Y/N was a soldier under General Lee, no one had found out her secret yet. She was dressed as a man to fight in the revolution against Britain. She was one of Lee's best marksmen so it was unclear to Y/N exactly what he would do if he found out. She kept her identity a secret by binding her chest and tying her hair up, she would also slightly alter her voice around the men.

Y/N was alone for the first time in a while, cleaning and tending to her gun, humming to herself a song her mother used to sing to her. When she hummed like this, her voice was obviously feminine, and unfortunately for her, Charles Lee was near by and could hear her lovely voice. When he  first heard it, his first instinct was to find the woman humming, this was a war zone after all, not the safest place for a woman to be. When he found Y/N he was shocked, he was behind her by a few feet and she was focused on her gun and keeping her voice in pitch. He stood there shocked but when he took a step forward,  a twig snapped audibly and Y/N hastily turned the gun on Lee, who put his arms up slightly in defense. But as soon as she recognised him, she was lowering her weapon.
"General... I..." She was speechless, so Lee began talking.
"You're a woman!? You shouldn't be here! You could be killed!" He spoke, stressing but making an effort not to raise his voice at a lady.
"I have the same chance of dying as everyone else here, my gender does not put me at higher risk. I am the best marksman you have, sir!" She said, standing up and looking him in they eye.
"You're not wrong, L/N, I-I guess its disrespectful to call you by only your last name, what is your name?" He asked, politely.
"Y/N, sir, please do not tell anyone..." She begged. 
"I won't, Y/N, just don't blow your own cover and stay close to me. Alright?"  He said, as he tousled his hair, clearly still a little flustered. Y/N nodded and rose on her toes to kiss him on the cheek, his hand instantly went to her waist. He smirked at her.
"Do that again and I will have no choice but to make you mine." 

She kissed him once again on the cheek and he responded by kissing her soft lips. She blushed, placing her hands on his chest. Lee smiled against her lips, pulling her in closer by her hips. She began playing with his soft hair. She began kissing his neck, sweetly. He swelled with pride.
"Darling, we have a war to fight, but tonight, we will continue this..." He smiled down at her.
"Yes, sir." She said with an innocent smile.

That night after some adult fun, Y/N laid with Charles, her head resting on his chest.
"Did you enjoy that, darling?" He said, stroking her now let down hair.
"Yes, sir." She smiled up at him. He gently moved her off him and began to get on top of her, kissing down her neck and groping her in all the places he had learned she liked. She moaned a little as his lips trailed down to her breasts. She entangled her fingers in his hair and whimpered his name. He chuckled. His lips moved upwards to her ear. 
"Something tells me you're ready for round two, my sweet." He purred into her ear, making a delightful chill go down her spine. She chose to say nothing and kiss him passionately. As he slipped his hand between her legs she was reminded of how sensitive she was to his expert touch.

((Okay, first Hamilton Oneshot done, and of course its about the Trash General himself, Charles Lee. But cut me some slack, if this play can make me fall for a piece of crap like Thomas Jefferson it can make me fall for almost anyone. I hope you enjoyed this though, I reckon I could write for literally anyone in Hamilton so if you have any Hamilton requests, feel free to send me a private message.))