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‘Oh, Claire, ye do break my heart wi’ loving you.’
‘Blood of my blood,’ he whispered, ‘and bone of my bone. You carry me within ye, Claire, and ye canna leave me now, no matter what happens. You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I wilna let ye go.’
‘But I talk to you as I talk to my own soul,’ he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple. ‘And, Sassenach,’ he whispered, ‘your face is my heart.’
‘I’ll leave it to you, Sassenach,’ he said dryly, ‘to imagine what it feels like to arrive unexpectedly in the midst of a brothel, in possession of a verra large sausage.’
How I would have loved to see that
‘And yet … I want to fall on my face at your feet and worship you’ – he dropped the towel and reached out, taking me by the shoulders – ‘and still I want to force ye to your knees before me, and hold ye there wi’ my hands tangled in your hair, and your mouth at my service … and I want both things at the same time, Sassenach.’
‘I want to hold you like a kitten in my shirt, mo duinne, and still I want to spread your thighs and plow ye like a rutting bull.’ His fingers tightened in my hair. ‘I dinna understand myself!’
This mental imagery is NOT what Diana intended
But for the hours of the night, I was helpless; powerless to move as a dragonfly in amber.
‘I can stand a lot! But just because I can, does that mean I must? Do I have to bear everyone’s weakness? Can I not have my own?’
Yeah CLAIRE
‘You dinna need to understand me, Sassenach,’ he said quietly. ‘So long as ye love me.’
‘Let go,’ I snarled as we swept past the guards in the anteroom. ‘You’re breaking my arm.’ ‘Good,’ he muttered. ‘As soon as I’ve got ye in private, I’m going to break your neck.’
Alive, and one. We are one, and while we love, death will never touch us.
Let me tell ye in your sleep how much I love you. For there’s no so much I can be saying to ye while ye wake, but the same poor words, again and again. While ye sleep in my arms, I can say things to ye that would be daft and silly waking, and your dreams will know the truth of them. Go back to sleep, mo duinne.
‘D’ye think I don’t know?’ he asked softly. ‘It’s me that has the easy part now. For if ye feel for me as I do for you – then I am asking you to tear out your heart and live without it.’
Sassenach, ye havena been a day late in your courses, in all the time since ye first took me to your bed. Ye havena bled now in forty-six days.’ ‘You bastard!’ I said, outraged. ‘You counted! In the middle of a bloody war, you counted!’
Who needs a period tracker when you have Jamie Fraser
‘I will find you,’ he whispered in my ear. ‘I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you – then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is the one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest.’
‘Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.’
‘Then let amorous kisses dwell On our lips, begin and tell A Thousand and a Hundred score A Hundred, and a Thousand more.’
