#091518

[po-tae-toes]

[whenfrasermetbeauchamp]

The room was furnished with a thick twelve-hour candle, rings of dark wax marking the hours. We talked through three of the rings, only letting go of each other’s hands to pour wine or get up to visit the privy stool behind the curtain in the corner. Returning from one of these trips, Jamie yawned and stretched.

“It is awfully late,” I said, getting up too. “Maybe we should go to bed.”

“All right,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “To bed? Or to sleep?” He cocked a quizzical eyebrow and the corner of his mouth twitched.

In truth, I had been feeling so comfortable with him that I had almost forgotten why we were there. At his words, I suddenly felt a hollow panic. “Well—” I said, faintly.

“Either way, you’re no intending to sleep in your gown, are ye?” he asked, in his usual practical manner.

“Well, no, I suppose not.” In fact, during the rush of events, I had not even thought about a sleeping garment—which I did not possess, in any case. I had been sleeping in my chemise or nothing, depending on the weather.

Jamie had nothing but the clothes he wore; he was plainly going to sleep in his shirt or naked, a state of affairs which was likely to bring matters rapidly to a head.

“Well, then, come here and I’ll help ye wi’ the laces and such.”

His hands did in fact tremble briefly as he began to undress me. He lost some of his self-consciousness, though, in the struggle with the dozens of tiny hooks that attached the bodice.

“Ha!” he said in triumph as the last one came loose, and we laughed together.

“Now let me do you,” I said, deciding that there was no point in further delay. I reached up and unfastened his shirt, sliding my hands inside and across his shoulders. I brought my palms slowly down across his chest, feeling the springy hair and the soft indentations around his nipples. He stood still, hardly breathing, as I knelt down to unbuckle the studded belt around his hips.

If it must be sometime, it may as well be now, I thought, and deliberately ran my hands up the length of his thighs, hard and lean under his kilt. Though by this time I knew perfectly well what most Scotsmen wore beneath their kilts—nothing—it was still something of a shock to find only Jamie.

He lifted me to my feet then, and bent his head to kiss me. It went on a long while, and his hands roamed downward, finding the fastening of my petticoat. It fell to the floor in a billow of starched flounces, leaving me in my chemise.

“Where did you learn to kiss like that?” I said, a little breathless. He grinned and pulled me close again.

“I said I was a virgin, not a monk,” he said, kissing me again. “If I find I need guidance, I’ll ask.”

— Outlander/Cross Stitch

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Photo: Caitrionation, Season One, Episode Seven, September 20, 2014

Book: Outlander (Cross Stitch), Chapter Fifteen, Diana Gabaldon, 1991

Tumblr: September 15, 2018, WhenFraserMetBeauchamp 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿❤️🇬🇧

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[ventilationis]

Moody

[babaengmadaldal]

Nagcheck ako ng calendar kasi ise-save ko yung birthday ng friend ko dito na nakalimutan ko batiin kasi I suck at dates. Yes, ganun ako kawalang kwentang kaibigan. Anyways, tinignan ko ung mga ganap ko nung mga nakaraang buwan o last semester. Ganyan pala ako, kabusy? Lalo na yung March putangina, ngarag kami sa thesis niyan kaya ganyan kapula. Yes, red's are for important events or deadlines tapos yellow are for important people tapos blue, ewan ko hahahahahaha

Huwag niyo na intindihin yung January at May, napaka-chill kong tao nun kasi first month ng 2nd sem at last month nun. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA cute ng calendar ko pota so colorful ehe

[wanderbuqq]

-dzk

[kinhship]

Samaya’s Birthday Party. I enjoyed it so much, I think I like close friends group parties. From meeting Robert, to Khang’s hilarious yet tasty Cheetos with milk, to basically everyone being dead by the end of the night, it was an extremely lit event. I am so happy that Samaya got the party that she wanted, and she knows that she is loved by everyone. Two stomps and a clap for the sober ones on the balcony and Thao’s room. It did however, got a bit weird… On a side note, Sean’s a dumbass LOL The damn dude locked me out of the car again, and kept wanting to throw me out the balcony. OH, AND HE MIXED ME UP WITH ROBERT WHEN SPREADING RUMORS. Oh my goodness. OH, We finally got a picture together, Khang and Thao and I.

[closedmindsdontlearnshit]

One day you’ll see I did the same things you did.

Maybe you’ll still be mad

Maybe you won’t

Time will tell

[soul-baggage]

The more I swear I’m happy, the more that I’m feeling alone