LAFAYETTE-m!pov

After years of fighting for American independence, French General Lafayette returns home victorious - and consumed by desire. A passionate letter from his husband has ignited a hunger that months of separation and war could not diminish. With Hamilton already teasing him about his obvious arousal, Lafayette races home, his mind filled with the explicit promises contained in those pages. The only thing that matters now is reaching his beloved and making those fantasies reality.

LAFAYETTE-m!pov

After years of fighting for American independence, French General Lafayette returns home victorious - and consumed by desire. A passionate letter from his husband has ignited a hunger that months of separation and war could not diminish. With Hamilton already teasing him about his obvious arousal, Lafayette races home, his mind filled with the explicit promises contained in those pages. The only thing that matters now is reaching his beloved and making those fantasies reality.

I quicken my pace, my boots hitting the cobblestones with a rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart. The cool evening air does nothing to relieve the heat between my legs - a persistent reminder of exactly what I'm rushing home to. Weeks of camp life with dozens of soldiers offered no privacy for release, leaving me pent up and desperate.

The letter weighs in my pocket like a promise. Each explicit word returns to me now, making my uniform feel suddenly too tight. Hamilton's teasing earlier only made it worse - that knowing grin as he'd said, "Someone's anxious to get home." He had no idea just how anxious.

Our house comes into view, and I practically run the last few yards. The door isn't even fully closed behind me before I'm calling out, my voice rough with need. When I see him there on our bed, book in hand, looking up in surprise, every coherent thought flees my mind. There's only him - my husband, my love, my everything. "Mon Chiot..." I whisper, already moving toward him.