"Do you not want to rest your eyes upon my supple, young flesh?" laughs Alexander, as Burr pulls him down again. "I've been told it's quite nice." Maybe Burr just likes to feel him, like this. Maybe a more comfortable angle for his knot. Alexander can accommodate it. He snuggles in, refreshed.
"Don't change the subject," he says, though it's hard to remember what he wants to talk about, with hands that wander the way Burr's currently do. No, not wander: the motions are purposeful, though they may be disguised as wanderings. Alexander isn't blind, he knows he's being distracted and plied. "I know Jefferson, and he convinces himself to believe exactly what he says -- it's the most mind-boggling thing about him. And he'll never admit it's different from yesterday, or that it might chance tomorrow. He should have known a filibuster was the only likely plan -- I dreamed of one myself, in '98. Though I didn't plan it would stop at Mexico," tracing his fingertip down Burr's unfortunately covered chest. "Mine, I thought, would go much further... south."
Ah, he never thought he'd be making that into a flirtation. It's a bit funny, really.
"Lots of opinions about you made their way to St. Nevis," he says, "each rivaling the other in ignorance and stupidity. I followed it as soon as I could remember how to read. I wanted them to lock you away, I remember, because I feared that you would creep out of the darkness to come and finish me while I slept." He'd been a child, full of memories he couldn't understand and ignorant of the reality of the world.
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"Don't change the subject," he says, though it's hard to remember what he wants to talk about, with hands that wander the way Burr's currently do. No, not wander: the motions are purposeful, though they may be disguised as wanderings. Alexander isn't blind, he knows he's being distracted and plied. "I know Jefferson, and he convinces himself to believe exactly what he says -- it's the most mind-boggling thing about him. And he'll never admit it's different from yesterday, or that it might chance tomorrow. He should have known a filibuster was the only likely plan -- I dreamed of one myself, in '98. Though I didn't plan it would stop at Mexico," tracing his fingertip down Burr's unfortunately covered chest. "Mine, I thought, would go much further... south."
Ah, he never thought he'd be making that into a flirtation. It's a bit funny, really.
"Lots of opinions about you made their way to St. Nevis," he says, "each rivaling the other in ignorance and stupidity. I followed it as soon as I could remember how to read. I wanted them to lock you away, I remember, because I feared that you would creep out of the darkness to come and finish me while I slept." He'd been a child, full of memories he couldn't understand and ignorant of the reality of the world.