Cuddles
Thomas was sitting at the table, a newspaper in one hand, coffee mug in the other when the doors to his elevator opened.
He was shirtless and had very nicely framing shorts on.
He looks up and nearly chokes on his coffee.
Alexandra was leaning on her crutches but was walking over to him in his shirt.
Thomas would never say it out loud, but he thinks that just became his favorite shirt.
It fell off one of her shoulders and revealed pale collarbones.
Thomas felt a pang go through his chest when he realized that his marks no longer marred her skin.
“Didn’t know you could cook,” Alexandra piped up, making her way to the table.
“Didn’t know I gave you permission to wear my shirts,” Thomas retorts.
Alexander hums. “You weren’t wearing any.”
She was about to sit in the seat next to Thomas but hesitates.
“What are you-” Thomas starts, only to be interrupted by Alexandra sitting down in his lap, throwing her crutches and his newspaper carelessly onto the chair she was about to sit on.
Alexandra leaned back against his chest and grabbed the extra mug of coffee on the table.
Thoma stares disbelievingly at the woman in his lap.
Alexa tilts her head up to look at Thomas.
“Yes?” Alexandra innocently looks at him.
Thomas narrows his eyes and takes a menacing sip of his coffee.
Alexandra giggles.
Thomas felt affection swell in his chest at the sound but he pushed it down.
No feelings allowed.
Especially not with this woman.
“There are at least 10 other chairs at the table and you decided to sit in my lap?” Thomas questions.
Alexa shrugs. “You’re comfortable and warm. I’m tired and cold. So I’m staying with you all day every day till I get better because I need human warmth to survive.”
Thomas huffs in amusement. “You’re going to kill me by irritating me to death.”
Alexandra grins at him. “What a wonderful way to go.”
Thomas just chuckles.
“You should eat,” Thomas says, gesturing to the giant stack of pancakes. “I’ll be in my study if you need me.”
Alexandra immediately shakes her head. “If you want to work, you have to work with me. As I said, I need warmth.”
Thomas groans. “Just let me get my stuff.”
He stands up but not before depositing Alexandra into the chair from his lap.
Alexandra holds out her arms.
Thomas raises an eyebrow at her.
“Up,” she says simply.
Thomas feels the corner of his mouth quirk up.
He sighs dramatically and picks up the woman carefully, mindful of her injury.
She latches onto him, arms and legs clasping around Thomas’s neck and waist.
“Jesus, woman. I’m not going to drop you, loosen up,” Thomas breathes, slightly out of breath with how Alexandra was crushing him.
The woman’s grip loosens a slight bit.
Thomas grabs his work from his office the best he can with an injured sniper clinging to him.
Finally, they make it downstairs into the main parlor.
Thomas tosses Alexandra gently onto the couch and throws her a couple of thick blankets.
“Give me a minute,” Thomas tells her, turning to leave.
He comes back with the pancakes from earlier, knowing that Alexandra would be hungry and if she wasn’t, she had to eat to heal.
The parlor was beautifully decorated with old mahogany architecture.
It overlooked Lake Monticello and had archways in an almost Greek-like design.
It was a circular room with white couches with a center table and glass panes instead of windows.
The sunlight filtered through, casting a golden high across the room.
And sitting on one of the couches in a mound of blankets with just her hair showing, was Alexandra Hamilton-Washington.
Thomas sits across from her, placing the plate of pancakes in front of the woman.
Alexa peeks out from under the blanket and glares at Thomas.
“You are not in cuddling range,” she says, seeming very serious.
Thomas snickers. “Sorry, your honor, I have a Mafia to run.”
“Weren’t you doing work when I was passed out?” Alexa asks innocently.
Thomas opens and closes his mouth for a second. “That’s different.”
Alexandra holds out her hand. “Give me your phone.”
Thomas scowls. “No.”
Alexa pouts and gives him puppy eyes.
Those fucking puppy dog eyes.
Thomas groans and gives her his phone.
“Maria?” Alexandra asks after calling someone. “Hi! Thomas will not be working until I say so….he refused to cuddle me….extreme, no. I am merely trying to survive through body heat….so he doesn’t have to work….thank you, Maria! Tell Peggy I’m not dead and say hello!”
Thomas gapes at her.
Alexandra opens her blanket. “Please?”
Thomas huffs in irritation but puts the file and his computer away.
He walks over to the other couch and joins Alexa in the blankets.
He was about to lay next to her but Alexandra wouldn’t allow that.
Thomas ends up on top of the woman, face buried in her chest, arms around her waist, and legs entangled with hers.
Thomas was careful with her to make sure he didn’t end up hurting her more.
He feels content listening to her heartbeat as the evening sun warms their faces, the blankets create a comforting weight on top of the two.
Thomas is gently lulled to sleep by the slow rise and fall of Alexandra’s chest.
The last thing he feels before he drifts off is a soft kiss to his forehead a quietly murmured, “Good night, Thomas.”