Braiding
The next time Alexandra wakes up, she has a crick in her neck.
She wakes up and sees the sun rising again.
Alexa tries to get up and nearly screams when she notices someone is on top of her.
She calms her racing heart once she realizes it’s just Thomas.
Alexandra giggles when she pats down Thomas’s hair only to see it poof back up.
“Could you please just not,” a tired voice says.
“But it’s so fluffy,” Alexandra says with a childlike sense of wonder.
Thomas just groans and buries his face farther into her chest to attempt to sleep again.
She looks at his hair, fighting an inner battle till one side won.
Alexander grabs his hair and starts braiding it.
“What the actual fuck are you doing, Alexa?” Thomas asks.
“Heard of a French braid?” Alexandra questions.
Thomas tries to get up but is stopped by Alexandra’s legs clamped around his waist. “Oh, hell to the no.”
Alexandra pouts. “Please, Tommy?”
There was a beat of silence.
“Tommy?” came Jefferson’s amused voice.
“Yes. Now sit still, you heathen,” Alexandra scolds.
Thomas hums in contemplation. “On one condition.”
Alexandra looks at him. “What?”
Thomas grins up at her. “A kiss.”
Alexandra flushes.
“Relax, Princess, we’ve done more than that if you don’t remember,” Thomas teases.
He taps his cheek, clearly waiting.
Alexandra huffs.
Thomas smirks in victory when Alexandra leans down.
What he was not expecting was for her to kiss him hard.
Right on the lips.
Thomas lets out a sound of surprise before reciprocating.
Alexandra pulls away, beaming. “Now I can do your hair.”
Thomas groans. “I was hoping you’d forget.”
“Nope,” Alexandra says joyfully, popping the p.
“I was going to do Princess Leia buns,” Alexandra says casually after a minute of braiding his hair.
“Dear god, save me,” Thomas says, voice muffled in Alexandra collar.
Alexandra starts to squirm when Thomas places kisses all across her collar.
She has to push down her laughter. “Thomas, stop that tickles.”
Thomas just blows a puff of breath against her neck.
“Thomas,” Alexa warns, voice coming out like a squeak when the said man’s hand starts trailing up and down her sides.
“The sniper of the century is ticklish. How cute,” Thomas mused.
“Thomas, don’t you-ack!” Alexandra cried, as she dissolved into laughter as Thomas started tickling her for real.
“Ok, ok, I yield,” Alexandra wheezed, out of breath.
Thomas smirks triumphantly down at her. “Victorious once more.”
Alexandra snorts. “Yeah, ok, buddy, just let me finish your hair.”
Thomas grumbles in complaint but complies, nonetheless.
Alexandra finishes, tying the end to finally finish the whole thing.
“There, I finally finished even with your hardest attempts for me not to,” Alexandra says, a playful lilt to her voice.
“Wonder why I would complain,” Thomas says dryly.
Alexandra flicks his nose.
The two fall into a comfortable silence.
“We should probably get up,” Thomas says.
Alexandra nods. “Probably.”
“But we aren’t going to, are we?” Thomas inquires.
Alexandra shakes her head. “Probably not.”
Thomas sighs. “You are lucky I care decently for you.”
Alexandra feels her heart flutter.
But she pushes it down.
The only reason he cares is because she’s blackmail.
Suddenly, the two are snapped out of their reverie by the door bell.
Thomas groaned. “I’ll go get it.”
Alexandra watches, amused as Thomas goes to get the door.
She hears the door open and then a pause.
Suddenly, laughter fills the air as the person most likely had noticed Thomas’s braided hair.
When Alexa manages to get up and limps to the living room, she sees a tall woman laughing at Thomas Jefferson.
And Alexandra can’t help but feel jealousy when she notices how comfortable Thomas seems around the woman.
Before Alexa can turn and walk away, she matches gazes with the one and only Sally Hemings.