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Happy 25th, Sophie! ❤️ | March 7, 1994

[bee-kathony]

Tales From Fraser’s Ridge | Roses

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Part 18: Roses | Jamie, Claire & Bree

I knelt down in my garden and with the help of Bree, we collected all of the fruits and vegetables that were ready to be harvested. I still hadn’t gotten used to her being back, home and safe with us. Every now and then I would get a flash of her red hair and be struck with a new wave of emotion.

I was looking over at her now, my hands frozen on a large carrot. She stood, wiping dirt from her skirt and looked over near the house.

“Those are new,” Bree pointed out the beautiful rose bush growing alongside the house.

I smiled, looking over at them and noticed how nicely indeed they were turning out. With a little bit of love and a lot of handwork, I had managed to find the perfect spot to let them grow.

“Yes, Jamie brought them home one day from the trading post,” I shielded my hand over my eyes from the blinding sun, “It’s just a short distance from here, the Beardsley’s trading post.”

“Beardsley’s?” Bree asked, “As in Josiah and Keziah?”

“The very ones. Of course it’s not them doing the trading.” I stood and walked closer to the house, leaving my basket of herbs in the garden. “It’s a rather long story to whom it belongs to,” I shivered, remembering the time Jamie and I found Fanny Beardsley in her home and the events that followed left us in the care of her baby, Alicia, until we managed to find a suitable home for her with the Brown’s.

“Didn’t Da say that his mother, Ellen had a rose bush at Lallybroch?” Bree followed closely behind me as I took a seat on the front step of the house.

“Yes she did, you’ll have seen them actually.” I smiled and stroked a lock of her hair, pushing it behind her ear. “He said his mother planted that late blooming rose bush and had tended to it up until she died.” Sighing, I ran my hand lightly over Bree’s back, tracing a circular pattern with the tip of my finger.

“When I was there the first time,” I looked over at Bree, “the rose bush was of course still there, it only needed some attention.”

“Did you bring it back to life, Mama?” My daughter laid her head against my shoulder.

“Yes, I suppose I did.”

_______

The sun was beaming down on my neck, their was dirt covering the bottom of my skirts. “Damn this rose bush!” I shouted, and kicked a bit of the dirt near the door.

“What did the rose bush ever do to ye, Sassenach?” Jamie said, creeping up behind me.

I put my hands on my hips, giving him a ‘try me’ look and he backed off instantly but not without first laughing at the state of me.

“I ken yer supposed to be one wi’ the earth and all, mo cridhe, but this,” he looked me slowly up and down, “is takin’ is truly to heart.”

I swatted my hand at him, hitting the sleeve of his shirt, “Oh stop it! How else am I supposed to tend to it?” Jamie walked closer, sliding one arm around my waist. “And you’re not exactly  squeaky clean, hmm.”

He looked down at his mud stained breeks, “Aye, yer right, Sassenach.” Jamie brought his other hand to my waist, pressing me flush against him. “I guess that means ye need to wash me down.” Jamie raised his eyebrows in a rather suggestive manner before kissing me.

“Oh does it now?” His lips were warm and tasted of salt, “I need to finish trimming this back and then I shall see to your dirty knees my Laird.”

Jamie moaned against my mouth, his hands leaving a trail of dirt along my sides, “My knees arena the only thing that are dirty my Lady.” His hands moved down to cover my arse and I felt almost guilty for being fondled so thoroughly right next to Ellen’s rose bush. It was as if she was there, watching, her presence lingering in the bright red blooms.

“I’ll ask you to Kindly remove your hands,” I squirmed out of his arms, “from my arse.”

Pouting, Jamie pressed his lips together tightly. “That’s no’ what ye said last night, Sassenach… if ye recall the way you —“

“Shhh!” I laughed, looking over at Mrs. Crook only a few feet away attending to the laundry.

“Fine,” Jamie turned towards the entrance to the house, “Tend to yer rose bush and then I expect ye upstairs and ready to wash!”

_________

Jamie had spent the evening rubbing off the dirt from my hands, kissing the tip of a finger every time one was sparkly clean. That was now more than 30 years ago… a lifetime.

“There’s Da,” Bree lifted her head from my shoulder and he spotted us the same time we saw him.

“My lovely lasses,” he called out to us, opening his arms as Bree rose to meet him and embraced her in a tight hug.

“I’m going to check on Mandy, she should be waking up from her nap soon,” Bree kissed Jamie on the cheek and turned to head back down to the smaller cabin.

I gave a gentle pat to the now vacant seat beside me and Jamie sat beside me, his arm quickly slipping around my waist.

“’Tis good to have her home, isn’t it, Sassenach? And the wee bairns.” He tapped his fingers lightly on my side.

“And Roger,” I added.

“Aye,” he laughed, “Him too.”

“Jamie…” I rested my head against his shoulder, “do you remember the time I fixed up your mother’s rose bush? At Lallybroch?”

He was silent beside me for quite some time and I wasn’t too sure if he’d even heard me. I turned my head up slightly to see him smiling.

“Oh aye, Sassenach. Ye were cursin’ and fightin’ the wee thing all day. And that evenin’…” His eyes met mine and I saw a fire blazing behind them, a deep desire I had been the subject of for many years.

“Why do ye speak of it?” Jamie placed a soft kiss on the top of my head.

I ran my hand slowly along the inside of his palm, “Bree pointed out our own rose bush and I was just telling her how you bought them for me, as a reminder of your mother.”

“And a good reminder they are.” He sighed, I knew he would be thinking of Ellen and I wished as I did every time her name was mentioned, that I could have met the first woman in Jamie’s life.

“Since yer talkin’ of rose bushes, do ye perhaps need to clean any areas that are particularly dirty, Sassenach?” I lifted my head from his shoulder to meet his stare, his eyes a dark blue.

“I do have a bit of dirt on my hands, now that you mention it.” I brought one hand in front of his face for him to inspect.

He kissed my knuckles, the stubble of his cheek rasping roughly against my skin. “I was maybe hopin’ ye had dirt somewhere else.” Jamie slid his hand across my thigh.

“Jamie Fraser!” I laughed, squirming at his touch, “How on earth would I even get dirt there,” I nodded my head towards my thighs. “It would be impossible with these skirts.”

My belly was a tight bundle of nerves and my legs began to tremble slightly as he slid his hand across my ankle and up my calf.

“It wouldna be impossible, Sassenach.” He kissed the spot just under my ear, “I can think of a few ways it would be verra possible.”

Desperate to see just how he thought it was possible, I place my mouth firmly against his, begging for his hands to touch me further. He decided it was rather impolite to be touching me like this out on the front porch of our home, so he swept me up in his arms and carried me to our bed.

“Sassenach,” he groaned, “look at all that wee dirt between yer legs.”

I giggled like a child and spread myself open to him, “That’s not dirt, Jamie.”

“Och, it isn’t? I need to take a closer look.” Jamie bent his head between my legs, sending me over the edge with the distinct smell of roses drifting through the air.

[bee-kathony]

Michael Mouse | Tales From Fraser’s Ridge

Part 1: Tell Me About the Bicycle | Claire & Jamie Part 2: A Song From the Past | Roger & Bree Part 3: Let Me Wash You | Claire & Jamie feat. Bree (briefly) Part 4: Reminiscing | Claire & Bree Part 5: Happy Birthday Sassenach | Claire & Jamie feat. Jenny, Ian, Rachel, Roger, Bree, Jem & Mandy Part 6: By the Fireside | Jenny & Bree Part 7: Saturation | Claire & Jamie (wee bit of Roger & Bree) Part 8: That’s Amore | Claire, Jamie, Roger, Bree, Jem, The Bug’s Part 9: Reflection | Claire & Jamie Part 10: No More | Bree, Roger, Mandy & Jem Part 11: Dance Wi’ Me | Claire & Jamie Part 12: I Owe You | Jamie & Bree Part 13: Michael Mouse | Jamie, Claire, Jem, Mandy & Bree

“If one day, a bhailach,” Jamie said conversationally, “ye should meet a verra large mouse named Michael—ye’ll tell him your grandsire sends his regards.” - A Breath of Snow and Ashes by Diana Gabaldon

I sat on the porch, my feet swinging slowly back and forth to the tune of a song I couldn’t remember all the words to. Mandy was sat on my lap, her little bottom nestled against me and I hummed the melody as I rocked her.

Jamie came to stand behind me, his hand reaching out to settle against the top of my head. “Mo leannan,” he whispered and I tilted my head up to him and he smiled, his fingers brushing against my ear. He bent his upper half and kissed me, our lips joining upside down.

“Come and sit, Grandda,” I laughed, referring to each other as ‘Grandma or Grandda’ was something I could never get used to, even as I held one of my grandchildren in my arms.

Jamie’s full weight made the porch creak and moan as he came to sit beside me, his thigh pressed against mine. He reached for my hand and intertwined his fingers in mine and brought our hands to his mouth, placing a kiss on the back of mine.

“Do you think you could build us a pair of rocking chairs?” I asked.

Jamie smiled, “Aye, I could build ye anythin’ ye like, Sassenach. Now that we’re home.”

Just then I saw a flash of red and smiled as Brianna came walking up from visiting with the Higgins’. Jem followed her, his hand swinging playfully with Bree’s.

“Mo chuisle, are ye too big to sit on ye’re Grandsire’s lap?” Jamie asked Jem as they both came to stand in front of us. All eyes went to Jem as we watched him think, he was nine so it would be very normal for him to not want to sit on Jamie’s lap anymore. But Jem shook his head and Jamie picked him up and set him sideways on his lap, his hand behind Jem’s small back and Jem’s feet brushing against my leg.

Brianna came to sit beside me, her hand smoothing over Mandy’s curls.

“I’ve a question to ask ye Jemmy,” Jamie said. “What kind of question Grandda?” Jem replied, looking up at Jamie.

“Och, well, remember when I told ye, before ye left, that if ye were to see a verra large mouse named Michael, to tell him hello from me?” I grinned, remembering Jamie calling Mickey Mouse, “Michael”.

“Aye and I saw him! Mam took me and Mandy to Disneyland.” Jem beamed over at Brianna.

“That’s right, it was just before—I decided to go through the stones again. Thought they should enjoy being kids.” Brianna smiled, she had told us briefly of what had happened, Jem’s kidnapping and the misunderstanding that separated them from Roger for a time.

“Well,” Jamie gave Jem’s arm a squeeze, “Tell me about this Michael then!”

Jem became very animated, regaling us with his time in Disneyland. “There’s a giant castle in the middle of the park, so huge!” He held out his arms as wide and tall as he could.

“And we rode on a carousel and—“

“What’s that? Carousel?” Jamie interrupted.

“Och, it’s a ride, ye sit on a fake horse that goes up and down and then ye spin around while music plays.” Jem replied.

Jamie looked nauseous at the idea, “I dinna think I could do that mo leannan, watchin’ ye would be enough for me.”

“It doesn’t go fast Grandda, you could do it.” Jem smiled up at Jamie, “We had ice cream and popcorn and Mam let us eat as much as we wanted to!” I looked over at Bree and she shrugged.

“And Grandda—he’s called ‘Mickey Mouse’, no’ Michael.” Jem laughed, “Ye ken it’s no’ a real mouse, just a person dressed up in a costume.”

“Aye, yer Mam told me how his head comes off. That’s just sick.” Jamie made a gagging noise.

Mandy stirred in my arms and opened her eyes, looking around to see everyone staring down at her. “Well hello there, Princess. Have a good nap?” I said, my thumb stroking across her cheek.

She nodded and rubbed her little knuckles over her sleepy eyes. Jem continued to talk about their trip to Disneyland, all the characters they met, the rides they rode. I knew Jamie didn’t understand half of what he was saying but he still gave him his full attention.

“Cinderella!” Mandy chirped when Jem was describing a parade that went throughout the park.

“Aye, Mandy, ye remember Cinderella, how she waved at ye?” Jem asked her.

“Yes! Yes! She’s a Princess, Grandda, a real live Princess. She waved at me and blew me a kiss.” Mandy put her hand to her mouth and blew a kiss to us all.

“Ye’re my Princess.” Jamie smiled and reached his hand out to lightly tickle just under Mandy’s neck. She giggled and squirmed in my arms.

“Come sit on my lap, Mandy. Let’s give Grandma a break.” Brianna held her hands out for Mandy to crawl onto her lap and while I didn’t want to let Mandy go I did enjoy not having her full weight on me. I had been sitting on the porch for just under an hour, rocking her as she had slept.

“And the fireworks!” Jem said, describing in good detail about the lights that would shoot up into the sky and make a ‘bang!’ sound.

“I wish I coulda been there lad, to have seen it all wi’ ye.” Jamie smiled sadly and my heart squeezed. Knowing that Jamie would never see those things, perhaps in a dream maybe but to never know or experience a part of our grandchildren’s lives.

“Ye said there was a ride that went very fast?” Jamie asked Jem and he nodded, “Weel, let’s see if I canna go faster!”

Jamie picked up Jem and moved him to his back, Jem’s hands came around Jamie’s neck and Jamie held his legs in his hands.

“Jamie! Be careful!” I shouted as the two of them raced off ahead. “Don’t put your back out again!”

Mandy laughed in delight and Bree and I both joined in as we watched Jamie play with Jem, running in circles and spinning Jem around.

I stood then from the porch and turned to face Mandy and Bree, offering my hand out to Mandy, “Will you dance with me little princess?”

“Yes, Grandma!” She smiled and jumped down from the porch, landing solidly on her two feet. I brought her to stand on my toes and held her hands in mine. “Sing the song, Mam! The song!” Mandy chirped as I spun in slow circles with Mandy stepping on my feet.

Bree smiled, “As you wish, Princess Mandy,” Bree began to sing a familiar tune, one I had not heard in a very long time.

“A dream is a wish your heart makes

When you're fast asleep

In dreams you will lose your heartaches

Whatever you wish for, you keep”

I then reached my hands down and picked Mandy up, bringing her to sit on my hip and twirled around and around as Bree finished the song. Perhaps Jamie couldn’t go to Disneyland but that wouldn’t stop him or even me, from bringing a smile to our grandchildren’s faces.

[bee-kathony]

I Owe You | Tales From Fraser’s Ridge

Happy Father’s Day! 

Part 1: Tell Me About the Bicycle | Claire & Jamie Part 2: A Song From the Past | Roger & Bree Part 3: Let Me Wash You | Claire & Jamie feat. Bree (briefly) Part 4: Reminiscing | Claire & Bree Part 5: Happy Birthday Sassenach | Claire & Jamie feat. Jenny, Ian, Rachel, Roger, Bree, Jem & Mandy Part 6: By the Fireside | Jenny & Bree Part 7: Saturation | Claire & Jamie (wee bit of Roger & Bree) Part 8: That’s Amore | Claire, Jamie, Roger, Bree, Jem, The Bug’s Part 9: Reflection | Claire & Jamie Part 10: No More | Bree, Roger, Mandy & Jem Part 11: Dance Wi’ Me | Claire & Jamie Part 12: I Owe You | Jamie & Bree

I OWE YOU

The sound of a crying bairn jolted him out of bed and on to his feet. Claire stirred and rose her head up from the pillow muttering nonsense about something called a ‘waffle maker’. Jamie didn’t know what a ‘waffle’ was or why Claire was dreaming about making them but he did know how beautiful she looked early in the morning.

He leaned over and placed a kiss on her temple, her hands instinctively reached up to touch him. Another cry from the wee bairn and Jamie sighed, he could tend to Claire later.

Jamie threw on his night shirt and a pair of old breeks, tucking the shirt in haphazardly. He walked downstairs looking for Bree and wee Jemmy but didn’t see them. Following the sound of an unhappy bairn, he walked outside, the moon still high in the sky.

Bree was pacing up the path from the cabin to the Big House, wee Jem in her arms, wailing his lungs out. Claire told him Jem was ‘teething’ and he felt for the lad. Anything sharp trying to poke through your skin must hurt something terrible.

“Shhh, it’s alright, shhh” Bree whispered, smoothing her hand over Jem’s round head.

Jamie made a coughing sound as he approached them so not to startle them. “Och lass, I could hear the wee bairn cryin’ from up in the house.”

Bree smiled apologetically, “Sorry Da, nothing I do will make him stop crying. I’ve been up all night. It doesn’t help that Roger is away, still plotting out the land.” Jamie noticed tears of frustration spill from Bree’s cheeks and he reached out his arms.

“Give me the bairn mo leannan, ye dinna have to do this on yer own.” Jamie took Jem from her outstretched arms, cradling him against his chest. It felt so natural to Jamie to hold a bairn, only more natural that this bairn was his grandson.

Jamie stuck his pointer finger in Jem’s mouth and winced as Jem bit down with his one new tooth. “Ach, strong bite yer lad’s got.” He laughed and Bree ran her hands through her fiery red hair, the same colour as Jamie’s.

“I tried that… with my finger.” Bree held up her wrinkly finger for evidence. “But he didn’t like it.” She observed how Jem was now quiet, gazing up at Jamie.

“Perhaps the bairn just likes me better.” Jamie joked and when Bree didn’t laugh he looked up quickly from Jem’s face. She looked so sad, “I didna mean that lass.” Jamie removed his finger from Jem’s mouth and placed his thumb on her wrinkled brow, smoothing out the creasing lines.

“Sometimes I feel he doesn’t like me, Da. He cries and cries and I just can’t take it!” She threw both hands in the air and sighed. Jamie didn’t want to see Bree cry, he didn’t want her to feel pain at all.

“That’s what bairns do Brianna, they cry.” He rocked Jem gently in his arms, returning his finger back to Jem’s mouth.

“I wasna there to hear ye cry mo chuisle or see ye throw a wee tantrum but I ken that bairns have tempers, especially Fraser bairns.” Jamie grinned, remembering his own temperament as a lad, the mischief he caused.

“The lad is in pain is all, yer Mam said how his teeth are ripping through his skin,” Jamie winced again, “That’s enough to make me wanna cry.” Bree laughed at this, her shoulders dropping with ease.

Bree then smoothed her finger over Jem’s soft round cheek and he met her eyes and smiled. She moved her hand down to his little stomach and tickled him making him laugh and forgetting about Jamie’s finger altogether.

“There. Happy again.” Bree took a deep breath.

“Da, can I ask you something?”

“Anything mo leannan.” Jem wriggled in his arms and Jamie gave him a pat on the back as he curled him against his shoulder, feeling Jemmy’s breathing slow into a deep slumber.

Bree crossed her arms over her chest, “Do you ever regret sending Mama back? Sending me back?”

This wasn’t the question Jamie expected, especially not so late in the evening, or early depending how you saw it.

He didn’t hesitate though, “Aye. Of course. The time I spent apart from yer Mam… well I wasna really living ye ken? I wasna a whole person. And I wish more than anything I coulda been there to hold ye when ye were born, to see yer first steps,” He reached out his other hand and took her hand in his, “when ye lost yer first tooth.” Jamie choked on his words, his emotions tightening his chest.

“To teach ye to hunt,” Bree laughed, squeezing his hand back, “To notice the little changes in ye as ye grew, to be there for ye when ye got yer heart broke by some idiot fool.”

“I wish all of those things too Da.” Bree smiled.

“But… I didna think I would survive Culloden ye ken? I couldna bear the thought of leaving you and yer Mam here, in this time withou’ me to keep ye both safe. I love ye mo leannan, dinna ever think that because I sent ye away that I dinna want ye.”

He pulled her to him then, cautious of the sleeping bairn between them and held his daughter. Jamie vowed to make up for all the time he had lost with Bree, if he couldn’t get those first 20 years back then he would make the most of the time he had with her now.

“I love you too Da. It doesn’t matter to me that you weren’t there from the start… as much as I would have wanted you to be. We’re here…” She kissed the top of Jem’s head, “all of us, together.”

“Aye, together. Now go get some sleep lass, I’ll take the bairn to the house. Yer Mam and me will watch over him.” Jamie rubbed his large hand over Jem’s back, the soft snore coming from the little body warmed his heart.

“Thanks, Da. I owe you.” She smiled and gave Jem one last kiss before walking towards her own cabin to find much needed sleep.

Jamie watched her walk away and once she was safely inside Jamie spoke softly, “Nah, lass. It’s I who owe ye, for everything.” He turned and walked the few steps back to the house where he took Jem up to his and Claire’s room, laying down beside his wife with their grandchild snug in between them.

[bee-kathony]

Chapter 7 of Tales From Fraser’s Ridge: SATURATION

This is a collection of tales about characters that live on Fraser’s Ridge in North Carolina. Most stories are set after or during the book ‘Drums of Autumn’ by Diana Gabaldon. Missing moments I thought would fit in nicely, mostly a look into the domestic simple days of our favorite characters, it’s the little things isn’t it?

Part 1: Tell Me About the Bicycle | Claire & Jamie Part 2: A Song From the Past | Roger & Bree Part 3: Let Me Wash You | Claire & Jamie feat. Bree (briefly) Part 4: Reminiscing | Claire & Bree Part 5: Happy Birthday Sassenach | Claire & Jamie feat. Jenny, Ian, Rachel, Roger, Bree, Jem & Mandy Part 6: By the Fireside | Jenny & Bree Part 7: Saturation | Claire & Jamie (wee bit of Roger & Bree)

Jamie followed Claire’s tracks into the trees, deep into the woods and saw the pile of her clothes near a rock on the edge of the stream.

“Good Lord, she’s naked out here for anyone to see” he said to the open air.

She said she was coming down to wash and of course she couldn’t do that in her clothes. Still, Jamie thought, anyone could come strolling through and see her body, her naked and obviously now wet body. He walked a few steps forward but stopped abruptly, careful not to step on a fallen branch and make any sudden sounds. What he saw in front of him lit a fire deep within, his heart quickened and his mouth began to salivate. Should he be watching her like this?

Claire was definitely naked, she was also lying against the edge of the stream, feet dangling in the flowing water, with her hands curiously roaming over her damp body. Jamie had seen Claire touch herself only once, when they had been in the colonies a short time. That time was by a river too, what was it about water that made Claire so aroused, Jamie wondered.

“A Dhia” he breathed, he should go back and wait for her to return to the house but something wasn’t letting him move from the spot he crouched to watch her in. Before, when he saw her the first time, he could only just make out what her hands were doing to herself in the dark of the night. He had come to her then, they had slid across one another’s bodies, the air humid and damp making their sex quick and slippery.

It was midday, Jamie could see every inch of her. The way her fingers traced lazy circles around her nipples, each bud a deep red against the paleness of her velvet white skin. He watched as her hand then slid down across her wee belly and cupped her mound. It didn’t seem like Claire knew he was there watching but if she did, she wasn’t stopping. That thought made his cock twitch under his kilt. Jamie breathed deeply, skin flush with desire at watching his wife strewn across the earth taking pleasure from her hand.

Claire had told him how she could… finish on her own but that it was always better when a man gave her that pleasure. Should he let her finish, Jamie thought, or should he go to her now like he had done before and take her along the water.

He cursed himself and stayed where he was, just then Claire dipped her fingers inside of herself and moaned, a moan he had heard many a time but usually when he was the one inside her. Jamie couldn’t believe he was sat here this long, it wasna exactly spying he mused, she was his wifeafter all. He moved his hand timidly under his kilt and stroked his length, erect and pulsing with every thrum of his heart.

Claire suddenly arched her back off the ground, feet splashing in the stream and cried out, “Jamie! Oh Jamie” which made his ears turn red and he paused his movements underneath his kilt.

Had she seen him all along?

No. Her eyes had been closed this whole time, she musta’ been thinking it was his hands that now caressed her supple round breasts. He couldn’t wait any longer, the lust growing within him was threatening to consume him if he didn’t show himself to her. Jamie stood up, adjusting his kilt as he crept slowly over to where Claire was now panting, hands out on either side of her body.

“Jamie” she said, startled by his abrupt appearance. “Did you see?” Claire asked, not accusing him but more curious.

“Aye Sassenach, I saw how ye’re wee hands touched yerself,” he bent down so he was crouched beside her and reached out, hands pressing against the sharpness of her collarbones and gliding down along the length of her body, “like this. And I heard ye call out my name mo nighean donn from ye’re wee lips.” Jamie lowered his head, pressing his lips gently against hers, tasting the saltiness of perspiration on her upper lip.

“And did you like what you saw?” Claire asked, eyes alight with the same fire that was burning inside him. She moved her hand to his knee, sliding it menacingly slow along his thigh, she touched his cock then making him almost combust. “Claire…” he sighed, all in one quick fluid movement he was on top of her, kilt shoved aside as he slid home.

“Ye’re quim is slick Sassenach, it feels like the moss that grows on the rocks when I thrust inside ye.” Jamie grunted, hands on either side of her head, body held above her. She slid her hands up his chest and around his arms, holding on as he moved them.

“Are you saying that my ‘quim’” Claire moaned, one leg wrapped around his waist to shift the angle of his cock within her. “Reminds you of a green weed?” She laughed, his mouth capturing the sound, tongue colliding with hers.

“Nah a weed Sassenach” He slid one hand to the point of their joining and moved his thumb against the little hard nub that made Claire bite his lip, he winced but enjoyed the pain. “I only meant the wetness of ye, surrounding my cock, my God Sassenach.” He grunted and moved his hips back and forth, briefly sliding out of her warm centre and then ramming home where he belonged between her thighs.

“Ahhh Jamie” She called out, her eyes looking far beyond his face in front of her, seeing into his soul as he took her. Jamie collapsed in a breathless heap next to her languid body, their sweat and evidence of their arousal shone on her skin. He moved one finger against her neck, feeling her pulse just as she had shown him.

“Ye’re heart is racing as fast as mine Sassenach” he leaned up on one elbow and kissed her, lips parting hers with a tender embrace. “It must be the thrill of being seen at any moment” she growled, moving her nose back and forth against his.

Jamie laughed, fingers brushing off the damp curls that lay across her forehead, “I think ye will need to wash again Sassenach, there’s wee bits of dirt smudged all over ye.” His hands tickled over her shoulders and down to her hips where dirt was indeed smudged across her skin.

Claire moved to sit up and looked down to take survey of her dirt covered body, “Is that so? I wonder how it go there?” She giggled at him, raising her eyebrows before slipping into the stream. “Aha, ye will nah get away from me sah quick” Jamie pulled off his shirt and kilt in speedy fashion and waded into the water after Claire. The water wasn’t too deep, it just reached his hips, ripples came from a few feet away as Claire laid back in the water, wetting her hair once again.

Jamie walked slowly across the stream, the steady rush of the water pushing against him. He found Claire’s waist under the water and gave it a squeeze, “Mmmm Sassenach, I love ye’re body when it’s nice and wet.” He bit his lower lip, picking Claire bodily out of the water and setting her in front of him, his hands lowering to her round arse and bringing her legs to wrap around his hips.

He didn’t take her then, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to, his cock certainly did, wedged between their bodies under the water. But he held her against him, savouring the smoothness of her skin, admiring the way the light flickered in her whiskey coloured eyes. Claire folded her hands around his neck and leaned back, her hair just brushing the surface of the water, he slid one hand from her hips up along her body, resting it in the valley of her firm breasts. “Ahhh” She sighed as he turned them, ever so slowly in circles.

Jamie held her body, almost weightless now in the cool stream, watching the sun dance across the expanse of her skin. He ran his hand over the perky nipples staring him in the face, he scooped up water and let it trickle from his hand over her body, sending chills over her. Claire’s eyes were closed, her arms now floating out beside her, basking in the touch of Jamie.

Roughly one hundred feet away, Roger and Bree were walking through the trees, taking advantage of the sunny spring day. They were talking about this and that, Jem & Germaine getting into mischief, Lizzie and her odd situation with the Beardsley twins. Roger was enjoying the scenery, looking up at the sky, shielding his eyes with his hand. When he looked down over near the stream he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Well ‘Jiminy Crickets’, here they are out in the open.” He exclaimed, squinting his eyes to make sure he it was really Jamie and Claire he was seeing, naked, limbs wrapped round each other, drifting in the water.

“Who’s out in the open?” Bree asked him, glancing in the direction Roger was staring at. “Christ!” She gasped, and hit Roger on the side of the arm, “Will you stop looking at them for crying out loud!” Bree eyed the spot where her parents were, it’s not that she was seeing anything particularly inappropriate, but she felt she was in the middle of a very intimate moment, there wasn’t room for prying eyes, even if her parents decided they could do that sort of thing out in the forest.

“It’s not my fault they’re doing hochmagandy out here now is it?” He laughed, a sudden urge welled up deep within him, he raised his thick brows at Bree and she smirked, shoving him in the chest.

“God Roger, I can’t believe you want to do that after seeing my parents naked! You’re disgusting!” She laughed and with one quick look back at her parents, Jamie’s hands now wound in her Mother’s hair, she turned them both to exit the forest. “I wouldna say ‘disgusting’, I’d say I’m only inspired ye ken?” Roger quipped, his hand slipping down Bree’s back and squeezing her arse making her yelp, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Oh my God.” She was laughing, clearly not turned off to the idea. Roger made a Scottish grunt in his throat and she said, “Oh come on then” and they picked up the pace, reaching the cabin in record time.

“Sassenach, ye look so lovely all spread out, so peaceful and yet while I like to watch ye be still, I canna help but want to make ye squirm.” Jamie sighed, oblivious to their watching party out in the forest. He slid his hand behind Claire’s head and wound his fingers through her hair, cradling her delicate head in his large rough hand.

“I don’t believe we’ve ever made love like this Jamie, in a moving stream…” Claire raised up slightly, her hands finding their rightful place on his chest. She leaned in to kiss him, hesitating before their lips met, “Care to try?” And pressed her mouth on his, not waiting for his response. The twitch of his cock between them was response enough. With one hand held on to the scruff of his neck, Claire moved her other hand below the surface of the water, taking hold of his cock. “Oooo Sassenach, what a fine grip ye have.” He cooed, kissing the side of her jawline.

“Am I being too rough on you?” Claire moaned, her head lolling from side to side as Jamie licked, nipped and sucked across her neck. “Nah mo nighean donn, never.” He found her hips again, guiding her body to envelope around him, he slid between her thighs with the help of Claire’s skillful hand. “Uhhh” Claire moaned, her forehead pressed against his, breath hot against his face, the rhythm of their joining began, a give and take of their souls. He could never tire of seeing Claire like this, her pleasure evident on her face, body surrendering to his with each thrust and twist.

Jamie found it easy to maneuver their bodies in the water, weightless, he bent his knees and thrust in an upward rolling motion, sending splashes of water in the air. “Jamie” Claire breathed, both her hands pressing against his cheeks, her mouth finding comfort in the depths of his. They rode out the waves of their desire, baring everything they had in that moment. They each called out the others name, willing themselves to somehow grow closer, the need to just be was overwhelming.

“Sassenach” Jamie mumbled against Claire’s mouth, her hand had dove under the water, resting on the place of their joining, forcing him deeper inside her. “I love you Jamie” she cried out, her body trembling around his, the vibration of her orgasm over-powered him, sending his head spinning, the rush of the water momentarily making him lose his balance.

Steadying himself, he opened his eyes, gazing at his wife’s astonishing beauty. “And I you” he kissed her, still joined and simply held her against him, drawing life from the nature around them.

[bee-kathony]

That’s Amore | Tales From Fraser’s Ridge

This is a collection of tales about characters that live on Fraser’s Ridge in North Carolina. Most stories are set after or during the book ‘Drums of Autumn’ by Diana Gabaldon. Missing moments I thought would fit in nicely, mostly a look into the domestic simple days of our favorite characters, it’s the little things isn’t it?

Part 1: Tell Me About the Bicycle | Claire & Jamie Part 2: A Song From the Past | Roger & Bree Part 3: Let Me Wash You | Claire & Jamie feat. Bree (briefly) Part 4: Reminiscing | Claire & Bree Part 5: Happy Birthday Sassenach | Claire & Jamie feat. Jenny, Ian, Rachel, Roger, Bree, Jem & Mandy Part 6: By the Fireside | Jenny & Bree Part 7: Saturation | Claire & Jamie (wee bit of Roger & Bree) Part 8: That’s Amore | Claire, Jamie, Roger, Bree, Jem, The Bug’s

PART 8: THAT’S AMORE

I sank down on my knees, careful not to get too much dirt on the hem of my newly washed dress as I started plucking tomatoes off the vine. Bree wanted to make pizza, she said her and Roger had missed it and that she thinks she could make a good version of it in this century. With only a few modifications to the ingredients like sheep’s milk for the cheese, as it would melt easier than the cheese we usually kept. I put five large tomatoes in my basket and found the fresh basil that would help enrich the flavours. She asked for garlic too, I had plenty of that already somewhere in my surgery as it was helpful for dressing wounds.

Jamie was up at the makeshift distillery where we brewed our own whiskey, gathering a barrel of cider he had made a few weeks ago to pair with our pizza. I let Bree be in charge of the crust, she had already started kneading the dough when I came out to collect the rest of the ingredients.

I stood up, grabbing my basket and checking to make sure I had what I needed. It was Jamie, Bree, Roger, Jem and I, along with the Bugs who would be eating pizza tonight. I calculated that between Jamie, Roger and Arch Bug we would most likely need three large pizzas to feed us all.

“Sassenach!” Jamie called, meeting me on my way up to the Big House, his arms wrapped around the barrel of cider. “What exactly is Bree cookin’ tonight… this ‘pizza’?” The way that ‘pizza’ sounded coming out of Jamie’s mouth made me laugh, his thick Scottish accent making it sound more like ‘peesa’.

“It’s basically a bread base, covered with a tomato sauce and then topped with cheese that melts when you cook it. You can put almost anything on pizza like different meats, vegetables and some people even put pineapple on it! Although I find that rather disgusting… who puts pineapple on pizza?” I stuck my tongue out and pretended to gag, making Jamie look at me with a worried expression. “I dinna know what pineapple taste like Sassenach but from the look on ye’re face, I may never want to taste it.” Jamie said as I opened the door, smelling the wood that had begun to burn in the small oven.

I walked into the kitchen, Jamie following closely behind, “Oh pineapple by itself is very good, sweet and juicy. Just not with pizza.” I said, setting down my basket and letting Bree take a look. Jamie set down the cider on the table and walked back over to me.

He patted my bum and leaned in, whispering “I do know what else is sweet and juicy Sassenach and I think I shall be wantin’ that for dessert.” I pursed my lips at him and hit him playfully on the arm, “We’ll see about that.”

“Mama, these tomatoes look great! Can you start crushing them to make the sauce? And then Da would you mind checking that Roger found the cheese alright? I asked him to get it about ten minutes ago.” Bree ordered us to our stations, Jamie departed with a quick kiss to each of our foreheads and I crushed the tomatoes, mixing in a few spices like salt, pepper and oregano I had got while trading for medicine the last time we where in Cross Creek.

“This was a very good idea Bree, the pizza. It will be a treat to eat something that hasn’t been simmering in a pot all day.” I grimaced, the amount of stew and soups I had consumed this past winter was astonishing and I would be glad to never eat it again.

Bree turned to me, hands dusted in flour, “It was Roger’s idea really, we were thinking of things we missed like coke and beer and what goes better with those than pizza?” She smiled and started forming the dough into a large round circle. I was so grateful to have Bree here but often when she spoke of our own time it brought sadness to my heart. If only there was a way to bring all the good things from our century to this one, mixing the best of our times together.

I brought the bowl of crushed tomatoes over to Bree, hoping it would work for the sauce. Just then Roger and Jamie walked through the door, Jamie holding the sheep’s cheese and Roger with guitar in hand.

“Singing tonight are we?” I glanced at the guitar as Roger placed it leaning against the wall. “Oh I have a song in mind.” He grinned a devilish grin and walked over to Bree, placing one arm around her waist and pulling her close to him.

“Jem is with the Bug’s down in the cabin, they said they’ll bring him up in time for pizza. Although they weren’t quite sure what to make of what I told them pizza was.” He clicked his tongue, grabbing the remaining dough and helping Bree form another circle shape.

“I hope this cider will be alright, it was brewed only a few weeks ago so it may not be ready yet.” Jamie said, resting his arm on top of said cider. I walked over to him and stood in between his legs, placing my arms on his shoulders. “I’m sure it will be fine Jamie, it always is.” I gave him a quick kiss and went over to help Bree finish up the pizzas.

It took us some clever thinking but eventually we got the pizza into the oven. Without something flat like a spatula to transfer the pizza in the oven, we ended up all putting our hands under the dough and carrying it. The smell began to waft through the house, making my stomach growl.

“Did that sound come from ye mo nighean donn?” Jamie asked, placing his large hand across my belly. “Yes, I’m so hungry I could eat a horse.” I laughed.

“Dinna eat my horse Sassenach, but take a shot at Clarence if ye must.” He joked and began to rub small circles against my stomach. “Hey, I like Clarence, even if he greets everyone a bit too loudly, he’s the best mule there ever was.” Jamie kissed me, licking my bottom lip. I pulled away just as the Bug’s came in with Jem running to jump in Roger’s arms.

“Ooh ye’re getting heavy Jemmy” Roger huffed, swinging Jem back and forth by the arms, his legs dangling and threatening to hit anyone in close proximity. Bree gave Roger a side eyed glance and Roger promptly stopped swinging Jem and placed him on the bench in front of the table.

“We must behave Jem,” Roger grinned, his back ramrod straight and he crossed his eyes, making Jem burst into a fit of giggles.

“The pizza is almost ready everyone! I’m just waiting on the last one to finish cooking and then we can eat.” Bree said, looking into the oven one more time to check the progress. “Da, do you mind filling everyone’s cups with cider?”

Jamie nodded and walked over to the barrel, I followed behind him and handed him glass after glass until everyone had a drink in front of him. Jem of course had milk, he was a bit young to drink the cider obviously although I had caught Jamie giving him a sip or two out of his cup a few too many times in the past.

Mrs. Bug helped us carry the pizza over to the table and Bree pulled out her Swiss Army knife, “This should do the job, since we don’t have a pizza cutter.” She said proudly and started slicing the pizza into eight even slices. I had to hold back my laugh as I watched the curious gazes and “oohs and aahs” from the Bugs and Jamie as they watched Bree slice up the pizza. Who knew pizza would be such an interesting thing?

I picked up a slice of pizza and took a bite, instantly regretting it as it was still piping hot from the oven and scalded my mouth. “Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!” I shouted and stuck my tongue out. Everyone at the table gave me odd looks and then eyed the pizza with sudden disgust.

“Oh no! The pizza is delicious, nothing wrong with it except the temperature. Eat up everyone.” I said reassuring the table, “It’s really alright” I said to Jamie as he picked up the slice and bit off the smallest bite ever known to man.

“It is good Sassenach, well done Brianna.” He smiled and then took a normal sized bite, finishing another two slices in quick succession. We drank and ate until there was nothing left but crumbs on the table, pizza had now become a Ridge favourite and I suspected we would be making it more often.

Roger stood up from the table and picked up his guitar, adjusting his hands on the strings he began to play a familiar tune.

“What’s that song Mackenzie?” Jamie asked, pouring more cider into everyone’s cups.

Roger grinned at me and Bree and began singing, “When a moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore, when the world seems to shine like you’ve had too much wine, that’s amore…”

[milkymickeyway]

I mean, JamieClaire is my number one ship in this show, but I wasn’t upset by my number two ship having a focal episode 🥹

[milkymickeyway]

Something about my favorite 18th Scotsman having a Led Zeppelin loving daughter just warms my heart.