Your Fault Chapter 2 Sammmm!
She sits in the hour before dawn and attempts to meditate as her hair and makeup is down. Costuming is a shift and a hilariously named privacy patch. Another deep breath.
Across the room, Sam sits getting his scars placed. It takes a lot longer. As Jamie will be fully dressed, getting into wardrobe will take a lot longer too. A fact she is happy about, as it gives them both longer to settle their nerves. Why haven’t they at least kissed! Having their second kiss in front of fifteen or so people isn’t ideal. Yet another deep breath.
He watches her as Wendy applied Jamie’s scars. It seems the confidence of the previous evening has faded in the reality of what they will be doing today. He catches her eye and gives her a smile. She returns it a bit sickly before she returns to, what he knows to be meditation. He hopes she finds some peace in it. He finds it in being close to her. Hell! He should have told her before he kisses her today on set. He still recalls every second of that chemistry test kiss. The moment he knew she was to be Claire. But also more. So much more.
“Okay, quiet on set.” Anne calls out. A closed set. The monitors covered. All but those who must be there removed. They have done all up to the, “I want you so much I can barely breath. Will you have me?” and all that follows.
Sam kneels before her, holding her hands until the scene restarts. It helps, that contact. He rubs heat back into then, out of concern or the knowledge her hands will soon be on him, both? It matters not. They both need the contact. That is what matters.
Jamie: I want you so much I can barely breathe. Will you have me?
Claire: Yes. : A quick yet passionate kiss. One that left her, Caitriona, reeling as she prepares for the next line. :Yes I will have you.
That is what she is supposed to say. What she actually says will be debated for years after. She knows though. What she says is : Yes Sam, I will have you.
As no one yells cut, they continue. Caitriona forcing herself to focus as Sam retakes her lips. No! As Jamie takes Claire’s. Hungry kisses that leave her aching for more. And more he gives, jerking down the top of her shift to reach her breasts. It is scripted, the kisses down. The contact with her breasts. But not the quick suck with his tongue staying in place and giving her a lick before moving back up to her lips. This time it is whispered. ‘Sammmm!’ Maybe more moaned then whispered. She, Claire pressing him down as she goes to guide him into her, or so it will seem.
When she reaches between them, to show Claire guiding him into her, and feels him, straining against the privacy pouch. Seems she isn’t the only one affected. The directions are to thrust but she never imagined doing it against a real erection. Christ! Two thin layers don’t prevent the friction from catching her right where she needs it. It takes all that is in her to recall she has others things she is to be doing. Grab his dirk. Say the line. She gets them out, breathless as she is close. Not Claire, her.
“Cut!” Anne yells out to her relief. Not that she wants to stop but.. She does and starts to move. “No Caitriona. Stay. We just need to adjust some lights.”
Dam it all to hell! Sam looks up at her. “That bad is it!” he asks. An unused book line. She has to smile. He just has that power over her.
“That and more.” She whispers.
“Are you?” He gestures down between them.
“Again your fault Heughan. Getting all..”
“How can I not?” Before she can respond, Anne re-sets the scene.
“We pick up right after Caitriona’s last line. Recall Caitriona, Claire is getting close?”
“Got that.” She replies. So got that. He hadn’t lost his erection. In fact, it seems bigger as she returns to the rocking thrust that stimulates Claire riding her husband. Groans and moans are not all stimulated as she builds herself back up. Looking deep into his eyes, equally dazed, she can’t help moaning out his name again as she climaxes for real.
He rolls her over just as Anne yells cut again. “Brilliant! Caitriona your orgasm face is spot on. We will reset lighting and camera angles and continue.”
“Spot on indeed.” Sam whispers in her ear. So he knew. Of course. She did cum right against him. Oh God! “Dinna fash. Anne just thinks it grand acting. Not that you are not.”
“We have to..”
“Okay ready.” Anne directs.
“Aye. Later.” He whispers before returning to character.
It is a long morning. As the dailies are watched, and how are they missing her flubs? Scenes are reset and reshoot. She loses track of how many times he takes her nipple in her mouth. She only knows she reacts each time. Leaving her on the verge of combustion by the time lunch is called. Robes are placed on them and they are left alone.
“Let’s talk.” He takes her hand and leads her away from the others.
