#drunk claire

[montedeto]

— Bolt the door. 

— Bolt the door? 

— Mm-hmm. 

— Why would I do that?

[renee-writer]

Safety Chapter 6 Drunk Claire

She sits, knees up with the tarden wrapped loosely around her. She has changed in jammies, shorts and a button down shirt. Jamie is manly trying to keep in mind she is just a mate. This task is made more difficult, the drunker the lass gets.

He didn’t imagine a spot or two of whisky in some hot tea would get her this intoxicated. But” as she tells him, “Frank didn’t believe women should drink. Wasn’t lady like.” She tells him a lot as the evening rolls on.

“Sex,” his eyes jerk to her,” it was all about baby making. Right from the start. The first cycle I had after we were married, ah it infuriated him. He yelled and made such a to do. Said he married a young virgin and expected that I would provide him with a heir. Couldn’t get him to listen to reason.” She sighed and twirled the golden liquid of the tea around. “We were trying every night. Not that I ever got much pleasure from it. Didn't even know I was supposed to. The next month was the first time he hit me.” Jamie's breath catches. He had suspected from her reaction at Ian's office but, to have it confirmed.

“Slapped me hard across the face.” Her hand goes up to cradle it, as if she still felt it. “Said I was useless if I couldn’t get with child. I cried and begged him for another chance. Can you imagine. But, I was just 18 and really thought I needed him. He knew he had me then. Good and proper. That is when the affairs started. He tried to hide them at first but a woman knows. He stopped asking for it every night. Was calmer when my cycle came again, cause he had several back-up plans. Finally I found a perfume stain on his shirt, and me forbidden to wear it, and confronted him. He straight up admitted it. ‘She may be able to give me what you can't.’ is what he said.

I screamed, cried, threw things. It was a regular scene. He grabbed me, pushed me down, and raped me, all the while saying, ‘maybe you will do your wifely duty now.’ I should have left then. I was just scared. Better the devil you know. The affairs continued and I skipped a period. Oh he was so joyful. I wanted to be but, the thought of bringing a child into that house. Before my first doctor's appointment, I started bleeding. Oh, he beat ne so bad. It was my fault, you see. I had caused it. I had taken away the one thing he wanted from me.

I was unable to move for two days. I laid in rhe center of our bed, he had went off to one of his mistresses, and wished to die. The cramps were horrid, I was bleeding so bad I ended up throwing the bedding away. I knew he had broken a rib of two, I was a mass of bruises. Death seemed easier then living.

He was so sweet when he returned, apologetic, tender. He carried me to the bath, washed me, as he wept over every bruised he caused. He said it was just grief that made him act out in such a despicable manner. He begged my forgiveness and I gave it. I gave it! I did slip away and get on the Pill as soon as my bruises faded enough. I knew I couldn’t bring an innocent child into that house. Oh, I didn’t grab them! He will find them. Well, he should know, right?”

Jamie, who had been drifting in an increasingly building rage, was jerked back to her at her question. “Oh aye, the bloody f*cking bastard should! He should ken you took some control.” She signs and moves closer to him, close enough to rest her head on his shoulder.

“I shoulda left. Not just got on the Pill.”

“Aye but doing that, taking that control, showed real courage. I am proud of you for it.”

“Thank you. He never beat me that bad again. But every month, as my cycle would come, he would slap me around. The affairs never stopped. I caught him once before the threesome that drew me to you. It was in our own house, about a year ago. Her name was Candy or Sandy. I did walk out then but ended up coming back. I had nowhere to go, you see?”

“I do. I am glad I was available to offer a place to go.” He had started stroking her hair, he wasn’t even aware of the action.

“Me too. I am truly free!”

“You are.” She more firmly rests her head on him and wraps her arm around his chest. He wraps his arm around her. “You are safe here. That I promise. He will never lay another hand on you.”

“My hero.” She looks up at him and time seems to stop as their eyes lock.

“Nae, we can’t do this!” He drops his hands and moves her away.

“Why?”

“Mates that is all. You are still married.”

“Not in anyway that counts. I need to fill like a woman. Please!”

“No. Christ! Claire you are drunk. Drunk and married. I will not be taken advantage of that. You will thank me in the morning.”

“I doubt that.” Her pouty lips harden him more. F*ck!

“You need sleep.” He lifts her up and carries her to bed. Laying her down, he covers her up, kisses her forehead, and walks out, firmly shutting the door. He goes to his, locks the door behind him, and undresses with muttered curses. It has been since.. Well, a while. She, with her long legs and pert little breasts, her heartbreaking story, and need of him. God, the need of hers! It was enough to almost push him over the edge. Almost.

He climbs into bed, takes himself in hand, and thinks of her. He cums in seconds.

[jamiedornaniseverything]

Drunk Claire ♪♫♪ (pt.1)

[gwendolyngreene]

Reasons I Love Clawen: 17/∞

Drunk Claire does things that Sober Claire would never do. Embarrassing things. Things she regrets in the morning. Like bursting into rousing choruses of "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" at 2 AM in their apartment building because the irony is hilarious. One time, someone actually shouted back "THIS LION WOULD LIKE TO SLEEP TONIGHT!", which only made her cackle with laughter. That night was even harder than normal to get her to bed since she kept trying for an encore.

[jamiedornaniseverything]

Claire & Jamie ► 3.11

[jamiedornaniseverything]

[renee-writer]

I hear you’re constantly seen drunk in the middle of the afternoon

Gotham's Writing Workshop week 39

"Mistress Beauchamp?"

"That me. Missstreeess Beauuuuchhaaammp. Or you can call me Claire." Her words slur and they can smell the alcohol coming off of her from several feet away.

"Why do we always get the real drunk ones?" Rupert Mackenzie complains to his cousin and partner Jamie Fraser.

"Because we are big and can handle them." Jamie answers.

"Hey fellers, I am drunk. Not deaf."

"Beg your pardon Mistress."

"Welll aren't you a sweet one."

"Mistress Beauchamp, we have heard you are always drunk in the middle of the afternoon." Rupert states.

"Who say? Ahhh it is true enough."

"Well, Mistress, that.is no good." Jamie adds as he.takes her pulse. They had been called out because her neighbor found her passed out in her yard. She had aldo reported her extreme drinking.

"You are Scot if my ears, ahhh, I , you are.Scottish?"

"Yes lass."

"So you should, ummmm, understand."

"This is what we understand. You are.destroying your body. And putting yourself in danger." Rupert answers.

"Wasn't talking to you."

"I.."

"Rupert, go get the gurney. We need to take her in." He knows Rupert had a hard.spot for drunks. His father had beat his mum to near death while drunk.

"Mmmfffhh." But he goes and does it.

"See, you understand."

"I don't lass."

"Claire."

"Can you explain Claire?"

"I found my husband in bed with my best friend and started drinking. Never stopped." And, in the way of drunks, she burst into tears.

"Ah Christ." Rupert says when he sees her.

"Not a word Rupert. Let's get her loaded." The lift her on to the gurney and strap her in. They load her in the back and start.an IV. Rupert goes to the front to drive while Jamie calls in her vitals and gives the hospital her history. She is still weeping.

"Lass, Claire. He is an arse. But if you continue to destroy yourself, you are.letting him win."

"What is your name?"

"Jamie."

"Jamie, will you help me? Please." The.bald need drew.him in and before he knew it, he had agreed to help her.

"Ye wee fool. What is it, ye want in her pants? Mary may not be happy about that."

"No Rupert. She is just so lost."

"Almost everyone we meet is. Why her?"

"I dinna ken. There be something."

[claireisontheinterweb-blog]

Zoe’s 21st

Dear Cousin Out In The Americalands!!!

I’M BACK!!!

(but let’s face it, probably not for very long hahaha…. oh I really need to learn to commit to things)

So, a whole while back (8th October), I was back in Swindon, since I was there for my brother’s graduation. Luckily, it just so happened that I got invited to a surprise 21st birthday party for my friend Zoe. UNFORTUNATELY I may have just gotten a little tips… okay, I got smashed!!! This is what happens when you don’t eat food before having a drink and then do several shots of different alcohols in a fairly short space of time. I’m just glad I didn’t ruin anyone’s evening. Here are some photos of when I was still capable of taking and being in photos!!!