#but Kitt is the one who always has a finger on the pulse of how Josh is doing

[professorlegaspi]

We talk all about how Kitt is an unnecessary extra, but in actuality he is Josh’s best friend. They’re arguably closer than Celia and Maddie

[sablelab]

Santa Baby - Chapter 1

Picture source: @TwilightCougar1

DISCLAIMER: This nine part story is a Sam and Caitriona fanfic. This is a complete work of fiction and as such is an entirely fabricated tale created in my imagination.  I do not know the people in my story, nor do I proclaim to know anything about them whatsoever about their status or their life in general.  This is a complete fantasy story concocted from the Christmas song “Santa Baby” which was used as a prompt for my writing.

SYNOPSIS : Sam returns home after a whirlwind Outlander promotional tour to Australia and Japan and catches Caitriona singing in the shower.  She has visions of Sam dressing up as her “Santa Baby” for Christmas and everything that that might entail.   Based on the Christmas song “Santa Baby.” ENJOY!!!

CHAPTER 1

 Caitriona stood in the refreshing, cascading water of her shower loving the feel of the warm water running all over her body for she had planned to take a long, leisurely time in the bathroom to unwind and clear her mind.  It had been a long day and a hot shower would certainly relax her and help her sleep better tonight knowing that there was just one more night that she would have to sleep alone in their huge bed.   It had also been a busy week and she’d spent the last couple of days cooking up a feast of Christmas goodies in an effort to take her mind off missing Sam.  Whilst he’d been away, she had been Christmas shopping to her heart’s content in Glasgow and had spent a day in Edinburgh where she’d had lunch with Chrissie Heughan as well. Mentally Cait had ticked off all the names on her list and the presents were now waiting for her attention downstairs to be wrapped and placed under the Christmas tree.

Whenever she showered alone she loved to crank up the music and sing to her heart’s content and that was what Caitriona was doing now. Turning the hot water tap up a notch or two, she happily stretched her arms above her head; fingers intertwined as she sang at the top of her lungs while basking in the relaxing feel of the water caressing her body.

Santa Baby, just slip a sable under the tree, for me. Been an awful good girl, Santa baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight …

Tilting her head under the spray of water Cait wet her hair then following her normal shower routine, she dreamily savoured the hot water flowing down over her torso. She lathered her long tresses with her favourite shampoo rubbing the beautiful smelling liquid throughout her hair with gusto.  She had to get rid of the spices smell from cooking today somehow and washing her hair seemed the best way of doing so.  Caitriona stood in the shower stall and let the warm water wash away all of the shampoo and casually watched as the suds disappeared down the hole beneath her feet. She applied some conditioner then tossing her head back, rinsed the liquid from her locks before wiping the water from her eyes with her hands.

The wonderful sensation of the warm water rushing down her body from her head to toes in little rivers of warm droplets made her feel totally satiated. Experiencing a warm fuzzy feeling of contentment throughout her whole being Cait was reluctant to turn off the taps and exit the shower stall just yet.

Hmmmm? This is so nice … I could stay here forever … but will the hot water run out? I wonder how long that would take?  Perhaps I’ll just stay here until it does; she thought.

Squeezing some more shower gel onto the rough loofah she smiled as she stroked the sponge up and down each of her long, long legs. Sam really loved her legs, in fact it was the first thing he’d noticed when they had first met. Funny how guys always seemed to notice those things, but then again her legs were as long as a giraffe’s  and when she appeared on Conan’s television program, she’d told him the little tale about Sylvester Stallone and what he had said on seeing her …  “Who ordered the giraffe?” 

Cait laughed out loud remembering her answer … “I guess my shoes are coming off.” 

She was tall and most of the male actors in Hollywood were short, very short in fact and she towered over a lot of them. Sam however was different, he was taller than her and she fit snugly against him, but she had also been asked to remove her shoes when auditioning with him for the role of Claire Fraser and the rest they say is ... history.

Now though, she didn’t care about comments like those because the love of her life loved her legs that went on for days and the way his eyes would linger on them always made her feel so sexy and sinful. Maybe the thought of them wrapped around his body with her heels digging into his buttocks in the throes of passion was what always went through Sam’s mind, for it certainly went though hers. Caitriona gave a little sigh as an image popped into her head of that very scenario.

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She would normally have taken a long, luxurious bubble bath in their bathtub, and relished relaxing just soaking in the tub while whiling away the time, but when she started to fill the bath with hot water, all she could think of was her man and the many times they’d shared the huge bathtub together in their home. Coupled with the already lurid thoughts of her legs wrapped around Sam’s torso, more explicit thoughts of the two of them bathing together made her knees go to water and made her hands tremble as vivid memories of such times coursed throughout her mind. An audible sigh made her feelings of melancholy seem all the more prominent. 

I do so miss Sam. I wish he was here.

That is why Caitriona had decided to take a shower instead. She could steam up the bathroom with hot water condensation and sing karaoke with gusto to the sultry Eartha Kitt’s rendition of the Christmas song blasting from the stereo in the bathroom. Feeling rejuvenated standing under the invigorating stream of water, Cait contorted her naked body this way and that and it was not hard to imagine that the shampoo bottle was a microphone as she sang out the song at the top of her lungs. She loved karaoke but Sam didn’t, so Caitriona was relishing this alone time pretending to be a rock star like one of her favourites Deborah Harry from Blondie. She had already sung a couple of Christmas songs playing from the CD whilst in the shower, but Santa Baby resonated with her.

Santa baby, a fifty-four convertible too, Light blue. I’ll wait up for you dear, Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight … She just loved the sexy vibe and sensuous voice of Eartha Kitt and Cait imitated her whilst singing along with it.

Oooh … I wonder if Sam would dress up as Santa, she thought as the words resonated.

In her mind’s eye she was picturing him in the red suit and how cute he would look, but she was also picturing him taking it off one piece at a time. He would be such a wonderful naughty Santa. Caitriona could just see the mischievousness in his eyes as he very slowly removed those Santa pieces of clothing for her enjoyment.

“Oh my,” she sighed suddenly feeling a little flushed, as that very image popped into her head as well making her shiver all the way down to her toes. Placing her head back under the shower head she let the water drizzle down over her rosy face, trying to get her thoughts back on an even keel.  She rinsed the gel from her body and continued singing the next verse although it was difficult to dislodge an image that would just not go away.

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“I will miss you.” Sam’s softly spoken words pierced her heart for the feelings were mutual. “I’ll be back before you know it darling.”

“I know … it’s just that it’s so close to Christmas and I will worry about you so far away on the other side of the world.”

Suddenly Sam’s hands were cupping his love’s face and he was kissing her hard and with a quiet urgency that set her legs shaking and her pulse throbbing. Closing her eyes tightly to stop the hot tears from falling Caitriona kissed him back just as hungrily, choking back an unhappy sob deep in her throat. Of their own volition, the tears glistened in her eyes.

“Don’t cry honey. I hate to see you cry.”

“I can’t help it Sam.  Our superiors always seem to get their pound of flesh from us … and now so close to Christmas they want you to do this trip. It makes me mad.”

“I’ll phone every night without fail.  I love you Caitriona. I’ll be home for Christmas … I promise babe.”  

“I’ll hold you to that promise Sam Heughan.”

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Caitriona’s mind purred with amorous thoughts of her man at their parting words and a quiver of expectation tickled deep down in her tummy. He’d promised and she was going to hold him to it. It had been a very long two weeks without him and Sam wasn’t due back until tomorrow.  He’d been gone for nearly fourteen days on a whirlwind promotional tour to Australia and Japan, and she had fallen into a frenetic kind of existence while he’d been away to try and abate her sad feelings. Just thinking about Sam made tears suddenly moisten her eyes.  She’d already cried a bucket full of tears since he had left and she had no more to shed and besides it wouldn’t be too long until her man was back in her arms.  

Pull yourself together Balfe.  He’ll be home before you know it.

Closing her eyes, Cait leaned up against the tiled wall of the shower forcing the tears not to fall. She’d been having such a super time singing along to the Christmas CD and thoughts of their separation just seemed to make her feel melancholy when she was trying her best not to do so.  But … she missed Sam, missed him terribly. The sound of his voice always did funny things to her and she just had to close her eyes to hear his sexy tone. It was as if Sam was whispering in her ear, even now, standing under the shower with the sound of the water and music vibrating his voice was loud and clear in her head.  It only reinforced those times that they had showered together then made love as the water caressed their bodies in the throes of unbridled passion. It didn’t make it any easier on her though.  Caitriona missed Sam every minute of every day and just wanted him home for Christmas safe and sound.

 Even though he’d Face Timed and they had kept in touch by phone it was not the same.  The time difference was out of whack and she missed Sam’s warm, hard body next to hers at night. Curling up in their big bed to phone sex, although great, was not the real thing.  Cait wanted to feel Sam close and wrap her arms around his hot, virile torso, smell her man’s unique scent that teased her senses and snuggle beneath the covers and watch the snow softly fall outside the windows.  It was nearly Christmas and the weather in Scotland had been horrendous. It had been snowing nonstop and she just hoped that Sam would make it home before the snowfalls made the roads impassable.  But he would be back tomorrow … he’d said so … and she couldn’t wait. 

Yeah! … He’s getting home tomorrow.

Caitriona smiled at the thought. Home. No matter how many times she said it to herself, it still sent a thrill running down her spine. 

Sam’s coming home to me.

Right now, all she wanted in her life was her man home in one piece and to be able to give him a huge, long, lingering kiss underneath the mistletoe she had placed over the archway in the lounge room. 

Stop it Caitriona … she admonished to herself. If you keep this up you’ll never get through tonight let alone tomorrow waiting for Sam to return.  He will be home soon.  He’s coming home to you.  Heughan promised. Keep singing and that will take your mind off things.

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Cait sighed as the next words of the Christmas song resonated a little too close in her mind.

Think of all the fun I’ve missed, Think of all the fellas that I haven’t kissed, Next year I could be just as good, If you’ll check off my Christmas list …

There was only one boy she hadn’t kissed and only one that she wanted to kiss and he wasn’t here. Since Sam had been away in the Southern Hemisphere she’d been on a mission to keep busy. Their home was spotless and decorated with festive ornaments around the house, she’d also put up a huge native Scots Pine tree in the lounge room but it was not decorated yet, because Caitriona wanted to do it together with Sam when he returned home tomorrow.  Eddie had seen the Christmas baubles that she had bought and she’d had to put them out of reach from her inquisitive little feline for fear she would break the delicate ornaments, knock over the tree or god forbid, get herself tangled up in the Christmas lights.  Cait had missed the fun of doing these things with Sam, but so too had he … but of all the things that ran through her mind, Caitriona missed his kisses that could put butterflies in her stomach most of all.

One more day and he’ll be home.

Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

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Turning off the now tepid water, Caitriona stepped out of the shower stall onto the plush bathmat, then grabbing a towel from the nearby towel rack, wound it around her wet hair, twisting it up into an improvised turban.  Taking another soft bath towel she wrapped it around her dripping naked body tucking the ends between her breasts. Wiping the steam from the bathroom mirror she peered at her face, to see if her eyes were still red from crying, then reaching down Cait opened the drawer on the vanity where she kept her hair dryer.  Taking it out, she plugged it into the electricity port.  Next she unwrapped the slightly soaked turban from her head, rubbed her tresses vigorously with the towel before finally placing it into the bathroom laundry basket. Caitriona then took out her brush to untangle her wet hair and once satisfied with the results leaned forward ready to dry her tresses as another verse echoed from the CD player.

Santa baby, I wanna yacht,  And really that’s not a lot, Been an angel all year, Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight …

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