"Ah, see? I am greeted with tears, and you with utter contentment." She is so small, and so perfect, there with Burr. So precious. It makes Hamilton's eyes hot with unshed tears. "And I think I would like you fat and content just as much as I like you thin and fierce." Tips his head against Burr's. "And I do certainly like you naked, in my bed."

The kiss is a lovely and delicate thing, flavored sweet.

"Ah, there are those lips that have so occupied my mind," he murmurs. He draws his thumb along Burr's lovely, full lower lip. "They begin to blush again with health -- you longed for strawberries, before, and I saw none but your lips, today sweeter than spring's best harvest."

He drops his hand. "But I didn't mean to just flirt," he says. "I have so much to tell you, and I have been so worried for you -- when you fell from that horse, my heart fell with you. I growled -- at Washington." A self-deprecating look -- "He scruffed me like a naughty kitten.

"And I want to tell you the Army's plans, and know what you think. And I -- oh, I nearly forgot. I see you've read the letter, but I believe you deserve the words from my own lips as well. You were right, Aaron, and I, in the wrong. I am very fortunate to have you to open my eyes."

It is a veritable flood of words, and Hamilton realizes that he's starting to ramble on a bit. There is just so much he's wanted to share.