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gotham-ruaidh · 3 years

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Modern Glasgow AU

(set about 1.5 years after the wedding)

Claire closed her eyes, took a deep breath, counted to ten, and pressed the palms of her hands on the cool, flat surface of her desk.

Jamie had left their flat ten minutes before – to give her the quiet and space she needed today. Today was Saturday, and it was eight-thirty AM, and Claire Fraser, medical student, had studying to do.

She rolled her shoulders and opened her anatomy textbook. Set it to her left.

She fanned out her notebooks – each turned to a different page – and a few photocopied handouts. Set it to her right.

Undid the rubber band holding the ever-growing pile of homemade flashcards. Set them in front of her.

Glanced over at the framed photograph of her and Jamie – a snapshot taken by Murtagh a few months back, grinning in a field at Kelvingrove Park.

Picked up her pen. Flexed the muscle at the base of her thumb – and the tattooed “J” inked on her skin.

Began to write.

“It’s verra kind of ye to help an auld man wi’ his plumbing.”

Jamie’s legs shifted a bit, sticking out from the cabinet beneath the sink in Murtagh’s kitchen. “I havenae fixed it yet. You’re not too old. And besides, Claire is studying this morning.”

“Ach.” Murtagh handed his godson a wrench, and watched him disappear back under the sink. “How is it going for her, wi’ the schooling?”

“I think it’s more difficult than she lets on.” Jamie’s legs twisted – boots squeaking against the wood floors – as he tried to get a better angle. “She’s verra clever, so it’s no’ a matter of remembering everything. It’s some of the other students who are a problem.”

Murtagh warily eyed the drain in the sink. “How so?”

“It’s a maturity thing. She’s the only marrit student. Many of them focus on partying all the time, and some of the men are real arseholes. Making passes at her and such. Blind to the ring she wears.”

Something popped in the sink – and slowly the two inches of water began to recede down the train.

“Ye’ve got it!” Murtagh exclaimed.

Carefully Jamie unfolded himself from the cabinet and sat on the floor, twisting his back and neck. “Do I need to remind ye again to scrape yer plate before ye wash it?”

Murtagh huffed. “The building is old, laddybuck. The pipes always need tending. Besides – tell me more about Claire’s classmates. Is it a problem? Have ye had to get involved?”

Jamie snorted. “You ken my wife, aye? She can mind herself no problem. Swats them away like the insects they are. Only – it does bother her, that she may continue to be around such men even when she does become a doctor. She kens she’s verra beautiful, but she wants people to…to no’ write her off as just a pretty face. Which motivates her to work extra hard.”

Jamie pulled his mobile phone from his shirt pocket and fired off a quick text.

Murtagh skeptically raised a shaggy eyebrow. “I thought ye said she was studying?”

He continued to tap out a message. “She is. She puts her phone on ‘do not disturb’ so she doesnae get any notifications. Only if I call her, does it go through.”

“So when she turns off the block, all she gets are texts from you?”

Jamie smiled. “Aye.”

Murtagh shook his head. “Lovesick fools, the both of you. Now – let’s decide what to do for lunch. My treat.”

“And what about you, lad?”

Jamie wiped a bit of curry from his chin. “What do ye mean?”

“Claire has her next few years mapped out, wi’ the medical school. What about you?”

Jamie’s brow furrowed. “I was promoted about six months back. I have a whole shift of men working for me now at the printshop. And I’m cultivating a few relationships wi’ writers, who I may bring in for book deals.”

Murtagh set down his spoon. “What’s next, then? And how will ye get there?”

“Weel – I’d like to move out of the printing entirely, and focus only on working wi’ the writers. But it will happen at its own pace, Murtagh. I willnae ask Colum or Dougal for a hand up.”

“There’s no shame in doing that, lad – especially for the tuition bills. If ye need.”

Jamie pursed his lips. “That’s verra kind. But Claire and me are fine. I can cover our expenses now. And she has money saved up from when she worked as a nurse. The rent on our flat isnae too dear. Claire volunteers at the clinic to defray some of her tuition.”

“I want ye to know that if ye ever need anything, ye only need to ask.” Murtagh held his godson’s gaze. “I mean it. And if ye dinnae make it to the next rung of the ladder at that company – weel, they dinnae deserve ye.”

Jamie reached across the table – careful of the curry spattered on the tablecloth – and gripped his godfather’s hand. “Thank you. Truly.”

“It’s the least I can do. Now – ”

Jamie’s phone chimed from his pocket. Quickly he fished it out and answered the call –

“Are ye done, then?”

Murtagh watched Jamie’s face utterly transform with joy.

“Come meet us. Yes, at his favorite spot. We’re just finishing up, but we can always order more. All right. Love you.”

Murtagh turned and beckoned a waiter to the table. “Another menu, please?”

Claire breezed in about five minutes later. She bent down to give Murtagh a quick hug, then slid beside her husband and greeted him with a long kiss.

“What were ye studying today, then?”

She glanced over the menu. “Bones and tendons of the foot.”

Murtagh harrumphed. “Sounds complicated.”

“It is – but you should be glad that people like me know all the ins and outs, in case you ever need it.”

“I want to show you some verra particular ins and outs,” Jamie breathed into her ear, grinning.

Playfully she swatted him away and settled her hand on his thigh, safely beneath the table. “Hush. Later. I’m hungry.”

“Thank you.”

Jamie frowned. “For what?”

Gently Claire reached across the pillow, tracing the rise of his eyebrow with her thumb. “For being you. For being so thoughtful, and so supportive.”

Quietly he shifted so that his arm – tracing abstract shapes on her bare back – pulled her even closer to his chest. “How could I not be?”

Her eyes clouded with memory. “You know why I ask.”

He kissed her swollen lips – for the twentieth or thirtieth time in the past hour. “I worry about you. You are working so hard.”

A soft rush of cool air from the open window beside their bed. The trees rustled outside, in the dark. She shivered. He kissed her shoulder.

“It means the world to me, that you think of me always. Your messages throughout the day.” Now it was her turn to kiss him – slow and deep. “I love what I’m doing, Jamie. I really love it, and I love what I’m learning, and I love that I’m doing it. I love that you love that I’m doing it.”

“It’s important to you. It’s your calling, Claire – and it’s such a rare thing to have that calling. To know it about yourself.”

She smiled. “You know what my other calling is, though?”

She rolled them, and he happily complied – laying flat on his back, watching her rise above him in the candlelight. Feeling their love, a tangible thing, in the shadows.

“Tell me,” he gasped as she rolled her hips.

“It’s the same as your calling.” She found his hand, and brought it to her lips – kissing the C tattooed at the base of his left thumb.

“To be one,” he sputtered. “Oh, Claire. I love you.”

She smiled. “Not nearly as much as I love you. Now hold still.”

#outlander #outlander fanfic #modern glasgow au

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loversdelusions · 2 years

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(Updated: February 3rd, 2023)

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Comfort/Fluff: ☁ Smut: ★ Mild Smut: ☆ Angst: ☂ Hurt: ❆

Fics:

♥️ Niche Insecurities - ☁

♥️ Monarch - ☆ ☁

♥️ Bow pt.1 - ☆

♥️ Parents - ❆

♥️ Honeyed Words - ☁

♥️ I love you - ☂ ☁

♥️ Party’s Over - ❆ ☁ ♥️ Party’s Over, part 2! - ☁

♥️ My heart, it’s yours alone - ☁

♥️ A villainous Marraige - ☁

♥️ Hypnotizing Full Fic - ★

♥️ Marrital problems - ☂

♥️ Hunger Strike - ☆

♥️ Childish! - ☆ ☁ ☂

♥️ Bad Habits | WIP | - ☁

♥️ Learn Your Beauty - ★ ☁

♥️ Midas - ☁

♥️ Arranged Marraige - ☂

♥️ In her Office ♡ - ★

♥️ The Devil in Eden - ☁ ❆

Headcanons:

♥️ Aftercare - ☆ ☁

♥️ ABC’s of Y!Deku - ☆

♥️ Scent pt 1 - ☁ ♥️ Scent pt 2 - (does not include Deku)

♥️ Spying shenanigans - ☁

Scenarios:

♥️ During a fight - ☁

♥️ Fruit - ☁

♥️ Classical Dance - ☁

♥️ Fantasies That Come True! - ☁

♥️ Sun Queen - ☁

♥️ Random Darling! - ☂

♥️ Hypnotizing - ☆

♥️ Prom Queen - ☁

♥️ Run-Away - ☂

♥️ In Your Arms Tonite! - ☁

♥️ Marital Problems pt 2 Marital Problems pt 3 - ☁/❆

♥️ Arent You Glad? - ☁/❆

♥️ Pregnancy scare - ☁/❆

♥️ Jealousy, Jealousy! - ☆ ☁

♥️ Dangers of Dopamine - ☆

♥️ Childhood promises~ - idk ☁ maybe?

♥️ Tease ~ - ☆

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traumatizeddfox · 2 years

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tw: mentions of abuse transphobia and marrital problems

god i fucking hate my father he said he loved me unconditionally and yet the second i trusted him and came out as trans he verbally abused my mom like it was her fault he was so mad at her and now i feel like i ruined their marriage because its been over half a year and my moms still sleeping on the couch

don't blame urself. its ur fathers own fault for ruining his marriage.

#anon

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ao3feed-jamiexclaire · 3 years

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by JRC10

This is Part 4 of the Basia Mille Series. It picks up a little more than a year after where Sojourn of a Thousand More ended.

"Love is not just a passion spark between two people; there is infinite difference between falling in love and standing in love. Rather, love is a way of being, a "giving to," not a 'falling for'..." Irvin Yalom - Love's Executioner and Other Tales of Psychotherapy

This is a story about a married couple and their growing family in a time of war. Claire is 8 months pregnant as the Battle of Culloden draws near. The Frasers have been summoned to Leoch to ease Colum’s imminent passing. While Claire is drawn to a patient that reminds her of a boy from her past, Jamie starts having strange dreams that rattle him to his very core. As Claire struggles with how best to care for her children and patients, Jamie does all in his power to protect his land, family, and tenants. Perhaps the answers to both their problems can be found in the same place.

Words: 6731, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Basia Mille

Fandoms: Outlander Series - Diana Gabaldon, Outlander (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Claire Beauchamp, Jamie Fraser, Murtagh Fraser, Faith Fraser, Brianna Randall Fraser MacKenzie, Jocasta MacKenzie Cameron Innes, Colum MacKenzie, Dougal MacKenzie, Geillis Duncan, William Buccleigh MacKenzie, Angus Mhor, Rupert MacKenzie, Jenny Fraser, Ian Murray, and a few more

Relationships: Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser

Additional Tags: Married Life, marrit af, Infant Death, Battle of Culloden, From Leoch to Lallybroch, Wilderness daycare, Time Commander of All Things

#ao3feed #fanfic #outlander #outlander fanfiction #jamie x claire #jamie fraser #claire fraser

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imagineclaireandjamie · 4 years

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Love the story but will we ever know why Jamie was in prison? Ten years is a very long time so it must have been serious yet everyone is so forgiving, so understanding and very accepting of a man who was incarcerated for such a long time. I’m not sure I could trust him so quickly.

anonymous asked: Still wondering, why was Jamie in prison? Long sentence must mean serious crime. Just curious.

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It Does My Heart Good: Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 || Chapter 11 || Chapter 12 || Chapter 13 || Chapter 14

Claire reached across the table to squeeze her husband’s hand. “I’ll wash up. You two - why don’t you sit on the back porch? It’s so nice outside - we haven’t really taken advantage of it yet.”

Brianna raised a ruddy eyebrow at her father. “Do you still have that bottle of Oban I gave you as a housewarming gift?”

Jamie snorted. “Of course, lass - did ye think yer mam and I had drank the whole thing already? It’s just been the two months!”

“You’ve gotten so much done already - how was I supposed to know?” Brianna pushed her chair back from the table. “I’ll get us set up. See you there?”

As his daughter breezed by, Jamie stood and gathered the three dinner plates. Claire’s hand gently touched his elbow, and he looked over at her.

Smiling. Always smiling.

“Go. Use the nice tumblers. Something’s eating at her - maybe you can find out what it is?”

He leaned over for a kiss. “I’ll just listen. I’m good at that, aye?”

She kissed him again. “Aye. Now go.”

He found Brianna curled up on one side of the bench he’d set up at the corner of the porch. Watching the late summer sunset.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

She looked up at him, and gratefully took the tumbler of whisky as he sat beside her. “It is. You two really lucked out with this place.”

Softly he clinked his glass against hers. “I’ve really lucked out wi’ a lot of things this past year, Brianna. Had ye told me a year ago that I’d be here, wi’ you - marrit to yer Mam, and stateside, weel...”

“Do you miss it?” She swirled the whisky, inhaling deeply.

“What? My empty life in Glasgow, and the blokes I unloaded trucks with?”

She pursed her lips. Not looking at him.

Patiently he waited.

“I’ve thought long and hard about the best way to ask you this - but there’s not a good way, and there will never be a good time.” She sighed.

He stiffened. “What is it you wish to know?”

She took a sip of the Oban. “Why were you in prison? Ten years is a really long time.”

He knew this day would come, of course. He had told Claire everything, their first night back together, in her old bedroom at Lamb and Fez’s home. Prepared for criticism...he had experienced only understanding, and forgiveness.

He sighed.

“Aggravated larceny.”

“Ten years for that?”

“I was twenty-four years old. Had lost your Mam, and both of my parents. I was very, very angry, Brianna.” He sipped his whisky, watching the sun sink behind the trees. “I fell in wi’ a very rough crowd. Burglars. Mostly petty things. But this one man, he kept talking about a ‘big score.’“

“Me and two other men, we broke into a warehouse. The two of them meant to re-sell the stolen goods - I was just along for the ride.” He pursed his lips. “Vitamin supplements. Very easy to re-sell. We just didn’t count on there being a security guard there.”

Brianna sat as stiff and still as a board beside him.

“I tied him up as the others made off with boxes and boxes of vitamins. We had another man driving the get-away truck. I had a gun, but the guard knew I wouldnae hurt him.”

The man hadn’t even been scared. Had stared him down. Challenging.

“The plan was that I’d be the first back to the truck - to sit up front with the driver. And the two others would follow - pack up the truck and sit wi’ the merchandise in the back. All went according to plan. We were in and out in less than an hour.”

“How did you get caught?”

“Charles Stuart always was an idiot. And that night proved it - because on the way out, he hit the guard very hard in the back of his head. The man nearly died, but he called for help. We didnae even make it to the drop-off point before we were arrested.”

“Ten years sounds like a harsh sentence for vitamins. Especially when you didn’t actually steal anything.”

Jamie shrugged. “The lads made off with several hundred thousand pounds worth of vitamins. The value of that brought the charge up to ‘aggravated.’ And then they nearly killed the security guard.”

“But you didn’t do any of that.”

“But I was there, Brianna. I helped them commit the crime. And I had already been arrested a few times - so they went harsh on me.”

She nodded. Processing.

“I’m not ashamed of you, you know. Knowing this about you - it doesn’t change anything.”

He set down his tumbler and tentatively reached across the bench to squeeze her hand. “Ye have no idea how much it means to me, to hear you say that. It’s all in the past - I’m no’ that man anymore. It proves that I wasnae fit to raise you as a wee bairn, even if you and yer Mam had been in Scotland.” He turned to face her, eyes blazing. “It may sound strange, but prison changed my life for the better. It gave me the strength to stand up for myself, and to never allow myself to ever get wrapped up in other people’s problems anymore.”

She squeezed his hand in return. “I know. It’s one of the many things I admire about you. It gave you the courage to respond to my letter, didn’t it?”

He nodded. “I wish, so much, that you and me and your Mam could have been together all of these years. But I wasnae ready to be a da. Not then. But I am now, Brianna. I owe that to you.”

She blinked back tears. “You don’t owe me anything. Ever. And thank you for telling me.”

“Well, you asked,” he teased. “Claire and I - we promised honesty to each other, always. I vow the same to you.”

“Then let me tell you something honest, and true. I’m proud you’re my father.”

His tears shone in the twilight, and he crushed her to him. So grateful for second chances.

#Anonymous #;mod gotham #adoption au

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desperationandgin · 5 years

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A Simple Challenge (Summer of Smut #2)

Rating: Mature (Explicit???)

Author: desperationandgin

Also Read on: AO3

Summary: Just after Jamie acquires his grandfather's men for support, he and Claire try to deal with only a tent for privacy.

A/N: Thank you so much to the usual lifesavers, @smashing-teacups, @missclairebelle, @lcbeauchampoftarth for reading and beta’ing and all the great motivation.

Sometimes, when we were lucky, we had an actual roof over our heads, a bed to lie on for some semblance of normalcy. Most of the time, we rested in a tent, sleeping among the men who’d arrived with Jamie’s grandfather. Culloden loomed on the horizon, but for the first time, there was hope among all of us--including me. As I spread a thin blanket on the ground, I tried to push away the quiet churning of anxiety in my gut, willing myself not to prematurely celebrate changing Scotland’s future, even if in my own thoughts.

I’d just curled onto my side, stripped down to my shift with another blanket over me, when Jamie ducked down into the tent. It was dark, but the moon was bright enough that muted silver outlined his familiar form.

“Were ye asleep, Sassenach?” he asked, whispering his words.

“No. I was waiting for you.” That was true; I found it hard to rest easily without my husband nearby, too aware of the danger that could come at any moment. I felt him sit beside me after toeing off his boots, then place his sword out of the way but within reach. Comfortable, he laid back and pulled me into his arms so that I could press into the warmth of him. It was far from cold around us, but the heat he gave off always soothed and settled me, the promise of a night spent in my husband’s embrace.

Of course, with an entire army around us, there was rarely time for anything more.

“I feel as though I havena seen ye in days,” he murmured while a hand slid up and down my back.

“Only about twelve hours,” I breathed as I lifted my head to greet his lips with my own. That amount of time did feel like a lifetime for the pair of us, and I could tell he felt it too, in the way his tongue sought permission to tangle with mine. We tried to make up for lost time in the way we kissed; leisurely but thorough all at once. When he pulled back, it was to rest his forehead against mine.

“Did ye have a good day, a nighean?” he asked as his fingers threaded through my curls.

“Mhm. As good as it could be right now, I suppose. No one’s ill, but I did treat one broken nose, two broken fingers, and five or six of the younger men have come down with a rash, no doubt from some of the local flora,” I managed through a yawn. “I’ll go look tomorrow, but it was nothing life-threatening. They were only miserably itchy.”

Jamie made a noise of confirmation in the back of his throat before dropping his head to kiss the side of my neck.

“What about you? What did you spend your day doing?” Doubling back to be sure the Redcoats weren’t too close, I knew, but he’d also gone out with Murtagh and Dougal. No doubt the three of them had quite the conversation.

“First, we rode to be sure we havena been followed. We haven’t been,” he assured me, kissing the bridge of my nose. “And the men need food, something hearty, so we tracked a buck.”

That made me sit up abruptly, the prospect of protein filling everyone’s bellies. “Did you shoot it?” I asked, trying not to sound excited and failing miserably.

Jamie sat up with me, and I was able to make out his smile thanks to a flash of teeth. “Aye. We have it. Dougal’s preparing it for breaking down first thing in the morning.” He snagged my lips with his own, which meant he captured my smile.

My arms wrapped around his neck, and now that we were sitting up, I kissed him again. “We’ll find ways to stretch the meat if we can, but thanks to your grandfather, there are quite a lot of men to feed.” A (questionably) good problem to have when weighed against the alternative: a war with no men to fight it.

“Dinna fash about it tonight,” Jamie murmured, lips going to my neck again. “I missed ye today, Sassenach.”

Smiling in spite of myself, I tilted my head to allow him better access to my skin. “I missed you,” I admitted. “But you need to behave. We’re surrounded, in case you forgot. And tents aren’t exactly soundproof.”

As if on cue, someone coughed and hacked in a tent nearby; close enough that I made a mental note to try and find whoever it was to be sure they weren’t ill in the morning.

“Och, I’m behaved,” he muttered, though he pressed the words across my chest as a series of kisses. “And if ye can be quiet, there’s no’ a man here who needs to ken what we do. Although, ye are my wife, and I suspect they ken what goes on between a marrit couple.”

I swatted him lightly on the shoulder before letting out a huff of a laugh. “Just because they know doesn’t mean I want to put on a show.”

“‘Tis no’ my fault ye bellow when I undo ye particularly--”

I shoved his shoulder this time and looked at him. “Bellow? I do not!”

He was laughing, trying to be quiet about it as he muffled the sound between my breasts. Once he’d recovered, he raised his head, grinning up at me. “If ye think ye can be quiet, then prove it,” he challenged.

I raised an eyebrow at him. “And if I do? Prove it, that is.”

“Ye’ll do no such thing,” he said with a shrug. “Ye couldna be quiet while I touched ye to save yer own life.”

Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew what he was doing, but I was too eager to rise to a challenge and willingly took the bait.

“Fine. I’m happy to prove you wrong,” I declared confidently, though even as I kissed him thoroughly, I knew there’d be no true loser here save for my pride. Bloody smug Scot.

But, he’d earn it, I knew.

Carefully, Jamie pushed me onto my back so that he could hover over me, lips brushing mine. “I hope ye dinna mind if I have something tae eat first.”

He’d been gone all day; who knew if he’d eaten while hunting. “Of course not, there's--”

I didn’t even get halfway through what I’d intended to say before I realized food wasn’t at all what he meant. My entire body felt flush as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses over my shift. I could feel damp breath making the fabric cling to my skin and his quiet laugh flittered against my stomach as I reached out to tug at his curls.

“At least take this off of me, then. And you could stand to lose a few items of clothing as well.”

His hands began bunching up white muslin until he could push it up over my head. Once I was bared to him, he reached for a breast as I let out a soft, satisfied sigh.

“I have to be ready, in case there’s need to leave quickly.”

“Oh? What’ll I do, pray my nakedness isn’t too distracting?” It was a joke, but Jamie pulled me closer, more serious at my query.

“I wouldna go anywhere wi’ out seeing ye safe first. I promise ye that.”

I smiled at him, my features softening to hear the sincerity in his voice, the semi-dark keeping his expression from me. “I know you wouldn’t, Jamie. But I still think you could do without your shirt, at least.” I understood the argument for not removing his kilt--there was nothing underneath it anyway, and it would take too long to try and put it back on if the situation were urgent. A shirt could be tugged on with barely a thought, and he seemed to agree with me. The next time he kissed me we were skin to skin, and a deep sigh of contentment drifted across his jaw when we parted.

“There you are,” I murmured reverently, cradling him against my body with my legs around his hips. We began a slow rhythm even with his kilt between us, of lazy reconnecting and warm greeting. His hips dipped forward, mine rolled upward, and for long drawn out seconds, we merely breathed one another in, sharing the same space for the first time since he’d woken at dawn.

When he seemed to have his fill --at least for the moment-- he made his way back down to resume his prior task. Once settled between my thighs, he raised his head once more just to look at me.

“Remember, Sassenach. Dinna make a sound.”

The tone in his voice suggested he knew I’d never make it; I’d come to terms with the fact by the time he leisurely swiped his tongue over me. Pleasure blossomed in my heart first, quietly radiating out to my limbs before eventually pooling in my belly. His mouth didn’t stay where it was; instead, I was treated to his fingers taking up the task while his lips pressed to the skin of my inner thigh. Every movement of his hand was aided by slick, perfect friction, and I felt open, exposed in a way only Jamie could ever make feel good.

Satisfied he’d teased enough, his mouth resumed its duty, but just before a long moan of satisfaction could escape me, the hand previously between my thighs covered my mouth. I arched my back as his tongue took lazy laps back and forth before honing in on where I felt wound tightly, nerves alert in anticipation. His breath moved over damp, coarse curls, he pressed a kiss there, and I willed myself not to make a sound when he inevitably closed his lips around me.

But he never did.

The bloody bastard avoided me completely, though his free hand did snake between us. The tip of one finger circled, curved inside of me for a moment, then retreated. I whined against his palm, giving his hair a good tug before raising my head to look at him. When I spoke, my words were muffled against his skin. “Don’t be a tease.”

His grin was very much like the cat eating a canary. “I’m only trying to build ye up. See if there’s a maximum volume to yer bellow.”

This time it was a heel digging into the back of his shoulder, but he still laughed.

“Are ye saying ye dinna like the idea?”

I wasn’t sure I could say much of anything to get him to give in, but I gave it my best attempt. “I’m saying I want my husband sooner rather than later,” I pointed out with impatience. He didn’t seem to share my urgency, and instead, used his tongue to trace triangles against me as his free hand kept me open to him.

“I’m no’ done yet. Ye’ll ken when.”

Never had so few words brought me so immediately close to the precipice.

Resting his cheek against my inner thigh, the slight scrape of scruff on tender flesh was enough to make me bite my bottom lip in an effort to stay silent. Slowly, two fingers slid into me as he exhaled across my skin. He was watching, I could tell by the way his head was angled that he was taking his time in order to observe the way he disappeared into me, dragging all the moisture he could collect with his thumb and spreading it slowly upward. The circles he made were effortless and my back spasmed as a moan turned into a choked cough.

When my hand tugged at his hair, his tongue replaced the smaller width of his thumb, his low groan reverberating through me. I could feel it travel and settle where pleasure was coiling tight and low in my pelvis, ready to burst apart. Lying prone, I reached with the hand not in his hair for the blanket beside me. Clenching fistfuls of wool, I tried to will the tension to flow through my fingertips instead of out of my mouth in a loud cry.

Realizing my struggle, Jamie seemed to redouble his efforts in pleasuring me; sucking now instead of using strokes of his tongue, driving his fingers into me faster, grasping a breast with his free hand and pinching a nipple hard. Tensing my thighs, I held him close, pleasure making my body bow, the string taut and begging to be snapped.

And then he stopped.

Exhaling a whoosh of air, my hips protested by trying to push against his mouth, though he’d raised his head and was now dragging his tongue up my stomach. Muscles rippling with unreleased tension, I found my voice, hoarse as it was.

“Why in bloody hell would you stop now? Christ, you bastard,” I demanded somewhat hysterically, even as his head ducked and his mouth wrapped around a nipple to suck. Gasping, I arched my back, pressing into the warmth of his mouth.

“I needed to kiss ye,” he whispered, voice low for propriety’s sake before making good on his statement, lowering his mouth over mine. My heart seemed to stop and start again in the span of a few seconds, stuttering enough that it made my breath hitch as his tongue slowly dragged over mine. It was the sort of kiss he poured himself into, and when I reciprocated, it was as if we’d finally managed to make the rest of the world fade away. Whoever was outside of our tent would never be as important as this moment; not to Jamie, and not to me.

Abandoning my mouth, I waited for him to descend upon my breast again, to possibly lavish the other with equal attention. When he didn’t, I opened my eyes only to find his face close to mine, memorizing me. I couldn’t see what shade of blue his eyes were, but I could picture them, a stormy, lust-filled shade of cobalt.

“Did you need to see me as well?” I asked, raising my head to close the space between us in another kiss. This one was chaste before he responded.

“‘Tis like gazing upon a painting, ye ken? Christ, you're beautiful, mo nighean donn. From the way yer hair curls around the nape of your neck,” he began, tugging lovingly at a curl, “To the way ye turn pink and glisten when I touch.” Jamie practically growled out his words and the effect had my hips pressing into his, desperately seeking him through obtrusive fabric.

“I want you inside of me,” I pleaded, whimpering the words across his mouth.

“I told ye, ye’ll ken when I’m ready for that,” he reminded me as his lips began another white-hot trail down my abdomen.

“Oh, Christ.”

It wasn’t the most eloquent thing I’d said, but once his mouth was over me, coherence was all but lost. I would never understand how he could send me spiraling so quickly, but under his deliberate and well-practiced ministrations, it wasn’t long before he had me writhing once more. Abruptly, Jamie pulled back, but not to tease; this time he got down to the serious business of making me lose my mind. Cupping my backside with his hands, he held me against him, tongue and lips unrelenting as I curled upward.

When I cried out his name, there wasn’t an ounce of caring to be found.

He shattered me thoroughly, fingers gripping my hips as I felt him raise his head. I wasn’t sure I could ever open my eyes again, let alone move as my body relaxed slowly into our makeshift bedding. Chest heaving, warm fingers circled my navel, followed by tongue. As if he weren’t hard as stone and wanting, he took his time dropping kisses to the random smattering of freckles on my body (one on my left hip, one just under my right breast, another behind my right ear) while idly stroking my skin.

With no real clue how much time had passed, I finally attempted to look at him just as he dropped a kiss to my forehead. At some point, while I was too far gone in pleasure, he’d moved over me, cockstand pressing against my belly as we finally kissed unhurriedly. This time when my tongue moved over his, it was to mimic how I wanted him to fill me, the way I wanted him to move. Each time his newly repositioned kilt brushed my skin I jerked involuntarily; every sensation was heightened, my body on high alert.

Taking the hint, Jamie reached between us and guided himself into my body with a hand shaking in unbridled want. Feeling him sink in slowly, inch by gratifying inch, was so incredibly good that it was nearly unbearable. He was perfect every time, but somehow, he was also better. He’d learned my body as if it were his sole purpose in life to find all of my pieces and assemble me blindfolded.

I quickly discovered that as he thrust, he wasn’t done teasing. When he pulled out of me completely I whimpered at the loss, but didn’t need to wait long to know what he was doing. Cock in hand, he teased us both, using himself to glide against me as his fingers would. He slid back and forth until he couldn’t bear it, burying himself inside of me once more with an unrestrained groan.

“So much--for avoiding gossip,” I laughed against his neck, but it ended on a moan into his hair.

“Dinna care,” he grunted in return, pistoning his hips harder. Now, he meant businesses. Now, he would be unrelenting until he’d made me shatter again, taking him with me. Leaning forward, his hands braced on either side of my head as he drove into me. Dimly, I realized our vocal appreciation for one another could have been completely muted and still, the entire camp would know what was happening thanks to the sound of flesh coming together over and over again.

Let them hear, I thought. I was Jamie’s, owned in every way by his soul.

My fingernails dug into the twisted scars on his back as I held on for dear life. He’d told me once that he could feel nothing in those scars anymore, and so I was unafraid to cling, sure to leave crescent-shaped imprints in my wake.

“I want to see ye, a nighean,” he managed in between panting breaths. When my hand dragged around his shoulder, he reached up and caught it in a kiss, then brought it back down to rest on my stomach. In one movement, I knew what he wanted.

Weeks ago, while still at Lallybroch, I’d proposed he watch while I pleasured myself. He’d been curious, I’d been obliging, and now he was a man obsessed. Without hesitation (and while wondering how much he could actually see), I brought my hand between us. Every time he thrust, my hand brushed the root of his cock, and I wondered if that was the reason for his request. He didn’t need to see, he only wanted to feel. The knowledge of that, of knowing he didn’t only need my body, he needed me, made pleasure ignite as if a flame to gasoline. Instinctively, as muscles tightened and spasmed, Jamie pulled me up against his chest before driving home again, then once more before groaning my name and spilling into me.

When I cried out his name in pleasure and gratification, nothing was on my mind save for telling myself to continue a slow grind against him in order to extend my pleasure.

Breathing hard, Jamie’s nose dragged up my shoulder until his face pressed against my neck. Kissing me there, one hand drifted over my hip as he laid me down once more. The gesture was a distraction as his fingers continued a familiar pattern against swollen flesh, and this time didn’t stop until I made a loud, keening sound in the back of my throat. As light exploded in a kaleidoscope behind my eyelids, I wasn’t aware of anything save the sound of my own heartbeat thudding in my ears. Eventually, the dull roar of blood coursing through my veins faded, and I was able to take a deep breath. It shuddered out of me and I reached for Jamie, needing the closeness of him.

Always, he was a step ahead of me, and with a little bit of rearranging, I was eventually resting with my head on his chest. I could hear the lub-dub of his heartbeat, the sound reassuring as it slowly settled into a normal rhythm.

“Dinna think ye were able to keep as quiet as ye thought,” Jamie said with a smirk of satisfaction I could hear in his voice.

“Neither were you,” I pointed out on a laugh.

“Hmm. Dinna seem to recall I ever boasted otherwise, either,” Jamie pretended to think. I heard that grin in the dark as well.

With a kiss to his skin, I nuzzled the hair peppering his chest before settling once more. “Are you pleased with yourself, James Fraser?”

Jamie dropped a kiss to the top of my head. “That depends. Are ye well served, Sassenach?”

I stretched my body out against his, even flexing my toes as residual pleasure trickled up and down my spine. “You’ll have no complaints from me,” I teased fondly, sighing contentedly as I relaxed against him.

“Then aye, Sassenach. I’m verra well pleased wi’ myself. At least on this day.”

We fell asleep not long after, a mess of tangled limbs limp with exhaustion. And in the morning, as we emerged from our tent to knowing glances and awkward avoidance, I didn’t try to hide my well-satisfied smile.

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The Oath | Ch. 28 “I’d pick you a thousand times”

a/n: thank you so so much for reading and commenting! This chapter has been a long time coming, but I’m so pleased with it so I hope you enjoy xx

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June 16th, 2020

A warm breeze blew through the open window of the second story at Lallybroch. It lifted a stray curl off of Claire’s shoulder, making her shiver. Glancing in the mirror, she was shocked at her appearance. Her makeup was light and natural, with a subtle shade of pink lipstick and eyeshadow to compliment her amber eyes. The curls that normally were untamable had decided to cooperate today, and were piled in a loose bun at the back of her head.

Claire was getting married today.

It would be a small affair, only forty people or so. The garden at Lallybroch had been decorated beautifully — twinkling lights hung from trees, a rock path towards the arch greenery she had helped cultivate over the past few months.

Murtgah had registered to become ordained and would be marrying them — he’d been practicing his lines all week. Jamie and Claire had written their own vows, vows that Claire had been writing for weeks.

Dabbing another swipe of blush across her cheek, Claire was satisfied with her makeup. She stood up from the dressing table, and walked over to the wardrobe, pulling out her dress. It was a cream colored satin with a low cut swooping back, a cinched waist with ten small buttons starting at her hips and short sleeves. The fit was elegant and showed off her best assets, highlighting her long legs as it just touched the ground when she wore her heels.

“Are ye ready to get into that?” Jenny asked from across the room. She laid Kitty down on bed and rose to help Claire.

“I suppose at some point I should,” Claire grinned and began to undo the few buttons at the waist. “I can’t believe I found this dress on the sale rack.”

“It’s beautiful,” Jenny commented. “But ye ken, Jamie would like ye in a potato sack!”

Laughing at the truth of Jenny’s statement, Claire dropped her robe, laying it on a chair nearby. The close fit of the dress and material made it nearly impossible to wear undergarments — which she was sure Jamie would have no problem with later.

Jenny held out the dress, and helped her step into it, pulling it up along her body. It fit like a glove, and Claire slid her arms into the sleeves, situating it. She waited for Jenny to close up the buttons in the back before walking over towards the mirror.

“I guess I couldn’t really wear white,” Claire commented and looked over at her nine month old daughter laying on the bed with her cousin. She smiled as she looked at her daughter, adorned with the cutest sand colored flower girl dress.

“Och, who cares if ye wear white or no’?” Jenny said as she straightened the sleeves of Claire’s dress. “Tis no’ like anyone here kens that ye havena had a bairn wi’ the man yer about to marry. White will wash ye out anyway,” Jenny grinned into the mirror.

“You’re right,” Claire commented, smoothing out her dress. Her hands were shaking slightly, the nerves creeping in.

“No’ gettin’ any cold feet are we now?” Jenny commented on her shaky hands.

“No,” Claire shook her head. “In fact, my feet are a bit sweaty.”

“I’ll go and turn down the AC, dinna fash,” Jenny said and left Claire on her own, making sure to shut the door — Jamie was somewhere in the house, getting ready as well.

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“Taing Dhia for kilts,” Jamie said, wiping his brow. “They let in a nice wee breeze on yer bollocks.”

“I’ve never been more grateful to no’ be wearin’ any underwear,” Murtagh remarked, stretching himself out on the bed.

The men — Jamie, Murtagh, and Ian were gathered in one of the guest rooms on the bottom floor while Claire was upstairs in the Laird’s room. Jamie had barely slept last night, mainly because Claire and him had decided to stay in separate rooms the night before the wedding and also because he was so excited.

He could remember every detail about the night they had met at this very house almost a year and a half ago. The fuzzy sweater Claire had worn to match her fuzzy head of hair. The puff of breath as she stood out in the cold, her arms wrapped around herself to keep warm. Jamie had watched her for several minutes before deciding to say something. She had moved a curl behind her ear, and his fingers had twitched, wondering what that felt like.

From the moment he laid eyes on Claire Beauchamp, his heart belonged to her. Who knew it would take a one night stand, a baby and a lawsuit to finally be able to call her his wife?

“And yer new bride will be thankful for the lack of underwear as well,” Ian smirked, bumping him on the shoulder as he passed.

“Och, come on lads, tis no’ like I’m a virgin on my weddin’ day,” Jamie snorted and leaned back in his chair.

“We ken that much,” Murtagh said. “Ye’ve the sweetest bairn that came out of what ye and Claire did before ye were marrit.”

“Speakin’ of bairns, are ye and Claire goin’ to have any more of them? Young Jamie was just askin’ me the other day when he would get a new cousin,” Ian said.

“We havena talked in great lengths of havin’ another bairn, but Claire and I want another for sure. We just have to make it past our weddin’ day before we decide anythin’ else,” Jamie replied.

Jamie rose and walked over to pour himself a dram, glancing at the clock on the bedside table. Only thirty more minutes before the ceremony began — thirty more minutes that felt like eternity.

“If ye’ll excuse me lads,” Jamie downed his drink. “I’m just goin’ to the bathroom so I dinna wet myself up at the front.”

“Hurry back,” Murtagh said in a sing song voice.

Chuckling to himself, Jamie walked out of the room, but instead of going to the bathroom, he made his way up the stairs and towards the Laird’s room. He could hear Jenny talking inside and then footsteps approached the door. He jumped out of the way and hid around the corner, hearing Jenny tell Claire she would be right back.

Once Jenny was out of sight, Jamie knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Claire said and Jamie opened the door.

“Jamie!” Claire gasped. “What are you doing in here? It’s bad luck!”

“My eyes are closed, Sassenach!” Jamie said, covering his eyes with his hand for extra precaution. “I just came to talk to ye for a minute.”

He couldn’t see her, but he reached out his hand for her and gently, her fingers slid into his hand.

“Is Madeline in here?” Jamie asked.

“Yes she’s on the bed with Kitty, and thankfully she hasn’t seen you yet.”

“I’ll be quick, I promise, Sassenach,” Jamie said.

“Turn around,” Claire said. “I don’t want to take any chances.”

“Alright,” he grinned and did as she said, still holding onto her hand.

“Well,” Claire gripped his hand. “What did you have to say to me that couldn’t wait until after we were married? You’re not coming in to tell me you’ve fallen in love with another woman are you?”

“God no, a nighean,” he squeezed her fingers. “My heart is already owned by two bonnie lasses. It’s me that should be concerned about ye catchin’ the attention of another man and runnin’ away wi’ him. Ye look beautiful, Claire.”

“I thought you had your eyes closed!” Claire squeaked.

“I did!” Jamie said. “I didna see ye I swear it, but I just ken that ye look beautiful in yer dress. Any man would be lucky to have ye, and so I suppose what I’m tryin’ to say here is that I’m grateful for ye pickin’ me.”

“Oh, Jamie,” Claire rubbed his hand with her thumb. “I’d pick you a thousand times.”

“I also just wanted to come and talk to ye about our parents,” Jamie said softly. He could hear Claire’s intake of breath, and his own heart was clenched, remembering that they couldn’t be here today.

“I ken that we both want nothin’ more for our Mam’s and Da’s to be here wi’ us today, and for yer Da to walk ye down the aisle. For yer Mam to give ye somethin’ blue or somethin’ borrowed. I wish my parents were here to see Madeline,” he sniffed, a tear falling down his cheek. “I wish more than anything that she had her grandparents here so they could spoil her rotten and love her more than they love us.”

“I want that too, Jamie,” Claire said through what sounded like tears of her own.

“They are here wi’ us, Sassenach. I can feel them, can’t ye?” He asked her.

“I can,” she squeezed his hand. “I want to kiss you very badly right now.”

“Will a hug do?” He asked. “I promise to keep my eyes closed the whole time.”

Claire let go of his hand then, and he could tell she was standing in front of him. All it would take would be to open his eye slightly and he could see her, but for Claire’s sake he kept them closed. Both her arms wrapped around his waist, and her head pressed against his chest. They both sighed, sharing in each other’s pain and heartache. Sometimes the happiest days were also the hardest.

“You should leave before Jenny comes back,” Claire said as she released him. “Besides, it won’t be long now before I walk down the aisle.”

“The last thing I need is Jenny twisting my arm,” Jamie chuckled. Claire placed her hand on his lower back and helped to guide him out of the room.

“I’ll see you soon, my love,” she said.

“I’ll see ye soon, mo chridhe,” Jamie grinned and turned around, waiting for the sound of the door closing.

As he started walking down the hallway, Jenny came from the other direction, her eyes squinted, staring at him.

“Where did ye just come from, James Fraser?” She pointed a finger at him. “I ken it wasna Claire’s room because that’s bad luck before a weddin’.”

“I kept my eyes closed the whole time, Janet,” Jamie laughed and then Jenny took hold of his earlobe between her fingers.

“Ye rascal, ye leave that girl alone! Ye’ll have her all to yerself for the next week. Let her dress in peace,” she scolded him. Then she let go of his ear and fluffed up his hair, standing on her toes to kiss his cheek. “I’m happy that ye couldna wait to see her, Jamie, but ye better not have peeked at the dress or I’ll have yer throat.”

“I didna!” He held up both hands. “Now, if ye’ll excuse me, I best be gettin’ back to my own room.” Jamie kissed his sister on the cheek, avoiding her swatting hands and made his way back to his own room.

“That was the longest piss break,” Murtagh said as soon as he came back into the room. “Did ye fall in?”

“Oh, shut it ye old clot,” Jamie smirked. He glanced at the clock, ten minutes to go. “I suppose I should be puttin’ on my boots now and makin’ my way to the alter.”

“If ye want to get marrit, then aye ye should,” Ian laughed.

Jamie was supposed to carry Madeline down the aisle, but she was still in the room with Claire and Jenny.

“Ian, can ye go find yer wife and tell her I need Madeline and that we’re about to head outside?” Jamie asked.

“Aye, I’ll be back,” Ian dashed out of the room.

Murtagh finally sat up from the bed and walked over to Jamie, straightening his tie. “Yer parents would be proud of ye, Jamie. Not just of the beautiful bride and child ye have, but of the success of the business as well.”

“Thank ye, Murtagh,” Jamie smiled. “It means a lot comin’ from ye.”

“Dinna thank me just yet,” the older man smirked. “There’s still time for me to mess up my part of the weddin’.”

“Ye’ve only a few lines,” Jamie shook his head. “Try no’ to mess it up for Claire’s sake.”

“Och, nah. I’d do anything for the lass,” Murtagh said. “Now, let’s go and get ye properly hitched.”

The two men walked out into the hallway and were met by Ian who was holding Madeline and Kitty in his arms. Maggie and Young Jamie were with Geillis in the living room, trying to keep entertained while they waited. Maggie would walk down with Kitty as flower girls while Jamie carried Mads seeing as how she still wasn’t able to walk yet.

“Give me my pretty lass,” Jamie held out his hands for Madeline, taking the smiling child. “Ye look so beautiful a leannan.”

“Daghsshg,” Madeline blubbered.

“That sounded like Da to me,” Jamie kissed her nose. “Let’s go marry yer mam.”

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Everything had gone smoothly so far. The children had managed to walk down the aisle without falling, and Madeline hadn’t fussed while Jamie carried her. At least that’s what Geillis told Claire as they waited for their cue. Geillis was Claire’s made of honor, and Jenny another bridesmaid.

“I think tis yer turn, Jenny,” Geillis said and Jenny walked out of the house, towards the garden area.

“I can’t believe it’s finally happening,” Claire smiled.

“I canna either. Ye two have been through hell, but ye made it out the other side,” her friend hugged her, trying not to cry.

“Who knows, maybe you and Lily are next!” Claire grinned.

“Who knows,” Geillis winked and then turned for her cue to walk outside.

Claire took several deep breaths, and gripped the bouquet of forget-me-nots tightly. A man cleared his throat beside her and she looked over to see her Uncle Lamb. He told her that he couldn’t make it, due to being in quarantine after getting sick while on an excavation in Egypt. She hadn’t seen him in over two years.

“Lamb!” Claire shouted and threw her arms around his neck. He grabbed her, holding her close.

“My Claire,” he smiled, lifting her off the ground. “I wouldn’t miss this day for the world, and for the chance to meet my great niece.”

“I thought you couldn’t come! I thought you were still sick and recovering?” Claire said, looking him over. He looked a little pale and a light sheen of sweat was on his forehead, but that could have been the heat outside.

“I was released from quarantine two months ago, but still laid up in the hospital. I didna want to get your hopes up my dear and tell you I could come when I wasn’t too sure,” he said. “It was touch and go there, but I’m here now and I’m going to walk you down the aisle.”

“I love you Lamb,” Claire hugged him. “I can’t wait for you to meet Madeline, and Jamie!”

“Well, it will be happening pretty soon, looks like its our turn,” Lamb took her arm, looping it through his. If Claire couldn’t have her father walk her down the aisle, she was perfectly happy with her favorite uncle in the whole world.

The garden was beautiful, and as Claire and Lamb walked outside and towards the garden, she felt tears spring to her eyes already. Every step towards Jamie was a step closer toward her future. As they turned the corner, she saw him — Fraser kilt on and everything.

He took her breath away, and she focused on his beaming face as she approached the alter Claire was gripping Lamb’s arm so tight that he winced and she laughed, letting go a bit. Looking over to her left, she saw Madeline in Geillis’ arms, smiling and waving at her.

“Hi little miss,” Claire smiled at her daughter before turning her attention back to Jamie.

“Sassenach,” Jamie said, his voice strained as if he’d been crying.

“This is my Uncle Lamb,” Claire said proudly as her uncle handed Jamie Claire’s arm.

“Tis a pleasure to meet ye sir, I’m sure we’ll have a chance to catch up later, but now,” he looked at Claire. “I’d like to marry yer niece.”

“She’s all yours,” Lamb grinned and kissed Claire’s cheek before finding his seat up front.

“Ye may be seated,” Murtagh said from the front. “Today, we are gathered to witness the union — finally — of Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp and James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser,” he said. “Ye’ve a lot of names lad.”

Everyone laughed and then Murtagh continued with the ceremony. A moment later it came time for their vows and Geillis handed Claire her vows and Ian handed Jamie his vows.

“Jamie,” Clarie read, glancing from her paper to Jamie and smiled. “Our life so far has been complicated. Beyond complicated, but that doesn’t mean that it hasn’t been worth it. Every second with you is not enough and I pray to God that I can have an infinite amount of seconds to spend with you. You make me laugh, smile, cry and happier than I could have ever imagined.” Claire sniffed and wiped her nose. Jamie was gripping her free hand so tightly it was fit to fall off.

“Not only have you made me the happiest woman on earth, but you’ve given me the greatest gift on earth — our daughter, Madeline. She was unexpected,” Claire laughed and someone in the crowd whistled. “But she is everything to me now and I couldn’t picture my life without her, or without you. I love you so much, Jamie Fraser.”

“I love ye, Claire,” Jamie smiled. “Och, my turn.”

Jamie cleared his throat and looked down at his paper and then looked at Claire with such devotion.

“Sassenach, mo chridhe, mo nighean donn, Claire,” he said softly. “I love that ye get cold when it’s twenty-one degrees outside. I love that it takes ye an hour to order a sandwich. I love that ye get a wee crinkle above yer nose when yer lookin’ at me like I’m a loon. I love that when I hug ye, I can still smell yer perfume on my clothes later that night. Yer the last person I want to talk to when I go to sleep and the first person I want to kiss when I wake up,” Jamie said. He’d written his vows weeks ago, but memorized every word.

“Things havena always been easy or perfect, but life isna perfect. It’s messy, and tis goin’ to have roadblocks, but there’s nobody else I would rather face those roadblocks wi’ than ye, Sassenach. Ye truly are blood of my blood and bone of my bone and I’ll love ye until my very last breath,” Jamie smiled and squeezed both of Claire’s hands.

“Beautiful,” Murtagh smiled. “We’ll now have the exchanging of the rings.”

Young Jamie came forward and held out a small wooden box that contained both of their rings.

“Thank ye lad,” Jamie grinned down at his namesake. He then took Claire’s wedding band and held it on her left ring finger and repeated after Murtagh. Jamie then slipped the ring on to Claire’s hand and Claire followed the same steps.

“It is by the power vested in me by the internet,” Murtagh grinned. “I now pronounce ye husband and wife. Ye may kiss yer bride!”

Cheers went up all around them, but all Claire focused on was Jamie. He cupped her cheeks, pulling her close to him and kissed her deeply. Slowly, he bent her over backwards, making the cheering sound louder.

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The garden was transformed into a dance floor, and after Jamie and Claire had said their thanks for everyone coming to celebrate with them, Jamie took his new bride out for their first dance.

“If I havena said it already, ye look beautiful, Sassenach,” Jamie kissed her.

“Thank you,” she grinned. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

The song You Make Me Feel So Young by Frank Sinatra came over the speakers.

“May I have this dance milady?” Jamie asked.

“You may,” Claire grinned, taking his hand and resting her other on his shoulder.

You make me feel so young You make me feel as though spring has sprung And every time I see you grin I'm such a happy individual

Jamie spun his wife around, twirling her and then wrapped his arms around her, singing along to the song.

The moment that you speak I wanna go play hide and seek I wanna go and bounce the moon Just like a toy balloon You and I are just like a couple of tots Runnin' across the meadow Pickin' up lots of forget me nots

“Jamie and Claire would now ask that everyone who’s in love or every has been would come and join them on the dance floor,” their DJ said into the mic.

Jenny came over to them in the middle of the dance floor, carrying Madeline and handed her to Jamie.

“Now, I’ve got my best lasses. All is right in the world,” he kissed Madeline’s cheek.

Claire placed her hand on Madeline’s back and together they swayed to the music as a family. Laughing as Madeline clapped her hands together, Claire had never felt so happy in all her life.

“Sassenach,” Jamie grinned. “Ye werena the first lass I kissed, but I swear ye’ll be the last.”

He bent his head to kiss her, but then at the last second turned and placed a sloppy wet kiss on Madeline’s cheek.

“She’s the only other girl I’ll let you kiss,” Claire laughed and then cupped his cheek. “Now kiss me, husband.”

Chapter 29: Santorini

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Chapter Nine

Jamie and Claire were hiding in the old Broch on the Lallybroch lands. Claire didn’t think it looked very structurally sound but Jamie assured her they’d be fine. She’d been inside, helping Jenny with some chores when Jamie sent Young Jamie with a message that she should meet him. Claire had wandered into the scene before her, Jamie sitting on a blanket next to a picnic basket, a large smile on his face.

“Would ye care to join me?” he asked, gesturing to the blanket.

Claire matched his smile, sitting down right next to him. She leaned in to kiss him. “I would love to.”

Jamie grinned as he started unpacking the basket. He handed her two wrapped sandwiches and set out a plate of fruit. Claire laughed as she looked at the contents of the basket. “Was this just the lunch we would have had inside?”

Jamie nodded. “More or less. I told Jenny I had something I needed yer help with and that I’d just take our lunches wi’ us. I canna say if she believed me or not.”

“And you’re sure this isn’t just all going to collapse on us?” Claire asked, eyeing the structure around them.

“I mean at some point we should probably tell Jenny and Ian the truth, but tis complicated, is it no’?” Jamie said, handing Claire a glass of water.

She stared at him for a moment in confusion. “I meant the tower,” she clarified, pointing up at the ceiling.

Jamie laughed, covering his face with his hands. “Of course ye did. Yes, we’ll be fine here.”

“Makes me wonder though, are you worried about...this,” she gestured between them, “collapsing on us?”

Jamie took a deep breath as he looked back over at Claire. “There’s no denying that it’s a complicated situation.” Claire nodded. “But I think we should be alright. Do you?”

Claire scooted closer to Jamie on the blanket, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I do. I know that I’m not going to just give up on anything. I want to be with you.”

Jamie rested his forehead against hers. “As do I, Sassenach.”

They shared a small moment, their feelings laid bare between them. Soon, the moment ended and they turned back to their picnic. They ate their sandwiches in a comfortable silence, Claire’s shoulder leaned against his. It was a quiet peace from the rest of the world. Jamie took a drink from his cup as he turned and looked at her. He placed a kiss on her shoulder, drawing her attention. “I was thinking about our time at the camp.”

“Oh?”

“Tis how I thought of this picnic,” he explained. “I remembered our clandestine meetings outside the tent.”

Claire laughed. “You make it sound much more dramatic than it was.”

“Twas nice to escape those days,” Jamie recalled, a far off look in his eyes. “I remember feeling like at any time someone could figure out our secret and blow it all to hell.”

Claire laid her head on his shoulder, curling herself in closer to him. “I was afraid of that too. I’d lied to so many people.”

Jamie turned his head to place a kiss on her crown. “Ye were far too good to me.”

“No,” she disagreed. “I was being selfish. I couldn’t let you leave.”

Jamie brought his hand to her cheek, bringing her to look at him. He held her gaze for a long moment before he met her for a deep kiss. It was slow and unhurried with a multitude of emotions between them. Claire’s hands reached up to caress his cheeks as he pulled her closer still.

Slowly, they separated, looking to each other. Jamie stroked a lock of hair away from her face. “Sometimes I still canna believe ye came here,” he whispered. “That I got to see ye again.”

Claire smiled, stroking his cheek with her thumb. “I know the feeling.”

They sat, watching each other for a long moment, absorbing the miracle of their presence in each other’s lives again. Soon, the moment was over as they went back to their picnic, conversing on life at Lallybroch. It all seemed so normal, so simple. Jamie talked of chores he needed to get done. Claire shared a story of something silly Wee Jamie had said. They spoke of their mutual excitement for the new baby that was still a few months away.

They lounged, taking full advantage of the time they had alone. Claire sat with her back to the wall of the broch, Jamie’s head in her lap. Her fingers wove through his curls absentmindedly. “Claire?” Jamie asked, breaking their silence.

“Yes?”

“Do ye have any problem wi’ me telling Jenny and Ian? About this, I mean?” he asked, not looking up at her.

Claire leaned forward, catching his eye. “Why would I have a problem?”

“I dinna ken. Perhaps because it’s complicated a bit,” he voiced with a shrug.

“You’re right, it is. But they feel like the closest thing I’ve had to family in a long time,” Claire reasoned. “I don’t want to be keeping a secret this big from them.”

Jamie sat up and looked at her. “Aye, I dinna want to do that either. And from things Jenny and Ian have both said to me, I doubt they’d be all that surprised.”

Claire laughed, leaning her head back against the wall. “You’re quite right. Neither of them have been all that subtle. How long had I been here when Ian just asked me outright?”

Jamie shook his head, an annoyed look on his face. “I couldha killed him.”

Claire reached over and laid her hand on his cheek. “He was right though.” Suddenly a look crossed her face and she dropped her hand to her lap.

“What is it, a nighean?”

She took a deep breath. “Do you think they’ll think less of me?”

Jamie took both her hands in his. “No,” he said vehemently. “I promise ye they willna. They ken what yer situation is.”

“You really think so?” she asked, an unsure look on her face.

Jamie leaned closer, resting his forehead against hers. “I really do. They care about ye.”

She nodded slightly. Jamie pulled her in closer, essentially on his lap, as he held her close to him. Planting a kiss on her temple, he continued to reassure her.

* * *

Jamie waited until he had a moment alone with Jenny. Ian had wandered upstairs with Young Jamie. Claire saw the look on Jamie’s face and came up with an excuse to leave the room. Jenny was drying the last dish when she turned around and saw Jamie waiting awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen.

“Something on yer mind, Brother?”

“I suppose,” he started, taking a deep breath. He walked over and sat at the table. Jenny raised a brow, watching him. “I was thinking about what ye have tried multiple times to get me to admit.”

“Jamie, that could be a number of things,” she joked. Her eyes flitted toward the hall before looking back at him. “Would this be about Claire?”

Jamie nodded, looking down at the table. Suddenly, he understood why Claire had been so nervous. As he was about to tell her, he started to worry how she’d react. “Aye,” he said in a small voice.

“Ye’ve finally come to terms wi’ it then?” Jenny asked, fidgeting with a towel.

“I have. Finally allowed myself to really acknowledge it,” he informed her.

“And?”

Jamie sighed. “And I told her.”

Jenny’s eyes widened. “Ye did? Christ, Jamie, she’s still marrit!”

Jamie threw his arms out. “Well then why were ye pushin’ me to admit my feelings to myself if I wasna supposed to do anything about it?”

“Well how did she react?”

“She feels the same way. Twas actually Claire who started the conversation,” he told her.

“So what now? I mean, Jamie, I know the two of ye feel a certain way for each other,” Jenny said, clearly avoiding a specific word, “but the fact of the matter is, she’s still marrit to another man. Have ye thought of that?”

Jamie rolled his eyes. “No, Jenny. That just never occurred to me. I thought she was here just to pass the time.” He shook his head at her. “Of course I’ve thought of that.”

“Well then what do the two of ye plan to do about it?”

“I dinna ken exactly,” he admitted. Jenny opened her mouth but Jamie held up a hand to stop her. “We need to figure out a way that she can start the process of separating herself from him wi’out him figuring out where she is. And that seems incredibly complicated. There arena many women who can file for divorce, Janet.”

“Surely she could have a case. The man beat her!”

Jamie nodded. “Aye, I’m sure so. But if he finds her, there’s no telling what he could do to her. I ken it’s no’ ideal, but we just need to take our time on it so she doesna end up getting more hurt.”

Jenny sighed, planting herself in the chair across from him. “I understand. And ye’re right. Tis very complicated. And I’m sure when ye’re living under the same roof and spend every day together, it’s no’ as though ye can just ignore these feelings. Especially when she wants to be rid of the man as it is. I just...I want ye to be careful.”

“Careful?”

“Wi’ her. And wi’ yer heart,” Jenny elaborated. “Both of ye have been through a lot, Jamie. I dinna want either of ye to get more hurt than ye already have been. Just be careful wi’ each other. Alright?”

Jamie gave her a small smile. “Aye, I will.”

They sat there in a long silence. “So what about Ned?” Jenny finally said.

“I thought of him, but last I heard he was living in Inverness. Tis no’ like we could take her there,” Jaime said with a shake of his head.

Jenny reached over and grabbed his hand. “We’ll think of something.” She squeezed his hand in hers. “I’ve just one question for ye.” Jamie nodded. “Does she make ye happy?”

Jamie breathed out a laugh. “Verra much so.”

“Tis all a sister could ask for.”

* * *

Once they settled into the lie, things became very easy at the camp. Claire would routinely “check” Jamie’s wounds. Privately, she would also check in to see how he was faring. She could tell that the extra time was helping him. His nightmares had become less frequent. He still had them, of course, but by his own admission, they weren’t as often.

Claire started spending more time away from the tent. Well, at least when she could. She still saw patients and helped heal the soldiers coming in, but she didn’t linger as long as she used to. Her fight with Nurse Smith had left her wary. She didn’t want people to catch on to her lie. On her off times, she found herself wandering toward the patch of trees where she and Jamie had devised their plan.

One day, she wandered out there, bringing along her lunch from the mess hall. She needed to get away from the others. The air in the tents had been too stifling. Sitting among the wildflowers, she realized she wasn’t alone. The sound of footsteps alerted her to someone’s approach. Looking up, she saw Jamie coming closer. He planted himself down on the ground next to her. “Sassenach.”

“Jamie,” she replied. “What are you doing here?”

“Just needed to step away,” he explained. “What about ye?”

She looked over, a reluctant smile on her face. “Same.”

They sat in silence for a bit as Claire finished her lunch. “How are ye doing?” Jamie asked. She looked over at him, confusion on her face. “Ye ask about how I’m doing constantly. We hardly ever talk about how ye’re handling things.”

Claire was so touched by the thought. It was true though, for more than just the pair of them. Most of the world was worried about the soldiers. She never felt that concern about the combat nurses or doctors. “I’m alright,” she answered. Jamie fixed her with a knowing look. “I’m worried, a bit. But I know what I did was right so I can’t feel too badly about it. Nurse Smith knows I lied though and if Campbell finds out…”

“I thought he said twas up to ye to clear me,” Jamie recalled.

“He did. But I just fear he’ll change his mind or something,” she said with a shrug.

Jamie took a deep breath. “Should I come clean? Should I ask to be sent back? I can do it. I think.”

Claire turned to him, laying her hand on his arm. “Absolutely not. We lied for a reason. You need to heal, Jamie. I’m not taking that away from you. You’re not leaving until you feel absolutely ready to. Do you hear me?”

Jamie smiled as he nodded to her. “Aye, I hear ye.”

“And are you ready to leave?” she asked, her brows raised.

“No’ quite yet,” Jamie admitted.

“Then you’re staying.” She shook her head as she let out a huff. “Don’t let my fears steer you to do something stupid.”

Jamie laughed. “Verra well.”

Soon their conversation steered to better things, life back home, jokes about the quality of food in the mess hall, things they missed. And somehow, their accidental meeting in the woods became more purposeful as the weeks carried on. Many times, they’d sneak off separately, finding solace in the private conversations they had away from prying eyes and ears.

Claire worried that their secret meetings would make it harder for her when he finally left. She wondered if she could convince him to wait there until the war ended. It wasn’t likely. It didn’t seem to be ending anytime soon. There would reach a day when the jig would be up and people would wonder why he was still at the camp. Each time it came to mind, she pushed it away. He kept insisting that he wasn’t ready to go back.

She grew concerned one day when she went to the woods and he never showed up. Rather than walking back to the tent and confronting him, she shrugged it off. It happened three more times. Concern grew within her. He still seemed healthy. They spoke when she checked in on him. His mental state was improving, but not to the point where she thought she should send him back. But why would he stop going to their hiding spot? She could have sworn he needed it as much as she did.

It was five missed days later when Jamie finally showed up in the woods again. Claire’s face lit up as he approached. “You made it!” she said excitedly.

“I need to speak wi’ ye,” Jamie told her, standing a good distance away from her.

“Okay. What’s going on?” she asked hesitantly.

Jamie stared down at his feet for a long beat before looking up at her. His face was hardened, no expression upon it. “I need ye to tell Dr. Campbell I’m clear to return.”

Claire drew back, horror coursing through her. “I’m sorry, what?”

* * *

Ian stormed into the house, slamming the door behind him. Jamie and Claire jumped up, following him into the kitchen. “What’s the matter, Ian?” Jamie asked, standing away from him.

“The blasted tractor broke!”

“Why were ye even on the tractor?” Jenny asked. “Tis December. We finished up the harvest weeks ago.”

“I was trying to get it back to the shed and it got hooked on a root and the blade broke,” Ian told.

“We dinna have need for it till the spring anyway,” Jamie offered. “I’m sure it will be fine.”

“Do ye really think it’s wise to wait until spring to fix it?” Ian asked, a questioning look in his eye. “That’s irresponsible, Jamie.”

Jamie held up his hands in defense. “Sorry. I just dinna want ye to worry about it too much. We dinna need it immediately.”

“I need to go to Edinburgh to get the part for it,” Ian said with a frustrated look.

“Do ye need to go all the way there?” Jamie asked. “Ye canna find it anywhere closer?” Ian shook his head. Jamie sighed. He glanced over at Claire quickly. “I’ll go.”

All eyes turned to Jamie. Claire furrowed her brow. “Why would ye volunteer to go?” Ian asked.

Jamie shrugged. “Ye shouldna want to leave yer pregnant wife. She gets closer to giving birth each day.”

Jenny frowned. “I still have quite a while.”

“Still,” Jamie insisted. “I’ll go. I can leave in a couple days. We dinna need it urgently. But I can take care of it.”

Claire was silent but watched Jamie with a curious expression. Ian shrugged. “Up to ye, mate. Tis fine by me.”

Jamie nodded, strolling from the room. Claire followed him. “You’re going to Edinburgh? Why were you so insistent on going?”

Jamie turned around, drawing her close. “Edinburgh is a long way from Inverness. I thought we could go together.”

Claire raised her eyebrows. “You want me to go with you?”

“They’d never look for ye there.” He watched her as she toyed with the idea.

She took a deep breath, winding her arms around his neck. “And what would we do there?”

Jamie shrugged. “Get the new blade for the tractor?” Claire rolled her eyes, grinning despite herself. He pulled her flush against him. “Just be together, perhaps? No one to bother us. No one who kens the truth of us.” Claire smiled, looking into his eyes. “What do ye think?”

Claire leaned up and kissed him softly. “I think it sounds wonderful.”

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