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Dancing Queen (Historical Lams)

*This literally came to me last night. So, enjoy this fluffy oneshot after all the angst I have written! Feel free to send in Lams oneshot prompts/requests! They’re always welcomed!* 

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Lieutenant Colonel John Laurens and Alexander Hamilton sits at the rectangular wooden table along with their close friends and aide-de-camps: Richard Kidder Meade, Tench Tilghman, Robert Hanson Harrison, and John Fitzgerald. Hamilton and Laurens sit beside each other, closer than usual. It’s a quiet, peaceful evening with their friends chatting around them quietly as they work, birds chirping outside, some horses whinning, white-feathered quills scratching agaisnt the parchment sprawled out in front of them. Candles flickering. 

Hamilton bites his lip as he fights back a smirk as he sneaks a glance at his beloved Laurens. He sighs dreamily and feeling bold,stops his writing and rests his freckled cheek in his palm, gazing up at his Laurens dreamily. Laurens hunches over in his seat as the others, his brows furrowed together and his rich sky-blue eyes are narrowed with deep concentration. Hamilton notices a crease forms in his forehead underneath the honey-blonde bangs that dangle in front of his eyes. His honey-colored hair pulled back in a braided ponytail draped over his neck, secured tightly with the traditional dark blue ribbon. He wears only his long-sleeved white, ruffled shirt and breeches and his boots. His Continental blue coat draped over the back of his chair. 

Laurens shifts his eyes over towards Hamilton’s when he feels as though he’s being watched. Laurens raises an eyebrow, a smirk on his face when he sees Hamilton  gazing up at him. Laurens winks once before going back to his work. Hamilton pinches his lips together tightly, his dark blue eyes, that has a light shade of violet, grow wide as a deep hue of red, red as his hair, dusts across his cheeks as he whips his head back towards his work. 

“Bonjoure, mon amies!” the Marquis de Lafayette bellows, bursting into the aide-de-camp office with his arms open wide and a beaming smile on his face. 

Hamilton gasps with relief and excitment as he shoots upright from his chair and rushes over towards his old friend, barrelling right into him, Lafayette chuckles as he stumbles backwards a little but thankfully catches hold of the doorframe to catch his balance. 

“Marquis!” Hamilton gasps as he pulls apart from their embrace. Lafayette smiles wide, pats Hamilton on the shoulder once before greeting him properly with the traditional faire la baise. “It’s so good to see you again! Back and safely returned to us once more!” 

“Ah, petit lion,” Lafayette says. “It’s so good to see again as well! How do you fare?” 

Hamilton shrugs. “I am well. Thank you. Please! Please! Come in! There should be enough room at the table for you!” 

Hamilton pushes Lafayette inside the office eagerly while Lafayette merely chuckles, rolling his eyes affectionately as he sits himself down. Lafayette laughs and nods as he greets each of his old friends. He freezes when his eyes land on Laurens and smiles wide. 

“Ah! Monsuire Laurens!” Lafayette says, embracing Laurens tightly. 

“Marquis,” Laurens says, tipping his head slightly. Hamilton stands daringly close beside him, smiling wide up at the two. “It’s so good to see you again.” Laurens clenches his fists to fight back the urge to wrap an arm around Hamilton. 

“You as well,” the Marquis says. 

“Lafayette...” says a voice. A voice that is calm and steady yet terse at the same time. 

All heads turn to face General Washington walking down the steps and into the office with a warm, gentle smile on his face. A rare sight. Lafayette smiles respectfully and bows with his arms stiff at his side. Washington bows as well before greeting each other with the faire la baise. 

“It’s good to have you back,” Washington says, patting Lafayette’s shoulder.

“It’s good to be back, mon General,” Lafayette says, embracing Washington once more. 

“Gentleman,” Washington says, turning to face the other aides among them. 

The aides all come to attention: backs stiff and straight, eyes transfixed on the General, jaws clenched, arms stiff at their sides. General Washington walks around the table towards the head of the table and rests his hands upon it. 

“I have recieved a letter from uh...a Miss Potts I believe her name was...and she invitied us tonight to uh...to...” 

“To what, Your Exellency?” Tilghman questions. 

“Well, in shorter terms, to have an evening ball.”

Hamilton and Laurens both glance at each other before back at the General. 

“Tonight?” Laurens says, raising an eyebrow. 

Washington nods. “Yes. We are to leave momentarily.” 

Hamilton and Laurens gapes at the General as he sits himself down to return a reply to Miss Potts. 

~~~ 

Night comes quicker than any of them could expect. It’s almost pitch-black, but not nearly. Hamilton sits on their bed in their shared room, fidgeting with the cuffs of his sleeve, biting his lower lip as his leg bounces up and down. Laurens frowns in the mirror’s reflection as he adjusts his cravat and glances at him over his shoulder. 

“Are you alright, my dear boy?” Laurens asks. 

Hamilton swallows. “I uh...I guess you could say...I am a little nervous...” 

“Nervous?” Laurens inquires, tilting his head as he reaches for his blue Continental coat, sliding his arms through the sleeves. “About what?” 

Hamilton swallows again as he nervously stands up and stands in front of Laurens, smoothing out any wrinkles in his uniform. Hamilton grins as he glances up at Laurens. 

“Ah, well...I am not that great of a dancer and uh...well...what...what would I do if I should make a full of myself?” Hamilton says. 

Laurens chuckles as he leans down to peck Hamilton’s lips, nudging his nose agaisnt Hamilton’s. “You will not.” 

“I won’t?” 

Laurens shakes his head. “No. You shall not. I will not let you.” 

Hamilton giggles, rolling his eyes as he leans agaisnt Laurens, closing his eyes as he listens to Laurens’s heartbeat. Laurens smiles fondly before pressing a kiss to Hamilton’s russet curls.

“Oh, Jack...always being the hero...”‘ Hamilton chuckles. 

Laurens hums as he presses his lips to Hamilton’s, wrapping his arms around his waist and just holding him, his cheek on Hamilton’s head. Laurens smiles to himself as he envisoins his Hamilton in his arms, twirling and spinning around the room, being able to kiss him without the fear of horrified punishment. Seeing Hamilton smile, hearing his laugh. 

I’ll make it happen, Laurens glances back down at Hamilton as best he can. For him. For us. 

~~~ 

The aides along with the General himself arrives at Miss Potts residence. Carriages line up the sidewalk, women and officers walking in and out of the house. Hamilton stands near Laurens, eyeing the house warily and swallowing with nervousness. Daringly, Laurens brushes his knuckles agaisnt Hamilton’s at their sides. Hamitlon fights the urge to slide his fingers through Laurens’s. 

The General and Lafayette are the first to enter the house. As the door swings open, Hamilton could hear people laughing about inside, wine glasses clinking, music playing inside. Through the small crack as the door closes, Hamlton could see women’s dresses twirling about faintly. Hamilton swallows, letting out a nervous breath. 

“Are you coming, Alexander?” Laurens asks over his shoulder. 

Hamilton nods as he jogs up to Laurens and as the two climb the porch steps, Hamilton asks, “John? What if...what if they...what if they take me away from you?” 

Laurens frowns. “What do you mean?” 

“What if the women in there? What if they decide to dance with me?” 

Laurens laughs as he opens the door for Hamilton. “That’s what you’re afraid of? If that be so, then do not fear, Alexander. I will not be upset.” 

Hamilton frowns. “Are you sure?” 

Laurens nods. “Yes.” 

Hamilton waits as he watches Laurens discuss something with the musician holding the violin. Hamilton frowns when Laurens nods his head in his direction. The violinist nods with a kind smile before continuing his piece. Laurens manuvers through the twirling dresses and coats and stands in front of Hamilton with a smduge look on his face. Hamilton looks slightly terrified yet unimpressed. 

“John...what did you do?” Hamilton demands. 

Laurens shrugs. “You’ll see, Alexander. You’ll see.” 

After a few minutes, the women and men on the floor bow to each other once their dance was finished. Laurens eyes the violinist who nods at the other men by the instruments and begins his piece, a slow steady pace. Hamitlon frowns, his eyes widening with realization as Laurens comes to stand in front of him. 

Hamilton gasps sharply, fear clearly written in his eyes as he feels others eyeing them. Some have small smiles on their faces, some eye them curiously, some sipping their wine. Hamilton’s eyes lands on Lafayette’s. Lafayette smiles wide and nods. He then spots the General beside him who also nods. Hamilton swallows before turning back to Laurens, who extends his hand out towards him.

“Will you do me the honor and join me in this dance?” Laurens says, a smirk on his face and an eyebrow raised. “Alexander?”  

Hamitlon swallows again as he slowly glances around the room, fear squeezing his chest. 

“John...what are you doing?” Hamilton whispers. 

“What does it look like?” Laurens counters. “I’m offering you a dance, Alexander.” 

“But...but...” 

“Shh. Let’s not think about that. They only view us as friends. They do not know my true intention.” 

A pause. Hamilton stares at Laurens with disbelief. Laurens clears his throat. 

“Will you do me the honor of joining me in this dance, Colonel Hamilton?” Laurens says with a grin to his face. 

Hamilton swallows again, licks his lips once, smiling before nodding. He rests his hand in Laurens and Laurens helps Hamilton to his feet. Hamitlon tries not to eye the others watching as Laurens leads him to the middle of the floor but he fails a that. Hamilton rests his hand on Laurens’s shoulder, while the other dangerously threads through Laurens’s. Laurens grins as he rests his hand on Hamilton’s hip, squeezing Hamilton’s hand as they start to glide around the floor in a bobbing motion. They’re eyes never leaving each other’s. 

“You are a reckless fool, Jack,” Hamilton whispers sharply. 

Laurens laughs as he lifts their threaded hands overhead. Hamilton blushes a deep shade of red as he twirls around under their lifted arms before going back to their original position. They continue bobbing up and down, their chest scarily close. Their lips a breath apart. 

“Anything for you, my Dancing Queen...anything...” Laurens whispers into Hamilton’s ear. 

Hamilton shudders agaisnt Laurens’s breath and looks back up into his eyes. He raises an eyebrow. 

“Queen?” Hamilton asks. “Don’t you mean...King?” 

“Well, a King needs his Queen doesn’t he?” Laurens says. “If I am the King...then you, my Alex, will be my Dancing Queen.”

Hamilton giggles. He nods, so desperately wanting to kiss Laurens. “Of course.” 

Laurens smiles as he pulls Hamilton closer to him so his cheek is on Laurens’s shoulder. Hamilton blushes deeply, biting his lip. But he doesn’t feel fear this time. He feels an overwhelming sense of calmness. Of peace. 

“As you wish...my King...”