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Part one and two. Part three.
Tensing her thighs, Claire bit into the pillow to try and muffle her loud groans. Jamie, having woken before her, had slid himself beneath the sheet and had cleverly buried his head between her thighs. Gasping, Claire moved her shaky hands lower until she found the crown of Jamie’s head. His soft curls tickled the pads of her fingers as his tongue danced lightly against her delicate flesh.
It was pleasure and agony all rolled into one.
Moaning against her, Jamie gripped her legs more tightly, his fingers digging into her skin as he licked his lips, drew another breath and continued.
“Oh…G-God…” Claire moaned, her hips rolling further into the mattress as she curled her toes and tried desperately to cling to reality enough not to suffocate Jamie.
“…I…want…you…” she groaned, her words no more than a whisper as she writhed causing the bed to creak underneath their joint weight. “I want you inside me, Jamie.”
Shaking his head, Jamie breathed softly against her before kissing her again, his mouth latching onto her as he sucked as gently as his was able, his teeth grazing her moist flesh as he tried to hold her steady. She was becoming more vocal now, her chest rising and falling jaggedly as she lapsed in and out of consciousness, her lucidity flowing in waves as she basked in the feeling emanating from her belly upwards.
Fluttering her eyes open and closed and open once more, Claire tried to focus on the growing warmth as it built, but at the last minute she remembered the decision she was about to make and squeezed her eyes closed again. Shaking the feeling, she thrust her chest upwards and splayed her legs, releasing Jamie just enough that he could securly rest his shoulders between her thighs.
Sensing the change, Jamie adjusted his rhythm, making sure to have her squirming, driving any thought from her head as his fingers joined his tongue in a joint tempo that caused Claire to cry out as she came undone - loudly.
Panting, Claire twitched, her head falling to the right as she glanced down at Jamie through hooded lids.
“Where did you learn to do that?” She asked breathlessly not really wanting an answer but unable to hold her tongue.
“I’ll tell ye one thing, lass,” Jamie replied, pushing himself up to lie beside her, “it wasna a class in school.”
“She must have been a lucky girl.”
“Do ye feel lucky, Claire?” He asked quietly, wrapping his arms around her and bringing her against his warm chest.
“I feel…conflicted,” she answered honestly, her heart weighing heavy in her chest. “I know I still have a day or so to decide but I feel like everything has been tainted by it.”
“Yes. It’s at the back of my mind constantly, this dark cloud that suddenly appears when I least want it…begging me to make a choice.”
“Then make it, Claire. Do it and be happy wi’ whatever you do. I ken it’s an important choice, but if ye said yes would you be happy? In turn, if ye turned it down and stayed here would ye regret no’ taking it or would you simply carry on wi’ life?”
“The job itself is an amazing chance, Jamie,” she said, her hand seeking his as she twinned their fingers over his breastbone, “but…”
“…but I’d be alone again. In a strange city.”
“Ye’d make friends easily, Claire. Is the job worth the risk?” He asked, playing devil’s advocate as he tried to remove his own personal feelings from the equation.
Sighing loudly, Claire nodded. “It is, yes.”
Her tone betrayed her and Jamie moved to kiss her damp forehead as he tickled the pad of her foot with his toes. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t beg her to stay. Their chance meeting only a few days before, he recalled, had him drunk on her doorstep grief struck at his depressing break-up with Annalise. Now, in an extremely quick turnaround, he’d fallen hard for Claire in a way he couldn’t describe. But he couldn’t ask her to sacrifice a valid career choice for him on the back of a feeling, no matter how strong it was.
“Then ye have yer answer, Claire.”
“D-do you think…?” Claire began, the moisture evaporating from her mouth as she tried to voice the words. She’d promised herself - after Frank - that she wouldn’t simply jump into a relationship again head first. But Jamie was something else and honesty mattered more to her than her pride. “Is there anything to stay here for, Jamie?” She asked, her stomach twisting painfully as she voiced the question.
Butterflies battered her from the inside as she waited for Jamie’s response, her gaze solemnly focused on the rise and fall of Jamie’s bare belly.
“Where do yer relatives live?” He returned. She hadn’t mentioned anyone close, so he assumed that if she did have family they’d be somewhere in England, but from the sudden clenching of her shoulders he sensed that the question was an unwelcome one.
“It’s just me.” She stated plainly, closing herself off to further inquiry.
“Can you visit Boston and see if ye like it?”
“I could suggest it,” Claire sighed, “but I think it’s an all or nothing sort of deal. People beg, borrow and steal for this opportunity - I don’t think they need to entertain residents who’re having trouble making up their minds.”
“Then be bold, Claire. Ye ken the chance you’ve been given. If it isna yer standard offer then grab it wi’ both hands.”“I feel foolish,” Claire cut in, rolling herself on top of Jamie in one swift move that had Jamie staring up at her, awe-struck, “and distinctly anti-feminist because -even though it would be crazy to turn this down- part of me, quite a big part, is considering…staying in Inverness.”
“Do ye want that purely for yerself, Claire?” Jamie asked cautiously, his heart and head battling with one another as he fought not to get excited by her words.
“No,” she said calmly - more calmly than she felt internally, “I feel something for you, Jamie. And I know, logically, that it’s bordering insane, but the thought of upping and leaving seems unwise whilst I still have an amazing residency here and the chance to get to know you better. My career won’t suffer if I don’t accept this. I can still make great strides; I’d just do it with great British doctors instead of great American ones.”
Claire shimmied her hips lower before levering herself a little so she was hovering over him. Waiting, she leaned forwards and nudged her nose against his. Claire had a feeling Jamie felt the same, but he hadn’t openly asked her to stay. Maybe it was just the hormones talking. He’d woken her in the most amazing way this morning, and he wanted her now - she could feel him, hard and heavy between her legs, but lust and love were two completely different animals.
He was just coming out of a serious relationship; one that had ended similarly to hers but had featured more intimacy than she’d ever had with Frank. It was possible that this was just a passing fancy for Jamie, nothing more than a moment of avidity. Whereas, for her, in a moment of madness, she’d allowed him to take her virginity and that held some meaning for Claire.
“Christ, Claire,” Jamie cursed breathlessly, his hands raising to rest on her hips, “I dinna want to sway ye wi’ my feelings–”
“If you don’t feel the same, Jamie, you can say. I’ve simply been honest with you, you can do the same no matter the outcome.”
“Fuck, lass,” he said, his palms sweating madly, “I dinna want you to go. As daft as it might seem. I want you to stay too…because I feel something for ye as well.”
Lowering herself over him, Claire let out the breath she’d been holding, her heart finally beating a normal rhythm again. Watching, she licked her lips sensually as she settled herself against Jamie’s groin and stopped with her hands resting across his chest gently. “I want to stay,” she moaned, sweat sliding down her brow as she rolled her hips once, keeping Jamie buried deep inside her as she clenched her muscles as hard as she could. “I want to stay here with you.”
Reaching his hand upwards, Jamie slid his fingers through Claire’s loose curls and brought her lips down against his. Kissing her until she was breathless and gasping above him, Jamie nipped her bottom lip and then licked the dent he’d made with his tongue before whispered quietly to her. “I hope I never give ye cause to regret that, Claire.”
“You won’t, I’m sure.” Claire returned, kissing him hard as the sunlight began filtering through the small gap in the curtains.
Inhaling roughly, Claire rose and fell over Jamie, basking in the heat of the morning as the light dappled against her bare back. Gazing up at her, Jamie let her move as she wished, letting her learn his body as she listened to his lust filled responses every time she dropped her hips back against the bottom of his tummy.
“Is this a-alright, does it feel good?” She murmured softly, her words leaving her lips in gentle pants as her knees held her weight over him.
“Perfect, Claire,” Jamie replied, smiling as his free hand roamed up and down the subtle ridges of her spine, collecting fine moisture on his fingertips as he did so. “So fucking perfect that I dinna want you to ever stop…”
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