The image of it -- of Laurens, drawing off the excess -- does strange things to his stomach, things that are hot in more ways than one. Chews on the inside of his cheek, as he twists his quill between his fingers.
"Perhaps I should insist that Washington keep me by," he says, slowly. "I..." A breath out. "Oh, I want nothing more than to be close by, should you have another heat -- you are insatiable, already, and to have you while you are so ravenous has," a swallow, "great appeal." He stands, to pace. "It makes me wild to think that he would see you that way before I could -- but that is the jealous one in me. You should not suffer, if the war keeps me away, and I trust him with my life and yours both."
And he realizes, mid-step, that he is entirely focused on his own emotions, once more -- that he could not bear to have Burr suffer, so he would have Burr seek relief.
A sigh.
"But I am all in my own mind again," he apologizes. "What is it you want?"
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"Perhaps I should insist that Washington keep me by," he says, slowly. "I..." A breath out. "Oh, I want nothing more than to be close by, should you have another heat -- you are insatiable, already, and to have you while you are so ravenous has," a swallow, "great appeal." He stands, to pace. "It makes me wild to think that he would see you that way before I could -- but that is the jealous one in me. You should not suffer, if the war keeps me away, and I trust him with my life and yours both."
And he realizes, mid-step, that he is entirely focused on his own emotions, once more -- that he could not bear to have Burr suffer, so he would have Burr seek relief.
A sigh.
"But I am all in my own mind again," he apologizes. "What is it you want?"