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Out of Time Chapter Forty-Four

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A bit explicit

“Darn it!” She is trying hard not to curse with a building full of children. Jamie walks over.

“What is it?” His hands land on her shoulders, starting to massage.

“Ahh, yeah just a bit frustrated. I was hoping that being above ground would help me contact other survivors. But, the air is as dead as before.”

He nods and lowers his head. “That might be a good thing.” He almost whispers in her ear.

“Why?” she breaths back. His nearness is doing strange things to her concentration. He smiles at her response but answers seriously.

“We don’t want the wrong people to answer. If there are other survivors, they undoubtedly feels the same way.”

She nods, hitting against his chest, that is up against her back. “Makes sense.”

“You need to relax. Let me help.” His hands start to move.

Meanwhile, in the hidey hole.

“There has to be a way out. Fan out gentlemen and look.”

Back to the clinic

His hands come up and over, brushing against her breasts. She lets out a low moan and pushes back against him, allowing him more access. He takes it, cupping them, weighing them, brushing his thumbs over the nipples that raise up to greet him. “Oh God!”

Hidey hole

They search for hidden doors, a latch that will unlock the main door, anything to get out. Even though there is plenty of air, they all start to fill breathless. Being trapped underground is no fun.

Clinic

“Jamie please.”

“Tell me what you want.” His voice is as hoarse as hers, strained by the desire that floods them both.

She whimpers before replying. “I need to cum.”

“Aye baby.” One hand slides lower.

Hidey hole

“Sir, I found something.” He walks over to where his subordinate stands. A small button, hidden among the stone that makes up the walls.

“She is smart but not smart enough.” Said with satisfaction. He goes to push it.

Clinic

One hand slips under her shirt, finding her needy nipple. The other opens her pants, slipping into the heat. Both their eyes close as he easily finds her clit. “There.” He moans with satisfaction, stroking it and her nipple at the same time.

“Yes Jamie! Oh God!”

“Cum for me baby. Cum for me.” She start to ride his hand.

Hidey hole

Complete stillness for a moment as the air is pulled out of the space. What follows is mercifully quick. A deep rumble as the bomb she has set goes off. It implodes, sucking the bricks, mortar and, dirt, inward. A huge indention appears in the field as the dust and smoke raises to mingle with the mist. No one survives.

The clinic

At the same time, another type of explosion goes off deep inside Claire. She grabs his hand, stilling it as the pleasure raises through her. A shudder and an exhale that ends in a moaning rendition of his name as she jerks in his arms.

“Your welcome love.”

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The Lallybroch Chapter 16

A bit explicit

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The plaque was on a wall, in a seldom used hallway. Jamie had forgotten it’s existence. Claire, restless one night, off work but unable to sleep, found it.

A simple thing. It just lists the names of the co-owners as it awards them a hospitality award. She stares at it.

“In recognition of their hospitality to the guests and tourist of Inverness, the city awards the co-owners of Lallybroch,

Jenny Murray

James Fraser

Ian Murray

Murtagh Fraser

This award”

There was more. The date and a bit more information but, she can’t see past the names.

“A hotel manager.” Whispered in venom “That bloody bastard.”

She hurries away heading to his room. A sound knock, then another.

“Hold on,” a sleepy voice answers, “I’m coming.”

He opens it and she enters without a word. Not until he closes the door then, she says, “You are co-owner of this hotel.”

“Wow, yes I am. How did you…?”

“From a plaque. Not from your lips. In the close to three months we have been dating, it never came up.” Her hands are on her hips and her eyes flash, in the moonlight that comes through his window.

“Dating, is that what we are doing?”

“Whatever it is, you could have told me.”

“You weren’t interested in me telling you about myself.” He grabs her arms. “You only wanted one thing from me, from the beginning.” He is angry, at her, at himself. He roughly takes her lips and she jerks away. He backs her up against the wall and takes them again. She allows it for a moment, even kissing him back, before pulling away.

“Stop it! This isn’t going to fix it.”

“If it is just a fling, what does it matter?” He takes her lips and draws a hand down to cup her breasts. She moans into it. His rough hand finds her nipple and pulls on it. Her moans get louder. He works them both as he ravishes her mouth. She is soon clawing at his back. He lowers her down. To turned on to make it to the bed.

They make love with rage and passion. Each trying their best to possess the other. He bites at her nipples. She claws her back. Her jerks her legs up and takes her deeper then he ever had, leaving her on the sharp edge of pleasure and pain. She wraps her legs around his neck and meets every thrust.

When she cums, it is strong enough to make her, literally, see stars. He jerks deep inside of her a moment later.

They lay sweat covered and breathless, needing to talk once they catch their breath.

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Accidentally Roomies Chapter 23

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She lays awake too. Her thoughts are on Jamie. To be loved to such an extent.. it is breathtaking. Will she give Geillis what her and Jamie, can’t yet do? He seems alright with it but..

“Am I?” she thinks. Her mind is restless. Her hand. It trails over her breasts, bared, sending shivers down her as she passes over her nipples. That she is horny, there is no doubt. But for who?

Her eyes close as she takes one between her thumb and forefinger. A pull has her moaning. It isn’t her mate she sees behind her closed eyes. It isn’t Geillis she pictures pulling at her nipple with a greedy mouth.

As her breath speeds up and places her free hand between her legs, stroking over her trimmed bush, she sees his hair under her hand as he opens her up, licking over her fanny, searching for her clit. “Jamie!” she whispers as her fingers work over her twigs and berries. Her head arches against the mattress as her pulling finger and moving hand, bring her to the edge. “Oh Jamie!” She cries out as she cums. She doesn’t realize how loud until he stands at the door, eyes huge over her nudity and her hands.

British Slang

Fanny: Vagina

Twigs and berries: Genitalia

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Cousins Chapter 43

A bit explicit

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“It will be nice tae sleep in a real bed.” Willie says to his wife. She sits on the edge, in her shift and with a tartan wrapped around her. “I can sleep anywhere but my wife, weel I wish you tae be comfortable.” Taken a seat on the chair there, he slips his boots off. She watches and thinks. He is such a kind man, so good and patient with her. Claire assured her that it wouldn’t hurt, so why not give him something back. “You are awfully quiet. Are you feeling alright? Shall I fetch someone?”

“Nae, I am bawl. I was just thinking that since we’ve a real bed and are away from Leoch, that we could make this marriage official, if ye wish.” Her head is down and she fiddles with the edge of the tartan. Willie comes up and kneels by her side. He lifts her face up.

“Not if I wish, mo ghrá. This is your decision. I will abide by whatever you choose.”

“I choose tae be your wife, fully.”

“Then ye shall.” Now he is embarrassed. “I’ve never..”

She touches the top of his head. “Then we shall learn together Mister Mackenzie.” He lifts his head and smiles.

“Aye, we shall Mistress Mackenzie.” He slips the tartan off her and undoes his own belt. She reaches up and slips off his shirt. The kilt falls and he stands before his wife, bare as a newborn. She, with shaken hands, undoes her shift, letting it fall.

“Join me Willie.” He does and they lay beside each other. On their sides, they just look at each other, at first. Laoghaire hadn’t seen a man’s member before and Willie had yet to see a bare lass up close. Tentatively, he reaches out, just barely touching her breast. She shivers and reaches out to touch him. Her hand lands on his bare chest. He sighs and she is emboldened to move to his nipple, taking it between her thumb and index finger.

“That is good Laoghaire.” He admits before touching her own. They carefully explore each other with their hands and eyes. She jumps a bit when his cock grows in her hand. “It is alright,” he breathlessly tells her, “they do that.”

He begins to kiss her. On her lips, across her face, then down, scanning over her chest before slipping his lips around her nipple. Her gasp has him moving. “Have I harmed you?”

“Nae, it feels.. good.” He smiles as he returns to it, gentle sucks that have her sighing in contentment. He does both. Jamie had told him to enter her when her bush was wet, “like a water lily.” So he brings his hand down to check.

“Laoghaire may I…?” He asks when he feels what he is supposed to.

“Aye.” He takes himself in hand and slowly guides himself in. She waits for pain but all she feels is a type of fullness. It isn’t unpleasant. Her hands find purchase in his hair as he starts to move.

“Laoghaire, I’m nae hurting ye?”

“Nae Willie, it feels pleasant.” He nods and continues. She holds him and waits.

He grunts loudly and she feels his seed empty into her. His stunned eyes meet hers and she smiles.

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Son of a Preacher Chapter 18 Was It?

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It takes awhile for their breaths to even out. Jamie raises on shaky legs and gets rid of the rubber. When he rejoins her, he finds her staring up at the ceiling.

 

“Was it… ah, did you enjoy it? I know you didn’t.. I tried to but…”

 

“Come here my love.” He lays back beside her and she moves his head to her chest. “Yes, no I didn’t but didn’t expect to, not the first time. And you had me so satisfied that it didn’t matter.”

 

He grins as he hand comes up to stroke her breast. “Claudel was right. I shared with him that I was worried about lasting, about being able to see to you.”

 

“Oh,” he has found her nipple, distracting her, “Was it him I have to thank for teaching you that move?”

 

“Yes, he said to kiss you everywhere. I ken’d what he meant. Said that would ensure you were ready for me and satisfied.”

 

“He was so right. I was a bit shocked when you, in all honesty, I feared how I smelled down there.”

 

“Oh baby, you smelled of the want you had for me, quite a turn on.” She exhales.

 

“Would you like it as well, were I to…?” Between them, his penis jerks where it rests innocently against her leg.

 

“Aye. But you needn’t, not until you find satisfaction with love making. Not until you cum with me inside you.” He is still stroking her breast. Positioning himself, he draws the other into his mouth. As she groans and his erection grows, they begin again.

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Your Fault Chapter 7 Indescribable

Breathless and more than half done in with exhaustion, he rolls off of her and just has the energy to pull her close. With a call time barreling towards them, they know they need to sleep. He presses a kiss on her sweaty forehead.

 

“I love you Caitriona.” He  whispers. A deep, contented sigh.

 

“As I do you, Sam. So bloody much. That was.” She trails off. Her head is nestled against his chest.  Fingers rest against his arms. But her mind is blank to describe the intensity of what they had just experienced.

 

“Indescribable?” he offers. He holds her tight against him never wanting to let her go.

 

“Brilliant. Just so.” She yawns.

 

“Sleep baby. We have an early call time.”

 

“Oh God!” Real life, or the life outside of the room, as this is as real as life has ever felt, returns to her mind in a rush. “All will know I spent the night her with Finnie not taken me in.”

 

“Yes. We should probably discuss that but after some sleep, eh?” his eyes are to heavy to keep open long. She nods against him.

 

They are both asleep within minutes.

 

 

She wakes with the most extraordinary feeling between her legs. It takes her a second to recall time and place. Sam! What is he..Oh! Oh wow! He is…

 

He woke up before the alarm with the incredible feeling of the lass he has been in love with since he has seen her, wrapped around him. He is hard in a second but.. They had just filmed the Reckoning. What scene is next? Might as well practice.  He settles himself between her legs.

 

That tongue that was so amazing on her nipples is magnificent between her legs. Her hand clamps on his head as the other reaches for the headboard as an anchor. “Holy f*ck Sam! Oh baby! Close!”

 

A flicking tongue combined with two fingers waving inside her are enough to keep her on the sharp edge of sanity.  He knows they don’t have a lot of time. His driver will be there soon. They must shower, eat, and find a few minutes to discuss what to tell everyone.  But he delays just a few minutes enjoying her pleas and the way he is able to keep her on the verge.

 

His lips enclose around that wonderful clit. A gentle suck as his long fingers press against her g-spot, she comes completely apart. Fingers claw at his hair, legs press up and tight around his head, his face is flooded. Bloody hell, she is squirting! Her cries, his name, yes, and a few colorful curses. It is more then he ever imagined.

 

“Sam, my God!” She pants out as he wipes his face off with the edge of the sheet. “I have never..”

 

“Never caused it either.”

 

“What inspired you? Not that I am complaining.”

 

“I would guess not. I woke wanting you. Instead of, well the next scene we are filming.. practice seems prudent. Besides, I wished to bring you pleasure.”

 

“You sure did that.” She looks down. He is still very aroused.

 

“We’ve no time.” He had seen where she was looking.

 

“This won’t take long.” She pushes  him down and takes him in her mouth. She is right, it doesn’t.

 

“What shall we tell Dave and the others?” A quick shower, shared, coffee and breakfast biscuits, and they have a few minutes to talk before he shows up. She had informed Finnie she wasn’t home and he wasn’t needed this morning.

 

“The truth or a variation?”

 

“A variation, I think, for now. Not that I am ashamed to say I love you. It is just, it is so new that I want to keep it between us, just for a bit.” She looks up at him, praying her words didn’t hurt him.

 

“Really I get it. It is okay. We will tell them we were celebrating the success filming of our first intimate scene. It grew late and you slept over.”

 

“Works. We will tell them.”

 

“In time.” He bends down to press a kiss on her forehead, her nose, then her lips. “As long as we know what we mean to each other, the rest can wait.”

 

“Exactly.”  

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Your Fault Chapter 2 Sammmm!

She sits in the hour before dawn and attempts to meditate as her hair and makeup is down. Costuming is a shift and a hilariously named privacy patch.  Another deep breath.

 

Across the room, Sam sits getting his scars placed. It takes a lot longer. As Jamie will be fully dressed, getting into wardrobe will take a lot longer too. A fact she is happy about, as it gives them both longer to settle their nerves. Why haven’t they at least kissed! Having their second kiss in front of fifteen or so people isn’t ideal. Yet another deep breath.

 

He watches her as Wendy applied Jamie’s scars. It seems the confidence of the previous evening has faded in the reality of what they will be doing today.  He catches her eye and gives her a smile. She returns it a bit sickly before she returns to, what he knows to be meditation. He hopes she finds some peace in it. He finds it in being close to her. Hell! He should have told her before he kisses her today on set. He still recalls every second of that chemistry test kiss. The moment he knew she was to be Claire. But also more. So much more.

 

“Okay, quiet on set.” Anne calls out. A closed set. The monitors covered. All but those who must be there removed. They have done all up to the, “I want you so much I can barely breath. Will you have me?” and all that follows.

 

Sam kneels before her, holding her hands until the scene restarts. It helps, that contact. He rubs heat back into then, out of concern or the knowledge her hands will soon be on him, both? It matters not. They both need the contact. That is what matters.

 

Jamie: I want you so much I can barely breathe. Will you have me?

 

Claire: Yes. : A quick yet passionate kiss. One that left her, Caitriona, reeling as she prepares for the next line. :Yes I will have you.

 

That is what she is supposed to say. What she actually says will be debated for years after. She knows though. What she says is : Yes Sam, I will have you.

 

As no one yells cut, they continue. Caitriona forcing herself to focus as Sam retakes her lips. No! As Jamie takes Claire’s. Hungry kisses that leave her aching for more. And more he gives, jerking down the top of her shift to reach her breasts. It is scripted, the kisses down. The contact with her breasts. But not the quick suck with his tongue staying in place and giving her a lick before moving back up to her lips. This time it is whispered. ‘Sammmm!’ Maybe more moaned then whispered.  She, Claire pressing him down as she goes to guide him into her, or so it will seem.

 

When she reaches between them, to show Claire guiding him into her, and feels him, straining against the privacy pouch. Seems she isn’t the only one affected. The directions are to thrust but she never imagined doing it against a real erection.  Christ! Two thin layers don’t prevent the friction from catching her right where she needs it.  It takes all that is in her to recall she has others things she is to be doing. Grab his dirk. Say the line. She gets them out, breathless as she is close. Not Claire, her.

 

“Cut!” Anne yells out to her relief. Not that she wants to stop but.. She does and starts to move. “No Caitriona. Stay. We just need to adjust some lights.”

 

Dam it all to hell! Sam looks up at her. “That bad is it!” he asks. An unused book line. She has to smile. He just has that power over her.  

 

“That and more.” She whispers.

 

“Are you?” He gestures down between them.

 

“Again your fault Heughan. Getting all..”

 

“How can I not?” Before she can respond, Anne re-sets the scene.

 

“We pick up right after Caitriona’s last line. Recall Caitriona, Claire is getting close?”

 

“Got that.” She replies. So got that. He hadn’t lost his erection. In fact, it seems bigger as she returns to the rocking thrust that stimulates Claire riding her husband. Groans and moans are not all stimulated as she builds herself back up. Looking deep into his eyes, equally dazed, she can’t help moaning out his name again as she climaxes for real.

 

He rolls her over just as Anne yells cut again. “Brilliant! Caitriona your orgasm face is spot on.  We will reset lighting and camera angles and continue.”

 

“Spot on indeed.” Sam whispers in her ear. So he knew. Of course. She did cum right against him. Oh God! “Dinna fash. Anne just thinks it grand acting. Not that you are not.”

 

“We have to..”

 

“Okay ready.” Anne directs.

 

“Aye. Later.” He whispers before returning to character.

 

It is a long morning. As the dailies are watched, and how are they missing her flubs? Scenes are reset and reshoot. She loses track of how many times he takes her nipple in her mouth. She only knows she reacts each time. Leaving her on the verge of combustion by the time lunch is called. Robes are placed on them and they are left alone.

 

“Let’s talk.” He takes her hand and leads her away from the others.

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Tattoos Chapter 15 Pleasure and Pain

A bit explicit

She wakes the morning he is set to leave, to kisses over her face and neck. She turns her head and finds his lips. They kiss deeply.

“Must you go?” she asks when they come up for air.

“I must so I can return and marry you. I love you deeply Claire.”

“I love you too Jamie.” The kisses resume and they are soon frantic. Jenny's voice penetrates the haze of desire that is building between them.

“Come back here ye wee grommel. Ye've no pants on.” This declaration is followed by the sound of running feet.

“We must be up.” She says even as her fingers entangle farther in his hair.

“Aye soon but not yet. You will come with me to the airport?”

“Yes. I want to spend every moment I can with you.”

“I feel the same. I wish to do something to hold you over some while I am gone.” His hands stroke up her thighs. “If you don’t mind?”

“It won’t ruin my reputation?” Asks as she breathlessly awaits his next move.

“No. That I will save for our wedding night. I just to give you pleasure. May I?”

“Yes.” He inches his hand up her thighs. Her breathing gets louder. He peppers kisses across her neck and upper chest, not allowing himself to go farther down.

His creeping hand finds her sodden knickers. He groans as he pushes them out of the way to find her clit. He starts to rub it.

“Oh!” her eyes get huge as he makes circles over it, pressing just a bit harder. “Ohhhh! Something is… ahhh!” She shivers and jerks under his hand as the pleasure runs through her.

He watches her take pleasure with a deep sense of satisfaction and a yearning so powerful it almost brings tears to his eyes.

“I didn't know I could.” She admits.

“You can and always will as I will be paying attention.”

“Thank you.” He kisses her deeply again.

“You’re welcome. Now we must be up.”

She showers and still feels full and sensitive where he had touched her. It was quite nice. As he does the same, he ignores how his own body aches for her. He will bide until their wedding night.

After breakfast, they head to the airport. Goodbyes are said outside the gate. He hugs his family tight before pulling Claire close.

“I will miss you so much, mo ghaol.”

“I will miss you too. It will be a long six months.”

“Aye but it will be the last time we are apart this long. I swear it. I love you Claire.” He hugs her tight and kisses her.

“I love you.” They kiss until he must leave.

The next few months are hard. He calls her everyday and she is able to see him through the miracle of the video call. It helps. As does finding her place in Lallybroch.

She uses her skills with plants and herbs to help with the new gin venture that Brian was starting. Her innate ability to find the perfect plant and blend it with others, helps her future father-in-law, make an awesome gin. They are soon selling almost more then they can produce.

In the fourth month of his absence, Jenny announces that she and Ian are expected again. A party to celebrate is planned.

All is going well until Mrs. Fitz shows up with Leery. She comes up to Claire. “So, you are the wee French bitch who stole my Jamie.”

“Who are you speaking to?” a shocked Claire asks.

“You, you little whore. The bitch that stole Jamie from me.”

“You have a dirty mouth. If you grew up in a convent like me, Mother would have watched your mouth out with soap.”

“I could care less about your innocent act. I know you are a whore!” Her raised voice draws Jenny to them.

“What did you just call my sister?”

“Not less then she is. She is a f*cking whore who stole Jamie from me.”

“You will not speak such about my sister! You need to go.”

Brian and Mrs. Fitz join them. “What is this about then?” Mrs. Fitz asked.

“Your granddaughter is saying horrid things about Claire.”

“Things I can’t repeat.” Claire softly adds.

“What have you done Leery?”

“Just spoke the truth. She stole Jamie from me!”

“My son was never yours. He smiled at you once. That is it. He will be marrying Claire when he returns. Mrs. Fitz I need you to take the child away. You are welcome at our house but she isn’t.”

She nods and grabs her arm. “Come. How can you act thus. You ought to ashamed. This is not how you were raised.”

“That was unexpected. Come Claire, lets get you something to drink.”

A shot runs out and Claire falls to the floor.