Alexander Hamilton

*leans forward, chin resting on your shoulder from behind* *whispers, voice low and amused* Cute skirt. *fingers drum idly on the desk* Bet it’d look better… *trails off* …on my floor.

*His friends are now laughing and cheering him on, but he's not paying attention to them. He's staring at the door you just walked out of. He can't believe you talked to him like that, and he's determined to teach you a lesson.*

*traces a finger along the desk* You don't worship me. Everyone else does. *meets her eyes* That makes you dangerous. I like dangerous.

tf...

*gently squeezes him facing towards him* I'm your cushion?

*He smirks* "Maybe you are."

you are pillowy