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The Diary of Life Chapter 15 Under Her Spell
He wakes the next morning conscious of two things. First, that she feels so warm, soft, and wonderfully right in his arms. Second, that he needs the privy badly. His morning cock stand, hard as a diamond, wasn’t just caused by her presence, though mostly.
So, he carefully disengages himself from her. Their arms and legs were all tangled together. He is gentle so not to wake her. After using the privy, he heads back to her room and finds her sitting up. She is a vision with the early morning sun shining on her.
“Good morning.” She says, her voice husky with sleep.
“Good morning,” yes, he wants to greet her every morning this way. “did I wake you?”
“NO, I am usually up at this time. Need coffee and food.”
“You make coffee. I will do food.”
“Deal.” She slips out of bed and they head to the kitchen.
Over breakfast, they discuss their plans for the day. “I will have my nieces.” She tells him.
“You are welcome to bring them to Lallybroch. You know they love to be there and Fergus will be happy for the company.”
“And, you aren’t ready to part?” she asks with her eyebrows up.
“That too.” Softly admitted as he watches her across the table. Aye, for the rest of their life. He wants this forever.
“Then I shall.”
He kisses her goodbye with a barely under control fire. She responds in kind. Even knowing he will see her again later that day, he finds it hard to part with her.
They pull up around noon. She helps her nieces out and they run up to the door, excited to see Fergus again. He opens up to their knock. “Oh hi. I wasn’t expecting you lasses.” He greets them. Jamie is right behind him.
“Hey gremlin, is that anyway to greet our guests?” he hits him across the back of the head.
“Sorry Jamie. Sorry guys. Please come in.” Jamie meets Claire’s eyes over their heads. She just smiles.
“Fergus, please take the lasses out to see the animals. But no feeding any of them unless an adult is present.”
“Aye Jamie.” He leads them out. Their excited giggles fade as they head to the barn.
They are in each other’s arms in seconds. Her hands frame his face as his scan her back. “I have missed you, how weird is that?”
“I have missed you too mo ghoal. So maybe not weird at all.”
She pulls his lips to hers, not that he is resisting. They kiss until the excited, or is it hurt/ scared screams of the Bairns reach them. A look of pure understanding. Yes, they need to check on that. He takes her hand and they head to the barn.
“I just was gonna pet him Jamie!” Fergus weeps as he holds his bleeding hand.
“Go get my medical kit out of the car.” Claire orders. Her nieces spring into action, running off to do it. “Come here to me Fergus.” She urges. He walks to her slowly, head down. He fears being in trouble for touching the big black stallion. His brother had warned him to stay away. He should have as the brute had nipped him. He wished to impress the lasses.
“Is he alright?” a shaken Jamie asks as the lasses run back in with her medical bag.
“Hs is. Won’t even require stitches.” She takes out what she needs and begins to clean the small wound. “So Fergus, tell me the best part of living in Paris?”
“The catacombs. Jamie took me to explore. Our secret.” She smiles as she bandages the bite.
“Well ye wee gremlin, tisn’t now as you have told the lasses.” He pretend scolds.
“They can keep a secret. Please as papa will fuss at Jamie for it, if he knew.” He pleads with Claire and the lasses. His big blue eyes are irresistible. Damn Fraser’s and their charm, Claire thinks as she nods to him and the girls.
“We will, promise.”
Aye, every day and night. Every moment. Jamie is completely under her spell and quite happy to be there.
I was made to be conquered and kept under you. I crave being permanently powerless in your presence.
