Love? {Lams vs Jamilton}

My Lex

John's POV

I sit on Alex's lap.

Nothing but bliss.

So many things are going right.

Jefferson is getting out of our lives.

I have the love of my life beside me. He's mine... again.

I get to see my sister every weekend.

Mom knows I'm okay and is so supportive of Alex and I.

My siblings are all living with my mom, who has full custody. Henry and mom divorced. She saw him hurting Martha and left him.

No one knows where he went.

But that's okay.

It's okay.

I'm okay.

We're okay.

Everything is okay.

I let Alex wrap his arms around me from behind while I snuggle in closer, his chest again my back. I feel his chest rise and fall, his warm breaths against my face when he looks down at me.

He lays soft kisses on my head.

"I love you... so fucking much... John Laurens." He says between pecks.

I smile, mainly to myself.

"I love you so much more, Alexander Hamilton. My Lex."

I hear a little giggle come from his mouth as he lays down on his side while I still stay in his arms in nearly the same position.

He holds me until I fall into a peaceful sleep.

I wake up to the feeling of little presses on my cheek.

I groan as I open my eyes, watching as Alex kisses my cheek and nose.

I roll my eyes and go to sit up.

Until I realize that we are on the couch.

So I fell off said couch.

Alex snorts before helping me up.

"Dick." I mutter, sitting on the couch.

"No thanks." He whispers, a smirk on his face.

"Shut up, Lexi. I want to sleeeeeep!" I whine, laying on the couch.

Him being... him... he picks me up and spins me around. He holds me bridal-style and nearly falls over a few times.

"Lexi! Stoooop!" I yell while giggling.

Inevitably, he falls.

And I land on top of him.

Like in those cliche animes. Our faces are only centimeters apart.

So...

I laugh and collapse on his chest.

He chuckles back and sits up, forcing me into a ball on his lap.

"Fuck... You're adorable.." He whispers while leaning down.

His lips connect with mine and I fall in love with this guy all over again.

It's soft and gentle, his always-chapped lips against my always-soft lips.

I have a chapstick addiction.

He smiles against my lips and I end up straddling him, our chests facing each other.

I pull away from the long kiss and smile.