She understood him quite clearly. She took one sip of her rum and replied a second after. "You know, Monsieur Burr, I initially joined the revolution for glory. A way to prove my parents-- may they rest in peace," she said with a hand on her chest. "That I could bring honour to the Lafayette name while I still could. But ever since I befriended you and along many others here, my reason to fight had much more meaning. To aid my friends whom I now call my family." She said, "All these achievements of yours are less but count your blessings."

Aaron listened, eyes focused on her. She had a fair point; it brought up his own morals. He never was in the war for glory; he was there to fight for freedom. He was fighting for a better life for his next to kin. And the fact that he lost sight of that made him frown slightly. "You're right, I suppose I'm being a bit selfish." He sighed softly, killing off the last of his drink, turning the glass upside down. He glanced to the side, "It's hard to get lost in things that don't matter; I guess I lost sight of the important things." He added on, looking up at the ceiling. He had his own parents to make proud, but he still couldn't forget what was important in the moment. 

Lafayette drank more from her mug before placing it down, only half empty. She tucked a strayed hair strand behind her ear as she spoke, "Everyone forgets, Monsieur Burr. That is one of the reasons of many why we need friends and family in our lives. Some have friends as family, others family as friends, most have both." Marie said with a small raise of her shoulder. "Besides," she continued as her little smile shone again. "You will get something in the end, just lower your expectations."

"I think I forget more than I should.." He mumbled, stretching slightly as he looked back to her. He considered her advice, but once more his envious mind drifted to Alexander. He never had to lower his expectations. He put his mind to something, then it happened. He detested it. He rapped his fingers against the table, looking at Marie, "You’re a wise woman; a true revolutionist." He complimented her words. She was, like many idealistic women, far ahead of her time. And he respected that fact.

Lafayette smiled with a hint of pride within her eyes. "I have plenty of silent moments and I usually meditate about my decisions or I'd do self reflecting. I too think like you, Monsieur Burr." She said. "But every now and then, stop and think." Marie finished her mug, wiping her lips with her sleeve. She would wipe her lips with her handkerchief if she had one or if her mother was around.

Aaron's smiled twitched into a more genuine one, rather than the one he had previously forced upon himself. "I guess that's a problem with men, we don't think enough." He jested with a gentle sigh, leaning back in his chair. He didn't mean this just to appeal to the other, he always was fascinated in how women could think through problems.

Marie's smile increased when she saw Aaron's. "I think I know why you gave Monsieur Hamilton your advice, look at your smile! So lovely to look at, you too should smile more!" She complimented and it was genuine as his smile. She did indeed like his smile.

Aaron gave a chuckle, shrugging as he observed her own smile. Yes, if only Alexander would ever actually USE his advice. That along with the kind words from the Frenchwoman in front of her made his smile widen slightly, "You're too kind; I could say the same to you, Ms. Lafayette." He complimented her with a courteous nod. 

She let out a giggle, "Merci beaucoup, mon ami!" She replied, "Please, call me Marie." She said, leaning back to her chair, foot on the chair. 

Another nod from him, "Alright, Marie," he repeated back her name, getting comfortable in his own chair. He crossed one leg over the other, letting his head fall back momentarily,  "I have to ask what brings a lady like yourself to a scruffy tavern like this? Please don't think me ignorant, though. I've seen you on the field and certainly respect you." He leaned forward a bit, genuine interest clear in his expression, "it just peaks my curiosity when they're are much finer places to be." 

"This is the tavern where I've first met Monsieurs Mulligan and Laurens." She said, looking around the environment. "I don't think of you as ignorant," She smiled again. "Coming here just eases my head and the rum here tastes better than most taverns." She said. "I've had enough fine things in my life anyway."

Right, that made sense. Sentimental value. Plus, he nearly forgot her lifestyle back in France; she was probably sick of luxury. The fun fact about rum did surprise him, even if only slightly. He wasn't a huge rum drinker; he'd always detested the burn it left. He much rather liked the different kind of burn gin tonics left. "I suppose that's a fair point, but I've seen how some of the men eye you when you walk in. Surely you can handle yourself, but I can't help but say it makes me sick." He spoke, glancing around for a moment, "All the same I also can't help but feel sorry for the pour soul who tries something; I'd have to speak at their funeral." He jested, turning his attention back to her.

Lafayette glanced at the men whom were staring, now their backs towards the two. Marie could not help but laugh at his joke, completely amused. "They only see and look but they cannot touch." Her voice was raised, meant for the men to hear as well. Marie was used to it, the staring. She was often stared at just as much back in France. But she honestly never looked for a night with a man and another night with another man. She kept herself untouched until marriage for her husband. The one whom would take care of her as she would take care of him. One whom would love her but understand her, whom would respect her. She had found an admirer whom fit all these; Adrien Françoise de Noailles. She was just thinking about whether accepting or rejecting his proposal. She might agree. 

"It shocks me how they have the guys to look; I don't think they know how dangerous you truly are. I think they'd rethink if they saw some of the battles you fought in; flee or their lives." Another chuckle, then Aaron sighed. He had a love of his own, unlawful and certainly an act of treason. But, that didn't stop him from writing and receiving her letters. Perhaps one day he too would work up the courage to steal his Theodosia  away from the British soldier who so greedily swept her up before Aaron could. But until that day, well; Burr was lying in wait. 

Lafayette rolled her eyes at the men whom choked on their rum. "I could never find a decent man but one." She thought aloud. Marie turned back to Aaron with a smile, "Tell me, Monsieur, do you have a special someone to wait for you? Family? Wife?" She tilted her head, some of her stray locks swaying along. "You cannot be alone forever, can you? No one is meant to walk the path of life alone."

A family, certainly not. Not anymore. His parents were gone; only the memory left to keep him company. "A woman whose far beyond my reach." He answered with a half hearted smile and a lazy sigh. Certainly, there was more to it than that; Theodosia wasn't just a woman. She was the woman; the one of his dreams. Beauty, grace, intelligence— perfection. But all he was to her as of the moment was a bed warmer, despite his longing for something more. "And unfortunately, I'll never have the blessing of being with her permanently." He added.

"I am sorry to hear," There was a frown before it was reformed to a reassuring smile. "She is lucky to have a man like you. She should know." Marie said. "I've only one waiting for me in France but if I reject his proposal, I would have no one there. But," she did not want pity so she decided to take the optimistic road. "I might marry him when I return."

"Ah, believe me, I'd make her mine if I could. But I have a problem with commitment; rather I say I have a problem finding women who /aren't/ committed." He replied slyly, before his own smile faded slightly. As nice as it felt to jest about the matter, it did little to help how he felt. "I'm sure he'll find himself a lucky man if you do so choose to make him one. Your an attractive woman; and beauty truly is power." He said as he stretched his crossed leg that was now falling asleep, exchanging it for his other leg to mirror it.

Lafayette observed Aaron with an expression that seemed to be akin to confusion but then it melted to realization minutes after. "Oh!" She understood before clearing her throat. "I see. Well, I hope your love for her shall be realised and thus I wish for your love to never extinguish its fire." She replied with a smile before snorting at the last statement of his. "Beauty is not power. Strength, intelligence and wisdom are power. I am more than just a face and body."

"Of course, I certainly didn't mean that by it; but in this day and age, having just those three qualities as woman doesn't get you far." He said, a glance to the men, "Beauty being added to it, however, gives you voice over the other gender as well. Because, sadly, that's all you'll find—aside from financials— they're interested in." He let his smile return as he concluded his statement, eyes returning to Marie.

"Ha! If they think they could make me swoon to get a title and money, let them be my guest. I may be a carefree lady, as you know but you should also know I could become a lion--" There was a man approaching Marie, a hand then was on her shoulder. She scowled as the stranger spoke, "I cannot help but overhear you and your friend. He's right, you've got the beauty any man would want for their wife."

After being sure his focus was on Marie, Aaron mouthed 'make him eat his words' to the Frenchwoman. He'd intervene if the lady couldn't handle it; he had honor after all. But she was no damsel, however, and he respected that much. No matter how much shame the man brought to his own gender, and no matter how much he longed to land his fist against his nose, he'd give Marie a shot to make her own mark on the other first.

Lafayette smirked at Burr before turned to the man, replying in a coy and innocent voice. He made one wrong move again and her fist flew towards his nose. He was taken aback, he screamed. "Go to hell, you bitch!" The Frenchwoman only laughed, "I'll see you there then!" And he left to cure his possibly broken nose. She honestly did not care and sat back down, her smile returning. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

Aaron watched the whole scene, joining the fellow patrons in an immature "ooohhh" when the punch made contact. "Pro tip for you all; don't mess with the immigrants— especially the ladies." Aaron added as he left, and it awarded a few laughs throughout the tavern. Soon after, the others returned to their drinks, and Aaron's gaze returned to Marie. "He couldn't handle a real woman if he tried." Burr laughed, shaking his head. He'd hate to be the one leaving the tavern with a broken nose and broken pride.

Lafayette laughed, "Well I just hope he won't come bother me again. It felt good to punch his nose and ego, lets out some steam I had." She said before turning to the bartender, "One more mug of rum, please, and whatever my friend is having!" She smiled back to Burr, "On me, mon ami."

"You're too kind." He grinned, raising up his empty glass to show the bartender he would have a gin tonic. "But, it looked enjoyable; the crack that came from his nose, though— do you think that was his nose or pride shattering?" His tone was satirically curious, and he smiled.

"I like to think I damaged his pride most." She chuckled. "It's rare to have a woman swinging a fist at a man after all, oui?" She drummed her fingers against the wooden table until their drinks were served in which Marie tossed a few coins into the bartender's hand with a sweet 'merci'.

"Rare, but far more powerful." He smiled as he took a drink, closing his eyes momentarily as he savored the familiar burn that came from the gin. Then, he sat the glass down. "If only more women were as ready to take action as you were." He added as he leaned back in his chair a bit.

"Soon, they'll be. Just you wait." She smiled before taking a long sip of her rum. "You're quite a company, I'm surprised I have not been able to speak with you alone since we first met!" She laughed. "I like having you around, mon ami."

"I don't speak often; speaking can get you killed to easily. And death is an easy mans way out." He tended himself to another sip, propping his legs up on the chair next to him. "But I'm certainly glad my company is welcomed; I could say the same for you." He grinned, setting his glass down once more.

"I just wonder why we have not-- how you say-- hit it off right away." She chuckled, sipping her rum. "We click so well like clockwork, oui?" She placed her mug down, her hands clasping together.

He nearly spat his drink, laughing a bit as he coughed a little, "It comes a long with being a friend of Alexander; it's easy to get distracted and not realize." He explained his humorous theory, "But, I think the main reason would be revolution. A bit stressful to focus on."

Marie looked concerned when he almost spat the drink on her. Then she chuckled, "Oui, I agree. I never expected to have lifelong friends here in America. It's so much more than I wanted and I am content. I'll miss everyone when I leave for France again."

Aaron regained himself, letting out a sigh. He'd almost forgotten that she would have to leave and return to France after all was said and done. "I can assure you, Marie, that you will be missed as well. I don't think anyone planned the friendship we share, but I don't think anyone would trade it for anything." Aaron was never good with speaking, that was always Alexander's strong suite. But, he he took his half empty glass and raised it a bit, "But may we never have to truly say goodbye." He said this with a smile.

When she listened to Aaron, her heart melted at his kind words. It saddened her a little that they only had tonight to bond closer than before. She should have approached him before when she had the chance. Marie smiled a little, raising her own mug. "Never say goodbye." She said.

He smiled a bit wider, and tipped back his glass, quickly killing off what remained of the drink. He too wished he'd talked to her sooner; the war was ending and so was their time together. He sat his glass down upside down with a soft lazy sigh.

The woman drank the last drop of her rum before placing it down. Then Marie massaged her head, feeling some sort of headache. "Oi," she muttered. "I think I should go home, Monsieur." She said, attempting to smile a little as an act of reassurance. 

Aaron gave a nod, "I should be as well, I have a feeling these drinks will be hitting me come morning." He gave a soft chuckle. Truth be told, he couldn't handle hangovers well. "I'm sure you can handle whatever comes your way, but I wouldn't be a gentleman if I didn't offer to walk you home." He offered her.

"You know, Monsieur Burr, I normally do not accept those," she said honestly. "But today is an exception." She chuckled before standing up and offered her hand as if she were the gentleman. "Shall we?" She asked her goofy grin.

He gave a nod, standing up and stretching s little bit. He respectfully took her hand, being gentle as he did so. "I'm honored to be that exception, Marie." He said with a smile. "Lead the way." He added kindly.

People often think Marie's hands are soft and smooth. They were until she was the one gripping you. They were akin to iron cuffs. She chuckled, taking Burr out of the tavern. "Come along, mon ami!" she cried gleefully.

The grip half shocked him; she was a strong woman and he should had expected that much. Aaron's own hands weren't the most delicate, they had calluses and were a bit on the larger side. "I'm right behind you." He said with a laugh at her enthusiasm.

She ceased her steps, slowing down into her normal walking pace when they were below the stars. Marie looked up with a smile, "It's beautiful tonight. The moon is awake, the stars are beside her. No clouds to hide her away." Then she turned to Burr, "Did Monsieur Hamilton invite you to his wedding?"

He let his gaze wander up as well, observing the night sky. It was beautiful as she described; the night sky was something he never really appreciated. He never had the time to. He let his gaze drift to her, observing her engaged and serene features, and he caught himself smiling even more. It wasn't until she asked the question that he refocused himself, "Oh, yeah. He did invite me, though I'm not sure I'll be able to attend." He replied with a gentle shrug. He let his gaze wander up as well, observing the night sky. It was beautiful as she described; the night sky was something he never really appreciated. He never had the time to. He let his gaze drift to her, observing her engaged and serene features, and he caught himself smiling even more. It wasn't until she asked the question that he refocused himself, "Oh, yeah. He did invite me, though I'm not sure I'll be able to attend." He replied with a gentle shrug.

The moon caressed her face and gave her a soft glow. Gentle and elegant. Her smile made the glow even more radiant phosphorescence. Lafayette turned back to Aaron, frowning slightly. It reduced her beauty. "Pity, I was going to look forward seeing you there. Monsieurs Mulligan and Laurens, I'm certain, would be too busy. I'd be trying not to keep them from being too intoxicated." She had a little laugh but it was not so genuine as her previous laughter.

"You'll find I won't be missed, I'm not a huge party goer." He said with a sigh, watching her features dim. He hadn't meant to disappoint, he simply had a rather.. Promiscuous reputation that people weren't fond of. "Though I could stop by.. I think it may be rude not to congratulate Alexander." He added in hopes of reviving that luminous look she had previously.

Her face did light up. She smiled once again. "Well I hope I'll see you, Monsieur Burr. Ah!" She stopped by a door. "This is mine."

He smiled at her and let her hand go, though the process was slow. He watched her and let out a sigh, "Well, I hope we have another night like this someday. It was lovely."

Marie was already entering the small household when he spoke. She turned her head, her lips curling to a gentle smile. "I'd like that. Au revoir, mon ami." She said before closing the door.

He stood a moment after the door closed, sighing softly before he turned to leave. As nice as the evening was, he didn't count on his hopes. Aaron was far from a close friend to her; she had many more friends to spend time with. He took an inhale of the night air, thinking of Theodosia, and the night he had with Marie. "You and committed women.." He chuckled dryly with a shake of his head, and began to make his way of his own home.