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(this chapter contains smut 🌶️)

ELOISE VIRGINIA JEFFERSON WAS WAVING AS HER friend Angelica, who had been the last guest to leave, made her way out to her carriage.

“Looks like it's time for us to head to bed.” Eloise smiled, but her grin held more than an innocent intent.

“I suppose so, Mrs. Jefferson.” Thomas didn't seem to pick up on this, offering his hand to her with a smile. She took it, holding his eye contact all the while.

Thomas led her down the hallway, to his room. He had given her a tour of Monticello the night before the wedding, that almost ended with the two of them in his bedroom anyways, but luckily enough Eloise stepped on his foot and killed the mood.

“You know, I think you looked very dashing in your suit today.” Eloise smiled as they rounded the corner, they were very near to the room. “And I do-” Her voice dropped, “ Just adore how your hands look around a cold glass.” She commented, not meeting his eye in the slightest.

“Oh?” He asked, not looking down at her either, they were just outside his room now. “Well then I think I have to tell you-” He began, before grabbing both her wrists and pinning her against the wall. “You looked absolutely divine in your reception dress.” He whispered into her ear.

Eloise had chosen a different dress for her reception, being a little easier to move in. A smaller skirt circumference, and the neckline was dangerously low. She was in fact, still wearing it.

“I picked it out just for you, my love.” She smiled.

“You made the right choice then.” Thomas said, kissing her neck immediately after he did, twisting the door knob to the door beside them at the same time as he led her into the room.

Eloise slipped inside, with Thomas still planting kisses all over her neck. His hands rested on her hips, guiding her over to the desk of his room. Behind her, he pushed everything on the desk backwards into the small cubby with drawers on either side of it, some of the papers and items falling on the ground.

He set her on top of the desk, she let her legs open a little bit to make a spot for him as he redirected his kisses towards her mouth again. His hands shifted down towards her thighs, grabbing them through the fabric of her dress.

Eloise began to reach around the back of her dress to undo it, until Thomas’ hands flew to her wrists, moving them.

“I do believe that's my job, darlin'.” He smiled.

“Well then I think you're currently lacking efficiency.” She quipped, moving her hands to the collar of his coat to remove that instead.

Eloise peeled back his suit jacket, tossing it on the floor behind them while he moved in to kiss her neck again, untying the back of her corset.

She unbuttoned the buttons of his shirt one by one, until it was open completely, and she smiled as she laid a hand against his chest.

“How the hell?-” Thomas asks, clearly confused on how to undo the dress. “It's like a death trap! Did you choose this so I wouldn't get you out of it?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“They're really quite simple.” She laughed. “Here, and then here.” Eloise told him, showing him where to place his hands. The humorous moment then turned more serious, the two of them eyes locked as she put her hand over his. He yanked at the strings she told him too, and the dress came undone immediately.

“Go ahead then.” She smiled, again with that mischievous intent. Thomas peeled the sleeves of the dress off her shoulders, sliding it down to her waist, her stays and slip being the only thing underneath.