First Dates
They sat at the restaurant, Alexander marveling at the sophisticated structure.
“It’s beautiful,” Alexander said reverently.
“Doesn’t hold a candle to you, though,” Thomas said.
Alexander gives him a quick unimpressed look before he looks and sees a huge damn castle of just sweets. Macarons, cupcakes, croquembouche, you name it, it was there.
“Have a sweet tooth?” Thomas guessed.
“Not that much. Is it possible to eat that much?” Alexander questions.
Thomas shrugs. “Depends on who’s eating it. Adams could probably fit it down his big mouth.”
Alex nods, eyes serious. “Seabury and Lee could probably manage just fine too, with their blabbermouths.”
Thomas chuckles.
The waitress comes over and pours them each a glass of wine.
“Not a fan of Lee or Seabury, huh? May I ask why?” Thomas inquires, lifting his glass of wine.
“Seabury likes monarchy and Lee punched John. So no, not a fan,” Alexander mutters, also picking up his glass.
Thomas looks shocked for a moment.
“Who knew Lee had it in him to be able to punch someone without breaking his dainty little hands,” Thomas said, tipping his glass towards Alexander’s for a toast. Alexander snickers.
The omega's glass clinks against his own and they each take a sip.
The cool liquid washes down Thomas’s throat, leaving a trail of burning satisfaction behind.
A content hum distracts Thomas from the alcohol in his hand.
“Are you ready to order, sir?” The waiteress asks.
Thomas and Alexander quickly order and wait in a comfortable silence until Alexander speaks.
“What’s the real reason you invited me out?” He asks, finger tracing the rim of the wine glass.
Thomas frowns. “I thought I made that clear. I wanted to go on a date with you. Were you under different pretenses? If so, I’m just glad to be able to spend time with you.”
“No, no, no,” Alexander says, shaking his head. “You are nice looking. You have a lot of power. You are rich and famous. You can have anyone you want. So why ask someone like me out? An immigrant. An omega in power. Is it a grab for power? I don’t think so. You already have quite a lot and could easily gain more. So why ask me out?”
Thomas looked taken aback.
“You think I asked you out to manipulate you?” Thomas says slowly, mouth almost unable to form the words.
“I assumed so. What do I have to offer to someone like you?” Alexander says, a small bitter smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Thomas takes Alex’s hand in his own.
“I have a gun in my desk drawer at work. If I ever make you feel inferior or unwanted, I want you to shoot me. Right in my heart. Because that’s the place that I keep just for you,” Thomas said, voice not wavering.
Alexander smiles at the alpha in front of him.
“You really just asked me because you liked me?” Alex murmurs, looking slightly down.
Thomas felt all instincts in him want to reach out and cuddle the omega but refrains because of the public venue.
He gently takes Alexander’s chin in his hand and turns his head to meet his eyes.
“Yes. No doubt about it,” Thomas says, voice full of sincerity.
Alexander smiles at him.
“So you think I look nice?” Thomas smirks, leaning back on his chair.
Alexander seems to break for a minute before he attempts to string together an excuse.
“Relax, Princess. I think you’re very pretty yourself,” Thomas teases.
Alexander huffs in mock annoyance though the sparkle in his eyes gives him away.
They spend the rest of the meal enjoying small conversation and food wine but are sorely disappointed when they leave.
The waitress came over and smiled flirtatiously at Thomas.
She leans over to show off her cleavage and leans in close to Thomas.
Alexander tried to hide a laugh behind a cough as Thomas looked very uncomfortable.
“Anything else you want?” The woman purrs, raking her nails across the table.
“Yes. The bill and personal space,” Thomas said, getting away from the woman.
The female omega huffs before regarding Alexander begrudgingly.
“Is this because of him? You can do better than him,” the woman scoffs, waving off Alexander.
Thomas looks appalled before his expression turns to ice.
He stands up and looms over the waitress.
“Apologize,” he says simply.
“What?” she asks, confused.
“Apologize to my date, please,” Thomas says cooly, voice cold as ice.
The woman sneers. “Why? What gives you the power?”
Thomas looks at her and looks shocked for a minute before he laughs.
“Do you know politics?” He asks once he has regained his composure.
“Yes,” the woman says petulantly, taken aback.
“Really? Then you would know that I do have the power. And so does Alexander,” Thomas says, satisfaction uncurling in his chest at the slowly dawning look of understanding coming on the waitress.
“That’s right. You just spoke out against Alexander Hamilton, Secretary of Treasury and Thomas Jefferson, Secretary of State. I don’t think your boss will be happy once he sees how you publicly ruined this restaurant’s reputation.”
Alexander stands and grabs Thomas’s coat sleeve.
He smiles warmly at the alpha and Thomas’s heart melts.
“It’s fine. Please try to be more respectful in the future,” Alexander said addressing the woman.
The woman flushes but nods in agreement and bows her head down as a show of respect.
“I’m going to destroy the restaurant and specifically name that waitress when I get home,” Alexander said the second they walk out.
Thomas feels the corner of his lips quirk up. That’s the Alexander he knew.
Thomas and Alexander leave the restaurant, hands clasped in one another.
Thomas pulls up in front of Alexander’s house after a loud, compliant filled car ride from the restaurant.
“I cannot believe the nerve of some people, I swear-” Thomas ranted, raking his hand through his hair when he was grabbed by his tie and pulled into a kiss.
Thoma immediately presses back only to feel disappointed at the loss of contact as Alex pulls away.
“See you next time, Thomas,” Alexander says, grinning as he leaves the car and goes through the front door of his house.
Thomas watches in amazement as the omega waves before shutting the door.
Yup, that did it.
Thomas Jefferson was seriously fucked.