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Morse Code

Summary:

Washington pinches the side of his thigh. Nope, still here in the briefing room and not his bed.
It is not the first time the two have chosen to communicate this way. But then again, it had never been anything as blunt as this.

Oh, dear.

Notes:

Saw a meme on Instagram. Decided to write my own little version of it XD
Enjoy!

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‘I can’t sit straight you asshat’

Washington has to take a moment to compose himself, to fight off the uncharacteristic laugh that wants to escape him. He hides his smile behind a broad palm and tries to focus on Burr’s lukewarm presentation, on the numbers and graphs on the board, instead of the clicking pen coming from his right.

‘This is the last time we do this at work’

Oh, dear.

Washington pinches the side of his thigh. Nope, still here in the briefing room and not his bed. This conversation is not one he wants to be privy to, especially now that his mind is starting to reel from the possibilities of just where two of his employees could have snuck off to on their lunch break… wonders what part of the office they had defiled.

A series of taps comes from his left now.

‘Should have put your mouth to better use, then’

It is not the first time the two have chosen to communicate this way. They probably thought they were so slick, hiding their relationship and pretending to hate each other outwardly, while using Morse code to talk to each other secretly during meetings- in the lulls where they are not screaming at each other, that is. Washington has noticed before, of course. It was nothing warranting he put a stop to as long as the two remained in attention of the matter at hand, which never seemed an issue. Their follow-up questions always proved as much.

But then again, it had never been anything as blunt as this. Shopping list updated, errands they needed the other to run, perhaps a time or two where they exchanged words of validation- a time where Hamilton had taken his insults a bit too far, Jefferson immediately reassuring that he took nothing to heart, that he knows the game they play. All heartwarming, sickeningly domestic, harmless messages.

‘Couldn’t let you ruin my throat. Who else is going to tell you your ideas are shit? Besides, it feels so good when you-’

Washington cleared his throat. Loud enough that Burr had stopped droning on about whatever meatless statistic he was on about this time, and the whole room turned their heads to him.

“My apologies, Burr. Please, continue,” he quickly reassures the rest of the meeting room it was not them he wished to interrupt. Madison raises one brow in question and Adams grumbles something under his nose, but the two face forward again. Jefferson is doing his very best to appear as nonchalant as ever, but his eyes are dancing around the table, waiting to hear the pen clicks again.

Hamilton is still looking at him curiously, though. Undoubtedly suspicious, aware it is unlike him to cause such a commotion. Washington brings one hand to rest atop the folder of documents before him, counting on his sign being loud and clear, boosted by the rustling of paper.

‘The two of you ought to remember I was a Marine’

 

Needless to say, the rest of the meeting passed without a single peep from either Hamilton or Jefferson. To the rest of their colleagues it might have appeared as nothing short of a small miracle, that the two had nothing to say. To Washington, however, their flushed and ever so slightly embarrassed faces spoke plenty enough. He’s pretty sure he won’t have to worry about the two engaging in such activities at work again, now that they had been essentially caught.

He still sends the cleaning team to scrub both of their offices, as well as three different supply closets. And places new cameras in the printer room, just in case.