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"You're perfect."
Its a quiet whisper that was exchanged between the two of them, laying on the couch, legs entangled, James laying on top of Thomas's chest, listening to his heartbeat. James shifted slightly to look into the others eyes.
"What do you mean?"
Thomas chuckled.
"You. You're perfect." He said, giggling slightly as a blush crept onto James's face.
"Shut up. I'm not." James huffed.
"You are. You're intellectual, funny, sweet, and very good looking." Thomas smirked. James huffed and buried his face in Thomas's chest as his face went a darker shade of red.
"Stop that."
"Stop what?"
"Complimenting me."
Thomas smiled at his boyfriends endearing qualities, know damn well that compliments turned the other into a stuttering, blushing, flustered mess.
Which was exactly what Thomas was aiming for.
"Your eyes are one of your most beautiful qualities." Thomas sighed lovingly. "I could easily stare into them for hours."
Thomas felt James hit his arm.
"Sh-shut up." James stuttered.
"Oh! That's another thing!" Thomas said. "You are extremely adorable."
James sat up to look the other in the eye, and Thomas smiled at how red the others face was.
"I'm not adorable!" He cried. Thomas grinned.
"Oh contraire, mon amour." Thomas smiled. "You're so endearing, it hurts." James huffed and crossed his arms, partially hiding his red face in his sweater.
"Fine, if we're playing this game, its my turn." James said. "You, Thomas Jefferson, are the most important person in my life. You're kind, funny, and all around perfect.-"
"-Hold on, I'm not-"
"You're cunning, smart, and exceptionally good looking." James smirked. Thomas narrowed his eyes at the other, helplessly feeling his face heat up.
"Thats not fair."
"All's fair in love and war." James said with a shrug.
Thomas smirked suddenly.
"Je ne serais pas plutôt avec quelqu'un d'autre dans ce monde, plutôt que de vous. Tu es mon seul amour, et je ne pense pas que je pourrais vivre sans toi. Je t'aime de tout mon coeur."
Thomas said easily, a French accent slipping out as he spoke. James frowned, hating that Thomas picked so much up when he visited France.
"What'd you say?"
"I'm not telling you."
"Thats cheating."
"All's fair in love and war, darling." Thomas said sweetly, making James huff.
"I'm going to get Lafayette to translate that for me." James stated.
"He won't." Thomas said. "That is, if he doesn't want a broken arm."
"I hate you."
"But you don't." Thomas said, pulling James closer to him again. The couple cuddled close again, a wave of drowsiness washing over them.
"Thomas?" James slurred.
"Mm?"
"I love you."
Thomas kissed the others forehead.
"I love you too."

Translation: I wouldn't rather be with anyone else in this world, rather than you. You're my one love, and I don't think I could live without you. I love you with all my heart.

that was so fucking sappy wtf when did i start having feelings