This story takes place during the weekend of the Laphroaig Whisky 200-year celebrations on Islay that Sam was invited to. Speculation was rife that Caitriona also went with him but under the radar. This is what I think happened. This was the first story that I published on the start of my blog.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
ROSES FOR VALENTINE’s DAY (6 Chapters)
This is an AU Sam/Cait story. Sam is working in New York and may not make it home for Valentine’s Day which makes Caitriona feel very melancholy.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
SANTA BABY (9 Chapters)
Sam returns home after a whirlwind Outlander promotional tour to Australia and Japan and catches Caitriona singing in the shower. She has visions of Sam dressing up as her “Santa Baby” for Christmas and everything that that might entail. Based on the Christmas song “Santa Baby.”
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3 (S)
Chapter 4 (S)
Chapter 5 (NSFW)
Chapter 6 (S)
Chapter 7 (S)
Chapter 8 (S)
Chapter 9 (NSFW)
THREE DAYS IN THE HIGHLANDS – (44 Chapters)
Sam and Caitriona decide to travel to the Highlands for a well-earned break from filming Season 2 in his newly purchased Audi Quattro Q5 with one other little passenger. Little does Caitriona know what is in store for her when they arrive in the Loch Rannoch area.
This is an AU crossover story between La Femme Nikita and Outlander.
James Fraser and Claire Beauchamp are operatives that work for a covert secret organisation called Section One. Their terrorist target is Sun Yee Lok, the hard to pin down leader of the Rising Dragons’ Triad that is responsible for several deaths and other atrocities in Hong Kong. In their attempt to capture him and eliminate the triad for good, they come across other triad members and pursue these people in the hope that they will lead them to their leader.
All chapters this far can be found at -https://sablelab.tumblr.com/covertoperations
I stared blankly at the line in my script. I had been going over the same scene, alone in my trailer, for the past 40 minutes. I wasn’t retaining a thing, and my mind was all over the place with memories of a sleepless night. I read it again, and stared into my vanity mirror. What the fuck, Balfe. It was a single sentence.
“I’ve asked Brianna–”
My mind blanked again. I picked up my phone and saw an unread message.
Dusty Rose: Christ, if Matthew doesn’t stop crying. He screams every time we sit him on Sleepy.
Without acknowledging Sam’s message, I typed my own.
Come to my trailer when you’re done with the scene. I’m distracted and need to talk through something with you. Maybe running the lines together will help.
Dusty Rose: K. I have 20 minutes or so for a reset.
I closed my eyes and fluffed out my flat wig hair. Shit, I was tired and could use a pick me up. Where was that PA with the fucking coffee? I folded my legs up indian style, closing in on myself in the salon chair I was sitting in in front of the mirror. I arched my back, stretching my arms high out over my head and rolled my head around. It was going to be a long night.
I folded my arms on my head, closed my eyes, and ran through the line again.
“I’ve asked Brianna to draw some portraits for us. Of all of them, especially Jemmy.”
I was taken out of my reverie by the sound of an elephant wearing boots, stomping and scraping, as the screen door slammed shut behind me.
“Is really it necessary to make that much noise?” I said without moving or opening my eyes.
“It rained a bit. Would ye prefer I left the muddy boots on?”
I opened my eyes and chuckled at the sight of Sam stumbling around and pulling the heavy boots off in one tug, nearly losing his balance.
“What’s the deal? What are we rehearsing? I’m not sure if i’m in the headspace to go over that last block again at the moment.”
I gave him a weak smile. “It’s silly really, but it’s just the short scene before the window. My mind’s been elsewhere and I need someone to keep me in the moment.”
He walked over to where I was sitting and propped against the counter, facing me. Looking over, he picked up the script and analyzed the page I was on. He raised his eyes to look at me, brows hitting the ceiling.
“Ye have two lines?”
“....yes,” I hesitated, lifting my chin up a bit.
“Where is Caitríona and what did ye do with her?” He gave me an incredulous look, tilting his head to the side.
I rolled my eyes and let out a small snicker.
“What’s going on up there?” He said, and swatted the side of my head with the script.
I sighed and covered my eyes with my arms once more, afraid that I had reached the point of exhaustion where I may actually shed tears.
“Hey. Balfe.” A more serious tone this time, I thought.
Letting out another big sigh, I let my arms fall to the arms of the chair, and steeled my expression. His face softened while he waited for an answer.
“There’s just… a lot going on at home. A lot going on here. A lot to prep for and scenes I'm nervous about. I didn’t sleep well. My mind is racing and I’m having a hard time focusing.”
He gave me a sympathetic smile, which morphed into a more serious “Jamie look.” I always found it funny how he could switch Jamie on and off like that.
“That’s a braw notion, Sassenach.”
He smiled at me and lifted one eyebrow.
“I remembered you for 20 years, Mo Chridhe. No pictures at all, hm. But it does help.” He gave a smirk, no doubt at the confidence he had in delivering a well practiced line.
He lifted my hand and pressed it to his lips, lingering for a moment. Sam or Jamie now? We held eye contact, and for a moment, my mind was clear and everything stood still. His expression was soft and warm. The bloody man was always so concerned with how I was feeling. So in tune. Always my calm center, and always making sure I was okay– even if he was mostly to blame for the turbulence at home. But he didn’t need to know that.
“What are you doing?” I said, scoffing, then trying (and failing) to yank my hand away.
He held his grip and tugged at my hand, as he took a step back, and pulled me to my feet. He pulled me close with his hands on my hips and I stood there, looking up at him, frozen, unsure what to do. And then his hands went lower, cupping my ass and lifting me. Before I knew what was happening I was being placed on the counter with him standing close between my legs. He stood still for a moment, giving me time to move, or push him away. I felt myself fighting to give into another moment that felt rather intimate, considering our current dynamic.
He ran a soothing hand up and down my back, while the other ran up the outside of my leg. Finger tips ever so lightly tracing from ankle to the back of my knee, until they stopped, disappearing under my robe and on top of my thigh. He leaned in, laying his palm flat on the top of my thigh, and spreading his fingertips dangerously close to where I wanted them. His lips hovered closely to my ear and his breath was hot, tickling and raising the baby hairs on my skin.
“Onions.”
I let out a cackle. This was not where I thought things were going.
“Garlic. Mmm. Something hot,” he continued. “Hm...peppercorns, aye. Cloves.”
I pulled back, giving him a questioning look. He wiggled his eyebrows and answered by placing a soft kiss on the skin underneath my left ear.
“Are we still running lines?” I asked, as I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath.
“Aren’t we?
I pulled back and swatted at him. “Don’t do that.”
He grinned like a devil.
“Sam–” shaking my head, I moved to get down from the counter. “Your driver will be back here any moment.”
He placed a hand on the low part of my stomach to stop me and lowered his head to meet my eyes. “Trust me?”
I hesitated as I felt the fingertips inch closer to the inside of my leg. His hand was now completely under my robe. I felt his thumb brush down and stroke my thigh lazily. As he placed his other hand on my lower back and pulled me aflush with him, wedging my legs further apart.
I looked him dead in the eye, holding eye contact to the point where it was nearly uncomfortable, but he didn’t break. He held my gaze as the hand on my thigh began to move towards my center. He dipped a single, dexterous finger into my wetness, sliding it upwards and swirling around the swelling nub with the lightest pressure. My mouth fell open and his reaction mirrored mine, as I sucked in a heavy breath of air. I heard him let out a low whimper, as a second finger joined in, this time pressing further. I relished in the feel of him moving torturously slow, and struggled to keep our eyes locked.
My lids lowered and he planted a hand at the base of my hair, tugging hard enough to cause me to to open my eyes further.
“Let me make you feel good,” he breathed into my mouth, but all I could manage was a sob.
I held his eyes once again, as I watched him drop to his knees, one at a time, and hike my leg over his shoulder. He dragged his tongue up the inside of my knee, pausing to look at me for a moment, then continued up, before he placed his hot mouth over my center and ran his tongue bottom to top.
Sam picked up his pace, urgently swirling, licking, and sucking. Moving to the spot that he had carefully practiced so many times before, sending me into my undoing. I threw my head backwards, slamming it in the cabinet hanging above and letting out an ungodly moan.
His hand flew up to silence me and I dipped his fingers into my mouth, sucking and following his pace. I heard him growl and let out a low “fuck” myself, as bright spots began to appear, and I couldn’t focus on anything but my completion.
Looking up at me, he spread me open with his fingers and suddenly the pressure of his tongue was too much. I reeled forward as my hand jumped to the top of his head and my fingers dug into his hair, but I wasn’t sure if I was stopping him or pulling him closer. He flicked his tongue over me, once, twice, and I launched forward again.
“Let go, Cait,” he breathed. And I did, feeling all the tension leave my body.
I wasn’t sure how long I sat there on the counter, with my eyes closed and resting my head against the cabinets. When I did finally open my eyes, rather regretfully, I was alone and my phone was buzzing across the table at the end of the trailer. I hopped down and padded over to it.
How do we keep ending up here? I thought to myself, running a hand over my face and through my hair. So much for clearing your fucking mind, Balfe.
Dusty Rose: You knocked out for a bit and I’m due back on set. PA is bringing that coffee.
Thank you, I replied.
I watched the three dots appear on the iMessage screen; then disappear. They appeared again, this time staying on the screen for what felt like a lifetime…
I heard a knock and turned to open the door to see Kerry, my makeup artist.
“Hey, Caitríona! Ready to get into makeup?”
I gave her a warm smile and nodded.
I looked down at my phone again. His reply never came through.
Disclaimer : Please don't be offended by any characterization in this story. It is not based on anything. It's going to be a bumpy road, but everything will work out in the end. Enjoy, and thank you for your support.
Beginning is slightly NSFW
The room is warm, dark but comforting. Completely silent save from the sound of their lips pressing against each other. Their first kiss turned into another, and another. The thought of ever stopping makes her head spin and she digs her fingers deeper into his back, anchoring herself to him.
‘’ Sam. ‘’ Sam’s hands found their way on her neck, delicately caressing the skin there. It’s a small gesture, but he touches her with such wonderment and gentleness, she can feel the tears burning her eyes.
‘’ Ye’re so beautiful. ‘’ His hands trace the outline of her body, and she trembles. ‘’ How are ye so beautiful? ‘’
A part of her wants to tell him that she isn’t, that he is the most beautiful thing she ever saw. But all she can do is moan into his mouth, unable to do anything else. She feels her heart beat faster when his fingers fumble with the buttons of her jeans.
She wants him inside her, that much she knows. But she is overwhelmed with all kinds of feelings, in a way she never was before. Not being in control is at the top of the things she hates the most. Before she can even try to calm herself, the moment is over. Words are whispered against her ear, but she doesn’t understand them.
Don’t let yourself be vulnerable, don’t let yourself be vulnerable. An old personal mantra. Almost like an old and comforting friendship.
‘’ Are you ok? Did I do something wrong? ‘’
She wants to burst into tears at the thought that she might have just creeped him out forever. Or that she might have ruined her chance of ever having a normal relationship with him.
‘’ No, no it’s me. ‘’ Behind her quaking voice, he can hear the frustration.
‘’ You haven’t done anything, it’s ok if you are not ready Cait. “
He can see the deception on her face, something resembling guilt. She is quiet for a long moment, her eyes searching his for reassurance. For any sign that he won’t make her leave, that she did not just lost her only chance.
‘’ Is it ok if we – if we wait a little? ‘’
‘’ Of course it’s ok baby. ‘’
Sam’s answer comes so quickly, and so naturally, she can only believe him. The way he looks at her and the constant movement from his hand on her side, reassures her. She is not alone; he’s not going anywhere.
Not tonight anyways.
She nods fiercely, suddenly overcome by an emotion she can’t exactly name. How did she ever come to deserve his presence in her life?
She is not used to such understanding, to such tenderness. She almost wants to tell him that, but it might be revealing too much of herself.
In a mutual agreement, they end up laying side to side, forehead pressed together. She knows that she does not have to say anything, that she could fall asleep right there and then and he would not mind. He just gets her. Maybe even more then she gets herself.
But because the fear of losing him is simply overwhelming, she feels like she must.
‘’ I came here tonight because I needed you. ‘’ She presses a tender kiss on neck. ‘’ Because I trust you to make things better. I hope that’s enough for now.‘’
‘’ Don’t ever worry about being enough Caitriona.‘’
She gives him a small smile, and the next words are out before she can even think about it.
‘’ Tá mo chroí istigh ionat.’’
A language she has not spoken in ages, something that is close to home, that she buried years ago when that home was left behind. But Sam feels like home.
‘’ That sounded beautiful. What does it mean? ‘’
‘’ Nothing, maybe I’ll tell you one day. ‘’
She falls asleep to the beating of his heart, her own full of hope.
She wakes up to fingers dancing on her cheek and playing with her hair.
She does not want to open her eyes, afraid to break the spell of last night. When she does, she is greeted by his beautiful smile awakening butterflies in her stomach.
Is this what love feels like?
‘’ For such a beautiful wee thing ye do snore quite loudly ‘’
‘’ Shut up, I don’t snore. ‘’
She could get used to this she thinks. Waking in his arms, laughter all around.
This is a dangerous game you’re playing Caitriona.
‘’ Aye ye do. ‘’
In a second, her lips are against his. She can feel his smile against her lips, and the happiness radiating from him.
‘’ Well, I sure hope my wee noises don’t bother you too much. ‘’
From the look on his face, she knows where his mind went and briefly pretends to be offended.
‘’ You child. ‘’
He holds her tighter against him, humming against her ear. The constant movement on her back almost puts her back to sleep, but his next words remind that there is ( sadly ) a world outside of his apartment.
‘’ I have to leave in an hour. ‘’
Right. He has a life. She has life. Parts of her life he would probably never want to know about. Others, she hopes she will be able to share with him. Whether she eventually manages to do it or not, she still has to go back to her apartment. Back to the façade she has worked so hard to build, and that she now wishes could go away.
He tilts her chin up.
‘’ I’ll be back in a few days, ok? ‘’ She seems unsure. ‘’ You’ll be so busy filming, you won’t even notice I am gone. ‘’
If only he knew.
She caresses his chin ‘’ I’ll miss you. ‘’
‘’ I’ll miss you too. ‘’
The drive back to her apartment, is filled with reflections and a urge to continue driving all the way to London. She need to tell Sam about Tony. If she ever wants this to work, there simply is not another option.
She does not want to think of her reaction, but she hopes he can find it in his heart to forgive her. Although she would understand if he could not. She knows how betrayal feels like.
But he has to understand.
The first thing she sees when she turns the corner of her street is his car. She grips the steering wheel tighter, her knuckles turning white. She has no strength, and no desire to deal with him right now.
They used to be friends. Tony and her. Now, she can only resent him. There is an overwhelming anger associated to his name, and sometimes even anxiousness. She does not like the person she is with him. He brings a side of her that she despises, but can’t control.
She misses their friendship, what they used to have. But she can’t stand what it has become.
When she unlocks her door, she sees him sitting at her kitchen table. The sight of him in her apartment makes makes her anxious and uncomfortable. Like he does not belong there.
‘’ That was a long phone call. ‘’
She rolls her eyes and hopes he notices.
‘’ Believe it or not, some people are actually interested in what I have to say. ‘’
She hates herself when she is with him.
‘’ Well I hope last night’s fuck helped you feel more important. ‘’ It hurts because nothing about last night was casual, and it certainly was not just a fuck. She would rather die, then to see this night being ruined.
‘’ You bloody bastard. ‘’
She makes her way to the kitchen, not bothering to look at him. If she does, she will lose it. She is in the middle of intently searching for something in thatdrawer when she hears him getting up.
‘’ Do you think I am enjoying this Caitriona? ‘’ His presence makes her feel dizzy ‘’ Do you think it’s fair that I had to leave everything behind for this shit? ‘’
‘’ I cannot – I am suffocating here. I can’t breathe. ‘’
In a rush of sudden anger, he kicks the counter making her jump in her place.
‘’ Don’t be so bloody dramatic. ‘’
For a moment, the only noise that can be heard is of her rummaging through her drawer.
‘’ Where are my fucking cigarettes? ‘’
‘’ I threw them out. ‘’
Her hands tremble with the effort of staying silent, not wanting to give him another reason to criticize her. Eventually he leaves the kitchen, and walks towards the front door.
He probably knows that there is nothing left to say anymore.
‘’ I am going back to LA. One of my friend needs help on a contract and I offered to help. I won’t be back for about two months. ‘’
She wants to say something like good, but knows that she is in no state to speak without either screaming or crying. She would rather stay quiet.
‘’ Hopefully by then we’ll know what to do with this. ‘’
The door closes behind him and she tries to calm herself. She tries all of the tricks she has and have been given. Think of quiet and happy places, count to 10, take deep breaths, close your eyes, find a focus object…But nothing works.
Her phone buzzes, and she quickly grabs it. Anything to distract her.
Sam: I had an amazing night with you. Don’t ever doubt yourself my love, you are way more than enough. I can’t wait to see you and hold you in my arms again xx
N.B. Due to this story being censored and most posts removed from my blog with no URL for recourse to review, I decided to post the chapters without any of @sassylover-stuff’s manip pictures to save any hassle.
DISCLAIMER: This nine part story is a Sam and Caitriona fanfic. This is a complete work of fiction and as such is an entirely fabricated tale created in my imagination. I do not know the people in my story, nor do I proclaim to know anything about them whatsoever about their status or their life in general. This is a complete fantasy story concocted from the Christmas song “Santa Baby” which was used as a prompt for my writing.
SYNOPSIS : Sam returns home after a whirlwind Outlander promotional tour to Australia and Japan and catches Caitriona singing in the shower. She has visions of Sam dressing up as her “Santa Baby” for Christmas and everything that that might entail. Based on the Christmas song “Santa Baby.”
This Chapter is suggestive and THANKS so much for reading my fictional Christmas story. ENJOY!!!
Earlier chapters below:-
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 (S)
Chapter 4 (S) / Chapter 5 (NSFW) / Chapter 6 (S)
CHAPTER 7
Very Early Christmas Morning...
Caitriona was wide awake. Although she tried, she couldn’t go back to sleep for her mind was going ten for a dozen with the thoughts dancing around in her brain and just one of them had anything to do with the guests that would be arriving today to celebrate Christmas with them in their new home. Instead, she was mulling over the last couple of days since Sam had returned home from Australia and all that had happened since then.
They’d had a very busy day yesterday doing all those last minute preparations for Christmas Day so that everything would be less stressful when the family arrived for Christmas dinner. The Scots Pine tree was beautifully dressed and all the presents had been wrapped and placed under the tree. The sliver baubles that Eddie had brought to their bedroom and which Sam had playfully placed on her big toe were now taking pride of place on the branches of their Christmas tree. Caitriona couldn't help but smile every time she saw those two baubles. They reminded her of Sam’s association with Cahonas Scotland and their timely reminder to check your partner for testicular cancer. Sam always asked her to check out his “baws” at this time of the year and looking at those two baubles was a reminder that took on a slightly more personal significance.
Thankfully Eddie had not pulled off as many ornaments as they thought she would which was an added bonus. Sam had brought her back a special Santa cat toy shaped like a koala and she had amused herself with that until she was tired out and just went to sleep in front of the fire. Her adorable husband had even kissed her under the mistletoe that she’d placed in the lounge room and every chance he got he managed to manoeuvre her in that direction for another smooch.
“I'm sure that mistletoe should have a sign that says, Kiss me I'm Irish,” Sam had said laughing as he teased her and placed yet another toe curling kiss to her lips.
“I’ll put a sign up next year if you like hon.”
“Aye that would be grand … and a kiss a hot Scot one too.”
“Hmmm … Sure babe … I can do that for you.”
Cait smiled remembering their conversation because that little exchange had resulted in a kiss that very soon got way out of control. Just the thought of all that kissing and all the things that had ensued since her man had returned from overseas flashed though Caitriona’s brain; however, it was the events of last night that really had her in a dreamy state of sublime happiness. She never dreamed that when she’d asked Sam to be her Santa Baby that he would perform for her in the way that he did. She was certainly one lucky woman.
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Just the thought of her husband in that Santa suit had her heartbeats accelerating.
The words and music of Santa Baby were now firmly entrenched in her brain. Caitriona began humming softly to herself with the song that just wouldn’t leave her subconscious and she couldn’t stop the smile that graced her lips at her most wonderful partner fulfilling her request with his performance last night.
Come and trim my Christmas tree,
With some decorations bought at Tiffany’s,
I really do believe in you,
Let’s see if you believe in me
Santa Baby
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Oh hurry down the chimney tonight …
Santa baby
So hurry down the chimney tonight,
Hurry down the chimney tonight,
Hurry, tonight.
As she lay in a dreamy but joyful haze, Cait couldn’t help the euphoric feelings that suddenly coursed through her body as her thoughts turned to the man who had brought her dreams to life last night. Slowly turning her head, she looked over toward her gorgeous husband who was soundly sleeping. Sam looked so damn hot when he was sleeping and she couldn’t help but think how utterly adorable, funny and sexy he was. Christmas Eve had been a night to remember and it was one she would not soon forget. What had happened before they retired had been everything and more than she had ever expected or ever dreamed possible. Her eyes filled with love as they caressed his features before resting on his fluttering eyelashes. Sam was smiling in his sleep and perhaps he too was dreaming about what had occurred last night, she thought. He certainly looked very pleased with himself. Caitriona was sorely tempted to brush his lips with her own, but she knew if she did her love would awaken and she wanted to lose herself in remembrance of the feelings she had experienced with what he’d done for her.
Sam was just magnificent in everything that he did and he was more than true to his spoken words … “Of course … I’ll be anything and everything you want me to be babe.”
Cait didn’t think that she could ever view Christmas Eve again like the one they had shared last night. Her wonderful, gorgeous, super sexy husband had fulfilled all her Christmas fantasies and then some with his performance that still had her heart racing. When she glanced over towards him again, Sam began gently snoring and Cait smiled beguilingly at her exhausted hubby. Last night he had given her an early Christmas present to savour for years to come and one she would not easily forget. Lovingly placing a kiss to his stubbled cheek, Caitriona turned over and lay in bed still thinking of his slow, sexy striptease last night as he had peeled off the red Santa suit piece by piece just for her. At that moment, she couldn’t love him any more than she did already … it was not possible.
Oh, but she did. She really did.
Cait’s face suddenly felt flushed and she raised her hands to her cheeks and felt the telltale warmth of a blush. Placing her hand to her chest she also felt the rhythm of her heartbeats begin to thump while a tingling sensation zigzagged through her body as her thoughts began to wander to the man beside her. She bit her lip to prevent the little moan that bubbled up in her throat. Smiling like the cat that had swallowed all the cream, Caitriona remembered her love’s exuberance to make this little performance for her one she would always commit to memory of what happened on Christmas Eve in their master bedroom.
Christmas Eve...
When Sam entered their bedroom decked out in his Santa Suit, Cait couldn’t stop the smile beaming on her face. Her husband looked glorious and oh, so sexy decked out in his Christmas costume. Caitriona watched as her Santa Claus came towards her as she lay on the bed with such a wicked gleam in his eye that he totally unbalanced her. Her amazing husband was dressed in a crimson red, fur lined jacket already part open and exposing his virile chest which immediately set her heart all a fluttering, a big black belt hung low on his waist and he was wearing black boots and a Santa hat. Her wide eyes lingered on his body and lazily caressed him once more from top to toe. Her gaze stopped when she saw what was in his hand for Sam was also carrying his mobile phone. That made her laugh as he never went anywhere without his phone.
“You’ve still got your phone in your hand honey.’’
“I know babe. I mean to take some pictures … lots of pictures … of you my Cai-tri-ona and then you can do the same for me,” he purred in that sultry voice that had her catch her breath.
“Oh …”
“Starting right now.”
Sam aimed his phone and snapped away as Cait struck a pose on their bed. “You look so sexy hon laying there in that provocative lingerie that I just want to rip it off your body. I think I could just devour you.”
“Not so fast buster … not until you perform for me Heughan,” she chastised him, a little flustered by what her husband was saying. “Do you think my Santa Baby fantasy will just go away with you dressed like that and nothing more? I want to see you take it off Sam … all of it off,” were her challenging replies although given the way her husband was looking at her she was feeling anything but at the moment.
Sam merely answered with one of his enigmatic smiles that curled her toes. It was predatory and menacing, full of innuendo and oh, so intimidating but promising at the same time because he knew that his words rang true. Moving forward towards their bed Sam leaned down and kissed his saucy temptress passionately, locking his lips to his alluring wife’s before he had even removed one piece of clothing. At the touch of his lips … Cait’s knees went to water.
Just as well I am lying down, she thought, or else I just might collapse on the spot.
Caitriona knew that Sam too had been spellbound by the eager expression on her face and had returned the kiss in kind. Breathless, they severed their caress and her husband gave her such a penetrating look that Cait was very tempted to forget what she had just said.
With added bravado and in a titillating, sexy voice she ordered, “Take your clothes off Santa.”
Equally seductive, Sam replied, “Say please.”
Caitriona’s eyes traversed her adorable man from head to toe before they rested on his face where a roguish smile bowed his lips. Sam was enjoying this charade way too much, but then again so was she. Cait lowered her eyes before slowly raising them again as her lips irresistibly mouthed her retort.
“Pl-ease.”
How she had ever found the words to tell Sam to take his Santa clothes off before she herself ripped them off his body … Cait would never know. God, she had wanted desperately to see him naked and she’d momentarily forgotten that she was watching this sexy man and that her Santa Sam was going to perform for her.
Sam saw the change in his wife’s demeanour as she lay there watching him. She had anticipated this very moment ever since she’d sung that Christmas song in the shower, but now that her fantasy was about to eventuate she had turned into a provocative temptress. He heard the hitch in her voice as he approached the bed and gave Cait his Cell phone.
“Here honey ... take this. It might come in handy.”
“For what Sam?”
“I’m sure you’ll figure it out babe,” was his enigmatic reply.
“Oh ...” Sam had left his phone by her side no doubt for her to capture the moment that he began to disrobe.
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Caitriona watched spellbound as her hub’s first movements were hasty and jerky as he began to tear the outfit from his body. She had to tell him to slow down.
“No … Slowly Sam … I mean my Santa Baby. Perform for me,” was her husky instruction.
Oh boy. Where did those words come from? Cait thought.
Sam merely grinned at his wife. He was just testing the waters to see how she would react to a quick striptease. Ah, very predictable Mrs Heughan. When she told him to go slowly, he knew that his tactics had worked. With a widening grin, Sam held her gaze with a piercing, smouldering look that had Caitriona squirming in anticipation of his next move. Placing his hands onto his chest where the Santa jacket lay open, Sam sensually ran them down and over his chest before slowly edging his fingers over his washboard stomach and letting them lie pointing down towards his groin. Assiduously watching her husband’s every move, Caitriona bit her lip. Hawk eyed Heughan saw the sign of his wife’s flushed cheeks and face as her eyes were glued to what his hands were doing. Her Santa Baby gave her a smile and cheekily raised an eyebrow which always sent a thrill dancing down her spine.
Although she was in awe of his tactics, she aimed his phone and took a picture while she still had a little rational thought remaining, for who knew how her body would react once he began to remove the Santa suit.
Enthralled by the affect his actions were having on his wife, Sam started to really get into the swing of things. He was enjoying himself immensely particularly knowing that his gorgeous lady was slowly unravelling before his eyes. She was so sexy and he was intoxicated by her.
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However, as he performed for her, little did Cait know that her husband was also feeling slightly unhinged too as he watched her lay on the bed watching him.
Sam could barely breathe as he looked at his desirable wife lying on her stomach, nonchalantly watching him and waiting for him to remove the Santa suit they had purchased earlier in the day. At first he’d felt a little silly but when he saw Cait’s eyes light up when he’d come out of the bathroom, he’d puffed out his chest a little more. They had never really tried any kind of role playing before and this was a first for them both. Sam couldn’t take his eyes off of his wife but it was the tell-tale look in her eye that was nearly his undoing. He felt like ripping off the Santa suit as quickly as possible and forgetting about doing a slow reveal. Caitriona looked like an enthralling temptress lying there in her sexy lingerie and it was having a profound effect on his body’s reaction to his divine wife. He could just imagine running his fingers along the lacy briefs that hugged her delectable derrière before unhooking her bra and freeing the breasts that filled his hands like ripe peaches.
The come hither look in Cait’s eyes as she lazily scanned her husband from top to toe was turning him on something fierce and Sam wasn’t sure if he could go through with this little show before he totally lost it. It was the little know-it-all smile on her lips that finally sealed the deal. If this was the last thing he ever did for his Cait before he expired then he was going to make it the best striptease she had ever seen or would ever likely to see again. He was going to give her the performance of a lifetime. After all he was a method actor and if he couldn’t demonstrate a stellar routine for the woman he loved then he was not worth his weight in gold.
Sam could see that his love was breathing a little hesitantly; he on the other hand was having trouble even getting oxygen into his lungs. This woman took his breath away and just the slightest glance could wield him unconscious with longing. Caitriona Heughan was one sensual woman, beautiful, charming, charismatic, sexy as hell, endearing, smart, and adorable in all ways possible. She was his reason for living, she gave his life meaning and seeing her lying on the bed and the way she was looking at him made him just want to make love to her as if there was no tomorrow.
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Caitriona looked back over towards where her husband lay sleeping.
She had known that he would be good at this little charade but not as good as he was last night. Perform! Wow, and what a performance it was. Cait had been spellbound by Sam’s suggestive, tantalizing striptease and could still feel the awkwardness of his initial movements at performing. However, he soon got into the swing of things until she watched him peeling his Santa suit more provocatively from his body. Her eyes had locked on his performance as he held her look with one of his own.
As her thoughts of last night danced like sugar plums in her head, Caitriona could feel her groin quiver at just the memory of Sam and his movements and those erotic looks he sent flying her way.
When he moved towards the bed during his performance she was captivated by the sight of her husband’s bare, naked chest.
Sam loved teasing her and he was relentless in giving his wife more than what she had bargained for when she’d asked him to be her Santa Baby. He loved seeing her off kilter, however, as he stood by their bed Caitriona took full advantage of the situation and reached out her soft hands and placed them to his strong chest. Placing her palms to his ribs she stroked them erotically over his rib cage. In response, Sam sucked in his chest unable to exhale as he felt his wife’s wonderful touch anoint him. Cait’s eyes sought his, and he saw the mischief registered there. Smiling he placed his own hands over hers and pressed them firmly to his vibrant skin.
“Continue Sam,” she commanded dropping her hands and indicating that she wanted more.
“As you wish.”
And he did.
Turning his back to the bed Sam lowered the Santa jacket off one shoulder and gave Cait a smouldering, knowing look over his shoulder as he let the jacket fall down his arm and let it hang half off his torso. Turning back to face her he slowly removed the other sleeve stopping every so often to blow her a kiss as more and more skin was tantalisingly revealed to her eyes. Caitriona licked her lips as her Santa Baby was soon standing in front of her with a totally naked chest with rippling muscles so toned and perfect that it made her hitch her breath. Without severing her gaze Cait barely managed to hold up the phone to snap another picture. Sam raised a little eyebrow when he heard her laboured breathing and merely flexed his muscles in reply. Caitriona was practically swooning on the covers as her husband continued to torture her with his striptease.
Removing his Santa jacket exposing his ripped muscles of his chest had nearly been her undoing. Her husband was such a conjurer, but at that time Sam had no idea how much his performance had affected her libido, or perhaps it was too many avocados that she’d consumed in the guacamole they’d shared last night with festive season’s drinks. Either way she was mesmerized by the way her hubby had licked his lips, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth in a provocative pose that had her off balance. Oh, my god … how she had wanted him at that very moment. She’d wanted to be the aggressor and suck those lips into her own and devour them until he begged for mercy.
Yet she had lain on their bed in the master bedroom watching, just watching him turn her on and inside out.
Just thinking about it now was making Cait shiver in remembrance of what he did next.
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Caitriona was so sexually aroused and excited that it had taken all of her willpower not to rip those clothes off before Sam had a chance to remove them for her. Her eyes had followed his every move, every gesture of his hands … every removal of another piece of the Santa suit until she was an intoxicated woman … high on the drug he was providing. Her eyes never left Sam’s face. She couldn’t look away even if she wanted to … but she did close her eyes for a mere second or two before opening them to find her Santa Baby staring her down with mischief and intent radiating from his piercing look.
Sam’s tantalising come hither movements had woven a spell around her. She was a goner. Totally enthralled and turned on by her husband’s performance, Caitriona was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, like their cat Eddie to her food. She was ravenous with longing but nonchalantly teased him with her next remark.
“Is that all you’ve got Heughan. Surely you can do better.”
The words nearly caught in Cait’s throat when she uttered them, but Sam was far from finished. His eyes held hers prisoner as he took up her gauntlet. Impressed by his wife’s challenge, he provocatively lowered his hands to the belt buckle of his Santa trousers. Hurriedly releasing the metal hold of the big, black Santa belt, Sam slipped it off and threw it to the floor. Following the path of his fingers Caitriona watched intensively then lowered her eyes to the package in his trousers beginning to show signs of hardening.
“Hmm … Santa Baby?”
“Yes?”
“Take them off.”
A raised eyebrow was Sam’s mute yet roguish reply, his eyes twinkling with mischief at his wife’s brazen request. His fingers inched into the material of the trousers and he tantalising lowered the red fabric down a little but with excruciating slowness. A simultaneous raspy sigh escaped from both of their lips as he did so. Caitriona’s gaze quickly returned to Sam’s, then lowered again as his beautiful hands inserted themselves into the material pushing the trousers down, lower … and lower … until he revealed a cheeky peek of the skin on his hip and buttock.
Quickly kicking off the big black boots, the Santa trousers soon fell to the ground in the blink of an eye and pooled at his feet. Santa Sam was naked … gloriously … magnificently naked except for the quirky Santa hat he still wore on his head. As he’d shirked out of the Santa trousers, Sam moved toward his wife like a predator stalking its prey.
“Oh my … Santa … Baby.”
Feeling a great satisfaction at her breathy response to his nakedness Sam moved closer to where his wife lay only to find that Caitriona had already risen from the bed and was now walking toward him like a beautiful apparition. His wife’s beauty overwhelmed him; she made his heart swell with love and his little performance had certainly been a lot of fun. Sam gazed at his love and he knew that Cait’s heart was beating as erratically in her chest as was his. He felt his body hardening in response to her soft garbled utterance of his name.
“Oh … Sam.”
Before she had even noticed that he was now breathing the same air space as her, a hoarse breath escaped from Cait’s lips. Catching the look in her husband’s eye she sighed as he stretched out his arms towards her.
“You were wonderful. Thank you”
Early Christmas Morning...
She never tired of looking at her husband and Cait cast another glance his way as she lay beside him in their huge, big bed. She could still feel the exquisite touch of her man’s lips and moaning softly touched her own lips with her fingertips. Sam certainly had had her in a spin last night and what happened next was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
All her Christmases had finally come at last.
It was impulsive of her, but she was drawn to this wonderful man like a fly to a spider’s web. She had got up from their bed and rushed into his outstretched arms. She had felt Sam’s body hardening in response to her soft garbled utterance of his name and praise for being such a good sport and performing for her as Santa Baby. He had enclosed her in his arms and she’d hugged him to her so fiercely that her feelings overwhelmed her. Sam had brazenly kissed her devouring her lips as her fine-looking husband had lifted her up and carried her back to their bed.
Cait recalled shuddering at the touch of his skin and the feel of her husband’s body pressed to her own as they fell to the bed kissing passionately. She also remembered licking Sam’s stomach … the taste of his skin was delicious, like ambrosia to her senses.
It was a spontaneous thing to do but it came naturally to her and when he shuddered as her teeth bit his skin she knew there would be more teasing tonight. After several forays of stimulation Sam pulled her up his chest then Santa Baby was kissing her senseless. She’d wrapped her legs around his strong hips capturing him as close to her as possible. She knew that Sam wanted to ravish her as well, but he held back wanting to savour this night as long as possible. Looking into her love’s eyes had nearly paralysed her when she saw the utter longing registered in eyes that saw into the very depths of her soul. Then her love had kissed her some more and her head had spun.
Their kisses were an explosive joining of lips. They couldn't stop … they could never stop. They had both wanted to make up for the lost fourteen days, so they deepened their kisses until each moaned the other’s name in supplication.
Christmas Eve had surpassed all of her expectations and her wonderful husband had given her a present to treasure. Leaning over, Caitriona kissed her sleeping giant and snuggled into his warmth. Placing her arm across his body she nestled into her husband’s side and was soon fast asleep again.
Christmas Morning
As Sam sat on the bed waiting for his wife to wake he couldn’t help but notice that she was smiling in her sleep. This beautiful, ethereal woman never ceased to amaze him and just watching her in repose filled him with such happiness. She usually smiled like that when she was dreaming about them and after last night he was not at all surprised if that was indeed what she was dreaming about. Sam watched his love intently, grinning and thinking that on this Christmas morning he had a lot to be thankful for. Seeing that her foot was poking out from beneath the covers, he couldn’t resist the temptation to tickle her foot and use this method to wake her up, so very gently he began to stroke the sole of her foot with his fingertips. Her toes twitched against his ministrations and she finally began to rouse.
“That tickles Sam,” Cait murmured turning onto her back and looking into the benevolent eyes of the man she loved
“Good morning … my sleepy headed wife.”
“Morning … husband. I didn’t hear you get up.”
Leaning across the bed, Sam placed a tender kiss to Caitriona’s enticing lips. ”It was so very difficult to leave your side but I needed to get your present before you woke.”
“Merry Christmas darling. Thank you for last night,” she replied holding his face tenderly in her palms and gazing into his eyes. “I love you.”
“The pleasure was all mine … I would do anything for you because I love you too. Merry Christmas babe.”
Sam brought the hand that was hiding behind his back forward and holding out his palm presented a beautifully wrapped gift box to his wife. Caitriona’s eyes went from his smiling face to the present in his hand, then back to his face. Her face was beaming with childish delight at the gift Sam had presented to her and she immediately sat up in bed her eyes shining with excitement at discovering what he had bought her for Christmas.
With reverent anticipation Cait took the offered gift and eagerly began to unwrap the present and ever so carefully she lifted the lid off the box. Sam watched as his love bit her lip as she slowly revealed a beautiful velvet box from inside the larger gift box. Cait looked back towards Sam waiting for tacit approval to open it and see what was inside. She was nervous but so excited that her hand was shaking and very slowly she lifted the lid. Caitriona gasped in astonishment at seeing the most beautiful pair of opal earrings surrounded by diamonds that she had ever seen. They were gorgeous and when the light hit them the precious gemstone glittered with a mirage of colours that was dazzling.
Cait’s eyes began to well with tears as her fingertips delicately touched the gemstones.
“Oh, honey they are so beautiful. I love them.”
Sam leaned in and kissed his wife’s forehead and gently brushed away her tears with his thumb. “I’m so glad my love. I saw them in Australia and knew immediately that they reminded me of you. You shine bright like a diamond but nothing compares to the radiance of the essence of you my darling. That is what the opals said to me. You are iridescence personified, my beautiful gorgeous wife.”
“I love you Sam … so very, very much.”
Leaning up to him she placed the box on the bed and with both hands captured his face in her hands. Her lips snared his in a tender kiss and Sam gathered Caitriona’s body in closer to reciprocate.
“Thank you my darling,” she whispered against his mouth, gently biting his bottom lip sensually. Her lips glided up his chin, anointing Sam’s jaw before her tongue erotically swirled against his ear. “I have a present for you too …” Caitriona pulled back and held her husband’s gaze.
“So is my present under the tree babe?”
“There are many presents under the tree for you Sam, but this one is extra special.”
“Oh, that sounds exciting. Where is it honey?”
“Under the bed.”
“Under the bed?”
“Yes … can you get it out for me please?”
Crouching down Sam peered under the bed and pulled out a very large box beautifully wrapped that Caitriona had put there earlier without his knowledge. He placed the box on the bed and sat down on the mattress preparing to open it and see what his wife had given him for Christmas. He smiled at Cait and she returned his smile with an excited but enigmatic grin that made her eyes sparkle. Inside the box he found several different sized presents all lovingly wrapped with tags on them in numbered order and a game of Scrabble crossword that Caitriona had specially made with the lettered pieces to complete the words. Placing the game on the lid of the box, he looked at the instructions and read the first question.
“Fill in the blanks with the appropriate tiles. When did we first meet? …That’s an easy one Cait … at your audition.”
“Correct.”
Sam placed the tiles over the word.
“In what month were we married? … I’ll never forget that day honey … it was the best day of my life.”
Caitriona smiled at her husband as he once again placed the Scrabble tiles over the missing word.
“How many days were you away from your wife this Christmas? … Arrgh, fourteen days too many is the answer to that question babe, and it felt like forever.”
Cait merely grinned as her husband continued to complete the game she had made.
“What happy event will happen by this time next year?
“Ah, that’s an easy one ... I’ll be Santa Baby again.”
“Oh yes, I like the sound of that hon ... but no ... that’s not right. The answer to this question can be found when you open your presents.”
Sam looked up at Caitriona with a perplexed look on his face at the riddle she had presented him and placing the game on the bed, he opened the lid of the box once more to see which present he should open first. The first gift was a pair of mugs with the words Grandma and Grandpa.
“Ha ! Ha! That’s hilarious babe. You know I feel like a grandpa some days after a long day shooting and we will be grandparents on Outlander next year. Is that Frankenstein and his bride? Ha! Ha! That’s us. I love them. Thank you my darling.”
Sam leaned over and gave Caitriona a kiss and picked up the next gift. It was a card with a poem and a picture of something … he didn’t quite know.
“What in the Dickens’s name is that a picture of Cait?” Sam asked searching her face for a clue to this mysterious picture.
She merely smiled at him and said, “Perhaps if you open the next present it will make more sense.”
Sam unwrapped the small rectangular present and when he saw the writing on the box, he was struck dumb. Inside he found the result of a pregnancy test. He looked at his wife who was now smiling from ear to ear with his discovery. Cait’s eyes misted over with tears of joy as she saw the look of bewilderment turn to excited understanding at what her present meant in her husband’s eyes. Sam’s eyes began to well with tears as he ripped the paper off the last two presents, to find a t-shirt with Baby Daddy printed on it and a pair of baby booties.
“Oh honey.”
Tenderly taking Sam’s hand Cait placed it gently on her stomach. Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks as she glanced at her husband. He too was crying but his smile was radiant. He was beaming.
“We’re going to have a baby Sam. There will be three of us for Christmas next year.”
Sam kissed his love, hugged her and kissed her again, laughing and smiling and crying tears of happiness all at the same time.
“I love you Caitriona so very, very much … This is the best Christmas present you could ever have given me … given us.”
Resting his head on Cait’s abdomen Sam cradled his wife’s stomach in his hands, then with such reverence and gentleness he kissed the child they had created with love.
“Hello mo leannan … this is your father talking. I canna wait to meet you.”
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SYNOPSIS: Sam’s thoughts turn to the hill he and Caitriona had climbed together in the early stages of their relationship called North Berwick Law. This definitely was a significant night or else he wouldn’t have called it “MAGICAL.”
This is my account as to what may have happened. This short story is featured in my multi chapter story Three Days in the Highlands.
MAGICAL WALK
Sam had meticulously thought out what he wanted to do on this weekend away in the Highlands long before they had left Glasgow. It had always been his intention to make climbing Mount Schiehallion the highlight of their stay in the Highlands and given that the conditions on the mountain were indeed perfect, Sam was somewhat relieved. If they had to turn back because the weather had deteriorated then that would throw his picnic plans into disarray and he would then need a plan B. Surreptitiously he mentally crossed his fingers because he knew that once they reached the top the view would be spectacular.
He wanted his love to have a fantastic day and that was his aim for Caitriona with her first Munro bagging. He hoped that today would be just, if not more memorable than their first hill climb together … the one that had been the catalyst for a relationship that had blossomed and grew into a love as deep as the deepest ocean. He clasped Caitriona’s hand a little tighter as pictures of their first hill climb and the spectacular view … metaphorically and physically … suddenly resonated in his mind.
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The first time they had climbed a mountain was some time ago when Caitriona had initially come to Glasgow and on the spur of the moment he had taken her hill climbing on North Berwick Law in East Lothian in order to get to know each other a little better away from the set in those early days. He was a climbing fanatic and although she was ill prepared that night for what he had in mind, he refused to let Cait’s bad choice of footwear stop her assent to the top. If he had to drag her up the mountain caveman like then he would, but he was positive that Caitriona Balfe had the tenacity and resolve to do it all on her own despite her footwear.
Sam smiled to himself as he could still hear that conversation they’d had in his mind when he’d asked Cait to go on what constituted a first date … their first date … hill climbing with him. It was a good test for him for any date with a girl as he was not sure that every girl would particularly like to be dragged up a mountain, but it was a good indication to find out if they did. Although Caitriona had been reluctant at first, he had managed to bring her around to his way of thinking and she had passed with flying colours. That night he just knew that she was the one. This gorgeous woman who had been thrust into the world of Outlander as he had been was a conundrum. Ms Balfe was circumspect, but there had been many an occasion when she had let her guard down and this intrigued him. He wanted to get to know her better not just as his co-star but on a deeper more visceral level. Cait challenged him like none other before her and it was what he found so fascinating about her.
Her voice danced around in his mind as he remembered her words and her expressions on the night he’d asked her to go climbing. He could still picture Caitriona’s smile and the twinkle in her eyes as she accepted his proposition and all it involved. He loved that about her … she was up for anything and that night she proved it in spades.
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“You’re so very into this climbing aren’t you Sam?”
“Aye … I love it and so will you too once you start. Come with me tonight.”
“But … these are the only shoes I bought with me.”
“No Problem … I will be most impressed if you can go hill climbing in those boots Caitriona. Are you up for a challenge?”
“Are you goading me Heughan?”
“Who me? Why no, of course not … but …”
“Okay … You’re on. I’ll go with you Mr Totally Outdoors.”
“You’re a brave woman Balfe. I’m impressed. It will be fun.”
“Who for? … You?...Or me?”
“Why both of us of course.”
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It was certainly magical for him and he was taken with Caitriona from that moment forward. In fact he was very attracted to this very feminine tomboy who would hill climb in heels. It was a spur of the moment decision, and one he had thanked his lucky stars that she had risen to the challenge with. And boom … he was totally hooked. He couldn’t believe that his new co-star would even contemplate a hike up a mountain, two hours drive away from Glasgow, then spend time in his company for dinner and drinks afterwards and then spend another two hours on the drive back to her flat. He’d tried to hide his immense pleasure that Caitriona would even consider this as a first date as such, a get to know you type of date but a date nonetheless. He was over the moon with anticipation at what might unfold when they were alone together.
However, in retrospect, the look on their faces on the selfie he’d taken at the summit under the monument at the top … Live for the Moment … really said it all. It was indeed serendipity. They were both smiling and so happy looking. They were wedged up against the monument with Cait on her derrière her feet resting on his thigh showing the soles of her boots in which she had conquered the hill climb and him smiling like the cat that had swallowed all the cream. She’d also given him a quick little smooch just before that selfie was taken and if he looked close enough he could still see the evidence of her lipstick shade on his lips. Each time he looked at the photo he couldn’t help but remember what it felt like to have Caitriona Balfe kiss him on the lips
He’d captured a perfect moment in time for posterity of them grinning joyfully at what they had achieved that night. This indeed had been a magical night on so many levels and without really knowing, that night had also been the beginning of their enduring love affair. The fact that Caitriona had climbed in her high-heeled boots was testament to the mettle of this wonderful woman. He could hardly believe his good fortune at having their paths cross in the way that they did. He never expected to find the right woman that was his equal. Caitriona Balfe was everything and more than he never knew that he wanted or needed in his life. She was the epitome of class, smart, beautiful and funny. They just melded together. He fell more and more in love with her each and every day thereafter.
Ahhh … and THAT kiss … That kiss had been magical just like that night and the amazing woman with him.
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It had hit him hard in the plexus without even knowing what was happening to him for he had fallen hard for his co star. He knew that Caitriona was the one and the climb on North Berwick Law was the sealing of the deal. If Cait had been able to climb like she did with no complaints whatsoever and to be totally enamoured with his company he knew that she was a keeper and he would try everything in his power to make her realise that they were meant to be. They had conversed so easily on the way up. They’d laughed and joked around and when Caitriona had gotten a little tired of walking, he’d piggybacked her part of the way up the hill. She was no weight at all and he’d consciously jiggled her around a bit, which only encouraged Cait to grab onto his shoulders a little firmer and lock her legs more tightly around his waist while his hands cupped her delectable backside feeling the roundness of her butt cheeks nestled in the palms of his hands. It was fun but it was torturous at the same time. When Caitriona had linked her hands around his neck her head had fallen closer to his cheek and her hair had brushed his face as she giggled in merriment. Then when he smelt the perfume of her tresses and the essence of her scent, it made his heart accelerate in leaps and bounds.
Perhaps Cait had felt the change in his body for she had asked him to put her down soon after that lapse in control. Now that he thought back on it perhaps she too had felt something special in that moment that had scared her a little as well, because his reaction to her had certainly scared the living daylights out of him. Caitriona Balfe was the epitome of a classic beauty. She was unpretentious and self effacing. Cait played down her looks but when she was dressed up she was a knockout … a goddess in his eyes, but that night hill climbing she was more beautiful than all the stars in the night sky. So natural and carefree and inwardly stunning, her beauty oozed out of her pores from the inside out. Everything from the sparkle in her eyes to her laughter made her a woman of immense beauty to him and that night she was glowing in his eyes.
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Despite the battle going on in his brain at his escalating feelings for this woman, it seemed like in no time at all that they had reached the top of North Berwick Law. They had laughed and talked about everything under the sun until they had solved the problems of the world. Caitriona had a similar outlook on life and knowing that she too was involved in a cancer charity showed how similar they were on so many levels. They had talked about family and he had run past her his ideas for fundraising for a charity that was close to his heart. He had no idea until then that she too was involved in a charity of a similar nature and when it involved children with cancer something just went boom in his heart. Caitriona was so unassuming, a quiet achiever that worked so tirelessly for charities even before she became patron of World Child Cancer. That was in fact how she was discovered for modelling… giving out charity bags for underprivileged in Ireland as a teenager. She had a kind soul and he gravitated to that in her.
The climb to the top had been enlightening and he had learnt a lot about Caitriona as a person and what he learnt thrilled him no end. They had talked for hours and never ran out of conversation, they engaged easily in repartee, they were at ease with one another and the time had passed in the blink of an eye. They were comfortable together and somehow after the night their deep bond had been formed and had never wavered. He had never met a woman like Caitriona Balfe and there was no way in the world that he was ever going to lose her.
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Once they had reached the top of the mountain Cait had taken in the magical view looking down over the town below, the rolling crop fields and the tranquil sea but when she had turned her head to look at him the look on her face took his breath away. Her hair was cascading around her beautiful face while her smile was radiant and said it all. She was happy, exhilarated and in awe of what she was seeing. Little did she know but that was exactly how he was feeling too. It was as if he was rooted to the place where he was standing. Caitriona had then caught him completely off guard again as she came to where he was standing, threw her arms around his waist and kissed him on the lips.
The touch of her mouth to his knocked the stuffing out of him but when his brain finally went into gear his lips responded. His arms tightened around her body drawing her closer to his torso as his lips gently nipped hers again and again until they locked on Cait’s with delicious intent. He deepened the kiss and Caitriona followed his lead. Their heads aligned and their mouths changed position as time seemed to stand still. They kissed until they became breathless … it was then they had to break away. Cait shyly loosened her arms and he reluctantly let her go. The kiss had changed everything. He tried to act nonchalantly and not place too much emphasis on what had just occurred between them … but they both knew that the earth had somehow shifted on its axis with that kiss although they didn’t want to admit it. Inwardly though he was doing cartwheels with happiness and hoped that this moment would last forever.
“Thank you Sam for bring me up here. It is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.”
“Me too Caitriona … Me too.”
“I’m so glad that I decided to come with you, I’ve had the best time ever.”
“And I’m so glad that you did. I congratulate you for making the climb in those boots. It’s a feat on its own.”
“Why thank you Heughan … You do know how to flatter a girl.”
“Any time Balfe. You know where to find me if you want to climb me … Ah, with me again.”
“Hmm … well next time I won’t wear my boots then.”
“Good idea.”
He couldn’t help the double entendre of his words and judging by Caitriona’s smile she was not fazed. She had understood and nothing had been lost in translation. They had stayed a little while longer admiring the night time view, the setting sun and twinkling stars before reluctantly making the journey back down the hill.
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North Berwick Law was quite steep especially coming down in the moonlight and with Caitriona in heels the going was a little tricky, but he remembered just what he’d done as if it was yesterday. He’d held her hand and the touch of her smooth skin entwined in his large hand had sent a jolt of lightning through his body, but it was nothing compared to the feeling he felt when he’d placed his arm protectively around Caitriona’s waist a couple of times to prevent her from tripping up on a loose rock on the downhill slope. Purely for balance he’d said to himself at the time. However, the feel of Cait’s slender waist under his protective arm had felt so good and the gentle surreptitious squeeze under the guise of keeping her steady made him smile. He knew at that moment he wanted to know just what was under that jacket and jumper she wore and he knew that he wanted to feel her soft, warm, pliant skin under his hands and explore her flesh with a lover’s touch with his fingers. He’d nearly stumbled himself as these thoughts ran amuck in his brain. It was little wonder that they had made it safely down the slope at all. He’d been well and truly sucked into a vortex where Ms Balfe was concerned and he would have laid her down then and there in the grass and made love to her under the stars. Their unsolicited kiss at the apex had affected him more than he wanted to admit. He was smitten with Caitriona Balfe and judging by her participation and the spontaneity of initiating that kiss, she was equally taken with him too. She was a complete mixture of so many amazing things packaged up in one person.
At the same time Sam was pensive, Cait too was lost in her own thoughts of a gorgeous guy, who was extremely talented, funny and above all kind. He was a kindred spirit and tonight he had left his mark on her in the most adorable way. Sam Heughan was a special man and one she wanted to know better. There was depth to this layered man and she wanted to pull away the layers to find the prize waiting for her in the hidden core of this most marvellous human being.
They were so comfortable together in each other’s company and had fallen easily into a camaraderie and a strong relationship both on and off the set. Somehow after the night, their deep bond had been formed and had never wavered since then. He had never met a woman like Caitriona Balfe and there was no way in the world that he was ever going to lose her.
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Caitriona had noticed that Sam had been a little distracted. She brought his hand up to her lips and kissed his knuckles.
“Penny for your thoughts babe.”
Sam immediately reacted to her touch. “What?”
“Honey … you were off with the fairies somewhere.”
“I was … wasn’t I?” He smiled and hugged her to his side. “Just thinking about our first hill climb together and wondering if today will be any similar.”
“That was certainly a magical night Sam. I remember it just as much as you do no doubt.”
“Aye … that it was Cait … Magical. And what about those high heeled boots you were wearing?”
“I’ve still got those boots I’ll have you know… They’re a little worn now but they are still very comfortable.”
“They must have been for you to climb up North Berwick Law. That’s no easy feat.”
“You know I couldn’t resist the invitation to go hill climbing, especially not when you made it sound like a challenge.”
Sam laughed. “It was my darling and you passed with flying colours.”
Caitriona hit him playfully in the ribs. “So is today another challenge?”
“No. Today is just for lovers.”
“I thought that was the night.”
“That ‘tis … hold that thought, but so too is today. We might be the only ones up on Mount Schiehallion and after all it is not called the Fairy Hill for nothing.”
“Ohhh …”
“It’s a magical place too and today I get to show it to you.”
Having reached the Audi, Sam dropped his arm from around Caitriona’s waist and opened the door to the car. They exchanged glances before he leaned down and placed a tender kiss to Cait’s mouth before closing the door once she was seated. Jumping in the driver’s seat on the opposite side of the car, he turned the engine over and the Audi Q5 purred to life.
“Lead on Macduff … I can’t wait to bag my first Munro.”
“I think the correct quotation from Shakespeare’s Macbeth is “Lay on, Macduff, and damned be him who first cries ‘Hold! Enough!’” He stated with mischievous mirth in his voice.
“Shut up Heughan and just drive.”
Their combined laughter echoed in the interior of the car as Sam did what he was told to do. He headed back across the bridge then turned the Audi on the road towards Mount Schiehallion and the adventure that lay ahead.
DISCLAIMER: This nine part story is a Sam and Caitriona fanfic. This is a complete work of fiction and as such is an entirely fabricated tale created in my imagination. I do not know the people in my story, nor do I proclaim to know anything about them whatsoever about their status or their life in general. This is a complete fantasy story concocted from the Christmas song “Santa Baby” which was used as a prompt for my writing.
SYNOPSIS : Sam returns home after a whirlwind Outlander promotional tour to Australia and Japan and catches Caitriona singing in the shower. She has visions of Sam dressing up as her “Santa Baby” for Christmas and everything that that might entail. Based on the Christmas song “Santa Baby.” ENJOY!!!
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CHAPTER 8
12 months later…
A lot had happened in the Heughan household over the past year. Not only had they settled down in their home in the highlands but they had finished the fourth year of Outlander set on Fraser’s Ridge. In many ways the story paralleled their own. They had been so happy in their home and now that they had their baby daughter life was blissful. Their little ray of sunshine, Isla Claire Heughan was born after a trouble free pregnancy for Caitriona. The birth of their child was the most wonderful thing that had happened to them. They both felt so much overwhelming love for this child conceived in love that they were over the moon that their baby was a girl. She had the most beautiful little chubby face and her hair was a gorgeous auburn colour. There were so many, many parallels in their life to the characters that they were playing in Outlander that it was only right that her middle name be Claire after Caitriona’s alter ego.
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Wrapped up snugly in a woollen blanket Sam sat by the fire nursing his baby girl in his arms while Eddie rested on the couch purring happily in the warmth from the flames that created a cozy atmosphere in the lounge room. Caitriona was upstairs having some much needed rest and he was doing the night feed for their adorable offspring. Baby Isla had finished her bath and bottle and was now drunk on the taste of her mother’s breast milk. She had a euphoric look on her face that always made Sam smile … she was milk punch drunk. Her little pudgy face contorted in a blissful milk stupor feeling as she nestled happily in her father’s arms.
Sam loved these bonding times with his daughter so much and relished the chance to talk to his baby girl and kiss her chubby cheeks, to hug her and gently squeeze their little one in his powerful arms. She was the most precious person in his life next to her stunning mother and the love he had for her knew no bounds.
Isla Heughan cooed happily as her father lovingly rubbed her sweet baby cheeks. At a couple of months old she was just at that stage where she was observant of whom her parents were as she smiled at the man who held her so tenderly. Her little legs pushed against his chest as she rested in his arms gurgling and babbling happily on her full tummy. Several little bubbles formed on her rosebud lips as she looked lovingly into her father’s mesmerizing eyes while he held her hand and softly spoke to her. She knew her daddy’s voice and her eyes fixated on his face as he spoke to her. She seemed captivated by Sam’s facial expressions while unconsciously learning about emotions and communication with those who loved her. Her father’s voice was soothing but when he blew raspberries on her tummy it made her giggle out loud and Sam laughed when he saw Isla’s adorable gummy grin bow her lips.
“I love you baby girl … so much that my heart swells. I will never let anyone hurt you or make you sad. Your daddy will protect you from all harm and make sure that no one makes you cry. We will go Munro climbing together and mamma can come too and we will show you the world. Your mummy and I love you to the moon and back and then into the universe and beyond.”
Sam tenderly placed a kiss to his daughter’s forehead then picked up the photo album that was lying on his lap to show her pictures taken since she had been born. Nestling baby Isla so that she could see, he opened up the first page where there were several pictures of their little family.
“This is you Bubba … Daddy is taking you for a walk to the park while mummy had a long, long rest. You love going to the park and seeing all the children playing. Remember when we heard that little sparrow whistling and you laughed and laughed? Oh and we also took you to the SIDS marathon. Daddy pushed your pram with lots of other mummies and daddies there too. Do you like the photo mummy took? “
He looked at his baby adoringly and continued. “And there’s mummy watching you play with the ball Granny Chrissie gave you and there you are in mummy’s arms. That was soon after you were born. You were the cutest little baby in the hospital… but I’m not biased one little bit … no I’m not.”
Sam dotingly stroked Isla’s chubby little cheek and she in turn answered with a smile that melted his heart all over again.
Turning the page over in the photo album once more he showed Isla photos taken in her Christmas hat and the family photos taken when they took her to meet Santa for the first time.
“Look at you Bubba. So cute in the little red hat Granda Balfe got for you to wear at Christmas. We couldn’t wait to see you in it. Look how pretty you are. Mummy is wearing a hat and so am I too. That was when we went to see Santa. You were such a good girl, you didn’t even cry.”
Sam held her sleepy eyes with his and showed her another photo.
“Mummy bought you that Santa Baby T-shirt. She saw it on line and had to get it for you. Don’t let your mother get you interested in the internet Isla. She spends all her money on line. Naughty mummy, but it has a special meaning for your mumma and me you see. I knew you would look adorable in it and you are our special little Santa baby, because we love you so, so much. That is Eddie and Lion too. You love little Tiger the lion, he’s very special just like you are Bubba. He’ll keep all of those nasty monsters under your bed away from scaring you.”
Closing the album, Sam tenderly kissed his baby daughter on the cheek but her little eyes had closed and her cupid bowed mouth was smiling as she slept. Leaning down he inhaled the special smell that little babies had and his heart filled with immense unconditional love for their precious little angel.
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Caitriona had been blissfully observing her husband for a little while conversing with their baby daughter. Very quietly she approached where he was sitting on the couch and gently rested her hands on his shoulders kissing her love on the top of his head.
“What are you doing honey?” she asked.
Sam looked up and saw that Cait was standing behind him in her night robe. He was surprised to see her but since having risen from their bed it was only natural that she had come downstairs to join him and baby Isla.
“I’m talking to our baby girl darling and showing her the family album.”
Peering over his shoulder at their beautiful daughter she asked, “Did she like the pictures in the album?”
“Aye she did Cait. Isla remembers all of those being taken.”
“How do you know that Sam?”
“She was smiling and cooing and talking to me … that’s how I know.”
“Talking was she? And did she answer you?”
“Of course. She is quite fluent already in baby talk. ”
“Well that makes sense to me hon.”
Her husband was too adorable for words. He was besotted with their baby girl and she smiled at the answers he gave. Caitriona knew that Sam would be a wonderful, hands on father and having watched their interaction she was proven right. He was a fierce Papa Bear and their child meant everything to him. It was also evident that their precious baby was indeed a clever little possum. Cait kissed her husband, then their sleepy daughter in his arms before asking tongue in cheek.
“Does she have a dodgy accent?”
Sam laughed hearing this question on her lips. “Ah, yes. I remember saying that. Her accent is just right … isn’t it Bubba?” he cooed looking into his child’s innocent little face as she slept soundly in his arms “She can speak Gaelic already and her Scottish accent with a touch of Irish is magnificent. She is the cleverest baby that ever was born.”
“Oh honey … I love you … so much. I totally agree. Our daughter is adorable. Anyone can see that.”
A proud father smiled at Isla and caressed her cheek gently with the pads of his fingers, “We’re not in any way biased are we Cait?”
“No Sam … not at all. We are no different from any other first time parents; we are enamoured with our child. She is perfect in every way. She is the best of you and the best of me. We created the most perfect human being and we love her with all our hearts.”
“I just told her that babe … I told her how we would protect her, care for her and love her in all the ways that matter.“
Caitriona leaned forward wrapping her arms around her husband’s head and leaning over his shoulder looked at their baby snuggled in her father’s arms. Kissing the side of his cheek, Cait’s next question had a touch of mirth in it.
“And did you tell her she would go Munro bagging with you.”
“Ahhh … I may have said something along those lines,” he replied a little sheepishly.
“Sam honey, you are incorrigible. I don’t think you will be able to climb those seven mountains in a weekend like you used to with little Isla and return Sunday night … no way will that be possible.”
“There’s no reason why we can’t all go Cait. There are special baby harnesses for climbing and we can do little mountains together. The fresh air will be good for her.”
“Oh Sam… I do love you. Never change. If you want to go MIA for a weekend Munro climbing, then I will be left holding the baby … but I don’t mind really.“
"I won’t.”
“So are you saying that you are going to be the good cop to my bad cop?”
“You’re a wonderful disciplinarian Caitriona … you know I’m a softie. Isla will be able to wrap me around her little finger, just like she already has her tiny hand wrapped around my heart.”
“Oh, the power of tiny, baby girls over their daddies!”
Sam pulled Cait’s hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles, “Yep … I’m a sucker for this little girl who looks just like her beautiful mother.”
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Isla was the cutest, most adorable little cherub and the most placid baby ever to be born. Sam was not stating anything that was not true but she was the most stunning baby there ever was. No bias on his behalf … everyone said so and her mother was the most wonderful mother that she was always meant to be. He adored Caitriona so much and every time he looked at Isla he saw only a miniature version of her mother. Cait had taken to motherhood like a duck to water like it was second nature to her. His wife was a natural. Having friends with babies the same age they would exchange dialogue about their offspring and the conversations between Laura and Cait were interesting to say the least and Ron had needed to set up a small crèche on set as Cait was still breast feeding and nurturing with their child. He loved watching her feed their baby. It was the most natural and wonderful thing to behold. At times he was a bit jealous of their connection but if Cait expressed her milk he was able to do the night feed and bath and those times were magical and were special bonding times with her daddy.
They had chosen the name Isla because they had found peace and seclusion on the Isle of Islay when they attended the Laphroaig 200 year’s celebrations last year. Their magical night on the island had resonated and the fact that Cait had gone incognito and they managed to have the most wonderful time there, it seemed a beautiful name for their child. They had returned there many times since those celebrations and Caitriona was convinced that Isla was conceived the last time they were there for the weekend and who could argue with their other half. Certainly not he. If Cait said that was where it happened then that is where it happened.
Their last night on Islay had been magical that’s for sure and as he held their daughter on his lap Sam couldn’t help but reflect on Caitriona musings as to Isla’s conception.
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"Penny for your thoughts honey?”
“I was just thinking how wonderful last Christmas was finding out that you were expecting our baby. Caitriona my heart swelled with a joy I couldn’t describe. The feeling was an all encompassing happiness and I was totally in love with this little bean the very moment you said the words.”
“I know Sam, I just couldn’t wait to tell you but I couldn’t over the phone when you were in Australia, I needed to see your reaction. I was so overjoyed and happy it was hard to hold it in. We certainly made everyone happy on Christmas Day with our news.”
“Aye that we did and now we have our gorgeous little cherub. It is going to be a wonderful first Christmas this year.”
“Why don’t you put Isla back down in her crib honey? I’ll be up in a moment. I’ll tidy up here first and then join you.”
Okay,” he smiled back placing a kiss to her lips. It’s been a long day and Isla threw up on me so I need to wash off the baby vomit smell before I join you in bed.”
“Have a quick shower then, that should do the trick.”
Sam leaned into her space capturing Caitriona’s chin in his palm and staring into her eyes softly stroked his wife’s face with the backs of his fingers, “I think I will. Don’t be too long honey … you still need to rest.”
Cupping her hand over her husband’s and pressing it firmly to her face, Cait replied, “No … No you go on up. I’ll be there shortly.”
Sam’s eyebrow lifted as he gave his wife a little teasing smirk, “I’ll be … in the shower then, after I put Isla down.”
His blue eyes sparkled with mischief, unashamedly communicating that he didn’t expect to be alone for long. “You’ll know where I am if you decide to join me.”
He rose from the couch with their baby daughter cradled gently in his arms and made his way towards the staircase. As he neared the stairs, Sam looked up and saw the mistletoe and signs that Caitriona had promised to put up this year. He smiled knowing what happened every time they were near those signs.
“Cait … I’m under those mistletoe signs. Come over here and I’ll give you a wee kiss.”
“You know it won’t be a wee kiss Sam. It never is.”
“Yes it will … I’m holding Isla, what mischief could I possibly get up to?”
“Hmmm? … A lot.”
“Come over here then darling and we’ll put that to the test … or are you too chicken Balfe?”
“Never let it be said that I ignored a challenge Heughan,” Caitriona replied walking over to where her husband stood grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Their lips gently met and Cait felt her knees begin to buckle as Sam systematically deepened the kiss. Her response was to automatically wrap her arms around her husband’s waist as they kissed passionately while both cocooning their child in an embrace close to their hearts.
A little breathless, when they severed the kiss, Caitriona rested her forehead on Sam’s as she gazed into his sparkling eyes. “See … I knew that would happen.”
“Bite me then … I confess, I’m a liar.”
“I just might do that …”
Sam merely smiled enigmatically as he broke away and reluctantly headed towards the stairs. “I’ll be eagerly waiting for that payback. Don’t be too long, honey,” he called to his love as he retreated up the stairs with a sleeping baby daughter in his arms.
“I won’t. That’s a promise.”
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A little flustered Caitriona sat back down on the couch and waited a short while until she could hear sounds coming from their bathroom. The noise of an electric shaver echoed down the stairs and then she heard the sound of running water from the shower. The next sound she heard was Sam singing off tune to Michael Buble’s version of Santa Baby. This made her chuckle as she thought of what had happened last year round about the same time, when Sam had come home and found her singing that very same song.
Santa baby, slip a Rolex under the tree
For me
I’ve been an awful good guy
Santa buddy, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Knowing she had a small window of opportunity, Cait got up from the couch and hurriedly went up after him her eyes luminous with mischievous intent and biting her bottom lip in excitement. She had planned to do something special for her husband to remember what had happened last Christmas Eve when Sam had pretended to be Santa Baby and she’d bought the CD for him as an early Christmas present. He’d laughed when he saw what the song was that she had given him, but there was also an underlying eroticism in the eyes that were remembering what had occurred last year. She had waited her moment over the past few days and given that it was Christmas Eve, it was her turn to turn the tables on her husband. The fact that Sam was singing the same song made Caitriona think he knew exactly what her motives were and was indulging her fantasies once more.
Having finished his quick shower, Sam was whistling along to the words of the song. Steam had, as usual, fogged up the bathroom somewhat and he had playfully written his and Cait’s initials in a heart shape on to the mirror as he took another towel to dry his wet hair.
Santa buddy, a sixty five convertible too
Steel blue
I’ll wait up for you, dude
Santa buddy, and hurry down the chimney tonight
On entering the bathroom Caitriona saw Sam wrapped in a large bath towel tucked into his waist that clung to his hips. The sight of him left her quite breathless and transfixed to the spot where she stood. Her man was gloriously half naked standing there in his towel. The room was steamy but the sight of her husband draped in the towel with his dampened hair in riotous curls had her all in a tizz. Cait watched as some droplets of water trickled down his magnificent muscular back. She couldn’t take her eyes from watching the path of the rivulets as they disappeared into the rim of the towel caressing Sam’s hips. She watched as his back muscles flexed, and the sight of his chiselled torso and toned arms had her in a flabbergasted flummox.
Caitriona found it difficult to breathe.
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Think of all the fun I’ve missed
Think of all the hotties that I haven’t kissed
Next year I could be just as good
If you check off my Christmas list
Sam immediately sensed that his wife had entered the bathroom even though he had not heard Caitriona’s soft footfalls on the tiles. He knew she was there but he hadn’t bothered to look her way and had kept humming along to Michael Buble. Feeling her presence in the bathroom was good enough so he decided to clandestinely play along pretending he was oblivious to her existence. Lifting up his arms Sam ran his hands through his damp locks trying to tame them a little, but not with much success. As he did so the muscles of his back contracted and Caitriona was mesmerised by the magnificent torso of her hot, semi naked husband.
He’d felt her gaze as surely as if his beloved had touched him with her hands.
Cait’s eyes, washed over the man she adored, taking in the sight of him possessively. Trembling, she inched forward until she was practically standing behind her husband, then reaching out her hand she lazily traced her fingertips down his spine. She felt the ripples of his muscles contracting in reaction to her touch and she was thrilled knowing that this small gesture always caused the same effect.
“What took you so long honey?” Sam inquired huskily as ever so slowly; he turned around piercing his wife’s gaze with a look that had her nearly expiring on the spot.
Capturing Caitriona’s hand, he placed it to his chest right over his heart. As he did so Sam was gobsmacked at the vision that was standing in front of him. His eyes roamed over her from head to toe for his beautiful wife was dressed in her Christmas version of Mrs Claus. She looked smoking hot with a shimmering body suit corset that clung to all her womanly curves and laced all the way down her back, just begging to be taken off slowly and meticulously. The Santa hat atop her head was the piece de resistance. His Cait looked sultry, sexy as hell and so delectable she made him salivate.
With seductive glances Caitriona’s eyes looked down and then back up to see her husband’s sparkling eyes examining her with a smirk on his lips. Sam was very pleased with himself. However, as their eyes reconnected his look suddenly changed. He captured her gaze with eyes blazing with arousal and burning desire in such a profound look that her insides melted. She could see that he was already somewhat aroused under that towel as his eyes glided over her body in her provocative outfit.
For her … time stood still with that look, and memories of last year’s Santa performance by her love suddenly came flashing back to her. Cait wondered if she could possibly emulate his routine, for her insides were churning both with excitement and trepidation.
“I like your outfit babe … Did you have that on under your robe downstairs?”
“I did.”
“Oh, my god Caitriona! If I had known that I would have put Isla in her downstairs bassinette and made love to you in front of the fire.”
“I was afraid of that … so…”
Sam finished her sentence, “You sent me up here to clean up knowing you intended to have your wicked way with me.”
“Well? Maybe?”
“God I adore you woman. Come here.”
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