#James Fraser Fanfiction

[lilpotatjj]

Cait and Sam watching their own wedding night episode? Yes aaand no. We all know what these two lovebirds did...like come on who wouldn't? I escalated a wee bit. That's one of my longest Oneshots (almost 5000 words) and I'm gonna continue this with a hugh story about them. Living the forbidden lie in all his cuteness.

Warning: starts with super fluffy and lovely cuteness and turns into a soft 18+ hot mess. Sam beeing Sam and Cait beeing most of the time Cait with slightly cute shyness

(Credits to the Gif owners)

♡Chap.1-Directing their own happy hour♡

A crazy year is over. Filming has long since been completed and the premiere of the first season is over. Several interviews have been held and the first episodes are already on TV. It's September, cool and unpleasantly rainy in LA this year and the day before the premiere of the seventh episode. It's called 'The Wedding Night'.

Cait was out and about, drenched after a conversation with one of the co-producers. It was up in the air whether there would be a second season, but the prospects looked good. She didn't think to bring an umbrella. Why in LA, where it is usually quite warm, even in September.

She ran to her car, the newspaper just over her head for protection, and got in. 'Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ... What the hell is wrong with this weather?' she cursed and was completely soaked. She quickly switched on the engine and turned up the heating. As she drove off, her mobile phone suddenly rang in its holder on the dashboard of the car. 'Hey Sam,' she said simply and focussed on the road.

'Have you been bathing?' he asked wryly, obviously making himself comfortable.

'Very funny...the weather in LA almost reminds me of home,' she was finding it difficult to speak. She was shaking a little and had trouble concentrating. 'I'll call you later if it's unfavourable?' he asked and she said no, perhaps a little too quickly. 'Ah ok' he paused for a moment. 'Tell me what's going on, I'll be fine' she said with chattering teeth and he had to smile, sitting up straight again and looking thoughtful. 'What do you think about travelling to my place and I'll tell you what's going on when you've warmed up at my place?' he asked sincerely without any ulterior motives.

Her cheeks flushed, which wasn't just because she was cold. 'All right, I'm on my way. The same hotel as always?' she asked and he replied with a quick "Yes". The rain didn't stop, on the contrary, it even got heavier. She parked the car in one of the parkingslots in front of the hotel and dashed inside as quickly as she could. Once inside, she asked at reception for the surname Heughan. The servant nodded conspicuously. 'Ah yes, Mr Heughan, he had informed me. He's in room 0410,' he said and with a very friendly smile, he pointed down one of the corridors. Cait thanked him and walked towards his room. Once there, she knocked on his door without thinking. He opened it for her and looked her up and down briefly before she simply entered his hotel room. He looked after her, slightly amused, and went into the bathroom.

When he came out again, he found her standing by the radiator, shivering slightly. He went to her and put a towel over her shoulders. She looked at him gratefully and unconsciously smiled far too sweetly. 'Thank you,' she said quietly and his eyes stayed on hers for longer than he wanted. The reason why he grabbed her towel and started playfully rubbing her hair dry. 'You should bring an umbrella next time,' he said with amusement. 'It wasn't raining when I was out' she gave him an annoyed look as he then went to the wardrobe to lend her some of his own clothes.

'Here' He held the clothes out to her wordlessly and she took them hesitantly. 'It's not going to stop raining that quickly for now. You can spend the night if you want. I'll sleep on the couch,' he said as he looked out of the window. She gave him a look of disbelief. 'Oh come on, we slept anywhere on set where there was space and time. You can sleep in the bed with me' she said dryly without thinking about it and Sam turned to her with his typical look, eyebrow raised slightly, he nodded.

She was right. Time on set was often pretty tough. Sometimes there was no time to sleep and filming often lasted well over 24 hours. Sometimes one of the props or simply a bench was a comfortable place to sleep for a short break. But now they are no longer on set, there is no one around to watch them.

'What did you want to talk about?' she asked curiously as she came out of the bathroom, dressed in one of his big hoodies. She almost sank into it and yet it looked great on her. 'Right, exactly... I wanted to ask you if you'd like to watch tomorrow's episode of Outlander with me' he said and she looked at him curiously. 'What episode was it again?' she asked, rubbing her face tiredly. 'The seventh episode,' he said, unconsciously tense. 'oh ok' came from her, benignly ignorant. 'What's the name of the episode, I'm just too tired to remember which one the last one left off at,' she said, pouring herself a sip of the wine on the table.

'The Wedding Night...' She choked and coughed for a moment. Now it dawned on her. It was that episode. She remembered all the scenes on set too well.

'Are you ok?' he asked without making any facial expressions. 'Yes... I'm sorry,' she apologised and put her glass down again for safety reasons. 'But we're going to need more wine,' she said with amusement and her grin was almost unpleasant. The mood was strange. He scrutinised her carefully while she just stared at the wine, motionless and thoughtful.

She looked slowly at him, his gaze still fixed on her. You would have thought he was burning every corner of her face. It made her nervous, but not in an unpleasant way. She felt the heat in her cheeks and stood up abruptly. 'I think I've spilt...I'll be right back' she disappeared into the bathroom in a flash. She was aware of what was happening, or so she thought, but she was still unsure. He was and is her co-partner. What would the media say, Starz or everyone involved in the big picture? She didn't realise she was breathing faster.

'Cait, are you all right?' he asked anxiously from behind the door. 'Y..yes...I'll be right back.' She splashed water on her face and then came out again. 'And you're sure we should sleep in the same bed?' he asked with raised eyebrows, almost admonishingly. 'That's fine, it's ok,' she said dryly and gave him a cheeky look. She stood in front of him. He was so tall that she always had to look up at him. 'But only if you change too...I doubt you want to sleep in those jeans...you already hated them on set' she looked at him challengingly and tugged at his collar. He enjoyed her closeness. It was clear that he had had feelings for her for some time. It was impossible not to, given the sight of her and her wonderful character. But whether she would ever be serious about him was an open question. He doesn't push her, gives her room to manoeuvre and is patient. Like a crocodile patiently waiting to snatch its prey.

He gave her a charming smile and went to his wardrobe, took out more comfortable clothes and looked at her briefly. She sat down on the couch and unconsciously inspected him as he disappeared into the bathroom. He didn't miss her gaze and when he came out again, he saw her sitting on the couch with her head resting on her hand. She grinned at him. 'Do you want to watch something or are you too tired and want to go to sleep?' he asked solidly, closing the curtains. He turned round and noticed that she already had jumped into bed. She snuggled into the big duvet. He laughed briefly and shook his head playfully. 'well...I take it you've had a full day today...want to talk?' he came round and lay down in bed too. They both looked at each other, snuggled together under a blanket, she was quiet for a moment and had to look at him. It's a completely different feeling alone without people from the set. Far away from all the other trailers, other people or cameras. There was no one here. The thought of it made her heart beat gently faster and she almost forgot to speak, let alone breathe, at the sight of him.

'Yeah...I had a call today and two other annoying appointments before that. I've been travelling all day...then there's the rain...I'm honestly glad to be with you right now' the last words came out of her innocently and unusually meekly. She is usually the type of person who says what she thinks, with consideration for the feelings of others. But it's easier with him. She can be whatever she wants, let herself go with him. He listened to her quietly and attentively.

'Sam... what is it between us?' She looked him in the eye and tried to understand the moment. He brushed a strand of hair out of her face with a wave of his hand, ignoring his own pounding heart. 'We're just lying here talking,' he replied briefly in a low voice. Jesus, can't he stop being cute for once? Struggling to concentrate from his voice and the sight of him, Cait swallowed with difficulty, unable to find an answer.

It was so quiet. Neither of them said anything. Her breathing was much faster and without thinking she snuggled up to him, hiding her face in his chest to hide her burning cheeks. She could hear his heart beating softly and realised that it was also much faster. Sam took her carefully in his arms and decided to remain silent for the time being, to savour the moment. He could smell her hair and buried his face in it a little, kissing it and noticed her smile. He did the same and had to smile. As always, no one needs to say anything to understand.

The sun's warm rays tickled Cait's cheeks and she moved slowly. A large, warm body lay close to her. You really don't need a heater when you're lying next to this 1.92m tall man. She grinned happily as she realised who it was. He was still asleep. She took this moment to observe his sleeping form. He looked so content and balanced, still holding her tightly in his arms.

His calm breathing was soothing, like a lullaby. It was nothing new, sleeping with him, hearing his breathing, feeling him against her, his embrace and yet this time it was completely different. She felt a tingling in her stomach at the mere thought of wanting to touch him. It made her nervous and she suddenly looked away from him only to look back at him again. Her gaze kept switching between his lips and the air she was trying to stare into. No Cait...you better not. Once you start, it will end badly... she thought to herself and thought back to their time on set. They often kissed away from the camera. Out of spontaneous situations to practise, of course...right? The heat rose in her face again. She tried to control her thoughts, but her heart was making it damn hard. She didn't even realise that she had come closer to him, her face close to his, her breathing as if she were climbing a mountain that was out of reach. However, with an unmistakable sound in her voice, she freed herself from his grip in a flash and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Without realising it, she was sweating. She clutched her forehead and tried to get her breathing under control. Damn Balfe, a little more self-control! Her thoughts were waging a war she was in danger of losing. He opened one eye and watched her actions. She flinched slightly as he began to stretch and looked slightly to the side in his direction. He couldn't help but grin self-consciously. She was so cute. He didn't know her to be that shy or insecure. On set, they could both let Jamie and Claire hang out, kiss or touch each other however they wanted. Nobody would have thought it was anything serious, at least that's what they both thought.

She stood up abruptly and looked nervously at him. 'I'm going to freshen up,' she said briefly and Sam let himself fall into his pillow with a smile. He wanted the time to last. To savour this precious moment, just with her...just with Cait.

He made breakfast and the rest of the day was relaxed. Except for a few little things Sam had to do this time, the day was uneventful. Cait spent the time in his room and fell asleep on his couch once again. She was far too tired from the last few days, not to mention the previous night. Snuggled up with one of Sam's woollen blankets, she slept peacefully. The blanket smelled wonderfully of him and transported her to dreamland far too quickly. When the Scotsman returned later that day, he saw her curled up on the couch. Still asleep. He put the key away and took off his shoes to go to her. With quiet steps, he stood next to her and looked at her without a word. She looked so innocent. He often did, watching her sleep. Her soft purring when she slept. Her soft smile when he always secretly snuggled up to her, just to be close to her unnoticed. He loved it.

Sam simply stood still for another moment and looked down at her thoughtfully, bent down and got very close to her face. He could feel her breath on him. The corner of his mouth twitched impatiently and he gave her a delicate kiss on her soft lips. His heart did what it wanted and almost ran away from him, but he didn't care. The kiss was short and so gentle that Cait didn't wake up, at least that's what he thought and realised he was wrong. The ball of blanket and the supposed Mrs Fraser inside it moved gently. She opened her eyes just a crack to somehow recognise what in God's name was happening. Sam was already scurrying about, unpacking a few things he'd been shopping for. There were a few bottles of wine and something to nibble on.

She sat up in a daze, her hair in a wild mess and yawned tiredly. 'What time is it?' she asked with a husky voice. 'It's already 7 pm. How long have you been asleep?' He brought two bottles of wine to the table and two glasses. 'Too long... Well, I don't think I'll fall asleep that quickly watching TV,' she said with amusement and ran her hands through her hair to fix it a little. 'Are you hungry?' he asked, unpacking a bag at the same time. It was Asian Food. 'Yes,' she replied curtly and watched the Scotsman without realising it. Her gaze was dreamy, as if she was looking at the jackpot she had won. He came over to her and set her something to eat. She had to smile. Of course he knew exactly what her favourite food was. 'Thank you,' she said and they both ate some of the food.

'Do you remember filming the episode?' he asked when he had finished eating.

'Yes, quite a lot. I'm curious how it was edited. Some days were so long and tiring,' she took a breath and looked at him. 'It was sometimes very difficult to stay relaxed and yet... You made it easy for me to shoot the more difficult scenes,' he said with a smile and looked at her in detail. She couldn't avoid his gaze and was caught up in it. She quickly picked up her wine glass and took a good sip.

Cait laughed softly as she remembered. 'Did you remember the scene when Claire said "go to bed"? God, how many times we replayed that just because our producer never liked the look in your eyes and then I said "to fuck" off camera, or so I thought? Your look afterwards was exactly what they wanted to see and it was recorded,' she laughed and took another sip. Sam did the same and poured the red wine down his throat. 'How could I forget?' his voice sounded ironic with an amused undertone. 'At least it wasn't too cold when we were naked for what felt like 24 hours,' he said and poured more wine.

She looked silently into her wine glass after his words, then raised her eyes and literally stared at him. He's like an accident... you don't want to look but you can't help but stare at him with curiosity and anticipation. Too mesmerised by his gaze, she once again couldn't get a word out. He could throw a bone now and she would run after it like a dog. He raised an eyebrow questioningly. 'The episode is about to start,' he breathed so quietly that she had to think for a moment whether she had heard him correctly.

Sam came closer to her, looked deep into her eyes and was tired of seeing her like this. She was literally begging to be touched. The Scotsman didn't hesitate a second longer and kissed her gently yet firmly. Cait was briefly surprised and yet she accepted the kiss without hesitation. As if they had kissed hundreds of times before, he brought her to him by taking her face in his hand. He stroked her cheek tenderly and was the first to break the kiss. Cait just looked at him. She could have sworn her heart was stuck one floor below. He smiled at her and she did the same, returning his smile with a blissful grin. He took the remote control without another word.

The atmosphere was strangely relaxed, but you could just feel the crackle. He switched on the TV and the episode started. She looked over at him expectantly, so he couldn't help but lean over and grab her, cuddling her right next to him against his chest. Cait took a contented breath and drank more of the wine as she savoured his closeness and warmth.

They both made comments here and there and had to laugh and shake their heads when Rupert and Angus burst in. 'I remember one of them fell badly once,' Sam laughed and they both grinned. Then came the scene where Claire asks Jamie to bed. Both the Scot and the Irishwoman watched the scene tensely and had to smile again and again. 'How many times we had to repeat that...but you did a good job,' she said contentedly to distract them from what was actually happening. Jamie grabbed Claire's breast. 'Christ, how many times you made me laugh, Cait...you kept making jokes about my breasts,' Sam said with amusement and Cait turned bright red. 'Well I was nervous as hell...we had to take our clothes off...I was afraid I'd ruin your view of naked women' she said sheepishly and he took her chin and forced her to look at him.

'my god Cait...how can you say that...' he whispered more and she looked at him nervously and slightly guiltily. Before she could say anything, Sam beat her to it. 'Your body is beautiful.' She stared at him and their gazes parted as the scene came where Jamie plopped on top of her and penetrated her. The situation couldn't have been stranger. It was weird for both of them to see each other like this. It looked a thousand times hotter on the screen than when they were both shooting that scene over and over again.

Sam grinned at Claire's sweet words when she said she gets crushed by Jamie. He noticed Cait's tension, she squeezed her legs tightly together and banished all her thoughts to the farthest corner of her brain cells. To no avail. Sam looked down at her and took the wine glass from her hand. How much had they actually had now? Both bottles of wine were empty.

Cait looked at him questioningly, but she knew the answer. Sam slowly stroked her legs and hesitantly approached her face. Her breathing increased, her lower lip quivering in response to his touch. She closed the gap and kissed him. But this time more demanding and with far less restraint. Gripped by what was on the television, Cait pressed herself closer to him and without thinking about it, she sat on his lap. He gasped briefly under the stormy kisses only to continue on her neck. She let out a sigh. A soft, pleasurable sound that he knew all too well. It had almost always driven him crazy when they gave their all during filming and he wasn't allowed to have her completely. Shooting a scene is one thing. Shooting naked is something else, but constantly filming wild sex scenes in the nude with such a beautiful woman is simply torture. With her playful but otherwise confident character, he would have liked to show how much he really liked her. He constantly had to touch her. On her breasts, her body and getting closer to areas with his face that made him want to seriously give up control of himself.

Meanwhile, no matter what was on the television, she only had eyes for her Scotsman. She looked at him dreamily, losing herself in his gaze. Everything about him is so attractive. His hair, which she now clung to in order not to lose her mind. His upper body, his beard and God damn his face, with his ice-cold blue eyes that almost robbed her of her will. She unconsciously moved onto his lap when she realised that he was already more than ready for action. Now she smirked cheekily at him, causing him to bite his lower lip. 'You little beast....now you're showing your true colours,' he said almost choking and his gaze didn't leave hers for a second. Somehow they knew it, but it was different here too. He took off her hoodie and just looked at her for a moment. As if he couldn't believe what he saw, he grabbed her breasts as if he wanted to make sure they were the same as usual. He kissed one of them gently and played around with the other.

She leant her head back with pleasure and let him do his thing. 'Sam....' she breathed and looked at him, slightly dazed. 'You too....' she whispered excitedly and took off his shirt too. She looked at him with red cheeks. It didn't matter whether it was the alcohol or Sam's fault. No matter who she drank from, she would be intoxicated by both. She touched him on the shoulder and ran her fingers down his neck to the area below his belly button, from which a few hairs flashed out. Sam's eyes were fixed on Cait with an expression as if she were made of glyphs and he was trying to decipher them.

She grabbed his belt with her hand and tried to open it, but this turned out to be difficult when sitting. He grabbed her ass and literally threw her on the couch, took off his pants only to stand completely naked in front of her. Her gaze was discreetly surprised and looked at his best piece. She was not prepared for that now. They always wore protection on set, which didn't help much when Sam had a hard-on, but it covered everything. She swallowed and for a second a shy shadow could be seen in her eyes. "We want to stay fair, my dear," he pointed to her pants and came closer to her playfully. She looked at him nervously and had to smile to cover up her nervousness.

"Do you want to continue?" he asked as a precaution and in answer she nodded and looked at him with a cheeky, innocent face. He grinned confidently and helped her undress. There she was, completely exposed with a red glow on her cheeks. They had both played through this position so many times before, but this one moment now belonged to the two of them alone.

He grabbed her by the hand to pull her up to him. Cait stood directly in front of him and looked him in the eye anything but uncertainly. She literally felt his heartbeat, as if the two were synchronously forming a unit. She took his hands and intertwined her fingers in his. "Caitriona you are so beautiful" proudly sounded in his voice and she smiled happily at him. "Just you and me" she whispered lovingly, looked at him longingly and Sam couldn't ask any more questions, because she had just answered them.

He kissed her, longing and greedy, clawed at her ass to lift her up and faltered briefly. There was no cut, nothing that interrupted them despite the swaying and could stop the lust of both. He let himself fall back a little on the couch, with her on his lap, without even thinking about breaking the kiss.

Now nothing went according to the script. He was the director of this scene and decided how to proceed in accordance with his Irish beauty. She enjoyed every touch, every second and breathed heavier as he caressed her breasts. Cait became more impatient and looked at him almost begging. He grabbed her ass again to lift her and positioned her so that Sam could penetrate her without any problems. He smiled... She was more than ready. A groan on her part indicated that the tackle would continue as he was into her completely. The Hugh Scot didn't want to slow down, not to be careful that something unexpected happened.

Cait moved and he adjusted to her. This time he couldn't help but moan quietly. She rested her forehead on his and continued moving. Regardless of the hotel neighbors, neither of them cared how loud they were.

He had to smile at the sight of her. She moaned subtly differently than when they were filming. It sounded the same as always, but there was a hint of honesty in the sound of her lovely voice. The sound that makes his bones tremble and underlines the pleasure he is really giving her. Flowing through the alcohol and the rush of adrenaline that they both experience and that made them both sweat, he felt how aroused she already was. He concentrated on her to give her the moment of happiness, but had great difficulty enduring it, especially with her moaning. She really deeply enjoying it.

'Sam...' damn it, he tried so hard not to lose control, but moaning his name like that almost pushed him over the edge. He gasped heavily and bit her shoulder. Finally, she felt a wave rushing deep inside her and completely flooding her. She moaned louder and let him feel how much he loved her without ever having said it.

'Sassenach!' He gasped at the same time as her and let himself fall completely as he came inside her, clawing a little too hard at her round ass. She sank exhausted onto his shoulder and gasped for air. Completely out of breath, both of them tried to understand the situation they were in.

'Everything ok...Mo Chridhe?' He hesitated at first, but he had to say it. He loved her and had no doubt that this would ever change. She was too perfect, her temperament, her way of dealing with him and her laugh. God, how much he loved her laugh. The Scotsman lovingly wrapped the wool blanket around her and let her get some air, but it was starting to make him nervous because she was still hiding into his chest. 'Is everything ok, Cait?' he asked nervously. She turned her head so that her face was directed towards the crook of his neck and he could feel her breath. He got goosebumps.

'I love you...' she whispered softly to him. Three words that could throw him off balance and almost made his heart stop. A smile twitched across his lips. 'I love you too... Sassenach...' he said lovingly and playfully and felt her smile. 'What do we tell the producers?" she asked, quite worried. 'Nothing at first. It will be difficult to hide it... at least partially. Maybe they'll let us do it and accept the unspoken facts. Filming should be easier for both of us,' he tried to explain and stroked her back. Suddenly he looked at her with a Jamie expression, as if he had traveled through time in just a second. 'Could you now...' he paused briefly.

'What?' now she looked at him confused. 'I mean we didn't use protection...' he got nervous and the Irish woman had to giggle. 'No...that's out of the question, don't worry' she said. He smiled in relief. 'We missed half the episode,' he said and she snuggled up next to him. 'It doesn't matter...we'll watch it again then" she said with a cheeky undertone and he kissed her extensively.

[littlecrabbs]

I drew 80's rockstar AU Jamie Fraser from @mistresspandorawritesthings 's fic This Ain't a Love Song (which I am in the middle of reading and I LOVE IT SM) This version of Jamie will live in my head forever💖

[rain-shoshana]

The Love Affair at Styles is officially completely outlined! Now I just have to write up a storm. It's so close to being finished I can taste it.

Anyway here's some more excerpts. Inspector Japp and Monsieur Poirot are old friends.

[skeleton-richard]

Ahahaha yeah that's why his name is Jamie Fraser he's named after Frazer Hines. It makes her strict anti-fanfiction stance just a wee bit ah... let's say ironic

I was JUST telling my whovian coworker about this! It’s insane!

I’ve never read/seen Outlander (not my thing) but I’d rather have Jamie McCrimmon than the Jamie in Outlander. They don’t seem similar from what I’ve heard.

Also what is it with people who file off the serial numbers and publish their fic and then hate fanfic? E. L. James is like that and she not only published her Twilight fanfiction as an original series but she ripped off Stephanie Meyer’s whole career and she hates fanfic. Must be they’re aware of their IP theft and ashamed of it but it made them a lot of money.

[lilpotatjj]

'Share like a trailer with you' ...Sam you little scottish naughty boy. Well we all can imagine what happened after these words in the trailer but here you go...you can just read it. 😉 (FF Sam x Cait)Warning: 18+ hot and messy lovebirds that enjoying themselves because who wouldn't after all the dirty scenes they have to film🤭🔥

The door swung open with a laugh to the exit of the studio where they had held the interview. Cait looked at him with a smile and walked on with an innocent look, but stopped at the side of the road. Sam looked at her silently for a moment and grabbed his jacket with his hands. She stood with her hands clasped behind her back, looking out at the road and thinking for a moment.~share like a trailer with you~ Her thoughts in her mind... "Were you serious?" She didn't turn around as she spoke and swallowed nervously.

Sam gave his typical thoughtful look, mouth pursed and looking serious. Finally, she turned around and gave him a more than innocent look. She was literally crying out for him. Cait didn't have to say anything because her body was louder than her words. He came up to her and stopped right in front of her, his face right in front of her nose. "I have no more plans today...Sassenach..." he breathed almost sadistically on her lips. His breath gave her goose bumps and because that wasn't enough, she felt the strength almost completely drain from her legs. Staying professional in front of the camera wasn't going to work. Away from the cameras, all alone... secretly? A shiver came over her and her whole body shook. A clearing of the throat came from the direction of the parked cars. The Scotsman stood patiently by his car with a cheeky grin at the corner of his mouth.

"But...my car is still back there," Cait said and went to him. "That'll be fine, I'll bring you back here tomorrow, you can pick it up then" She got into his car and buckled her seatbelt, visibly tense. She wasn't nervous because she was alone with him and shy, no, the possibility of losing control of her feelings here and now and jumping on him like an animal was more likely. They've been on set for too long now, shooting scene after scene. Sam hasn't had a girlfriend, she knows that, and Cait herself has also been single for a while now. That explained why the air was literally on fire. He drove off and she just stared silently out of the window, concentrating on everything that didn't look like the Scotsman next to her. Caitriona unconsciously let out a soft sigh, which made Sam smile. She looked at him questioningly. "What is it?"

"Nothing..." he said, looking at her briefly as they stood at a traffic light. "You just look so cute when your mind is messed up. Very different from on set. You're really good at keeping it together when it's not something fun," he said, looking back down at the road. Cait stared at him and the blood rushed to her cheeks. Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ why does this man always have to be so attractive no matter what he says. So he really meant it. Now she was getting a little nervous. Even though he's always so sweet to her on set, it's somehow more intense now. She took a nervous breath and looked out of the window again. "I'm hungry," she said dryly without thinking. He braked abruptly and his gaze immediately fell on her. "For what?" he asked in a serious voice. His gaze was so penetrating that Cait couldn't get a single word out at first. A loud honk behind them startled her and pulled her out of the long tunnel she was stuck in. "I-I don't know," she said abruptly. Of course, his question was meant quite differently. "Just fucking drive!" she almost shouted and looked behind. He hesitated for a moment and finally drove off. She stared at him, now rather annoyed, but the blush was still in her cheeks. Jesus, does this tension ever stop? "Trailer... drive to my trailer," she said, visibly upset and trying to calm down.

Sam suddenly put a hand on her leg.

"Relax Cait" she looked at his hand and almost had a heart attack at his touch. She couldn't look at him anymore. After what felt like an eternity, they finally got back to the set. He parked his car by her trailer, got out and walked to Cait's door to hold it open for her. He held out his hand to her, she accepted it gratefully and got out too. Sam let her go first and followed her to the door. She unlocked it, walked in and stopped with the door in her hand to look at him.

"May I come in?" he asked politely and there it was. Her wonderful and sweet smile. She nodded silently and opened the door wider for him to come in. Once inside, she turned on the light, they both took off their shoese and stood still. Sam came close behind her. The silence was almost unbearable and yet it was loud in the room without a single word. His face was almost in her neck. "You wanted to explain something to me..." he whispered, letting his hand wander to her hip. She closed her eyes in pleasure and turned to him abruptly, staring straight into his soul. The days were long, the scenes they often shot unfairly sexy. The cameras made it strange, at least sometimes, but that didn't change the pleasure they both felt. It was impossible to deny it. They both enjoyed it too much for that. And live it out? How? Without a partner, it was an affliction that put an additional strain on both of them.

Sam just looked down at her with his eyes.

A concentrated, tense look. He didn't move for a second and let her choose how she wanted to spend the evening. Gentleman through and through. Her eyes met his and she paused to soak up every second that they were already connected. She was unsure whether she should take this step. In any case, her brain thought she should stop and not lay a finger on her co-star. But her body was of a different opinion. Her nipples become stiff. Sam's gaze wandered to them and then back to her eyes. Caitriona's breathing was fast. Far too fast, which made it difficult for the Scotsman to keep his hands off her. He swallowed hard.

"May I touch you...?" he asked in a tender voice, softly and carefully. The Irishwoman's heart sank a level lower, but instead of answering, she took a step closer to him. A lightning bolt ran through her as he placed his hand gently on her breast. She closed her eyes to pull herself together and he knew it. He wouldn't push her or go a second too far, but he loved to play with her and tease her. He closed the last few inches of air between them by stepping closer to her and putting his other hand on her chin to lift it. She opened her eyes just a little to look at him dreamily. He knew exactly what he was doing. The 1.92m Scotsman simply didn't care that he was playing with fire now. Cait was his co-partner, but neither his brain nor his body would go along with the idea of shooting another love scene with her without being allowed to have her completely. He kissed her gently, as if time stood still. The Irishwoman responded to the kiss, nothing else was possible. The kiss was tender and only meant to test how far she wanted to go with him and he promptly got an answer in that the kiss became more demanding. She stood on her tiptoes and pushed herself closer to him, that Sam had to hold her so that they didn't fall over.

Her hands were already on his open jacket. She clawed into it during the kiss and was about to take his jacket off when he interrupted the kiss. "Are you sure?" he asked lovingly, looking at her seriously. After all she felt for the blond, she just smiled cheekily and kissed him again. She tugged at his jacket and took it off impatiently, which made him smile again. He hadn't expected the effect he had on her, which made him a little proud. She was pretty, no questions ask. You would think it was both a blessing and a curse to have such a woman as a colleague. He only interrupted the kiss briefly to remove his shirt and continued. She placed her hands on his well-toned upper body. Cait's fingers burned on his skin and she struggled to think clearly. All the adrenaline that had built up every time during the filming of such tingling scenes came up now and made it almost impossible to think about anything other than him and his perfect body.

Now it was the Irish woman who interrupted the kiss to look him straight in the eye and free herself from her top. Dropping to the floor, Sam's gaze fell on her bra. He hesitated for a moment, lifted his hand and slipped it inside. She closed her eyes in pleasure and clung to his arms while he continued to caress her breast. Once again she was involved in a kiss, but it was almost a battle for dominance as they both turned it into a French kiss.

His hands wandered up her back to undo her bra, which promptly fell to the floor. He paused briefly to blink at her bed. Without thinking, he took her by her butt and lifted her up. They both only had their pants on. He dragged her towards the bed and placed her firmly on it, bent over her and immediately kissed her breast. She let out a soft sigh, which gave Sam satisfaction at having her where he wanted her.

His mouth moved further down and stopped at her waistband. With a quick glance up at her and a shy nod to him, he unzipped her pants and took them off along with her underwear. He looked at her proudly, like a lion staring at its prey after a successful hunt, and God she was beautiful. It was the first time he had seen her completely naked without any cover. She wasn't particularly nervous as she trusted him completely. The sight of her almost drove him mad as she layed there with her long, loose hair and her beautiful curves. She rose up to kiss him on the neck and stroked over his erection right between his legs without hesitation. Someone was impatient, Sam thought to himself, drawing in his breath sharply to stifle a soft moan. He already had enough trouble not to lose control completely in order to give her pleasure as well. He wanted to see her, see what she really looked like so devoted to him. He wanted to see what pleasure he could give her. The Irish woman had already opened his pants. He stood up and stopped at the edge of the bed in front of her, removed his pants and left them lying messily. There he stood. Cait sat up and examined him very carefully. Now she took the time she usually never had during filming.

Looking at him like this, also without any annoying protection, made her blush even more unconsciously. She crawled to him on her knees on the bed and looked at his upper body, letting her gaze wander up to him and gripping his arousal firmly in her hand. He flinched gently and gasped softly, but he stood firm and didn't move an inch. Her hand moved very slowly and she let her gaze wander into his soul. He leaned down to her and pressed her onto the bed with a kiss, pushing her legs apart. He broke the kiss to look at her seriously and aroused.

"Are you sure?" his voice trembled and he couldn't say any more as she pulled him towards her to kiss him. He thrust into her without hesitation, moving searchingly and moaning louder than he wanted to.

For a moment, Cait was surprised. She hadn't expected such a sound from his mouth right away, especially not after all the scenes they had both filmed. Now she was proud. They were both turning night into day and they didn't care if anyone could hear. Somehow they would both be able to sort it out if necessary.

He moved vigorously and didn't hold back for a second.

Sensing that he didn't need long, he paused, looked at her for help and she understood. He picked her up and sat her on his lap without sliding out of her. Her hair fell over her shoulders and chest. He thought he had an angel sitting on his lap. Cait stared intently into his eyes and kissed him gently and lovingly without moving. The Scot grew impatient and grabbed her ass to move her. She grinned under the kiss, but couldn't help moaning softly and circled her hips slowly. He clawed at her butt and sucked on her neck without thinking that tomorrow everyone would be able to see what they were doing last night. She would owe her make-up artist an explanation, but neither he nor she cared about that now. She began to move slowly. They were both completely in tune with the night and never wanted it to end. She could feel a wave of arousal building and hoped he felt the same. Cait moaned loudly and clawed way too hard into his shoulders. At least she wasn't the only one who needed an explanation. She had almost no strength left when she came and struggled to keep moving.

"Don't stop...please," Sam begged, realizing that she was already exhausted. He took her and put her almost roughly back on the bed. He was so close to bursting and clawed into the sheets. She enjoyed the sight of him, seeing him so full of excitement that she was the one who could give him this. Finally, a wave of excitement washed over Sam as he came inside her and couldn't stop himself from moaning. Completely out of breath, he looked her straight in the eye and they both enjoyed the silence. The air was soaked in excitement and all the love they could finally live out. He sank exhausted next to her and wrapped an arm around her, burying his face in her beautiful hair.

It was Cait who first broke the silence. "Do you think someone heard us?" she asked in an amused and happy voice. "mhh..." one of his Scottish sounds that she loved so much. "I don't know. But whoever it could be will now know that you'll be very happy to come to work tomorrow," he said with great humor. She blushed and gave him a cheeky slap on the shoulder. "Look who's talking!" she laughed and suddenly stared at him. "What?" he asked curiously and stood up. "Nothing..just. I didn't know you were so..." she paused for a moment. "That I what?" Now he was really curious. He took one of the water bottles from her small water supply and opened it to take a drink.

"That...you can be so loud" she said mischievously as if it was something special and gave Sam a reason to swallow hard. "Well my dear..." He took another sip of water and finally put the bottle down on the table. "There's something about you..." he sat down next to her and stroked his hand through her soft hair. "...that makes me feel different, I am who I am and I can be exactly the same with you. I've always been able to do that when you're with me," he said so lovingly that she couldn't help but smile at him overjoyed. "I can let myself go with you and you were obviously able to do the same with me...Sassenach...you weren't exactly quiet either" he smiled and she hid her embarrassed face against his chest. 'I could look at you like this all day' he kissed her hair and saw the hickey on her neck. He stroked it slowly and grinned.

"Now you're mine...and everyone can see it" he said with far too much pride in his voice but she looked up at him cheekily, letting her gaze wander to his shoulders and Sam followed it only to look at her in surprise. "You cheeky beast..." he murmured and kissed her again.

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Here you go guys. Crazy how much wanted it. Fanfiction story right after she sang 'Santa Jamie' teasingly. It's long. It's sometimes funny and...damn It's freaking wild and hot. (And it's fiction😉 so enjoy)

!Warning!: 18+ SC teasing each other. Cait does a wee bit more than just...having fun🤫🔥

"~so hurry down the chimney tonight~ Cait suppressed a laugh.

"Ho-Ho-Ho" The Scotsman closed the book with a grin.

Sam stared at her. It was a long, deep look. His eyes were already doing what Cait asked, indirectly and in complete secret, just the two of them. Everything around them was suddenly quiet, even though people were bustling around preparing the next scene for the two of them. She swallowed hard and didn't move an inch, while in his mind he had already undressed her and shown what a good girl she was.

"...a...C..t......." Words tried to reach her, but they were so muffled, as if a flash grenade had exploded next to her. It was the blood that first shot out of her face, straight into her middle, that gave her goosebumps, purely out of pure desire. He did it all the time, but not on set and certainly not minutes before a scene. "Caitriona!" it rang out in her ear and she jerked her head in the direction from where the words came. It was her make-up artist, who wanted to do a few last things to her hair. Sam looked after her for a few seconds and then focused on the book again. "Everything OK?" asked the make-up artist Balfe, but she just smiled dully and tried not to let it show that she had just mentally had sex with her co-star, who was sitting just 2 meters away from her. Without realizing it, she started to sweat. "Cait, if you're not feeling well, let me know, remember, forcing yourself to do something can only prolong the production in the long run," said the artist as she fiddled with her, but she just shook her head. The Irish woman took a deep breath, closed her eyes and mentally went over her lines again. In vain. The damned Scotsman kept getting into her head. If she doesn't pull herself together immediately, there could be trouble from the producer. The fact that neither of them had slept together for a week didn't make it any easier. Why did she have to sing that stupid song? Too much work on the set and physical withdrawal made her weak and Sam is always one to jump on these little games.

"Let's go, guys! The set is ready!" It was the scenes from season 5, episode 11, in which Jamie is lying in bed with a book and Claire is putting on perfume to seduce him. The first dialogues were still OK, but this time it wasn't her laughter that made her mess up the scenes like usual, no, it was her looks. They were too real, they were long, lascivious looks, different to how the producer had planned to shoot. Sam was, as always, fully in character and he knew what he had done. "CUT!" The producer went quickly to her and looked at her neutrally. "Is everything OK?" For God's sake, no! There he is, her husband in full Jamie outfit, lying on a bed and her? only in a nightgown. If she could, she would jump on him, without a script. No, everything is not damned OK! At least that's what she thought and just nodded silently. "Yeah, I'm just a bit...tired" she paused briefly when she heard Sam clear his throat and cursed him for his small but extremely cheeky insinuations. He looked at her and smiled absolutely innocently. Cait looked over the producer's shoulder at him and the heat rose in her face. He will pay for this, even if it's too late today after filming! She sat down again and took a deep breath, this time with an exasperated hum in her voice. "Okay, let's go," she said briefly and was back in 'Claire mode'.

She knew what was coming and pushed the thought of it away for a while. Sam and Cait finished filming the scene without any further major interruptions. Now she had to go to bed with him, having her face and neck moistened with water beforehand so that she looked sweaty. Sam looked at her as she prepared and raised an eyebrow. "So you don't need that much extra water today, huh?" he said in a tone as if he didn't know why at all and she glared at him with a warning look, which made Sam hold back a laugh. He got into position, Cait did the same and they continued. With the click of the clapperboard the scene came to life. Cait stretched herself, tired and sweaty, and stood up to go to the window. She was really hot by now and the whole situation was really pissing her off, but her acting talent was now showing its full potential.

"Claire..." came Jamie's voice quietly and worriedly. He hugged her and without noticing, the two were back in their own little bubble. "Have you been crying?" he asked and Claire smiled at him with an innocent smile. "No... it's just so hot, I'm sweating..." the sound of her voice, more Cait than Claire, continued to speak her lines and both played around the scene with a natural honesty, you could forget that this was a place where there were a good 15-30 people in the room and tons of cameras pointed at them. Jamie picked her up and sat her on the windowsill with the green screen in the background. He started kissing her thigh and Cait had trouble not losing her composure, sticking to the script. This bastard tried harder to make it look as real as possible and came dangerously close to her center. Claire tilted her head back and concentrated on not messing up the scene and accidentally making a move that would risk a 'CUT'.

Done. Fortunately, no further cut was needed and both of them were able to catch their breath. They both stood up and Cait ran her hands through her hair, looking at her husband. He had a stiff-on...that was obvious. She had to get away now, get some distance, otherwise her legs would give way if she looked at the Scotsman for even a second longer. She went into one of her trailers to change completely. After the producer and the others had thanked them both, they were allowed to finish work. It was already late after midnight and such provocative scenes are usually shot late to give the actors the opportunity to free themselves from certain feelings. Very few people know that the two are more closely connected than everyone thought.

"HOHOHO..." There was a click from the door as it closed and Sam was leaning against it. She was so lost in thought that she didn't even notice the blonde and was startled by his words. She was standing there in just her bra and pants, her shirt in her hand. "God damn it, Sam!" she said and took a breath of relief. He came towards her and she did everything she could to ignore him. She fiddled with her hair and suddenly felt a warm breath on her neck. Sam was standing right behind her.

"Are you sure you've been a very good girl today?" he asked in a scratchy, rough voice without touching her. "Sam, please... not here... not...-" she took a sharp breath when he suddenly gently put his fingers on her neck. For a brief moment she let herself get carried away, but then came to her senses when she realized where she was. "Sam, someone could come in at any time..." she said in an almost choked voice, as he had no intention of stopping. His fingers slowly ran around her neck and a shiver ran through her legs. He started kissing her neck and looked out the window, where he could see Sophi in the dark, moving towards the trailer. He stopped kissing, but didn't leave her side. Sam stayed close to her as the door opened and Sophi walked in, saw the two of them and froze for a brief second. Her gaze lingered on Sam for a small but uncomfortable moment, then on Cait, who was slightly out of breath, and then back on the Scotsman. Sophi turned away and quickly put down one of the outfit pieces. She almost got goosebumps from Sam's gaze. Not because of excitement, no...he claimed Cait for himself with an aura that could wake the dead. Like an alpha who dominates and claims his matriarch.

The message was clear and left no room for further questions on her part. She walked as quickly as she could and was visibly confused as she left. Cait hadn't given her a single glance and was trying to collect herself. After all the hard days of filming and working without sleeping with her once, he just wanted her for himself and not to let anyone or anything ruin the moment. The Irish woman freed herself from the confines and put on her top. "Let's go to your trailer, Santa Jamie." She winked at him seductively and then grabbed her jacket. They both went out and Sam suddenly grabbed Cait to carry her bridal style. She giggled and suddenly snuggled up to him, feeling his warmth. There was nothing nicer than feeling his closeness. She always gave him security and comfort.

When he arrived, he let her down on her feet and closed the door behind him. She still had a score to settle with him. She was a good girl, but he wasn't. On the contrary...he annoyed her wherever he could today. Just the thought of it reignited heat in her, a fire that had almost gone out and was now reignited when she just looked at him. He simply dropped the key on the table as he went to her and wasted no time. He grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her passionately. She let her jacket, which she had just taken off, fall to the floor and returned the kiss just as intensely, leading him backwards a little so that he was forced to sit down on the table. He didn't give up and pulled her onto his lap, kissed her neck and quickly moved to her breast. He paused for a moment. She was wearing a button-up shirt. He started to unbutton her but became too impatient and ripped it open with a jerk so that his hands could wander to her bra.

A sigh escaped her and she held on tighter to him so that she didn't slip off his lap. Sam's hand wandered into the side of her bra and played tenderly with her breasts. Completely out of sorts, Cait closed her eyes and enjoyed every single second, every single touch and murmured something incomprehensible. The passion that was bubbling in both of them was literally boiling over. The Irish woman helped her blond Scotsman take off his top and didn't stop kissing him for a second, afraid that someone might interrupt at any second. From his neck down to his abs, she stopped at his waistband and looked up at him cheekily. "I said I was good... so I want to unwrap my present..."

One of the typical Scottish guttural sounds came from him, announcing obvious anticipation. He stood up and let her free him from his pants. She looked at his erection and glanced up at him cheekily. "I can Play with my present right away, can't I?" She teased him in an innocent voice and kissed his best piece . He flinched slightly at every single touch and knew that for God's sake she mustn't go full throttle because he was about to burst. But that was exactly her intention. She wanted to tease him now and drag the whole thing out. She took him completely into her mouth and went full throttle straight away. Sam moaned, too excited as he was and grabbed her hair in his grip. "C...Cait stop..." He hardly got a word out and closed his eyes when it was already too late and he came violently in her mouth with a loud moan. Revenge tastes sweet...

He looked down at her in surprise and gasped heavily. She raised an eyebrow and grinned as she swallowed. "What?" she asked innocently. "I bet there's more in the Christmas sack..." she grabbed his balls, which made him jump. "You deserve a punishment as naughty as you are right now, my love." He smiled cheekily and almost cynically at her, grabbed her arm to turn her and pushed her onto the table with gentle but firm force, her bum stretched out towards him and his arm behind her back. He just pulled her pants down a little, just below her butt, and came to her without penetrating her. The Scotsman continued to hold her with his arm behind her back. He was so taken by what she was doing that he didn't need a break and was still aroused. Very slowly, Sam gave one kiss after the other, starting from her neck, down to her back and stopping just before her bum. He sat upright, one hand still on her tied arm and the other hand now found its way to her neck. He entered her and remained still. The Irish woman looked behind him as best she could and became impatient. Cait practically begged him to carry on, to move and to drive the desire out of her, but he stayed like that for a moment. "Well, what is it, Sassenach... I could literally feel how much you wanted me on set today, how you practically forced yourself on me and I swear to you, if we had had to repeat the take just once, I would have led you to the toilet and taken you there!"

Her face was bright red, not from shame, but the thought of making out with him there was almost her fault. She couldn't think any further when she felt the first powerful thrust from Sam and moaned loudly. God, what a week of abstinence can do to you is almost inhuman. He showed no mercy and thrust again and again, didn't mince his words and was careful to hold her tight without being too rough or hurting her. Sam set the pace, but noticed that she was about to come and that was exactly why he slowed down. She snorted indignantly and looked at him angrily, but all she got back was a sadistic grin. "Sam please...please don't slow down..." she whimpered almost wordlessly, completely out of breath and noticed how the tingling was lessening. "You bastard...!" she scolded in such a sweet voice that made Sam laugh and gave her a slap on the butt with his other hand. "Now now...that's no way to talk to Santa...Darling." Now she tried to free herself, which almost got the blond Scotsman into trouble. He let go of her and took a step back, but he didn't have much time, because Cait launched a new attack on him and grabbed his arms to press him against the wall opposite the table.

He grinned a little too proudly, but he lifted her left leg, turned her so that she was pressed against the wall and thrust into her without batting an eyelid. A loud moan made almost the entire container shake. He began to move faster inside her than before and Cait had trouble holding on to him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she laid her head back, gripped by desire. "Don't stop...Sam...!" she begged again, but he had no intention of stopping now. He wrapped her in a long and passionate kiss, making sure that she got her money's worth and tightened his grip on her thigh. The wave of lust and adrenaline flooded over her, making her forget everything for that one moment, the stress at work, the sleepless nights and the different filming times, which often meant that both of them couldn't be together. Cait clung tightly to Sam's neck as she came and her loud moans gave him goosebumps. He was so close to coming a second time. His body literally trembled as he poured himself into her and he hid his face in her neck, but the Irish woman grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her while he moaned loudly.

He stayed in that position for a moment, both of them staring at each other silently and completely out of breath, until he finally let go of her leg and it slowly sank to the floor. Cait almost lost her footing completely, but he held her tightly in his arms so that she couldn't give in. Sam was completely exhausted and grabbed her by her butt to carry her to his bed. They lay next to each other and Cait snuggled up to him while he covered her and himself with a blancet. "I wanted you so much today... filming the scene was torture this time" she whispered to him softly and he smirked. "I know... you were so tense and confused. You'll laugh but your make-up artist gave me a dirty look. She knew exactly what was going on," he said and kissed her on the forehead. "Oh?" Cait was genuinely confused but she kissed him on his upper body. "Well...who can say they slept with Santa?" she said playfully and Sam had to laugh. "Oh, you were a really bad girl, my love...as punishment I would have to give you another smack on your beautiful ass." He grabbed her ass with both hands, kissed her while she lay on top of him and grinned into the kiss.

"I love you, Santa Jamie," she said lovingly.

"And I love you...Sassenach"

My other SC Fanfictions here in my MASTERLIST

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"The thing that jamie wears around his crotch" he really was struggling after her look😏

look at her little smirk...she was thinking something reeeally dirty...Aren't you Cait?🤭🤫

(Screenshots from the Outlander World vid.)

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Couldn't wait to write it all down. Our sweetheart Cait became emotional after taking off her wig for the last time. And we all ken that there's only one person she gets the comfort right? Here ye go (it's a wee bit longer as I thought..should I be sorry?..nae ;) )

Warning: sweet comfort and some sadness and a wee bit of drama. And a Sam that is so in scots character 😂👀

One last time

There it lay...a simple scrap of hair. Simple? It was anything but simple. This wig was a part of her existence, her life. It had been with her for eleven years and it was hard to believe that this was the last time it would be taken off. She tried to pull herself together and put the mobile aside, the tears still in her eyes. Recorded for eternity and for those who made it possible to embody Claire Fraser for so long. The fans. She looked silently into the mirror and suppressed a small sob as she fixed the rest of her own hair. Sam hadn't finished when she got up and left the trailer quietly and without a word. He looked after her anxiously and thoughtfully, oblivious to the fact that he had unfamiliar hands halfway down his face. A smile, a small and heavy smile was on her face as she left and she tried to keep her composure. She always did. Pretending to be strong and trying to look professional, which she usually managed quite well, but...not today.

When Sam had finished, he stood up in a flash, like a horse just waiting to race to the starting line. He came out and looked around. There were other smaller trailers everywhere. It was already starting to get dark and the whole set was in an after-work mood. He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. Sam walked slowly through the various crowds. Cait had been tense all day, then the photo for 'The Last Wrap'. She didn't have a single second to herself. He kept getting a hand slapped on his shoulder or back as a sign of excellent work and gratitude, but he hardly bothered to respond. Here and there a small nod of thanks and a smile as he meandered past the people.

He couldn't find her, not even in her trailer. He decided to go into the hall to the set and bumped into Sophie. "Have you seen Cait?" he asked her, unconsciously worried.

"Sam! Ah...yes, she was walking towards Lallybroch's set" she said, adding "Are you coming to the bar for drinks tonight too?"

He raised his hand in thanks and nodded, but left without saying anything to Sophie's astonishment.

"Okay?" she mumbled quietly, shrugging her shoulders as she left too.

A huge room with green and blue screens opened up to him as he entered. Parts of masonry could be seen. Lallybroch. The heart of the set. There she stood in the middle of the walls. He went to her and gave her space, standing a little apart behind her to enjoy the silence with her. It's so ironic, the usually loud hustle and bustle of the set during filming was stifled. You'd think no one had been here for centuries, as if only ghosts were wandering around. She didn't move, although she knew it was Sam standing with her. She could feel his aura very clearly, the same as every day. It could have been anyone, but she would recognize his from thousands.

He finally came a little closer to her, stood close behind her and followed her gaze across the huge set. She wiped her face, not turning an inch. She knew that if she did that now, the dam of her whole frame would break. The actually positive advantage of being able to let herself go with him and only him. But now she felt it was a weakness. She didn't want to cry, not over something so trivial. That's what she thought. Sam took a quiet breath and cleared his throat. He knows her and knows that it's better not to push her now. She'll come to him when she needs him, just like always.

"The others want to go partying, have a drink. Are you coming?" He asked carefully to give her room to breathe. "Of course!" she sounded completely normal as she turned to him. There it was, the smile that could have melted him, but... it had a bitter aftertaste. "Let's go, I want to freshen up quickly and then we can go," she said, playing relaxed. Yes...acting, but she can't do that to him. If anyone could keep their composure, it was Sam. Not Cait. She was Claire through and through when it came to interpreting emotions, she couldn't lie. In front of anyone else...but not in front of him.

He followed her to the trailer and didn't bother to wait outside. He didn't care what anyone else on the set thought. He had to stay with her now, make sure he was there at all times. After all these years, he just wanted to think about her and not worry about what others were saying or thinking about either of them. Cait looked at him in surprise for a moment, hesitantly closed the door and followed Sam with her gaze, who simply sat down on one of the small benches and stared out of the window. She paused briefly, then went to change her clothes and freshen up, only to stand in front of him ten minutes later, ready to go. He stood up and grinned at the sight of her. "You're far too pretty for tonight my dear" he said more proudly than jealously. She smiled sweetly at him and studied him silently for a moment, giving him a kiss on the cheek. It was breathy, almost apologetic, which was why he scanned her curiously.

"We should go before I change my mind mo chridhe" She giggled affectionately at his words and they both left the trailer.

When they arrived at the bar, they joined the others. There were quite a few of them. Sophie, Richard, Lauren, John and César were also there. When they arrived at the table, the others cheered them loudly, glasses were raised and everyone roared. Sam laughed contentedly, gently placed his hand on Caits back and took one of the whisky glasses to clink glasses. Cait gave Sophie a hug and took a glass too.

"Slainte!" the Scot called out loudly and everyone joined in. with one big draught, almost everyone drank the glass empty together while the music played loudly in the background. "So James Fraser!" said Sophie and continued with a smile. "Let you and your Sassenach celebrate hard today!"

His face lit up with joy and he raised his newly refilled whisky glass. "Not just me, but my wonderful partner Cait, as well as all of you!" They raised their glasses again, but at Sam's words, the Irishwoman stared at him silently for a moment, then drained her glass in one go, which Sam just looked at silently. They all talked about the wonderful memories of the last eleven years. Everyone had a lot to say, except Cait, who was quite silent. Had agreed here and there or made a quick comment. Richard was in his own world, having another drink.

As Cait poured herself her 5th glass, the Scot stopped her without thinking. "Ok, slow down babe the evening is still young" She looked at him in disbelief. He knows what her limit is, but she didn't really care at the moment. Fully focused on Cait, Sam didn't notice the looks from the others, which he had caught with her nickname.

Now it was Richard who interrupted the tension and drew the puzzled looks when he distracted the group with a question.

"Do you have any ideas or other projects for the future?" Everyone joined in and suggested ideas or said no, including Cait. "I'm sure it won't be easy to switch off Claire after all this time. But you have so much talent, you could play anything," Sophie said without thinking and received a serious look from the Irishwoman for this statement. Cait stood up and politely excused herself, all eyes fixed on her. Sam did the same and rose to follow her. She went out into the fresh air, breathing faster, doing her best not to lose her composure completely now. Sam came out to her and saw her pacing back and forth, slightly upset and with tears in her eyes. He stood there, still hesitating, he knew her.

"Do you want to go?" he asked calmly and she looked to him for help. That was the hint. He went to her, took her in his arms and simply held her tightly. "We're going..." he whispered softly and lovingly and she just nodded silently, hiding her face in his chest. Sam gave her time and gently hugged her tighter, then took her to his car. Thank God he only had two whiskies.

"I'll let the others know," came from him briefly and as quickly as he was in, he was out again. She sat quietly in the passenger seat, looking at him apologetically as he got behind the wheel. "You don't have to look like that, it's all right. The others are having fun without us," he said in his soft voice, but she looked out of the window briefly as he started the engine. "That's not it. I didn't want to ruin your evening," she said, again with an innocent look. Sam snorted in amusement. "Cait as long as I'm with you every night is saved" he spoke seriously and smiled sincerely at her. "I just need you mo chridhe"

She gave him a wistful smile, she was happy. He stroked her chin and smiled at her with his typical wide grin. "And now let's check into the hotel" he drove off, concentrating on the road and sensing that Cait was still tense.

When he arrived, he looked at her quietly.

"So Claire Fraser" he rolled the 'R' especially and started speaking in Jamie's accent. God she loved his Scottish accent, but it's exactly what her heart doesn't want to hear right now. Cait ignored him and fussed with her hair. "Ye cannae hold it in forever," he said, letting Jamie hang out in full conversational tone. "Stop it Sam, we're not on set anymore," she said annoyed and snappy. He raised his typical eyebrow and walked slowly towards her. "it winnae get any better if ye dinnae let it out...~Claire~!" He emphasized the name of her second life again and made zero effort to stop. She turned to him and scowled. "You're not Jamie!" she commanded rather than saying it. "hm.. nae?" he couldn't ask more Scottishly and grabbed her arm, gently but firmly. "Cait, we've lived these roles for eleven years, they're a part of us and they'll be a part of us forever!" he said sternly, not even thinking about locking the Jamie inside him away. "But it's over now, damn it!" she hissed and tried to pull away. He was beginning to feel like he was filming a scene on set with Claire rather than arguing with Cait herself. She finally clung to him as she gave up. She knew he was right... right from the beginning. But the painful thought that it's over forever is too great.

At last he had her where he wanted her. She could no longer hold back the tears and hid her face in his chest while he held her and stroked her head. The Scotsman gave her a gentle kiss on the head every now and then. It took a while before she finally calmed down. She swallowed it for too long and didn't let it out. Otherwise so tough, it's still not such an easy path. After all, it is the goal that has been irrevocably achieved.

Eleven years of hard work and so many memories. The fact that she had met and fallen in love with her husband there weighed deeply. He picked her up bridal style and carried her to the couch in the room. "It's okay my love...I'm so proud of you. You've done such a great job all these years" she laid her head on his lap. "That's what the right person says...without you, the show would only be half as good!" she said with charming sweet but tired smile and grabbed his chin with his slight beard stubble.

He returned her smile just as lovingly, leaned down and gave her a kiss on the lips. "It doesn't matter what the future holds for us, as long as we're together I don't care," he couldn't say it any sweeter and stroked her silky, dark hair lovingly. She just looked at him in love, the blush on her face full of happiness to have him with her.

"Do you want to watch something?" he asked and she nodded silently. Sam switched on the TV and pulled her closer to him. "My Sassenach," he said quietly and proudly.

"My red-haired, stubborn and hot-headed Highlander"

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(Credits to the Gif owner!)

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U guys I need input. Question: When I write a 18+ FF with some sex would u read it? I have the idea of both Cait and Sam when they watch the wedding scene together like they said in the interview. I already wrote a lot 18+ (as u can see in my list, Link in my info headline) but Outlander/ Cait/Sam would be the first time.

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Short question guys! I'm in love with the Video of Sam and Cait, where Caitriona sings 'Santa Jamie' BTS. Most of you love my 18+ SC Fanfictions sooo....Do you want me to write a 18+ sweet and spicy FF of SC after she sang to him? Would be both, funny and hot🤭🔥😏

(Took a screenshot from the Video which is not from me. Credits to the owner😘)

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There it is, the SheKnows FF.

Anon Request: yes

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 :)

(Credits to the GIF Owner!)❤️

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.

My other Sam and Cait FF's

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Love your fanfictions! If it's no big deal could you write something where Cait is jealous of an interviewer who tries to be lovy to Sam with cheeky questions?

Thanks for the request Anon😘 I hope you and everyone else love it. It's a bit shorter

Warning: Jealous Cait, stupid interviewer and a Sam that knows when his wify gets mad.

The premiere of the 7th season is about to take place and both Cait and Sam are on their way. When they arrive, they both get out and greet the first fans. Sam, who always keeps a watchful eye on his beautiful Irish woman, follows closely behind. Here and there, photos are taken and autographs are given, much to the delight of the fan community. There is shouting and waving and you can practically feel the excitement among the fans.

Of course, it is not possible to please everyone and after a short time the two are on the red carpet. Grin and bear it was the motto. Both present themselves flawlessly and absolutely polished to a high gloss. They pose together and Sam cannot help but provocatively present his ring again for a few seconds, giving his secret wife a mischievous smile.

After they move on and photos are taken, the first interviewers arrive. First a man who asks the usual questions and tries here and there to tease out what will happen in the second part of the 7th season, to no avail. They smile cautiously. Cait keeps looking at her Scotsman, but she doesn't let on that she's a little stressed. Such events are always stressful, there's no way to put a positive spin on them. He knows her and carefully puts a hand on Caits back to calm her down a little. Her eyebrow twitches briefly, but she remains firm when Sam touches her and takes a deep, careful breath.

The next interviewer comes and smiles at both of them, happy and excited. With her gaze mostly directed at Sam, she asks the first question.

"Sam, congratulations on the premiere! How does it feel to be standing here again today after such a long time?" OK. Caitriona is apparently just a microphone holder in the show. Sam raises an eyebrow questioningly, but answers confidently. "Exciting. I mean..." he looks at his wife. "WE have come a long way and sweated a lot of blood and sweat. And none of this would have gone so well without my wonderful co-partner Catriona!" He gave his last words much more expression than usual. The interviewer nods and continues to look at Sam.

Cait doesn't care whether she is spoken to or not. She doesn't feel the need to be the center of attention. Her focus is on the Highlander next to her. As long as he is with her, she feels safe and relaxed. "Sam, a second question. How do you manage to stay so professional for so long? Doesn't it get boring filming with the same actress?" Cait looks at the floor and rolls her tongue in annoyance. She tries to ignore the fact that she is talking to her husband-to-be. With a brief and nervous glance at his wife, he quickly looks back at the unpleasant interviewer to ease the situation a little. He smiles tightly.

"On the contrary. We know each other now and as I have said many times before. I know Cait and I know that something is wrong even without her telling me what is going on. Working with her is always entertaining and varied and anything but boring. Apart from that, I am proud of her because she is also a producer. She has come a long way!" He hugs her and is genuinely proud of his co-partner and wife. The interviewer looks a little absent-minded, not what she wanted to hear. If she expects Sam to push himself to the front, she will have to wait a long time. He is too proud of his Claire aka Cait. The Irish woman smiles at Sam almost forcedly and he swallows. He knows the look and knows that if he doesn't finish soon, Cait will go for the interviewer's throat. With a smile at Cait in turn, he glances at the pushy interviewer. "We have to move on," he said in a polite manner and was just about to turn around when the interviewer grabbed his arm. "I have a few more questions for-" she didn't get any further. Cait grabbed her arm and gave her a death glare that could have summoned demons. "Hands off, the interview is over," she hissed at her, making it clear with more pressure in her grip that she was not joking. The interviewer is taken aback and looks at Cait in shock, but nods silently. "I'm sorry!" she said quietly and intimidated.

"I'm not!" Cait replied, extremely pissed and almost forgetting to let go of her. Sam stepped in unnoticed to prevent anything worse from happening.

He carefully takes Cait by the arm. "Darling... let go please," he whispers to her very gently, regardless of whether anyone could hear what he was saying. Cait hesitates for a moment to make sure that this pushy woman doesn't do something like that again. With a fixed gaze, she walks away from her almost in slow motion and then wrapps her arm around Sam. The moment in which all this happened was seconds and shouldn't have been noticed. It's a shame that two people couldn't even do their work normally without being touched by strangers.

Sam walked a little further away with her and finally stopped. "Everything OK, mo Chridhe?" he whispered lovingly to her and pulled himself together not to kiss her, but came noticeably too close to her. She didn't care and briefly hid her face in his chest, agitated, to get some air. He grinned. "Someone's got their claws out, huh?" She looks up at him and grins cheekily. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to get us into trouble."

She immediately moved a little further away from him as people walked past her. "It's OK, my love...seeing you like this makes my blood boil," he joked with a hint of truth and made her smile. She raised an eyebrow and the Scotsman insisted on giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Let's keep going...there are probably a few shippers just waiting to talk about us..." they grinned and continued walking together.

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Can you please write a sc fic before, during, and after the tvline/sheknows photoshoot/ interview? Thank you. 😊

Yes I can and I will. I will write tomorrow when I have time. Will be lots of fun❤️👏🏻

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Does anybody know where the interview/fotoshoot she knows/ tvLine was? Need it for my FF. A city would be awesome

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I just started my new FF about the trailer moment in an interview, where Cait shows him...well you will see when I'm done🤭 BUT question...I also started a "Cait becomes/beeing sick FF, when Sam is super sweet and lovely and snuggly to her and comforts her while she is down and sick" I'm halfway through and all my Oneshots are a wee bit bigger as usually. (2000+words)