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lilpotatjj · 2 days ago

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There it is, the SheKnows FF.

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Warning: It's just super sweet and fluffy and both are so adorable especially to each other. If you liked it, share, so more ppl can see and enjoy it :)

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A head, heavy and tired, leaned on a strong shoulder. It belonged to Cait which leaned on her blond Scotsman. She slept soundly during the flight to New York. Eternal ocean beneath the plane, as if it were taking a flight into infinity. Sometimes it felt like that for Sam and Cait. Freezing time and just holding your breath and loving each other. Soaking up every second like a sponge that stores water. He looked at her lovingly. On the plane they are alone. Sam slowly and carefully put a hand on her cheek and gently stroked her sleeping face. She was sleeping so soundly that she didn't even notice it at first. The sight of her made the Scotsman smile. Barely realizing his happiness, he hugged the Irish woman tighter, who promptly snuggled up to him more unconsciously and out of habit. A quiet sigh escaped her. God, she looked so happy and content, so snuggled up to him. She didn't need anything more. Cait was happy to always have him by her side, to do interviews together. He held her tightly in his arms and gave her a gentle kiss on her beautiful hair.

The flight lasted less than two hours. Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if a stone on his chest was making it difficult to breathe. Cait immediately felt the tension and slowly woke up, instantly looking up at him. "Darling... is everything OK?" she asked worriedly, her voice completely sleepy. Sam just smiled gently at her and stroked her head. "Don't worry Mo Craigh, it's nothing..." he said as best he could with a fake smile, but his wife knows the blond Scotsman too well to believe him. She looked at him with a searching face and raised an eyebrow. "Tell me, something's bothering you," she said, leaving no room for further evasion. He gave in and Sam grinned again. That's why he loves this woman so much. "A lot of questions are being asked again and I wonder how much longer I can keep this up. I love you and God..." he came closer to her face, kissed her briefly, only to stare into her eyes and her soul. "...I really want to show it to the whole world..." his words sounded sincere and at the same time slightly painful. The constant lying and provoking here and there is slowly becoming a nerve-wracking test. Cait smiles understandingly and puts her hand on his cheek to stroke it. "Just a little more, darling, then you can show them... and in between you just sneak a peek here and there," she said determinedly to calm him down and she sat down properly in the airplane seat. Sam looked thoughtfully out of the window and there it was, America. New York almost within reach and only a few kilometers away.

The plane landed and both got off board. They walked through the airport as relaxed as possible, always attracting a lot of attention, both hoping not to be spoken to, but no such luck. Here and there they were recognized and spoken to, but mostly they were very polite fans who didn't ask any unpleasant questions. They then quickly went on to the hotel. When they arrived, both took a breath. There were still two days until the interview and the photo shoot. "Are you hungry? We could find something nice to eat," asked Sam and unpacked a few of his things, while Cait tiredly collapsed onto the bed. "Yes, I'm just going to freshen up quickly and then we can go," she said and stood up. "Alone?" He looked at her with a curious puppy look and waited patiently for his 'treat'. She gave him a cheeky smile. "A little company wouldn't be bad." Cait looked at him provocatively and disappeared into the bathroom, prompting Sam to follow her.

After a very hot shower, both are ready to explore New York City. They are dressed casually and inconspicuously and Cait with a mini bun, looking for an opportunity to eat something. Not the first time here, they stop by one of their regular restaurants. The owner already knew each of them well and made it possible to eat discreetly. Sitting down and ordering the food, Sam stares into space again. "Babe! Dreaming again?" Cait looked at Sam, now more worried. "Sorry, I was thinking about the photo shoot for a moment."

"What are you planning? We have a skript, but still a bit more freedom this time," she said, and the food came to the table at the same time. "That's it...where does it start and where is the limit?" he asked, putting some food in his mouth. He didn't really care what the others thought and he was clearly aware that he had to keep his feet still, but this time he wanted to take it easy, without telling Cait beforehand. After all, she should approach the interview in a relaxed manner and still enjoy the photo shoot.

"Are John, Richard and Sophie already in New York?" she asked, also eating something. "Like us, they wanted to be there two days earlier, I've already written to both of them and asked if they want a drink while they're there." He looked at his cell phone and saw that he had new messages. One from Richard. ~We just arrived. Would ask Sophie and John~ Cait and Sam finished eating and walked around the streets of NYC for a while, this time wearing glasses, a hood and arm in arm without people recognizing them.

In the evening, everyone gradually found their way together. They chose a bar that was rather quiet and not overrun by fans. "Nice to have you here," said Cait as she greeted John, Richard and Sophie. Everyone gathered at a larger table and ordered their first drinks. Sam's good whiskey 'Sassenach' was included.

"A Sassenach for me," said Sam, staring at his wife, who did not miss the emphasis. The meaning was more directed at her than at the alcohol. The bartender, a young woman in her mid-30s, kept staring at Sam and Richard. When she brought the drinks, she tried her best to draw attention to herself with facial expressions and gestures, but Sam and Richard completely ignored her. The only one who gave the bartender a death stare was the Irish woman, a look that directly marked the territory and the pack within it.

Sam loved it when she exuded authority and showed everyone who this handsome Scotsman belonged to. The bartender's face lost color when she saw Cait's expression and went back faster than anyone could see. Sophie just smiled and drank some of her drink. "The cat has its claws out," Sophie joked and Cait ignored her comment as best she could. "What do you think the interview will be like?" John interjected and looked at everyone innocently and curiously. Richard abstained and drank his whiskey again. "There will be a lot of people there again and cameras. Do you think it will go well this time?" Sophie asked the main protagonists of the show. "We'll manage it. The script gives us more freedom this time and yet... I don't want to provoke too much," Sam said dejectedly and drank his drink too. Cait looked at her husband and finally smiled lovingly at him. "You'll manage it" with these words they turned night into day and finally, two days later, the time had come.

Everyone was ready. Cait wore an elegant red dress and Sam a black suit with matching shoes. "You look lovely, Mo Craigh" Sam's voice sounded quiet and slightly seductive. Red simply suited her fabulously and underlined her character completely. "You of all people say that, my dear" she gave him a kiss on the cheek and finally everyone got ready to get started.

They arrived earlier than expected and were ready to do the interview first. Sam and Caitriona both looked at each other, briefly clasped their hands again and smiled at each other. Finally they came out, each with their hands to themselves, sat down together with the interviewer and the atmosphere was relaxed. They started the interview and, as always, showed their hidden, open side. Glances were exchanged, people laughed together and Cait and Sam alternated between making subtle comments that teased out the secret togetherness. Cait had her fingers on Sam here and there, who tried to save face, but often failed. He praised his Irish wife highly, as always, and Cait stroked his arm.

"Peach is your good thing and Pit's your bad" They continued talking. "My peach is... I love saying that" said Sam and continued, while Cait let her gaze wander to her husband's butt for a fleeting moment. After more breadcrumbs were scattered, the interview was finally over. Then came the photo shoot.

First the solo shoot and then the couple shoot. A wide variety of poses were taken. Sometimes back to back

sometimes Cait had Sam firmly in her grip

sitting and lots more. Finally, the group shoot, which everyone had lined up for. It was getting later and later and everyone could feel that the day had been long when the shoot was over. They went to get changed together, making sure that no one saw them going into the changing room together. Totally tired, the Irish woman sat down to take a deep breath. "You were great, Mo Craigh!" Sam said to his wife and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. She smiled lovingly at him as he turned away and started to undress and put on loose clothing. She paused for a moment, looked at his bare butt and had to smile. "What?" he asked innocently, but Cait remained silent and began to change. While she was doing this, Sam came close behind her. "well, well... I already noticed what you did..." his voice sounded rough, as if he was expressing a conspiratorial grudge. "Couldn't take your eyes off my peach, could you?" he said playfully and buried his face in her neck. The Irish woman paused briefly to enjoy his closeness, then she turned to him and cupped his face in her cheek. "How could you...with an ass like that," she said quietly and finally kissed him.

Once they had finished changing, the two of them set off to get to the hotel. When they arrived, Cait went to the minibar in the room to get a glass of wine. The 1.92m man looked at her and grinned. "Netflix and chill?" he asked her and Cait nodded with a small smile. She put two wine glasses on the table and they both sat down on the couch to turn on the TV. She filled both glasses and took her glass in her hand. "You've been really going full throttle all day today, in front of the camera," she said, playfully raising an eyebrow. "Did I?" he said innocently, as if he didn't know what had happened. Cait snuggled up closer to her Scot, who took her in his arms. "I was just... talking about Jamie," he said, pretending to be righteous. She laughed quietly and leaned her head on his shoulder. He enjoyed her closeness just as much and snuggled up closer to her, his wine glass in his hand. "Of course we talked about Jamie and Claire," Cait said smugly and sipped her wine. "Aye Sassenach and you couldn't keep your hands off me again." His gaze wandered to her. Their eyes met and for a moment it felt as if time had stood still. They both had each other and their little family and it was the little moments that were very special and nobody could do anything about it. He slowly came closer to her and blew a tender kiss on the Irish woman's lips, which she was happy to return. Almost in slow motion, Cait pulled away from him and looked at him questioningly. "Do you think anyone noticed anything?" she asked curiously, but the blonde drank quietly from his glass again. "There are some out there who speculate and notice things. We throw too much into the fire for people who have an eye for things like that." He looked at his ring and then stroked her cheek lovingly.

"The question of whether we feel the same like for Jamie and Claire made me stumble for a moment... I think my answer was neutral enough that people can figure it out for themselves," she said relaxedly and put down her wine glass to completely lie in the arms of her beloved Scot, who did the same and put down his glass. He pulled her closer to him and kissed her hair. Sam gently stroked her hair to massage her head. Cait closed her eyes and was finally able to relax a little more. "I don't care what the media says... you belong to me and that will never change," she whispered tiredly and felt a kiss on her forehead for a small, quiet moment before she fell asleep.

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