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nocturnalazure · 11 days ago
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inkdrinkerworld · 5 months ago
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cw: friends to lovers, cowboy!james, innkeeper!reader, pet names, fluff, scene setting really
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“Please Jamie? I just need a couple pounds of butter.” You bat your eyes at him, all sweet and innocent but James knows you.
“If I give you what I have left I won’t have any to sell in the market this weekend.” He’s trying to stand firm. He really really is.
For all your sweetness and innocence, you’re like a viper to James’ strength of will.
“I’ll pay you more than the market.” You’ll definitely try, but James can never charge you full price.
“I’m sorry, darling. Go to Malloy, he sells butter too.”
You wrinkle your nose. “No one sells butter that’s as good as yours, Jamie.” You’re trying as hard as you can, James seems unmoved. So you up the ante. “I’ll bring you one of the pound cakes on top of payment.”
James falters a bit then. You bake the best in the entire town. At your inn, The Secret Garden, that’s one of the best reviews after the impeccable mattresses. You also know James has the softest, sweetest spot for pound cake- especially the blood orange pound cake you make.
He groans and you squeal, your boots clicking on the cobble. James gestures for you to come into his house.
“You’re so fucking evil.” he mumbles, reaching into his second fridge and handing you three pounds of butter. You take a quick peek and find his fridge stocked with pre packaged butter wrapped pretty in parchment, cheese in there too. There’s even milk. James is the best damn dairy farmer this town has ever seen and it’s a wonder how he ever has enough butter.
“You are an angel, James Potter.” you wrap your arms around his neck, and James’ hands automatically wrap around your back.
He’s big and warm, smells like leather and blood oranges and for all his muscles James is surprisingly soft.
James can’t fight the smile on his lips when you let go of him. You really are sweet. “You’re lucky I made more butter today.”
You gasp, not at all surprised. “You playing hard ball with me, Jamie?”
He nods, setting his hat on the counter. “Maybe I wanted a pound cake for free.” he teases but James would never take anything from you without paying you no matter how much you try to get him to. He doesn’t really care that you’re friends, he’s paying you for everything.
“You’re losing angel status, Potter. I gotta go, gotta bake for breakfast tomorrow and for the market this weekend.”
“See ya’, darling.”
James spots you while you’re closing up your booth at the market and hands off the empty crates he was hauling to his friends, Sirius and Remus.
He jogs over to you, and places his hands on your shoulders. You startle and almost swing a punch at him but he catches your fist.
“Okay Rocky,” he chuckles when you put your hand to your chest, breathing heavily like you’d just run a mile.
“You scared me, James! How don’t you make noise when you walk?”
James rolls his eyes, taking your crates from you. You move to packing bags.
“I make lots of noise, you’re just in your head.” He says, you shrug with a smile.
“Did they buy all of your butter?” you ask as you start walking towards your truck, James close behind.
“And the milk and the cheese.” You roll your eyes at his cocky tone.
You know James better than most here. You went to school together, you used to ranch with him when you were younger and when his mom and dad still owned the ranch.
Then you’d both had to grow up, you going to business school and James having to take over the ranch after his mom and dad had gotten sick.
You’d come back for the funeral and been there when James couldn’t get out of bed to deal with the ranch and all the shit that came with that and stayed till he got better and could do it himself.
Then James helped you with the construction of The Secret Garden, your inn that became your baby.
All this to say is, you know James Potter and he’s not as cocky as he pretends to be.
Sure he’s any woman’s dream. With his inky curls always peeking out under his hat, his muscle tees that show off tan, muscled arms, his pretty brown eyes that remind you so much of browned butter and his fucking dimples.
But James is a sweetheart.
“I told you about that tone, Jamie. Makes you sound too sure of yourself.”
James only chuckles, placing the crates in your tray and the rest of your stuff.
“I’m sorry weren’t you telling me the other day that my butter’s the best?”
You wave him off, laughing as you open the back door.
“Do I give you your loaf now or at family dinner tonight?”
James smiles, this is the one routine you and James still have from when you were kids. You go over on Sunday night for family dinner and then you go to the inn and try to get to sleep before your three am alarm.
“I just spent all day in the hot sun and you’re gonna deprive me? You’re cruel, darling.”
You laugh, handing him the loaf and then reaching in your cooler for a bottle of water. “Here Jamie.”
James’ mouth is already stained pink with the icing from your cake. Crumbs clinging to his shirt and chin.
“James! Have some dignity.” your words are broken up with your laugh, James smiles when you hand him the open water bottle.
“Thanks, darling.” Half the loaf cake is gone, and James guzzles the water like he’s been dying of thirst the whole day.
You watch James drink, aware that you’ve been staring a little longer than necessary and James knows it too because he winks at you.
“What are we having for dinner, James?”
James smiles, “Beef, you wanted that last time when we had chicken.”
You smile, giddy as ever. If it’s one thing James can do is roast beef; it’s always tender and perfect.
“Do you need me to come over early and do the potatoes? With the rosemary and thyme?” James nods, breaking off another little bite of the cake.
“Meet me there in an hour? I know you gotta do dinner at the inn.”
You shake your head, “I got Mary doing dinner tonight, and I wanna check on Snowglobe.”
James’ hand falls over his heart, a look of mock offense on his face. “Do you not believe me when I tell you he’s okay?”
You roll your eyes, “Can’t I want to take my best boy for a little leg stretch?”
James grumbles, “Best boy? Snowglobe took two years to train when we were kids.”
You smile as you remember all the days you’d sleep in James’ room complaining about how Snowglobe hated you and would never warm up to you.
“And now he’s the best horse a girl could have.You’re just jealous Jamie.”
He says nothing, just takes his loaf cake and presses a kiss to your forehead.
“I’ll follow behind you. Try not to drive like you’re on a race track, yeah?” You nod, getting into your truck and letting James close the door for you.
You don’t listen to James’ words and speed towards his ranch, foot to the pedal even as you swing into the grocery for chocolate for dessert- lest you and James pass away without a sweet treat after dinner.
At his place, in the Big House, you and James work side by side prepping dinner. He seasons the beef, you season the potatoes and put them to roast and then start on a chocolate cake.
It’s not a fancy one, but it’s occasion enough for a chocolate cake.
“How long till everything is finished?” Sirius asks, hat on his chest as he walks in holding a six pack.
“About an hour.” You and James say at the same time. Remus rolls his eyes as he steps in behind his boyfriend.
“I got your fruit, you didn’t stop by.” He holds out three bowls of cut fruit and you smile.
“Thanks Rem, I swear everyone came for bread today! I sold out of it so fast I really contemplated going back to the inn and baking more.”
The boys hum, smiling when James opens a beer and slides it to you. You take it with a nod and a smile. Quickly, you uncover the bowl of watermelon, taking a few pieces and smiling at the sweetness.
“It’s cos it’s fucking amazing bread. Lasts the whole fucking week too.” A compliment from Sirius is always genuine- as long as you’d known him, about two years, you can count on one hand how many sweet words the man says.
Conversation lulls, James talks about his plans for the week, Sirius talks about how there’s too many people trying to build big condos in your town- he’s in real estate and Remus talks of how much simpler life had gotten since he’d started raising chickens again.
You shoot out of your seat, James watches you curiously. You pull the cake from the oven and turn to all three of them stern as can be, “Those potatoes have ten minutes. I’m going to see my horse, do not let them burn.”
You rush out of the Big House without another word, boots clicking against the wooden floors and then crunching on the gravel path as you make your way to the stables.
“Snowglobe, baby.” You call, passing each stall till you find your baby’s.
Snowglobe is an old boy, almost twenty four, but he’s always been perfect. He’s all white, a pretty shiny sort of white on his coat that makes him look like fresh fallen snow. Hence his name.
He raises his head as he sees you, tail flicking as you reach a hand into his stall.
“I missed you, old boy.” You kiss his nose, stepping into the stall and getting a brush. You’re sure the farm hands James hired keep him well groomed, but he likes a bit of pampering and he deserves it too.
You brush through his mane, talking to him and sneaking a couple apples to him.
There’s a knock on the stable doors and you startle, you hear James’ deep chuckle before you see him. “Dinner’s ready,”
You kiss Snowglobe on his nose again. “I’ll come by tomorrow and we’ll go riding, baby.”
James rolls his eyes when Snowglobe puts his face on your shoulder, stopping you from moving.
You grin wide, “I promise, old boy. We’ll go riding all evening.”
Snowglobe seems pleased because he lifts his head and lets you go.
“He’s as clingy as you are,” James says as you walk out beside him.
“He’s not clingy! He’s the best and I don’t come see him nearly enough.”
James scoffs, “The four times a week you ride him up and down the ranch isn’t enough?” He bumps your hips with his.
You shrug your shoulders with a smile, “He likes the exercise and your boys still saddle him. He doesn’t like it.”
James is well aware, Snowglobe tosses saddles off him if he’s feeling particularly annoyed with the weight of them some days.
James pushes open the door to the Big House. You walk past him, taking your seat on the table and groaning.
“This is gonna be fucking great.” Sirius laughs at your swear, and loads up your plate- roast potatoes, roast beef and salad.
By the time you’re all finished dinner, you and James have had two slices of cake each and you’re both sprawled on his sofa.
Remus is laying on Sirius with his hat on his stomach and Sirius’ is pulled low on his face.
“I gotta get going,” you say, breaking the silence. Your words are groggy, sleep close in your reaches the longer you lay beside James.
James sits up, “What time is your alarm?”
“Three thirty.”
James tries pulling you down beside him, but you don’t budge. “I’ll drop you back in the morning.”
You huff, a little amused. “What time do you usually wake up, James?”
“Four. I gotta check the fences though, so three thirty ain’t bad.”
There’s no use arguing with him, and you don’t really want to. He stretches out on the sofa,
Sirius and Remus are out cold, James doesn’t even move them. He just throws a blanket over them.
“C’mon, the guest room is always ready for you.” James sounds just as tired as you feel, his eyes look a little glassy too.
“Thanks Jamie,” you push open the door and smell the lavender spray you use at night strong as if you’d just sprayed it.
“Course darling, your blanket’s there too. Come get me when your alarm goes off, yeah?” James kisses your forehead, you smile.
“Yeah Jamie. Go get some sleep.”
You climb under your blankets, grinning when you smell the linen detergent James uses. Sleep comes quick, your eyes heavier than they’ve been all day now that you’re laying down.
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Someone is shaking your shoulder and you don’t like it.
“Stop,” you groan, pushing the hand off you and pulling your blanket over your head.
“Darling it’s nearly three thirty. Come get some coffee.”
You groan, twisting in protest under the covers. “No. I’ll be down at three thirty.”
James rolls his eyes. “Don’t make me use advanced waking up tactics.”
Your head pops out of the covers, hair a little messed up. “You are not tugging this cover off me James. I swear to god.”
James smiles, “You’re so pleasant in the morning. C’mon, we’ll have coffee and one of those breakfast sandwiches and I’ll drop you off.”
The grumble you let out makes James laugh some more.
“Give me five minutes.” James nods, leaving the room and letting you go about your morning routine.
You find James pulling two sandwiches from his oven, setting yours on a plate and biting into his immediately.
“Thanks Jamie, where’s my coffee?”
James tilts his head to the pot, your favourite cup sitting right beside it.
“Your creamer’s in the fridge.”
You frown, “Where did you get sugar free creme brûlée creamer in the middle of summer?”
James shrugs, “Not telling. But it’s there.” James takes a sip of his own coffee, black with just a touch of sugar. “It’s turkey in the sandwich too.”
You smile, fixing your cup and then shuffling towards James to kiss his cheek.
“You’re cute, thank you Jamie.”
His cheeks redden without meaning too. “Eat so we can go darling. You got scones to bake and what is it today? Eggs and bacon with toasted sourdough?”
You nod, biting into your sandwich. “Yeah and I gotta do cookies today, want me to bring any over?”
James frowns, “Today?” You nod, taking the last bite of your sandwich and finishing off your coffee.
“Taking Snowglobe out after I finish up dinner at the inn.”
James rolls his eyes playfully. Since the moment Snowglobe stopped fighting you, the pair of you had been inseparable. “Yeah, you can bring a couple. Make sure and eat lunch.”
“Left overs?” Your eyes are wide and hopeful as you look at James. He feels his chest constrict a little.
He opens the fridge and pulls out a bowl, “Got everything here for you.”
“Angel status has been restored Jamie,” James grins, dimples poking out. Truly, he’d never been worried, you’re never actually upset with him ever. Angel status is always applied, but he can’t deny the way it makes him feel when you tell him that it is.
“You’re so gracious!” James bows, making you giggle and slap his shoulder. “Ready?” He asks as he rights himself. James opens the fridge again, pulling out the bowls of fruit Remus had brought over and setting them on your lunch.
“Ready, Jamie.”
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meditating-honey-badger · 2 years ago
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Another Wednesday, another WIP. This one is from a short story I'm working on for my @tarlosmonthlyprompts BINGO card.
“Do you want to watch another episode?” TK asked as Carlos reached for the remote.
“TK, we’ve already watched three, and I’m tired. Let’s go to bed and we can watch some more tomorrow.”
“Just one more? I need to find out if she goes back!”
“You just want to see Jamie without his shirt on!”
“And you don’t? Please.”
“You know Lord John is more my type.”
TK rolled his eyes, and Carlos sighed deeply. TK had discovered the show Outlander on Netflix and gotten instantly hooked on the historical drama/time travel fantasy show. As with all of TK’s obsessions, he dragged Carlos along with him for the ride.
It could have been worse, as far as TK’s obsessions went. The story was compelling, the characters interesting. Plus, there were hot men in kilts. Hot shirtless men in kilts. It was hard for Carlos to find fault with any of it.
It was just that TK was obsessed with one of the main characters — the constantly traumatized Jamie Fraser, who also happened to be played by a tall, muscular, ginger-haired Scotsman. He was hot; there was no doubt about that, but Carlos had to admit he was a little jealous of the way TK looked at the man when he was wearing a kilt.
Which was absolutely ridiculous, Carlos knew. He was a TV show character; there was no actual threat to their relationship. But after watching thirty two episodes, Carlos couldn’t help but wonder how he stacked up against the charming man from the eighteenth century.
“Are you getting jealous again?” TK teased.
“What? No! Why would I be jealous of a fictional character?”
TK smiled smugly and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. You tell me.”
Carlos grabbed the pillow he’d been leaning on and smacked TK in the chest with it. “You’re ridiculous,” he said, though he could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
TK dropped the pillow in Carlos’s lap and stood, stretching so his t-shirt lifted up, giving Carlos a quick peek of his abs. “You know, if you’re wondering what Jamie has that you don’t, the answer lies in your choice of clothes for your bottom half.”
Carlos snorted. “It’s not exactly a choice that I wear pants instead of a kilt. There aren’t very many kilt-wearing Mexicans running around Texas.”
“Maybe there should be.”
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quindolyn · 3 years ago
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Can you please write more sub James. I thrive off that sh*t
All Dressed Up || James Potter
A/N: I haven't been feeling inspired to write but James in lingerie seemed to get my brain working so I literally wrote this and then scoured my inbox for a request that wastage enough to fit. I like this piece and I hope you guys enjoy it, I'm feeling motivated right now so you might even get something else today or tomorrow.
Warnings: jamie in lingerie, sub!James, dom!reader, fem!reader, some bimbofication, teasing, praise, degradation; names like whore and slut but not too much of it, allusion to pegging at the end and I think that's it, all acts are consensual and there is a safe word in place
Word Count: 2870
“Close your eyes,” You giggle, placing your hands over James’ as you direct them over his shining hazel optics. Perched atop the hard planes of his thighs you make sure his fingers are held tightly together, lest he try to peek before you permit him to look.
“They’re closed, they’re closed,” He chuckles, a grin playing at his lips, slightly chapped but almost impossibly pink.
“Good,” You smile, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose, “Keep being a good boy and you’ll get your present.”
It’s almost funny how drastic of an effect your words have on him in such a short amount of time, so close to him you can hear as his breathing becomes shallower, he stiffens under you in anticipation. You can’t help but smile as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, you love that you can do that to him.
“Do you think you can do that for me, pretty boy?” Your voice drops to a whisper as you lean forward so that your lips graze the shell of his ear, James tries to suppress a shiver but he is wildly unsuccessful.
“Yes, Mommy.”
You coo at his good manners, pride swelling in your chest as you gently push yourself off his lap so that you can pull a bag out from underneath the bed.
The previous weekend you and Sirius had visited Hogsmeade together, your friends are aware of the dynamic between you and James in the bedroom, Sirius especially never misses out on an opportunity to tease James, though it's always in good fun, especially when Remus reminds him just what will happen if he’s not nice to Jamesie.
You were in a store specializing in intimates, needing a few new bras as your current ones were starting to feel a bit snug when Sirius had stumbled upon the men’s lingerie. When you’d glimpsed the rows of lace, satin, and silk coming in all different colors and in all different cuts you hadn’t been able to resist.
Glancing into the bag you find yourself eternally grateful that you’d made your purchases as the excitement surrounding the idea of James in lingerie is multiplied by ten fold with him so near.
Directing your eyes back toward James you consider letting him just sit there, anticipation thrumming in his veins as the idea of him so needy for you and not being able to do anything about it always holds a certain appeal.
Your wanting to see him dressed up over rules your desire to torture him as you pull a black lace thong from the discreet bag before setting it on the floor and sitting back down on the bed, mindlessly playing with the miniscule fabric of the thong.
“You can open your eyes now baby,” You command, eyes glued to his face, wanting to see the moment it dawned on him what you have in your hands.
“W-What’s that Mommy?” He asks, gesturing to the thong in your hands.
“What do you think it is Jamesie?” Merlin, he’s adorable when he’s confused.
He pushes his glass up further on his nose as he cocks his head to the side, “Looks like a thong Mommy,” His eyes fly up to your face, a hopeful look in his eyes, “Do I get to see my Mommy in lingerie?”
“Not quite pretty boy,” His face falls at your words but he does his best to conceal his disappointment, “This is for you, s not fair I put on lingerie and don’t buy it for you too, it’s so mean of me to leave you out and I thought it was time I rectified that.”
James’ mouth drops into the most adorable little “o” shape as realization dawns upon him, he gulps before finding his words to speak, “S for me?”
His eyes are wide behind the frames of his glasses, as much as you like him in them you don’t want them getting in the way, sitting back on your heels you lean forward so you can slide them from his face and abandon them on the nightstand.
“Yeah baby s for you, you wanna stand up so we can get you into your thong for me?”
His response is immediate as he pushes himself off of the bed, nodding his head and already moving to pull his shirt off over it.
You’re extremely pleased by his reaction to your proposal, you and he had briefly discussed James in lingerie but had never given it serious consideration. You find yourself regretting putting it off for this long.
“Ah ah ah Jamesie,” Said boy’s eyes fly up to your face, a slightly panicked look in them, “Did I say you could take your shirt off by yourself?”
“No Mommy,” He admits bashfully, his hands falling from the hem of his shirt and to his sides.
“That’s right, because pretty babies needn’t trouble themselves with taking off their clothes, Mommy’s here to do it for you. Do you want Mommy to take off your shirt bubba?”
You too have pushed off of the bed and are close enough to slip your hand under his jaw, directing his gaze from the floor to your face as you pose your question to him. The soft look in your eyes tells him he’s not in trouble for acting without permission and he softens under your touch.
“Please,” He whimpers, he’s absolutely oozing desperation and you’re drinking it all up, every last drop.
Using your grip on his jaw you guide James’ face down to yours, your lips are so close that his breath is fanning across your face but you make no move to connect your lips as you’re rather enjoying watching James so needy for you.
“Mommy,” He whines, “Please, need your lips.”
“You need them baby?”
His head nods in your hold and he juts out his bottom lip, he’s the picture of desperation and Godric is it a good look on him.
You lean forward ever so slightly, allowing your lips to brush against his, in his need for you James pushes forward, trying desperately to meet yours but you’re quick to pull his face back so that your lips are simply brushing.
“Needy little thing,” You muse, allowing your gaze to drop from James’ face, you take your time to admire his body, slowly dragging your eyes back up to meet his.
Before he can beg again you’re surging forward, attaching your lips to his, your other hand flies to cup James’ jaw too so you have complete control over him and his movements. Your skin tingles under the thin material of your t-shirt as his hands gravitate towards your waist, pulling you as close to him as he can manage without breaking the kiss.
Your lips work fervently against his and he doesn’t even make an effort to match your aggression, instead just taking what you give him, absorbing every flick of your tongue and nip of your teeth.
Eventually your hands leave his jaw, instead finding where the hem of his shirt rests against the hard planes of his stomach, you make quick work of the shirt as you pull the soft cotton over his head, pulling your lips from his for just a moment in order to rid him of his clothing. That mere moment proves too much for James as he lets out the most pathetic whine.
His whining only intensifies when instead of meeting his lips again you step out of his grasp to survey him. Allowing your eyes to sweep over his newly bared chest your mouth salivates at his muscle shifting under his beautiful skin.
Moving towards him your hands find the button of his jeans, making quick work of it and the following zipper while you let your teeth graze over the hard bud of his nipple. The guttural moan he releases at the stimulation reminds you that you love his nipples almost as much as he loves yours.
Hooking your fingers on both his jeans and boxers you pull them down in one fell swoop, sinking to your knees with the offending fabrics you have an optimal view of James’ cock as it bounces against his hip. He already seems to be hard and his pretty, swollen head is already leaking precum.
You help him step out of his clothes, he follows your instructions obediently all the while his head is craned downwards so that he can keep his eyes on you. The gentle touches of your hands against his calves have him buckling at the knees.
“Do you like how I look on my knees baby?” You ask, looking up at him through your lashes before gently kissing the inside of his thigh
“Y-yes Mommy,” He stutters out.
“Don’t get used to it,” Sternness seeps into your voice as you deliver a harsh slap to the inside of his thigh, the same spot where just moments earlier your lips had been tenderly pressed against his skin as you reach for the lace thong.
Helping James step into the lacy garment you smirk as you tease him, your fingertips brushing against his soft skin as you slowly slip the thong up his legs, taking a sick sort of pleasure in the way he squirms, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
A pleased smile graces your lips as you pull the garment up to rest on James’ hips, you’d guessed at his size but as your eyes survey him there’s no denying how well it fits him.
Not even bothering to spare him a glance upwards you let your palms smooth across the tops of his thighs, a thin dusting of hair along his smooth skin, as your eyes remain glued to his cock, straining against the lacy fabric.
“So pretty,” Your murmur, letting your palms venture up his thighs, dancing dangerously close to his aching cock but never quite touching him where he so desperately needs you.
“Turn around for me,” You instruct, tapping his hip.
On shaky legs James manages to turn so that you have a view of his ass, on full display for you thanks to the minsiculity of the thong.
A wicked smile stretches across your lips as you lift your hands to shamelessly grope his ass, fingers melding into the supple flesh as you knead it beneath your palms.
“So firm,” You praise absentmindedly, removing your hands so you can admire the red tint to his ass after your ministrations on it. You’re certain that if you could see James’ face a similar red tint would be adorning his other set of cheeks.
“Godric thank the lad who invented Quidditch,” You murmur against his skin as your lips find his hip, trailing soft, delicate kisses down his skin, following the curve of his bum while your hand continues to grope the other cheek.
“Thank you Mommy,” He manages breathlessly, doing his best to not fall to his knees right with you as your touch turns his legs to absolute mush.
After thoroughly ravishing his bum and upper thighs with kisses you push yourself to your feet, giving him a quick slap on his bottom before ordering him to lie on the bed.
As he scrambles to obey your order you keep your eyes fixed on his form while your fingers reach for the hem of your shirt, making quick work of it as you pull it off over your head and abandon it on the floor.
James’ eyes immediately fix on your chest, breasts supported by a white lace bra, the way he’s looking at you though, you’d think you were completely naked.
“See something you like, pretty boy?” The flexing of his thighs does not go unnoticed by you, no doubt because of your teasing tone.
He simply nods in response, not being able to formulate the words to respond to you.
“Poor baby,” You coo, climbing onto the bed so that you’re once again straddling James, only now you sit lower on his legs, more on his upper shins than thighs, “Already too dumb to use your words?”
With one hand planted on the bed to support you as you lean forward the other grabs James’ chin, forcing him to meet your eyes.
Any hope James had of summoning the ability to speak dissipates at your show of dominance. The haze that had already begun to cloud his mind only intensifying as he becomes acutely aware of all the places where your body touches his, the way your breasts hang from your chest, so close that he could lift his hand to feel them, play with them.
“Poor dumb baby,” You mewl, your hand leaving his chin, sliding down the smooth skin of his chest and abdomen before settling on his prominent bulge. Without preamble you cup his cock in your hand, the only thing separating the two being the black lace that he looks so pretty in.
His back arches off the bed at your touch, thrusting his hips up into your hand he puts on quite the show, always a good, eager slut.
“Mommy!”
“Oh, so now you can speak?” You taunt, face mere inches from his.
All you’re met with in response is an admittedly adorable, if not pathetic, whine as James squeezes his eyes closed and tries to still his wriggling hips. Your hand continues to palm at his crotch, never once letting up on your movements as he writhes underneath you, completely consumed by the pleasure you bring him.
You love how he looks below you; useless, needy, a perfect little slut. Him beneath you never fails to get you wet, your wetness pooling in your panties as a warmth settles low into your stomach.
“Feels so good Mommy, need your hand, need it!”
“You’ve already got it baby, isn’t that what I’m giving you right now?”
His eyes fly open, looking down between your two bodies as if to check if your words are true, when he finds that they indeed are they come back up to you, desperation and lust swimming in his hazy optics.
“S not enough,” He cries, his back again flying off the mattress, “S not enough Mommy, need more, need more.” He keeps repeating the words over and over again like a prayer he’s desperate to have answered.
To silence him you drop onto your forearm, your lips meeting his, swallowing his moans, his pleads, his whines, all the while your hand still palms away at his cock.
Large hands find your body, but so ravaged by lust they roam as though lost, over your hips, your waist, briefly skittering over your bum, not quite sure where to land. As though echoing his earlier words nonverbally, needing all of you, but nothing quite seeming to be enough.
If he wasn’t so entrenched in your body, in the way you’re making him feel, perhaps he would’ve noticed the tell tale warning signs that he was approaching his orgasm. Perhaps he would’ve had time to beg to cum, to promise to be a good boy for you so long as you grant him release.
Instead it washes over him all too suddenly, catching him off guard as he thrusts up into your hand once more, cumming all over himself, the thong, and your hand.
More wetness pools in your pussy as you feel James twitch beneath you as he rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm, his prick sensitive under your touch.
“M-Mommy,” He whimpers as he starts to come back after his orgasm, “Mommy s’too much.”
His hips try to squirm away from you as you ignore his words, continuing to grope his cock through the now ruined material of the thong you’d bought for him.
“Mommy please!”
“I don’t remember giving you permission to cum Jamesie,” You speak against the soft skin along his collar bone, your tone of voice causes a shiver to race down his spine.
“I’m sorry Mommy,” He whimpers uselessly, “I’m sorry.”
“And not only did you cum without permission,” You say, ignoring his apologies, “But you came in your panties like a little whore, didn’t realize you were that much of a useless slut, ruining your new clothes.”
“Didn’t mean to Mommy, just felt so good,” His voice is a strained whine and only serves to deepen your arousal, sending a shiver down your spine and directly to your pussy.
“If my touch feels so good then why are you trying to get away from me, slut?” James’ hips are indeed still trying to evade your grasp, rather uselessly, but he doesn’t seem to be deterred, still writhing underneath you.
“S’too much!” He cries out, contradicting his statement as he bucks up into your hand.
“Aw, is it too much for you Jamie? Can’t take it?” Your words are dripping with a sick sort of amusement, a sneer adorning your lips.
You lean down so that your lips are grazing his ear, your breath fanning across the side of his face, he shivers at your proximity and you can’t help but love the effect you have on him.
“If you can’t take this, how do you expect to take my strap?”
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Something in the Rain - “A Month Apart, Part 1”
A/N: Hi everyone, thank you for your patience as I whipped out this chapter. I had the initial outline on how this chapter will go but more frequent than none, it changes a lot in the middle while I'm in the writing process. :) I love this story and I hope it just gives you the good feels while reading this. We're two years into this pandemic and the world is still crazy. I hope you're keeping safe and being kind to yourself. :) As always, your comments and suggestions are very much welcome.
A modern day meet cute instance between Jamie and Claire.
AO3  / C1: A Day In June : C2: Definitely, Maybe : C3: So We Meet Again : C4: Friday Lunch : C5: Finding Solid Ground : C6: Situations : C7: Interruptions
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After their first date, their schedule for the following two weeks we’re packed - with Jamie settling back in the firm after his 2-week trip from London and Claire’s schedule at the hospital and preparing for her trip to Seattle.
Being a lawyer and a doctor weren’t the most flexible jobs - with patients and clients to attend to, surgeries and hearings to prepare for, plus, with both of them in administrative positions, it is additional work on top of their normal duties. But Claire and Jamie were determined to make it work, so they decided to communicate better, be extra patient and understanding, and really commit whatever available time they had.
The first week, Jamie couldn’t make lunch as he had a court hearing to prepare for and Claire couldn’t make dinner as she was on the night shift. So Jamie, one day, surprised Claire outside the hospital by picking her up, invited her to quick breakfast dates instead, and dropping her off at her house to make sure she got home safe.
The second week was a bit lighter but with Claire going to Seattle on Saturday, she had to do extra administrative work to make sure everything was set for her leave. She offered to have dinner takeaways at her office in the evenings which he happily accepted.
The night before her flight, Claire and Jamie were hanging out in her office, sitting at the sofa, admiring the Edinburgh skyline with a little wine and cheese tray.
“I’m sorry we couldn’t go out” Claire apologized.
“Don’t worry about it, Sassenach.” Jamie turned to Claire and patted her hand. “I honestly would prefer to do anything if it means I get to spend time with you - whether sitting here in your office on a Friday night or sitting in the gallery watching your surgery.”
“You’re too good to me, James” Claire quipped in a feigned dramatic voice.
“Ah, you give me too much credit, Claire. I hope you know that you make an effort too, especially these past two weeks”
“Me? It feels like you’re fitting more to my schedule than I am yours!”
“But you met me during breakfast even though you looked too knackered from yer shift.”
Claire couldn’t deny that and she could just smile with Jamie’s understanding.
“Are you all packed up for tomorrow?” Jamie asked, changing the subject.
“Yes. The weather’s mostly rainy in Seattle so I brought extra items for the wet and cold.”
“And what’s your schedule for the month?”
“Have I not sent you my itinerary? Hold up -” Claire took out her phone and quickly sent an email to Jamie. “There, I sent you my schedule but between teaching and surgery, my time’s the same as here just minus the administrative work, which I tell you not, I’m pretty excited to be free of it for the next month”
Jamie just nodded. The next month.
It’s all rather bad timing if you look at it. The first month, they’ve been rather inseparable with going to lunches almost everyday and weekends at the center. The following month, quick dates and meetings as Jamie was away at London and their crazy schedule at the hospital and the firm. And now, going into the third month since meeting, they’d be completely separated by roughly 4,485 miles.
“Did you hear what I said, Jamie?” Claire asked while waving a hand in front of Jamie’s face.
“I’m sorry, what?” Returning to the present, unaware that his mind has gone away a bit.
Claire gave him a softened look and sat closer to him. “What were you thinking?”
Jamie stayed silent but Claire’s look urged him on.
“Nah, ye’ll think me daft” Jamie said but Claire shook her head.
“Fine” Jamie stretched his arm to pull her closer and she gladly leaned on his shoulder. “I was just thinking about how I’ll not be able to see ye for a month, how much I’ll be missing ye, and how excited I am once ye return here.”
“Oh,” Claire knew the feelings were simple but it’s his words and the way he said it that touched her most.
“I told ye it’s daft.”
“It’s not daft.” Claire tried to mimic Jamie’s accent but they both just have to laugh at her attempt. Turning serious quickly, she took Jamie’s face by the hand and looked deeply into his eyes. “You know that I am going to miss you too.”
Jamie just nodded in agreement, looking at Claire so sweetly and lovingly that she couldn’t help but lean in for a kiss.
Since their first kiss after their date, they hadn’t been shy in showing affection to each other. Nonetheless, it’s all been very respectful to the boundaries to whatever stage they are in their relationship. Hand touches, hugs, pecks and kisses here and there but never really beyond that.
But with her impending departure, Claire seemed to be eager for more. Instead of completely pulling away, she kissed him again some more.
Jamie quickly picked up the signal and allowed himself to pull Claire closer and to his lap. A few minutes later, Claire felt Jamie’s tongue on her lips asking for entrance which she happily obliged. The air around them was electric.
Jamie was first to pull away before the moment got away from them. Claire sighed - not from disappointment, but by the fact of how chivalrous Jamie really is. And she doesn’t really mind it one bit. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
The following day, Jamie picked up Claire to drop her off at the airport. They thought they had time for a quick bite but traffic was so horrendous that they got to the gate just in time before boarding began.
With barely any time left, Jamie pulled Claire to a tight hug as the PA system called her flight. “Go, you’ll miss your plane”
Claire reluctantly released Jamie with a grunt. “Let’s go somewhere when I return”
“Sounds like a plan” Jamie tried to hide the longing in his voice but it was too late.
“The month will be over before you know it, okay? Message me everyday, call me every afternoon when you can” Claire encouraged him. With one last kiss, they bade each other goodbye as she started walking to her gate and Jamie was no longer in sight.  
As Claire waited for take off, the silence of a constant message ping on her phone slightly unsettled her. It was then she realized the vast distance between Seattle and Edinburgh. A single tear escaped but she quickly pulled it together. She’s not even gone yet but homesickness hit her right away.
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So the four-week long distance trial began.
The 8-hour time difference is not too crazy between Seattle and Edinburgh with their available times falling at the start and end of the day. They’ve been coping well with their synced calendars and communication options.
Jamie sends flowers and snacks to Seattle Grace, earning Claire points from the staff for all the treats she’s been giving away.
Claire, on her end, sends late messages to Jamie to wake up to in the morning and asks Mrs. Kim’s Korean Street Food Hub to delivery chicken wings to Jamie every so often.
They’ve also reserved some time on the weekend for extended calls with conversations falling from happenings to their week to what hairstyles and colors they’ve done in the past.
It wasn’t till late in the 3rd week that things started to shake up.
It was a random Thursday evening in rainy Seattle. Between two surgeries and one class, Claire was ready to call it a day. She was settling on her sofa, drinking her tea for a little night cap when her phone pinged. It was 9:30PM Seattle meaning it was 5:30AM Edinburgh, too early for anybody to contact her over there unless it was important.
Grabbing her phone, her notifications show it was from Geillis. It was a link to a tabloid along with a message “HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?”
With the link, she can see the preview of the title “Jamie Fraser is off the market!” Curiosity prevailed Claire and she clicked the article
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On the other side of the world, Jamie, as always, promptly arrived at the firm. Just as he was to pass Mrs. Fitz, she called him out.
“Ah, lad”
“Yes, Mrs. Fitz?”
“I dinna ken yet what ye or Claire are yet but have ye spoken to her today?”
“Today? Not yet. Why?”
She motioned for him to come round the reception and take a peek at her monitor.
She showed him the same article Geillis sent Claire and as soon Jamie saw the accompanying photo, he fished out his phone and immediately contacted Claire. It was midnight in Seattle but Jamie didn’t care - he wanted to clear things before things got misinterpreted.
“Erm, hello?” a groggy Claire answered the phone on the other side of the line.
“Hi, were ye asleep?” Jamie asked as he walked the hallway to his office.
“I was but I answered already, what’s up?” she replied, her voice still muffled by sleep. She knew why he was calling though but wanted to hear it from him. “Did you just arrive at the firm?”
“Yes,” he replied, closing the door to his office for privacy. “Well, I don’t want to keep you long but an article came last night about me and well, in case ye’ll see it, it is not true.”
Jamie heard Claire sigh on the other end, “I’ve seen it” she confirmed.
“Ye’ve already seen it?” he repeated in disbelief, looking at his watch, it’s only been posted a few hours ago.
“Geillis sent it to me earlier, I think it just came out then. She’s a bit of a morning person so…”
“Claire, it isn’t true. It was all in a bad angle. The Dunsany’s have been a long-time client of ours and we had an unexpected dinner meeting yesterday. I was just escorting their daughter to her car when the paparazzi got wind of us and ran with whatever story they could think of.” Jamie quickly explained in summary.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah. I mean you say it’s not true and I believe you.”
“You don’t have any questions?” he asked, a little baffled.
“Not really. I mean was there more to it?”
“A bit but something we can talk about later.”
“Okay”
It was both refreshing and confusing as to why Claire seemed nonchalant about all this. On one end, she might be really understanding. On the other end, she might be harboring ill-feelings she didn’t want to discuss.
It was Jamie’s line that turned silent. Claire, guessing he might need more despite her sleepy state, obliged him. “Jamie, I won’t lie. I was surprised at first because of the photo and how the article was written with your family histories. Add to that, that I didn’t see it in the calendar and you didn’t text me about it.”
“Why didn’t you call -?”
“But” she interrupted him, “I also know you, Jamie, and I know about us. If I was really concerned, I’ll call you right away. But I’m not and we’ll be meeting later anyway, so I know we’ll talk about it eventually.” she paused to catch a breath. “Besides, you already explained it, I don’t need to know any more because I trust you, Jamie.”  
“Okay” it was Jamie’s turn to give the one-word reply.
“Are we okay now?” she asked.
“Yes, as long as ye are too.” Jamie replied to which Claire mummed in agreement. “Thank ye, Claire.”
“You’re welcome. Now, I’ll go back to sleep and see you later.” With that, Claire ended the call, a small smile crept on her face knowing the relief and joy Jamie probably feels right now.
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serenadeonacanoe · 4 years ago
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Honestly, I'd piss him off on purpose. (Namjoon x OFC)
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Pairing: Namjoon x Original Female Character
Genre/Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, too tired to beta
Tags: Artist!Namjoon, Yoongi and Tae are the best flatmates, Enemies to Lovers I guess... more like brats to making out in the storage unit, OFC is an idiot.
Summary:
"Wow. Is that that grumpy artist behind you? Jesus. He really looks like a bit of a dick. And you are right. He really is hot..." Oh no. Speakerphone. Namjoon was standing behind me and was staring at me. Then at my phone. He let out a little laugh, then raised his hand to wave at Tae and Yoongi outside who were now also staring at him as if frozen, before turning around in unison. As if that would help. As if he couldn't see them. Or better even... couldn't hear them.
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Mister Darcy has nothing on Kim Namjoon - that new and upcoming artist you probably already heard of (You haven't? How dare you? At least have the decency to pretend you have!). He is cold, serious, and rather good at making other people believe he is a prick. Especially Elizabeth Bennet - uh... Charlotte - is about to lose it because of him. Maybe in a good way. Man, I'd literally piss him off on purpose.
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CHAPTER 1
Even the sound of my own nails rhythmically tapping on the top of the counter was annoying me. To be fair, it didn't need much today to blow my fuze that had never been particularly long in the first place. But after a week consisting of being belittled by old white men and endless hours of unpaid overtime I about had it. Welcome to the art world. You know well before you enter that the hours are horrible and the job market is more than frustrating, but you love art and you have good organisational skills, you are resilient, charming when it counts and tend to romanticize things even when you know you shouldn't. It's too late to turn around now.
"That is why I don't use an agenda or notebook. If something is important enough for me to attend I simply won't forget. I know you youngsters are all about the bullet journaling and expressing yourself by mapping out your life but it really is just another way to procrastinate instead of getting to actual work." For a second I considered throwing my damn notebook in the buyer's face, but that probably wouldn't have helped my CV and the new job I would have to look for starting tomorrow. At least I should have screamed at him a little. Mainly, that I didn't care, that I was on my period and my shitty shower in the shitty flat i shared had broken and no dry shampoo in the world had fixed my hair this morning and that god damn it, how the hell was I supposed to remember every phone number, every call my boss had to take, every art handling transport I had organized if I couldn't write it down somewhere. Instead, I smiled. Died a little on the inside and complimented him on the gift of his exceptional memory and asked whether he would like another cup of coffee.
"What a dick." Samantha murmured, more to herself than me, after the guy had finally left, which made me snort under my breath. She usually didn't say much but when she did it was usually pure gold. In the end, it didn't matter that he was. Didn't matter that everyone at the gallery thought the art he had bought from us over the last couple of months had neither been smart nor impressive purchases. Mainly expensive. And flashy.
"Doesn't matter now." I said in a sigh after a quick glance at the clock. It was Friday night and we were about to close. Since it was my birthday on Monday I had taken two days off, about the longest break I had had this year and I was looking forward to being the lazy slob for a few days I was maybe always meant to be. In silence we answered a few last emails, tidied up the desks and counters so that potential buyers that would come in over the weekend wouldn't have to suspect anyone was actually working here. - A white desk. A huge Imac on it. That was all they needed to see, folders and pens and apparently especially agendas to be hidden away in drawers.
At five to eight I threw on my coat and Samantha just gave me a tired smile. Probably happy for me, just exhausted. "Have fun then? Don't get too wasted?" "Oh..." I said with a huge smug grin on my lips. "You have no idea... gonna take a bottle of Moët with me from the bar and drink it in my bathtub after eating a huge pepperoni pizza by myself and dancing to only the finest of 90s Euro Trash." I couldn't help it, apparently, I felt it necessary to give Sam a little demonstration, waving my arms up and down while swaying my hips in a way that I'd probably would not have if it hadn't been for a bit with an audience of a single person. Or maybe two?
A quiet scoff behind me and I quickly turned around, slowly lowering my arms, Sam biting her lower lip at the sight of me standing there like an idiot in front of HIM of all people.
Men didn't have to be old to annoy me. Or white. Yes, those were the ones that pissed me off most usually, but no one had managed to do so as much as Kim Namjoon recently. And now he was standing there, looking me up and down and stopping at my hair. The crazy too-much-dry-shampoo-because-the-shower-broke-hair. "Nice." He just commented and then looked over at Sam. "I'd like to take a last look before Sunday's opening if that is okay?" I stood there, my shoulders dropping, completely ignored.
"Uhm, actually, my babysitter has to leave in about an hour and I will have to be home before that." Samantha replied and I was impressed by how calm she stayed. "Of course." Namjoon said and gave her a slight smile. "Anyone else still around? Chris maybe?" Of course Chris hadn't been in today. It was Friday and unless important guests had announced themselves the owner of the gallery wasn't around on Fridays... "I am afraid not. But maybe Charlotte has a few minutes?" Well. Thanks. Thanks a lot. I felt a little betrayed. "Wouldn't want to keep anyone from their important Moët-Pizza-Dance Party plans." Namjoon replied before I could say a word. His voice once more dropping to a hushed, deep disapproval and his hands buried in the pockets of his rather expensive looking coat. Silence for a few moments and then he just walked off towards the room his exhibition had been set up all week. Showing without a further word that I would have to stay anyways if he wanted it that way.
"Well thank you for pushing me under the bus like that. Really appreciate it." "I am so sorry. But I was serious, I can't lose this babysitter. She got Jamie to eat vegetables. VEGETABLES!" Samantha suddenly seemed in a rush, grabbing her jacket and purse and showering me in promises she would make it up to me. Even though we both knew that wouldn't happen and wasn't necessary. Suddenly having to stay longer was normal. I just hated that it had to be today. And because of him.
I heard the door close behind Sam and I stood there for a second before putting my bag down again. Usually, I would have followed the artist, asking if I could somehow help, but nahhh... my ego was bruised up enough now, especially remembering the little dance. I closed my eyes. Fucking hated the guy. Always had. Well, not quite. I had thought he was cool for about five minutes when he had come in the first time. We had heard about him for quite a few months before, I think I had even seen pictures of him at some point, but those were nothing compared to him in real life. He came in all cheekbones and sharp chin and an all grey outfit, quick pace, observant gaze. Incredibly hot. He had also completely ignored me.
That's how it had started - a bruised ego. He couldn't know that it was my weak spot. Having studied art and its management and now feeling like a better secretary at times, when my colleagues and I were doing all the behind the scenes work while Chris worked very little hours and ended up with all the money and recognition. I was aware this wasn't the only field of work where this was the case, but it still frustrated me... I had imagined my life in the last years of my 20s to be a bit more glamorous than living in a tiny apartment on the outskirts of the city... spending my Friday night waiting for some rude artist dude to leave so I could lock up.
But what I perhaps hated most about him... was that I admired him. - Purely for his art. Really. Even the fact that he kept acting as if I wasn't around every time he came in didn't mean I couldn't admit that. At least to myself. The stories behind his huge colleagues were clever and thought through, but even without context, the pure aesthetics were mesmerizing. It was the kind of art that touched something deep inside of you and standing in front of it I always had a hundred questions. Whenever he brought in a new piece I was the first one to sneak a peek in the back rooms before it was hung.
"I don't get why you have such a problem with him. He is just... quiet. I think he might even be shy... stop being so sensitive and just ask him out already." I had almost strangled Sam for that comment a couple of weeks back. Stop being so sensitive. What did that even mean? Comments like that made me want to cry and scream at the same time, which probably would have been perceived as even more sensitive, but when had insensitivity become something to strive for? I had only kept quiet because I liked Sam and I knew what she had tried to say. At least I thought so. That I might have given less of a shit if I hadn't been rather attracted to Namjoon. Even though I had never mentioned it, she just knew. She knew if I didn't care about something I didn't waste my time on it. But if something made me angry or upset there was usually more to it. I hated that she could read me that easily. But he was still a dick and I still wanted to go home.
He took his sweet time. After an hour I walked up to him, a little speech prepared in my head about how he could come back first thing tomorrow. But when he turned around he just raised a hand between us to keep me from interrupting and turned away again. I hadn't seen that he was on the phone. "No, it's nothing, just one of the gallery employees." I heard him say and okay... if I wasn't about to explode before I was now. I stood there for a minute, fuming, and then simply walked back to the office area, my hand shaking when I started turning off the gallery lights one by one. It wasn't as satisfying as I had hoped but still felt good. Two minutes later the only lights still on were the one above my head and the one in front of the door. I would at least give him a clear direction where to head, he seemed to need it.
When Namjoon appeared out of one of the dark corners he looked even more annoyed than usual. Looking my direction through squinting eyes and his tongue pushing against the inside of his cheek. "Seriously?" he yelled my way and almost walked into one of the little flyer shelves. Wasn't the first time I had seen that happen to him though so maybe that had nothing to do with the light.
I felt oddly triumphant. By the time I had put on my coat and turned off the remaining lights, ready to finally lock up, Namjoon had almost found his way, standing in the open door, still on his phone. A little groan from my side when he didn't even notice that I was standing behind me went by unnoticed. Or simply ignored. But instead of the appropriate clearing of the throat or the maybe less polite squeezing past him, I just put my hands on his back and gently pushed him forward a bit, until his feet hit the pavement and he turned around. Dropping his hand with the phone in it, for a second he looked like he wanted to push back. Or trample me.
"Okay, what the hell is your problem, Charlotte?" His voice was hoarse. His eyes dark. God, he was hot. I hated him so much. "You." I simply replied and stared at him for a second, then turned around and locked the two locks on the door before stepping over to the alarm system. I couldn't help feeling smug because apparently, he knew my name. I imagined him staring at the back of my head because he was flustered, but couldn't be sure. All I knew was that when I turned around again a minute later he was still standing there, his arms crossed in front of his chest, his lips pressed together forming a straight line and watching me.
"Do you always act like that at work around people who could get you into trouble?" He was right, he could get me into trouble. But I was too fired up now, my heart racing. "Is that a threat?" "An observation." "Only around the ones I don't like." "Cool." "Great." "Enjoy the dance party. Sounds shit."
And with those words he had turned around, coat flying open in the wind, unfortunately making him look really cool as he walked away and I ABSOLUTELY HATED HIM. I kept my mouth shut and just walked off in the other direction, realizing minutes later that my car was parked the other way, but I kept walking for a while before I finally turned around. It took a while to calm down and only cuddling up to my cat on the couch to trash tv finally did the job. But by then I had realized something I wasn't sure I liked too much. Yeah, I thought he was a prick. And yeah I should have just played it cool. Would have been much smarted in many regards. But I also had somewhat enjoyed myself in the most fucked up way.
Seeing that stern look, that intense posture as he was towering over me... man, I'd literally piss him off on purpose.
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myhockeyworld87 · 4 years ago
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Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 35
Word Count: 2,514
POV: Reader
Warnings: Language
Notes: Sorry this took so long to get out. I had planned on having it up yesterday, but life got busy. I’d love to have those 12 hours back that I lost, but it’s not happening. So with that feedback is always welcome and happy reading!
Nervous Regrets Masterlist
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You sat there staring at the picture in your direct messages for you don't know how long. It wasn't until Jace started to cry that you put the phone down so that you could tend to your baby. Jace's little cries filled the air, and you took him over to change his diaper. When he was all clean and dry, his face filled with a smile, which melted your heart. When you looked in his sweet face, you could see your husband there, as Jace had Tyler's eyes and even though he was only a couple weeks old he had that little smirk as well. It was in Jace's expression that you knew that message was nothing but a lie.
 Tyler had worked so hard to win you back and you knew that he would never jeopardize your family with some trivial one-night stand. As you sat in the rocking chair, in Jace's nursery feeding him, you pulled up the message again. This time looking at the picture with unfeeling eyes instead of ones that felt hurt and disappointment. There was no denying that, that was your husband, but the closer you looked it was an older picture. Tyler's hair wasn't that long right now, and where his shirt was unbuttoned you could just make out his lack of chest tattoo. This picture was probably taken well before you were even in Tyler's life; more than likely a couple months before you'd met him.
 Switching Jace to your other breast, you set the phone back down trying to decide what to do next. Obviously, this person wanted to cause a rift between you and Tyler, and messaging her back would just give credence to a conversation that wasn't necessary. You'd been so wrapped up in the stupid message, that you never heard the garage door open or Tyler come in. "There are my two favorite people in the world." He made his way over to you, kissing you on the lips, causing Jace to stir. "Hey buddy, daddy missed you." Jace looked around searching for Tyler's voice. "Is he done, babe? I'm dying to hold him."
 "Mostly," you answered, handing the baby over. "He can finish later. Right now, I think he wants his daddy more." Tyler took Jace from you and held him close to his chest, his one finger caressing his chubby cheeks.
 "Bud, did you get bigger? Mommy said no, but I think so." Jace's tiny hand fisted around one of Tyler's fingers. "Look at those muscles; you working out?" The interaction between father and son made your heart so full it could burst and a tear slid down your cheek. "Baby, you ok?" Ty asked taking his eyes off his son for a moment.
 "I…" you couldn't seem to get out the words and so you nodded your head.
 "Babe, I know you said you're still emotional, but what else is going on."
 You sighed heavily, knowing for your relationship to work; you needed to be completely honest. "I got a message on Instagram earlier." A look of concern immediately crossed his face, before he started to shake his head. "I know it's not true Ty. It just took a toll on me."
 "What did it say?" And you could see the anger visibly changing him, in the way he stood and held the baby.
 You stood so that you could touch and feel him; hoping to release some of his tension. "It doesn't matter. I just wanted to tell you so there wouldn't be any secrets between us."
 "If it hurt you, it matters." He wrapped his free arm, the one that wasn't holding Jace, around your waist and pulled you to his side. You looked at Jace, so comfortable in his father's arms as he stared up at his parents. "Tell me (Y/N)."
 "It was just a picture of you and some girl. I'm assuming she's the one that sent the message. It said that my "baby daddy" was cheating on me." Before he could say anything you continued. "I know it wasn't true Ty. When I looked at the pic closer, it was old."
 "(Y/N), I will never in a million years cheat on you, babe." He cupped your chin so that you would look in his eyes. "You believe me, don't you?"
 "Of course, I do Ty. The message just threw me."
 "I'm deleting my damn account. It's caused us nothing but trouble."
 "Tyler, we're fine. This is just one fangirl, who's making up lies." You were telling yourself this as much as him. "You have your sponsorships to think about and your fans. Don't go deleting things just because of this one instance. I'm fine." He still looked unconvinced. "We're fine. I promise."
 "It just annoys the fuck…oops sorry," he spoke more to Jace than to you. "That people think that they can get away with doing this. Like I'm some sort of sex addict that can't wait for my wife to…" you could see him struggling to find the right words.
 "Heal?"
 "Yeah, heal before I wet my dick in someone else pussy. Shit!" He swore again and you had to laugh at his attempt to control his language around your son.
 "I think it's ok to curse around him. He definitely didn't learn to talk in the few days you were gone."
 He looked at you a little sheepishly. "Still…I need to learn not too." His eyes went back to his child, where Jace's little face just lit up. It was probably gas, but it was still adorable. "Maybe I'll send this person a message myself." He said drawing you back to the conversation about the direct message. "Or get my lawyers on it."
 "How about we just drop it, and if it happens again then we worry about?" He cocked his head "Please Ty?"
 He scrunched his face up at you, before agreeing. "Fine, but you have to promise you'll tell me if it happens again."
 "Done. Now can we please talk about other things."
 "In a minute, there's one more thing," and before you could ask him what that was, his lips were on yours. His mouth searched yours and all the longing that you felt for him over the last several days melted away. Jace squirmed in his arms and the two of you broke apart. "Now that's a better welcome home. I missed you."
 "I missed you too, Ty." The rest of the day Tyler barely let Jace out of his arms. He of course allowed you to feed him, but he wouldn't let you put him down for a nap in the bassinet; instead opting for the baby to lay on his chest. You had a feeling if he kept this up you were going to have a hard time training Jace to sleep in his own crib.
 "So babe, I was thinking maybe you could bring Jace to practice tomorrow. You know to meet all the guys." You were crawling into bed, after just laying the baby down for the night.
 "Yeah, I can do that. Little man and I will be down to have lunch with you guys."
 "Can you maybe put on his Stars stuff too?" Like your child would wear anything else when going to see his father at work.
 "Of course, babe." He pulled you close to him and you inhaled his scent. God, you missed this even if it was for a few days.
 "Thanks, baby. I'm so excited for the guys to meet him." He kissed your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips, before the two of you drifted off to sleep.
 The next morning as soon as Tyler headed off to practice you started to get ready for Jace to meet all his hockey uncles. It was really the first time taking him anywhere other than the doctors, and you found yourself throwing things in the diaper bag you knew you were never going to need but wanted to be prepared. Jace's Star's onesie fit perfectly, but then you had one in every size imaginable. It was his jersey that was a little bit, so you opted to just carry that in the bag not sure if you were going to put it on him or not until you got there. You also threw in a little jacket since he'd be down close to the ice. You made sure to feed him before you left, but also took a bottle on the off chance he'd be fussy.
 You buckled him in the car seat, and he whimpered a bit. Cash immediately going to see what was wrong with his brother. "He's ok Cash, just doesn't like to be cooped up in there." The pup looked at you skeptically and you had to laugh. The dogs had definitely become protective of Jace over the last week and hated to hear him cry. Once you had him in the car and were headed down the road, he quickly fell fast asleep.
 They were just finishing up practice when you went into the arena. All of the guys were still on the ice, running a few drills. It was Jamie who saw you first, smiling and giving a wave as the puck sailed past him, and you kind of laughed. That got him a few chirps from some of the guys until Monty saw that you were there and called them all in. "Looks like we have a special guest in the building. I'm gonna cut this short, but damn it, wash your hands and shit before you touch the kid." You chuckled at his words, but it was nice to know that he didn't want their sweaty hands all over your child any more than you did.
 Tyler was the first to skate off. "Hey babe," he said pecking you real quick before turning down to his little guy. "Hi bud, did you see daddy skating?" Jace's eyes were taking everything as he woke the minute, he heard the pucks on the boards. The guys started to crowd around you and the carrier, trying to sneak a peek at Jace.
 "Oh he cute Seggy, nothing like you." Rads said punching your husband in the arm playfully.
 "There's my godson," Jamie added. "Sportin' the team colors bud. They look good, though there needs to be a fourteen on there somewhere."
 "Get out Chubbs, my son is not wearing your number, even if you are his uncle."
 "Alright, hit the showers, then you can have baby time." You told them all.
 "I'll meet you in the dining room?" Tyler said before kissing you again and heading off to the locker room. You went down to the kitchen area, setting Jace's carrier on the table so you could take him out. The room was warm so you didn't put his sweatshirt on him, that way everyone could see his little Seguin ninety-one on the back. You propped him up on your shoulder and he looked around a little bit, before flopping his head back down and sucking on your shirt. Perfect, just what you wanted baby drool on you. It didn't really matter though, as long as Jace was happy.
 You no sooner were comfortable, then Justin Dowling came in. "Hey (Y/N), how are you feeling? Heard this little guy gave you a bit of a scare." He took a finger and trailed it along Jace's back making him shiver.
 "Yeah, he definitely had his own idea about when he wanted to meet us, but I'm good."
 "Can I hold him?"
 "Of course," you handed Jace off to him. Justin was a natural, the way he swayed back and forth with your little guy in his arms.
 "You've got to bring him around Meg, she's dying to meet him. We just didn't want to overwhelm you after everything."
 "Yeah, I was planning on having the girls over soon."
 "Maybe you can convince her, that we need one of these."
 "Oh! You guys will make great parents." They were already one of the cutest couples on the team. "You've got a natural touch there."
 "Thanks."
 "Alright quit hogging the baby," Bishop chimed in taking Jace from Justin. "Hey Jace, you and Ben are gonna be best buddies. You can have playdates and go on bike rides and take hockey lessons together."
 "Woah, slow down there Bish. He's only a couple weeks old." You told him.
 "I know, Andrea is dying to bring Ben over."
 "We've talked several times. I think she was coming over tomorrow night for a bit. We thought we could watch the game together."
 "Wait you're not bringing Jace to the game?" Your husband asked looking too handsome for your liking.
 You simply rolled your eyes at him. "Not yet, you knew this though."
 "Kinda, just thought maybe you'd change your mind." He walked straight to his child and you could see him fighting the urge not to take him away from Bishop. "But I get it. He's still too small, but in a couple weeks you'll be big enough to come and cheer daddy and all your uncles on." God, you loved your husband like this. That playful cute side, that just adored his child; there was nothing better in the whole world. Well, maybe your son.
 The rest of the guys filtered in and it became a game of pass the baby around. You were surprised when even Miro took a turn, however the minute he turned fussy he was handing him back. After an hour, Jace was done with meeting everyone and basically just feel asleep as the guys continued to fuss over him. One by one they all left until there were just a few of you milling about and you figured it was time to head home before Jace needed to be fed. Tyler helped you pack him up, and then the three of you left with promises to bring Jace back real soon. You had a feeling if it was up to Tyler, he would've had him on the ice today, but thankfully he never once asked.
 Tyler had ridden with Jamie, so he could take you and Jace home and as you traveled the highways of Dallas he finally said. "Thanks for bringing him down today babe. It meant a lot."
 "Ty, I will bring him down whenever you want."
 "So…uh…when do you think you'll bring him to a game?"
 "Babe, I know you're excited for him to go, but I'd like him to be a little older. Those headphones you got barely fit."
 "I'll get a box, so you guys don't have to deal with the family section and you can have Jenna and the girls up there." He was really trying everything he could, but honestly, with that fangirl message, you were leery about taking Jace out in the public.
 "How about the next long home stretch?"
 "Yeah babe, that will work." The smile on your face was enough to put your doubts at rest, at least for the moment.
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desperationandgin · 5 years ago
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The Beat My Heart Skips (Market Price One-Shot)
Rating: General Audiences
Also Read On: Ao3
Summary: Jamie attempts to surprise his pregnant wife with the foods she craves.
A/N: From a prompt @smashing-teacups​ sent me like 8 months ago! This is also my dear BFF’s very BELATED birthday fic. ilu so much <3
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I adjusted a little but I hope the spirit of the prompt lives on!
The Beat My Heart Skips
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The texts from Claire had started at two in the afternoon while he was at Lallybroch, deep in planning the next few weekends’ worth of farmer’s market details.
Burgers for dinner? 😘
He’d replied he would pick them up from her newly-declared favorite place for burgers, and promised chips to go along with them. A half-hour later, the next message arrived.
thinking more about the pork rolls we had the other night.
He’d replied:
Instead of the burgers?
Think so. Sorry. Baby’s picky  🤷‍♀️
It made him smile, swiping to the home screen only to see the latest in his growing collection of photos featuring Claire’s belly. The bump was only clearly visible when she was unclothed, but it was there, a swelling proof of life, and he’d found he could stare, stroke, and murmur to that growing roundness for hours on end. He’d finally responded with a quick dinna fash and assumed that would be the end of it.
He was wrong. The next messages had come in rapid succession, mildly alarming until he could read them.
I think pizza would be better
Remember the burritos we had at Mazama?
Jamie, I don’t know what your child wants…
Kebabs??
Would you like to contribute an idea?
Thumb hovering over the phone, he’d tried to decide if he should pick one thing from her list, or offer something completely different. He’d decided, in the end, to go with a solid favorite.
Thai noodles, Sassenach?
The three telltale bubbles had appeared, then dropped, then appeared again before another text came through from his wife.
That sounds good too.
It was the ‘too’ that convinced him of what needed to be done.
You only need to be prepared with an appetite when I’m home. 5p. No later.
Now, he’s sitting in the passenger seat of his sister’s mini-van while Jenny drives.
“How many places is it, total?” she asks, glancing over.
Scrolling on his phone, he counts aloud. “Six. No, seven. I need more ice cream.”
“Alright, weel, we have to be strategic about it. Ice cream last, obviously. Then I’ll just drop ye back at yours and both of ye can come over tomorrow for Sunday supper. We’ll finish the plannin’ then, ye get your car, all done.”
Jamie looks over at his sister, impressed. “Thought it all out, have ye?”
“If you take a pregnant woman hot, fresh food that’s been left to steam in its containers only tae go soft and damp, she’ll throw it at yer heid. Trust me.”
He snorts. “Should I ask Ian?”
“He’ll no’ bring me soggy chips again, I’ll tell ye that much.” Jenny pats her own very round belly. “Learned wi’ the last bairn.”
Suitably impressed (and making mental notes he never knew he needed), they make a plan beginning with pizza and ending with a very quick stop inside a corner shop for two containers of Neapolitan. By 4:45, Jamie’s outside of his home, hands loaded with takeout bags. Leaning down into the open car window, he holds up his bounty.
“Thank ye, truly. I owe ye, Jen.”
She waves him off. “Ye’ll babysit soon enough.” Her face softens, though, and she meets his gaze. “Da would be proud. Mam, too.”
Lowering his head, Jamie swallows, but when he looks up again, there’s a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I always hope, but hearing it from you, especially, is important.”
“Why me?” she asks as he steps back.
“On account of ye bein’ the wee ball-buster in the family,” he teases fondly, thanking her again before watching her drive safely away. Juggling bags and keys, Jamie lets himself into the house, calling out.
“Sassenach?”
“In here,” she calls from the living room, and he ducks into the kitchen.
“Stay there, I have a surprise for ye. And dinnae try to peek, ye’re no’ verra sneaky anyway,” he says in return. As he sets everything up along their counter, buffet style, he can hear her moving about.
“I assume this surprise is in regards to food,” she deducts.
“Always kent ye should ha’ been a detective,” Jamie smirks, able to hear her huff from the other room. “I’m almost done, ye can bide a second longer.”
“One,” she says pointedly. “Your child is starving.”
“I’ve noticed ye tend to refer to the bairn only as mine when ye cannae make your mind up about something.”
Her voice is closer when she speaks. “That’s because you’re stubborn,” Claire retorts, standing directly out of sight.
“Oh, am I the only one?” he asks as he finishes by propping the pizza open. “I always thought ye were a relatively patient woman, Sassenach, until I got ye wi’ child.”
“I am bloody patient! It’s the only reason I haven’t stepped foot into the kitchen to throttle you yet.”
He can’t help but laugh silently for a moment, drawing it out a few seconds longer before finally poking his head around the corner only to come face to face with her. “Alright, a nighean. Ye can come in.” Stepping aside, he watches as she enters, taking in the sight of her realizing what she’s seeing.
“I figured we could make a good go of it, and now we have plenty for tomorrow,” Jamie explains.
Claire stares at the bounty in front of her in stunned silence before looking up at her husband. “You went to all of these places?”
“Aye. Well, me and Jen. Ian was home and she was desperate to get out of the house for a bit anyway. So she drove me around, and now you and the bairn have whatever ye’d like. Including more ice cream.”
Too moved for a moment to say anything, she simply blinks at Jamie, afraid to open her mouth because she’s sure she’ll cry.
A good thing, then, that he knows to step forward, reaching out to rest his hands at her hips. “I wanted ye to have whatever you wanted, Sassenach.”
That does it: the flood gates open (because hell if she has any control over her hormones anymore) and she finds herself cradled to his chest. “I cannot believe you,” she mumbles into his shirt affectionately, arms looping around his waist.
“I do try to keep ye guessin’,” he murmurs into her hair, dropping a kiss to the top of her head.
“Do you also plan on helping me eat all of this?” She pulls back after placing a soft kiss to his chest before getting a plate and trying to decide what to attack first.
“Oh, aye, I’ll be eating plenty. I’ve been eying a burrito since we picked them up,” he promises, having no intention of letting his wife eat alone. Pointing out the different varieties as she picks and chooses, he loads a plate for himself and takes it to the living room, settling with her leaning against the arm of the sofa sideways, legs across his lap.
Bringing a forkful of noodles to her mouth, she pauses to look at him. “Thank you, Jamie. For indulging me.”
Balancing his plate with one hand, the other squeezes her calf. “I figured if ye’re going through all the trouble of making a person, Sassenach, the least I can do is feed ye what ye want.”
When she smiles, it’s as though his entire soul flares with warmth, and it’s difficult to take his eyes from her.
Which is why he sees it the instant all color drains from her face. What happens next requires zero communication as she sits up, he takes her plate, and her legs swing from his lap. Within thirty seconds, she’s in their bathroom bending over the toilet, vomiting. Wincing in sympathy, Jamie simply stares for a moment at the two plates full of uneaten supper in his hands.
Putting the dishes on the coffee table, he rises and makes his way to the bathroom to join her, reaching out to hold her hair out of her face. “I’m sorry, a nighean.” Jamie’s always very aware that he’s the one who did this to her anytime she’s miserable, and it makes him regret being quite so boastful about it.
When her stomach finally calms, he stands with her and leans against the doorframe as she rinses with the mouthwash that is now a permanent fixture on the countertop instead of tucked away in the medicine cabinet.
And then he watches as she begins to cry, confusion making his forehead furrow, wondering what this new mood swing is and how to handle it. Reaching out for her, he doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around her in an attempt to soothe as he rubs her back. “Dinna weep, lass,” he murmurs, more concerned as she clings to him tightly.
“Fuck, Jamie,” she manages, sniffling when she finally pulls back, wiping at her nose with the back of her hand.
“Likely no’ right now,” he tries to tease gently as he lifts a hand to stroke her cheek.
She doesn’t even react, simply chooses to ignore him and move on even as tears brim on her lashline. “I can’t eat any of that food right now.”
“I realized it soon as ye got up from the couch,” he points out, kissing her forehead.
“But you went to...Christ, how many places was it?” she asks as new guilt washes over her in an irrational wave. “And Jenny was with you,” she laments.
He doesn’t know how to fix this, exactly, and so he simply guides her by the hand to their bedroom to avoid the smell of various foods in the front of the house.
“Mo nighean donn, why would Jenny be put out? She’s been pregnant a dozen times, she kens how it goes,” Jamie points out gently.
“It was so thoughtful of you. I wanted to be able to enjoy your effort,” Claire admits as his arms encircle her.
“Ye still can when ye feel like eating. All of it will still be there, Sassenach. Doesna matter if we eat it this evening or tomorrow.”
“You aren’t annoyed?” she asks, knowing the answer but needing to hear it.
“Only at yer hormones, but no’ at you,” he promises with a kiss to her knuckles, over her wedding ring.
“Well, I’m annoyed at my hormones too,” Claire exhales, recovered now from the bout of tears but not the nausea as she lies down on the bed properly. “When your aunt called, she said being sick all the time is the sign of a boy.”
“Should ask Jen, she might have some light to shed on it, havin’ had both,” Jamie suggests as he lays propped on his side and pushes his hand under her shirt to lightly stroke her stomach.
Closing her eyes, she concentrates on the feel of his touch rather than the vertigo. “Do you want to find out what we’re having, or let it be a surprise?”
His fingers still for a moment before continuing as he ponders her question. “I never considered it. Does it matter to ye, for decorating and buying things?”
“Not particularly. There aren’t very many things that can truly be left a surprise in life.” She can’t help smiling at the idea of it, of not knowing until their child is in their arms.
The look on her face makes it clear her mind is set, and Jamie drops a kiss to her abdomen. “We’ll leave it a mystery then, Sassenach.”
“We’ll have to pick a name for either scenario,” she points out, taking deep breaths in and exhaling slowly as she wills away her symptoms. When Jamie doesn’t respond right away, she cracks one eye open only to find him lost in thought. A hand lands in his hair, gently scratching his scalp. “Where’d you go?”
He makes a soft noise in the back of his throat. “I’m here,” he promises with another kiss. “I was only thinking...if it’d be alright wi’ ye...we could name the bairn after my da.” When he chances a glance up at her, his eyes are suspiciously damp.
If ever there is a key to getting her nausea to dissipate, it’s the sight of her husband’s vulnerability. Her hand shifts from his hair down his face to cradle his cheek. “Brian,” she murmurs, nodding her agreement. “And if it’s a girl?”
He’s quiet, ghosting his lips across her skin now, trying to will her hormones to settle for a while.
“Hmm. Weel, there’s always, simply, Brianna,” Jamie suggests.
Claire tries it on her tongue, adding a second name. “Brianna Ellen Fraser. Or Brian Henry Fraser. What do you think?”
Scooting up on the bed now, he pulls his wife close, needing to kiss her ring again, to say a silent prayer for the love of this woman. “That ye’d honor my parents that way, Claire-” It makes him more emotional than he would have ever imagined, the way his wife’s heart shows itself.
“I thought, since we’re having - what was it, ten by your last count? - since we’re having ten children, the second could be named after my parents,” she suggests, knowing it will happen now that she’s said it.
“It’ll no’ be ten if ye feel like this every time,” he says with equal parts concern and frustration that his wife simply can’t eat when she’d like.
“Jamie,” she murmurs, gliding her thumb across his jaw. “This amount of illness is normal. And it’s getting somewhat better. Today was unfortunate,” she allows, a hint of apology in her tone.
“Dinna fash, Sassenach,” he assures her as he sits up, leaning down to drop a kiss to her forehead before finally standing. “Now we have plenty for breakfast and lunch. If ye dinna mind noodles before ten in the morning.”
She chuckles, the waves of nausea somewhat less turbulent. “If my stomach can manage, then so will I.” But she already knows the noodles will never make it to morning. She’ll be awake at three in the morning, eating when her hunger finally kicks in.
“I’ll go and put everything away, then we’ll see if ye’ll do wi’ a bit of light reading,” he offers. He’ll also quickly eat while he isn’t in front of her.
“Reading in bed?”
“Aye, I’ll no’ make ye move,” he promises, reaching out to cradle her cheek before stepping back.
“Then you’ll know where to find me when you return,” she says lightly with a small, fond smile.
“Which is exactly where I want ye to be, incidentally.”
She chuckles, waving playfully at him to go. “I’m looking forward to reading your next pick.”
Before he can make it out of the room, she calls him back.
“Aye?”
She takes a moment to look him over, still in his jeans and button-down from the day, curls askew and his scruff just past its normal length.
“I’m very madly in love with you, you know.”
When he smiles he ducks his head, and the way his ears turn bright red makes her want to laugh in sheer delight of him.
“That’s verra good, Sassenach. On account of I happen to be mad wi’ love for ye myself.”
“You’d better go, before you say something very Jamie Fraser and make me cry,” she warns with a more playful smile at the end.
He can’t help doubling back, this time to kiss the soft round apple of Claire’s cheek before nuzzling it with the tip of his nose.
“I’ll bring ye back a ginger ale.”
When he finally leaves her to rest, Jamie puts everything away in record time - except for the noodles. He places them in a separate container and sets it in the fridge with a sticky note on top.
For the bairn xx
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crystalninjaphoenix · 4 years ago
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Flashbacks & Forewarnings
A JSE Fanfic
There are a lot of different scenes in this one, but don’t worry, it’s not too long. About medium length for my fics, I’d say. First of all, we get a peek into one of JJ’s memories. Then we check in on Dr. Laurens and Schneep, see how they’re doing since it’s been a while. And there’s some minor other stuff as well. I know it seems like it’s a day late, but that’s because I’m moving my fic-posting day to Monday. Hope you guys like this one!
You can find the other stories under the pw timeline tag!
Midafternoon sunlight was streaming through the window. Jameson leaned over to look out the window, glancing downward at the street a few stories below. Then he took his watch out of his pocket and checked the time. Almost four o’clock already? It was almost time to leave. JJ began tidying up, starting the process of going home and getting things ready for the next person to man the desk.
“Hmm? Oh, are you leaving, Mr. Jackson?” Claire, the intern, noticed his cleaning up. 
JJ nodded. He paused for a moment, grabbing his notebook and pen from the surface of the desk nearby. Do you know who’s on the next shift?
Claire paused for a moment to read the question; though she was trying to learn BSL, she wasn’t able to hold a conversation yet. “Uhh...I think it’s Mr. Haddock,” she said.
That was what he suspected. Do you think you can handle things until he arrives? JJ asked. He didn’t want to put too much pressure on Claire—she was only sixteen, after all.
“Yeah, no problem,” she said. “Uhh...I just have to monitor the phone, right?”
JJ nodded again. Accepting phone calls was the highest priority part of the job, and also the only thing he couldn’t do. Sending emails, making sure things were filed correctly, getting things from the supply room, all that was alright. But not the phone, for obvious reasons. Luckily, answering phone calls usually fell to the interns. Don’t be afraid to ask Mr. Patterson for help. It should only be ten minutes or so until Timothy arrives, but just to be sure.
“Thanks, Mr. Jackson. Oh! Uh, wait.” Claire made a simple gesture. Thank you.
JJ smiled encouragingly. You’re picking that up quick!
“Really?” Claire brightened up. “Thanks!” She repeated the sign.
JJ stood up, gathering his stuff. I’ll see you tomorrow, he signed, edging around the desk and heading towards the elevator.
“See you.”
Now heading on his way down, Jameson checked his bag, pulling out his phone. Huh...it seemed he had quite a few texts from Chase. He scrolled through the notifications, ending up at the first one, which read: Hey J, remember that thing the detectives called me about ths morning? About Jackie? The second one read: Did you get my last text? The third one read: JJ i really have to talk to you about this. Should i call Marv first? And so on with increasing urgency.
Reading through the messages, Jameson could feel his pulse rising, tense. He’d almost forgotten about the events of that morning. A long day at work was bound to do that. The question had always sort of been lingering in his mind, though. They’d found some sort of break in Jackie’s case. That had to be a good thing, right? A pessimistic part of him pointed out that a “break in the case” didn’t always mean they’d found the missing person. Sometimes it meant they’d found the missing person’s body—
Jameson stepped out of the elevator, forcibly leaving that thought behind. It wasn’t the case this time. It couldn’t be. Even though he hadn’t known Jackie as long as Chase or Marvin had, he still knew him. And he knew he wasn’t the type to go down easily. Quickly, he opened up his texts and started replying to Chase. Sorry I didn’t see any of this, I was at work :( Just got off the lift now. What happened?
Chase didn’t respond for a minute or so, long enough for JJ to walk out of the building and into the crisp October air. But his reply came soon. Oh I forgot about that! Im so sorry.
No no, it’s not your fault. But do tell what happened. What did the detectives say?
The little typing bubble stayed up for a long time. JJ had arrived at the close-by bus stop by the time Chase finally said what he was planning. Uh...actually, can i call you about this? I know you cant answer, and you can say no, i just think itll be easier to say instead of type.
That...wasn’t a good sign. Sure? Jameson typed slowly. I can whistle or something if you need a response.
Immediately, his phone started ringing. JJ almost instinctively declined the call, but caught himself just in time and picked it up. Chase’s voice came through easily from the other side. “JJ? You there, bro?” JJ whistled a yes. “Okay good. Okay. Uhh...this is weird, not being able to see you. But anyway. The thing this morning. The good news is that Schneep’s first doctor showed up! So now he’s gonna have one that doesn’t hate him.” Chase laughed, a bit nervously. “But, uh, I dunno if she’ll go back right away. Because, uh...that’s the bad news. She disappeared because she got kidnapped. By the same person who kidnapped Jackie. And kidnapped Schneep before that. And...” Chase sighed. “You were right. The person who did that is this Anti.” He paused. “Are...are you still there?”
Jameson took a moment to react. And when he did, he hung up. So...it was him.
God, what were the odds? What were the goddamn odds that the two of them would end up in the same place once again?! True, this city wasn’t too far away from the town they lived in before. But he’d always thought Aneirin was the type to stay in a town like that.
Well, at least he didn’t know Jameson was here...
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Jameson set down his book, checking the clock. It was a little past eight at night. Naturally, his eyes drifted over to the calendar afterwards. It was a month behind, still reading June 2007.
The front door slammed open downstairs. JJ jumped, then slid a bookmark into the pages of his novel and stood up, heading out the door and down the stairs.
“Hey, Jamie.” Aneirin smiled at him as he came downstairs. “Picked up dinner real quick. Sorry for being late.” He set a bag of McDonald’s down on the nearby coffee table and sighed, reaching upward to make sure his eye-patch was in place.
It’s fine, JJ signed. You’ve been busy lately.
“Yeah, uh...speaking of which.” Aneirin cleared his throat. “I have to go out again later tonight.”
JJ slumped a bit. You sure?
“Yeah...work shit, you know how it is.” Aneirin shook his head. “But hey, I mean, without my work, we wouldn’t have a house, so I’ll take it.”
That was true. Though...Jameson still wasn’t sure what exactly Aneirin did for work. It had odd hours, and Aneirin was hesitant to talk about it, in a way that JJ had initially shrugged off, but was now starting to seem a bit odd. He’d been living with him for a year now, wasn’t it weird that he didn’t know what his brother did? Alright, JJ signed hesitantly. But you owe me.
Aneirin smiled. “I’ll buy you another book.”
I have a lot of books, Aneirin. I haven’t even read them all.
“Something else, then. Whatever you want. Within reason, of course.” Chuckling, Aneirin headed through the doorway into the kitchen. Inside, JJ heard the sound of the coffeemaker—a new addition—starting up.
Frowning, Jameson poked his head into the kitchen doorway. He knocked on the wood, but Aneirin didsn’t turn around, focused on the coffeemaker. “Aan...?” JJ called.
“Hmm?” Aneirin looked over at him.
You aren’t supposed to be holding hot things.
“Jesus christ, I’m not a baby, Jamie.”
Just...remember what happened last time? Jameson pointed out at him. You burned yourself. I’m just worried.
“Yes, but now I know what not to do.” Aneirin shrugged, and turned around. “Besides, the mug will stay on the counter most of the time. So no need to overreact.”
JJ frowned, but left anyway, heading back upstairs to grab his book. He’d move downstairs to finish it, just in case Aneirin ended up needing help.
A couple hours passed. If the past was any indicator, Aneirin would be leaving around this time. JJ made a big show of yawning, and glancing over to the couch where Aneirin was sitting, eyes fixed to the TV but not really paying any attention to the show that was on. Standing up and grabbing his book, JJ signed, I think I’ll go to bed now.
Aneirin responded, “Alright.” without looking away from the screen. Go to bed was one of the sign phrases he could understand even out of the corner of his eyes.
JJ headed up the stairs, slowing down once he reached the second story. He walked over to his room, opening the door and closing it without going inside, instead just waiting in the hall. Immediately, he heard the television downstairs turn off. Footsteps crossed the living room and headed outside. The front door opened and shut. Jameson put his book on the floor next to his room and carefully crept down the stairs, sticking near the walls to avoid the creaks. He made a slight detour to grab his cell phone from the kitchen drawer where it was kept. Then once back in the living room, he crouched close to the ground and crawled over to the front window, peeking outside.
In the driveway, Aneirin was checking something in the trunk of his car. Well, technically, Aneirin always called it “our car,” but he was the only one who drove it. JJ didn’t know how to drive yet. And even if he did, he didn’t have a job and it was the middle of summer vacation, so where would he even need to go? Or at least, those were some of the reasons Aneirin listed when explaining why he wouldn’t teach Jameson how to drive. JJ watched as Aneirin closed the car trunk, and started walking down the block, as he always did when he went out working late at night.
After making sure Aneirin was far enough away, JJ rushed out the front door and over to the car. He opened the door to the back seat and climbed inside, squeezing into the space between the seats where you would normally put your feet. They kept a spare blanket in the car, and Jameson reached over and tried to cover himself, attempting to make it look like the blanket was naturally falling off the seat. Then he waited.
Just a few minutes later, the driver’s side door opened, and he heard Aneirin get inside. The car soon started, and headed out, with Aneirin having no idea Jameson was in the back seat.
He was tired of not knowing anything about where Aneirin went. And if he wouldn’t tell him, JJ would find out by himself.
They drove for a surprisingly long time, long enough for Jameson to start aching from being in this uncomfortable twisted position. He couldn’t exactly tell where they were going from his hiding spot, but he didn’t hear anything unusual, apart from the occasional strange commercial on the radio channel Aneirin was listening to. But of course, the car eventually stopped, and Aneirin climbed out. The locks thunked shut after he left.
Jameson waited a few minutes before sitting up and pushing the blanket aside. Looking out the car windows, he blinked in surprise. This...wasn’t what he was expecting. Instead of being parked outside some building on the outskirts of town, the car was pulled into a small gap in between two large, looming buildings. There was no light coming from them, and only the faint, watery street lamp beams to illuminate anything. Why would Aneirin have driven here...?
After a moment’s hesitation, Jameson unlocked the car door and stepped out. He walked out onto the street, finding it lined with similar tall, wide buildings. Where was this place? Some sort of storage? Why wasn’t anything lit up? JJ shivered, reaching into his pocket to double-check that his cell phone was there. He should find Aneirin, make sure that he was okay.
He looked left down the street, saw nothing, and looked right. There was a group of three people standing beneath one of the weak street lights. With them being the only people in sight, JJ headed in their direction. Eventually, he started picking up voices.
“—kid’s been a runner for three years, cut him some slack.” An unfamiliar female voice.
“No one gets slack at all.” An unfamiliar male voice. “Not even us, Kelly.”
“Still, he does his job.”
“Yeah, that’s right.” And that...that was Aneirin’s voice. Though strangely, his accent, a bit Irish from the years he’d spent being a foster kid in that country, had thickened. “Just give me the green.”
Jameson ducked around a corner of a building, peering out at the group of three. A man, a woman, and Aneirin. He watched as Aneirin handed over a backpack, and the man handed him a case. What was this? It seemed...shady. Aneirin couldn’t really be involved in something like this, right? 
The woman leaned closer to Aneirin, lowering her voice so it couldn’t be heard from where Jameson was watching. But judging from the way Aneirin tensed, whatever she was saying wasn’t good news. Aneirin responded in an equally low tone, and the man suddenly laughed. “You?! Tiny thing like you? Obvious blind spot and likely to collapse at any time? Nah, lad, we’ll go with the professionals.”
That was exactly the wrong thing to say. Aneirin bristled, and even from here Jameson could see the anger in his expression. “Easy there,” the woman said, her tone patronizing. “You wouldn’t want to fall down, would you?”
Aneirin lunged at her, and a scream rang out through the empty street. The woman stumbled back, turning enough so that Jameson could see the way her front was stained red. “You little—!” The man grabbed Aneirin by his jacket, and JJ couldn’t help but cry out.
He didn’t think it would be audible to the group, but both the man and Aneirin looked over toward him. JJ’s eyes widened, and he ducked behind the building. “Oh, you brought a friend, didn’t you, you little bastard?!” The man yelled. “Looks like you, too! Family field trip, is it?”
“Hey! Back off!” Aneirin snarled. It would’ve been intimidating, if not for the nervous crack in the middle.
“Oh no, I don’t think so!”
Jameson heard footsteps running towards him, and instantly took off, running down the gap between the buildings. But the man was much faster, and the footsteps grew louder. Jameson glanced over his shoulder, and the man was just a few feet away. He gasped, and pushed himself farther, turning onto another street, then running into another gap in an attempt to shake the man off.
“Don’t you run, you—AAARGK!”
The strange noise wasn’t enough to stop JJ from running. He continued to weave around the gaps in the buildings, until he arrived back at the one the car was parked in. He tore open the backseat door and practically threw himself inside, locking it behind him. He fell onto the floor of the car and stayed there, sitting, knees pulled to his chest and his heart pounding in his throat. His eyes were fixed on staring through the dirty glass of the car window.
A figure appeared there. Jameson made a strangled sort of sound, backing up. The figure knocked on the glass, then a flashlight turned on, shining into the car. Jameson blinked in the light, then squinted through it, recognizing Aneirin as the one holding the flashlight.
Aneirin pointed towards the driver’s side door, and disappeared, rounding around the car. The locks thunked, and Aneirin opened the door and climbed inside. “Jamie?” he called.
Jameson didn’t relax, but leaned forward, into the spot between the driver’s seat and the passenger seat.
“Oh my god!” Aneirin grabbed JJ’s head, one hand on either side, and pulled him even closer. “What were you thinking?! What are you even doing here?! Did you follow me? Why the fuck would you do that?! There’s a reason I don’t tell you what I do!”
Jameson was stunned into silence for a moment. He let Aneirin continue on in a similar vein for a while, then slowly signed, I was just curious.
“Curious?! I—” Aneirin leaned back, burying his face in his hands and taking a few deep breaths. “You can’t...do stuff like that, Jamie,” he said. 
...I’m sorry, JJ signed hesitantly.
“It’s...fine, Jamie, just...just don’t do that again.” Aneirin sighed, looking out the windshield. “Who knows what could’ve happened to you?”
Jameson fell silent for a moment, then awkwardly climbed into the passenger seat, settling into it. What happened to the man? And the woman?
“They’re...dead,” Aneirin said slowly.
Did you kill them? Jameson asked, eyes wide and disbelieving.
“...yes,” Aneirin’s voice was barely audible.
Why?!
Aneirin opened the car door and leaned over outside, picking up something on the ground. He pulled the case from earlier into the car and threw it into the backseat. “Because we need money to live and shit, Jamie, that’s why. Someone offers you a lot, and all you need to do is...go back on your word, then you take it.”
JJ shook his head silently, shocked. Aneirin...have you done this before?
Aneirin shifted in his seat. “What, go to a regular drop-off then walk away with two people dead? No.”
Silence fell. Jameson dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
“What’re you doing?” Aneirin said, sitting up straight.
Calling 999, Jameson answered.
“Wh—no! You can’t do that!” Aneirin grabbed Jameson’s wrist, pulling it, and the phone he was holding, away. “Look, I know it looks bad, but there’s absolutely nothing to connect us to this. See? I’m wearing gloves, no fingerprints.”
Jameson stared at him, absolutely stunned. We can’t just let— he started to sign one-handedly.
“No, we have to. Jameson, if the police hear about this, they’re going to judge my place an unfit home, and me an unfit guardian, and they’re going to put you back in the system.” Aneirin tightened his grip on Jameson’s wrist. “I-I can’t let that happen! I can’t let you go back there! Who knows what’ll happen?!”
Jameson managed to pull his wrist away from Aneirin’s grip. They’re not going to put a seventeen-year-old into the foster system. I’m practically an adult.
“As someone who was recently seventeen, that’s debatable. And legally, you’re still a child. It doesn’t matter how close to eighteen you are, until your actual birthday, they’re not gonna let you go.” There was a strong bitter note in Aneirin’s voice. “I can’t...I’ve only had you back for a year, Jamie. After ten fucking years of wondering what happened to you. Please don’t...don’t leave.”
Jameson hesitated. Aneirin’s eyes were shining with a desperate light that could be seen even in the shadows the car was hiding in. And he had to admit, he didn’t want to leave his brother, either. He sighed gently, and put his cell phone down on the dashboard of the car. Alright, fine.
Aneirin practically wilted with relief. “Thank you so much, Jamie.” He twisted in his seat, starting the car. “I promise you won’t regret it.”
The car headed out, with Jameson and Aneirin sitting in silence. Jameson stared out the window, watching as they gradually traveled to a more well-lit part of the town. He expected them to head home. But instead, Aneirin headed to the town center, and parked outside a lit-up building. “Look,” he said, glancing in JJ’s direction. “I’m sorry about...the yelling, earlier. I was just stressed and worried. I’m sorry if I made you feel like I was angry with you.”
Jameson exhaled slowly. It’s okay, Aneirin.
“I’ll make it up to you,” Aneirin promised. “Look.” He nodded at the building they were parked outside.
Wait...JJ’s eyes widened. We’re going to Tompson’s?
“Yep.” Aneirin smiled. “Ice cream sounds good after tonight. Luckily they’re open late. You can get whatever you want, whatever size.”
Really? Anything? JJ asked doubtfully. Tompson’s was known for being relatively expensive, but also delicious. They usually saved it for special occasions.
“Of course. It’s on me.”
JJ looked back out the window. He started nodding, slowly at first, then faster. Well, alright then. Can’t do that in the car.
Aneirin laughed. “Course not. Hey, not even gonna say thank you?”
Jameson exhaled softly, and rolled his eyes. Aneirin was always like this. “Thhnk yu-yuh. Annn.” He could’ve signed it, but if Aneirin wanted that, he would’ve said ‘sign.’
“You’re welcome,” Aneirin smiled. “Now let’s go.”
The rest of the night was rather nice. Jameson almost forgot what had happened earlier. Almost. It turns out, these events would not be forgotten easily.
——————
...Jameson was startled out of his thoughts by the sound of his text alert going off. Jameson?? Are you oaky?? Whyd you hang up? Chase asked. It was quickly followed by a *okay
I’m fine, Chase, JJ replied. I just had to think for a moment.
Are you actually fine or just saying that?
Jameson thought hard about this question. I won’t lie. I’m a little...He paused, wanting to type out ‘scared,’ but that might be a bit too far. That was probably something he should talk over with his therapist on Monday; now was not the time to unload everything. ...shaken, hearing about this. But I’ll be okay, I promise.
Alright, if your sure, Chase said. But if you ever need anyone, Im right here.
Thank you, Chase.
The city bus finally pulled up to the station, and JJ hopped aboard, pressing his bus pass to the card reader before taking a seat. He stared out the window as the bus started rolling again. He couldn’t help but glance behind him, even knowing that nobody would be there.
——————
A few days passed, and Monday morning dawned cold and rainy. Dr. Laurens opened her umbrella as soon as she got off the bus, holding it with her unbroken arm. She sighed quietly. Well, looked like she had to walk to work today. And for a while, actually, until her arm was healed enough for her to drive again. She’d better get used to it.
A few drizzly moments later, Laurens stepped inside the main doors of Silver Hills. Awkwardly closing her umbrella, she walked up to the front desk. “Hi, I need to see Dr. Newson, is she in?”
The orderly at the desk looked up, and her eyes widened. “Oh my god, Rya?!”
“Hey, Theresa,” Laurens said, smiling tiredly. “Is Newson in?”
“Yes, I-I can page her—mother of god, what happened to you?” Theresa asked as she started messing with her pager. “You disappeared! Are you alright?”
‘Alright’? Well, that was debatable. The broken arm was not ‘alright,’ and Laurens was pretty sure there was a lot else that would not fit into ‘alright.’ But she’d waited this long. She’d spent time in the hospital, then practically begged to go home so she could get used to being on her own, without having to worry about threats to her life. But still, she couldn’t stop thinking about getting back to work. She knew Newson had taken over Schneep’s case, and she knew Newson hated him. How could she just stand by and leave this situation alone? So, if by ‘alright’ you meant ‘functional and willing to help others,’ then yes, she was alright. “I’m fine, thanks,” Laurens said. “Should I just wait for Newson here?”
“Uh...yeah, that would be great.”
Laurens took a seat in the reception area, looking around. It seemed a bit surreal to be back here after...everything with Anti and Jackie. Like she was last here years ago, instead of just a few months.
About five minutes later, footsteps came down the hall, and Laurens stood up as Newson appeared. Newson’s eyes immediately locked onto her, and she froze. “Wh—Rya?”
“Yes, it’s me,” Laurens stated.
Newson gaped at her, then rushed over to stand in front of her. “You’re okay! Oh my god, I—we were so worried!”
“Really?” Laurens asked, not bothering to hide the surprise in her voice. “I mean...from what I remembered, you were probably going to fire me—”
“No! I mean—I—” Newson stammered. “I didn’t want you to—look, I may have made a bit of a rushed judgement that day, and I...would hate for that to be the last thing I ever said to you. You truly are great at your job, a-and a great person as well. And I’m not going to fire you.”
“Great,” Laurens nodded. “In that case, can I take my patient back please?”
“Wh—” Newson seemed taken aback by the question stated so clearly. “I...mean...”
“Because I don’t believe that your methods work well with him,” Laurens said, voice and expression deadpan. “Unless something has changed in the two months I’ve been gone.”
“I...” Newson cleared her throat, collecting herself. “Of course you can take the case again. Do understand that I—hello, can I help you?”
Laurens turned around. A tall woman in a black raincoat had just entered the reception area, carrying a briefcase. “Actually, yes,” the woman said. “I’m looking for Dr. Jennifer Newson.”
“That would be me,” Newson said, patting down her coat and smiling cordially. “Do you need something?”
“Ah. My name is Aja Bakshi, I am from Henson & Singh At Law.” Bakshi set her briefcase on the reception desk, opening it up and slapping a piece of paper covered in type down on the surface. “My client wishes to sue you for malpractice, negligence, and abuse of power with your position. This is the notice, details are included on it, as well as my phone number.”
Newson was left speechless. She just stared at Bakshi, absolutely shocked, her wide-eyed gaping expression somewhat reminiscent of a fish. Laurens had to bite back a smile as the thought occurred to her. “Uh...” Newson finally said. “Who...who’s suing me?”
“Details are on the notice, Dr. Newson,” Bakshi said calmly. “We have scheduled a court hearing for the 23rd. We expect to see you there.” And with that, Bakshi snapped the briefcase closed, and turned on her heel and left, door swinging closed behind her.
“Uh...Dr. Newson, are you alright?” Theresa asked.
Newson didn’t answer, instead picking up the paper and scanning it over. “Maher...?” she muttered. “I know that name...”
“Well, I’ll leave you to that,” Dr. Laurens said. “For now, I’d like to see my patient. But I seem to have lost my keycard.”
Newson looked up sharply. “Uh...right. I’ll call Oliver Hopkins, he can take you to the room. Can you get a coat on with your arm like that? Dress code, and all. We have some in—”
“In the back room, I know,” Laurens said. “I’ll meet Oliver there, then.”
About ten minutes later, Laurens had made her way to the back room and pulled on a white coat over her cast before replacing her arm in her sling.
“...Doc?”
Laurens glanced over, watching as Oliver rounded the corner. She smiled. “Hello, Oliver. Your phone is poking out of your pocket, by the way. Be careful.”
Oliver laughed, and wiped his eyes. “Holy shit, you’re okay. I mean, your arm, but. You know.”
“I do know, thank you,” Laurens chuckled. She then sighed. “Anyway, I wanted to check on Schneep. I don’t think I’ll be able to start a session until tomorrow, after I get all the stuff sorted out for coming back, but I...just want to see if he’s alright.”
Oliver winced. “That’s a...that’s a good idea.”
Listening to his tone, Laurens was suddenly shot through with worry. Part of her had wondered if her concern was a bit strange, especially for a therapist-patient relationship, but that one sentence was proof she was justified. “Alright...let’s go down to his room, then.” Laurens turned and started down the hall.
“Uh, Doc?” Oliver called. “He’s not in his room. He’s in the quiet room.”
Laurens stopped, turning around to look at him. “...well,” she said. “Let’s get him out of there, then.”
“Yeah, uh. Good idea,” Oliver muttered. “I should probably tell you that he’s been in there a couple times, and he...doesn’t react well to it.”
“Of course he doesn’t,” Laurens muttered, already heading down the hall in the other direction. Honestly, they should just call the room what it actually was: solitary. She supposed it wasn’t a bad idea in principle; sometimes the more hostile patients needed a place to cool down where they couldn’t hurt anyone or themselves. But in situations like this, locking someone in a room alone did more harm than good. Especially now that she knew what had actually happened to Schneep in the nine months he disappeared.
The door to the quiet room looked identical to all the other rooms in the older wing of the hospital, with the only exception being that it didn’t have a room number. But once Oliver opened the door, it became clear what made this room so different. It was the only place in the entire building that had its walls padded, and there was no furniture inside except for a bedframe with a mattress but nothing else. Laurens stepped into the room, looking around. She quickly spotted the figure curled up on the floor in the corner. “Schneep?” She called softly.
Schneep had his arms wrapped around his head, but upon hearing his name, he flinched and moved them enough to see out at her.
“Hey, it’s me,” Laurens said, keeping her voice friendly. “Remember me?”
“Hm.” The small sound wasn’t a confirmation or a denial. Schneep’s eyes darted towards the doorway, with Oliver standing in it.
Laurens looked back towards the doorway as well. Get out of sight, she mouthed. Oliver looked hesitant, but stepped to the side, out of view. Laurens looked back towards Schneep, taking a few steps forward. “Schneep, I need you to answer me. Do you remember me?”
“...Jackie?” Schneep said, his voice hoarse.
“No, I’m not Jackie,” Laurens said. She took a few more steps forward, then got down to kneel on the floor. “You’re not with Jackie right now. You’re in the hospital, remember?”
This seemed to confused Schneep for a bit, but he loosened up, uncovering his head as he realized Laurens wasn’t a threat. “Hospital...” he muttered. “Which one?”
“Silver Hills,” Laurens said.
A short pause. “You are...not lying?” Immediately after asking the question, Schneep laughed. “You would say you are not, either way.”
“I wouldn’t lie about where you are, Schneep,” Laurens said quietly. “I wouldn’t trick you like that.” She paused for a moment, gauging Schneep’s reaction. “Do you need anything?”
“Do I...?” The question threw him off for a bit. “I...I do not want to be here. No, no. Not here.”
“Alright, then let’s go.” Laurens held out her hand, palm-up. Schneep flinched away for a moment, but then reached out and grabbed it. “We’re going to stand up now, okay?”
Schneep nodded, and Laurens unfolded herself from her kneeling position, awkwardly doing her best to stand up without using her arms. After a few moments of trying, she succeeded, and helped pull Schneep to his feet. He immediately stumbled, leaning against her. Laurens gasped slightly, noting the cloudy look in Schneep’s eyes and the way he was shaking a bit. There was no reason for him to be this heavily sedated. “How’re you feeling?” Laurens asked.
“Hmm...cotton,” Schneep said.
“I see. Can you walk?”
“I...I think so, yes.” Despite this assertion, when Laurens started to walk, Schneep only stumbled and almost fell.
“Whoa, take it easy,” Laurens said. “I’m going to call someone who can help, alright?”
“Al...yes.”
Laurens looked toward the doorway. Oliver had poked his head into view, making eye contact with her. She nodded, and he came into the room, silently lifting Schneep into a carrying position. Schneep didn’t protest. “We’re going back to your room, Schneep,” Laurens said. “Okay?”
Schneep paused. Then: “You are the doctor.”
“Yes, I am a doctor. So are you.”
“I know. I mean, you are...you stopped coming,” Schneep mumbled.
Laurens nodded. “Yes, but I didn’t want to. I would’ve kept coming if I could. But now I’m back.”
“Very good. Good that you are alright.” Schneep sighed. “Can we please leave here?”
“Yes, we’re leaving right now,” Laurens said. She started heading to the door, glancing back to make sure Oliver and Schneep were following her. They were.
She sighed gently. This was Newson’s fault, she knew it. But now, hopefully, they wouldn’t have to struggle with that for much longer.
—————— 
“Siri, what does GCS stand for?”
Jackie suddenly snapped to attention, almost hitting his head on the corner of the table. God, he hadn’t even heard Anti come into the room; he must’ve been buried deep in a daydream. Though, honestly, he couldn’t blame himself for that. It was much preferable to be in a daydream world than reality right now. In a daydream, he was able to forget about the cotton taste of the gag in his mouth, and the awkward angle his arms were handcuffed behind his back and around a table leg.
“Okay, I found this on the web,” said the robotic voice of Siri.
Anti was lounging on one of the apartment’s armchairs, dressed in an outfit that...wasn’t exactly his usual style. Jackie was oddly reminded of the way Chase dressed. Anti’s green glass eye had been replaced with a blue one, but he still had the old watch around his neck. “Three to five is good, then,” he muttered to himself. Anti glanced up, noticing Jackie staring at him. “Expecting something, hoodie man?”
Jackie flinched, and looked away, fixing his eyes on a water stain on the wall. He heard the sound of Anti shifting position, but didn’t look back.
Thwack!
A silver blade embedded itself in the wall inches from Jackie’s nose. Jackie cried out, flinging himself backwards and hitting his head against the table leg. Anti laughed. “God, you look like you just had a heart attack!” He paused. “Actually...Hey Siri, what do I do if someone has a heart attack?”
“Okay, I found this on the web.”
Jackie squeezed his eyes shut, trying to take deep, calm breaths. It was difficult, to say the least. Part of him wanted to shout at Anti, ask him what he wanted with him. The rest of him knew that would be a terrible idea, even if he could speak.
This wouldn’t last forever, would it? Something had to change. Or at least, that’s what he told himself.
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Happy Sunday. Hope it’s a good one for you. 
So, potential crisis averted, time for some more wedding planning type stuff.
Thanks to @mo-nighean-rouge, @wickedgoodbooks, @happytoobserve and to you all for reading, liking, reblogging and commenting.
Chapter 18: An Exquisite Ensemble
Anthony Marantino: "You want pasta, you go to Little ltaly. You want wedding, you go Wang."
Sex and the City
Claire staggered into the living room, her arms full of magazines which she unceremoniously dumped onto the coffee table.
Jamie raised a quizzical eyebrow. “Little light reading there, Sassenach? Bit different from the usual blood and gore.”
He picked up an issue of You and Your Wedding and flicked through the glossy pages, pausing on a page entitled ‘The Ultimate Guide to Bridal Lingerie’.
“Mebbe I’ll jes’ be having a look through these meself. Some interesting articles here,” he said as his eyes focused on an Agent Provocateur demi cup plunge bra with matching thong.
Claire sighed. “Geillis got them for me. She can’t believe that I haven’t bought my dress yet. She reckons it’s the single most important choice I make.”
Jamie tore his attention away from the magazine. “I canna believe it either. I thought ye’d be sorted by now.”
“But it’s because everyone tells me how important the dress is. What style do I go for? How am I expected to know? And when we look back in thirty years’ time, I don’t want us to laugh at my choice. So, Geillis is taking me shopping. And apparently, we’re not coming home until the dress is chosen.”
“Weel, I know ye’ll be stunning whatever ye wear.”
He stood up and stretched. “I’m off fer a quick shower before Geneva drops William here. I’m that sweaty from the gym. And Geneva wants tae talk about the bairn’s first day at nursery tomorrow.”
“And,” Jamie paused and turned dramatically in the doorframe. “Fer yer information, the dress isna the most important choice, Sassenach. Ye already made it when ye said yes in Ned’s office.”
Claire settled herself on the sofa and picked one of the magazines at random. Opening Brides magazine, she studied the images, hoping for sudden inspiration. So many decisions… long, short, slinky, strapless, ivory, blush, white. And how would she manage in one of these frocks all day, she asked herself. How would she even go to the loo?
She was normally so sure of her decisions, but this was totally outside of her comfort zone. Claire sighed again. Thank goodness for Geillis. Without her, Claire had a feeling that she would be totally lost in this minefield of satin and lace.
The sound of the doorbell pulled Claire from her musings. Abandoning her magazines, she made for the front door, only pausing at the bottom of the stairs to call for Jamie, with no response -- the sound of the shower drowning out her summons.
She pasted a cool, polite smile on her face as she opened the door to Geneva. The smile as she bent to greet William, squirming in his car seat, was, however, full of genuine warmth.
Claire straightened up. “Hello, Geneva. Please come in.”
Geneva led the way into the living room.
“Jamie’s just having a shower,” Claire explained as Geneva placed the car seat on the floor and began to unstrap the baby.
Geneva turned to respond and noticed the selection of bridal magazines strewn across the coffee table.
“Little late in the day to be having second thoughts about the dress,” she commented, idly picking up one of the magazines.
“No,” Claire quickly clarified. “I’ve not bought the dress yet. I’m going this week with my best friend.”
Geneva appeared stunned. “But… surely not. You need at least four months for a bespoke gown. I suppose one could get away with three months… if one was a standard sample size, for example.”
She eyed Claire’s hips disparagingly.
Claire smiled politely and tried to remain calm. “Oh, I don’t want a bespoke or designer dress. I think Debenhams has a good selection.”
Geneva barely suppressed a shudder.
“Oh, off the peg.”
She closed her eyes and shook her head dramatically as if trying to remove this incredibly distasteful image from her brain.
Claire said nothing in response. There was nothing to say. This was her wedding, planned exactly how she and Jamie wanted and no snide little digs from Geneva would make her change a single thing about the day. Yes, it would be totally different from any wedding Geneva may plan… a different groom for example…
Geneva finally managed to overcome her abhorrence and opened her eyes. She glanced at the magazines once more before lifting the edge of one to reveal a set of photos underneath. Deliberately she picked them up, slowly studying each glossy image, the photographer capturing different aspects of the subject’s character reflected in those amber eyes -- the laughter, the dreams, the warmth, the knowing glint.
“You've been photographed by Simon Winchester?” Geneva asked, somewhat incredulously. She touched the photograph’s watermark as if to check it’s authenticity. “But he rarely does private commissions.”
“Aye, weel…” Jamie entered and immediately picked a slightly disgruntled William up, lifting him high in the air and blowing raspberries against the baby’s tummy.
William, content to be the centre of attention once more, chuckled happily and pawed at his father’s face.
Jamie continued as he snuggled the baby close to his chest. “Weel, it was fer our latest advertising campaign… in Japan. We decided tae use Claire as our model. Her eyes match the whisky. And I canna think of a better combination… the wildness of the heather clad hills, the powerful complex flavours of the dram and the beauty and honesty of those eyes. The windows to the soul, are they no’?”
Geneva bit her lip as she carefully placed the photos back on the table.
“What a wonderful idea,” she exclaimed, her tone giving an indication of her true sentiments. “Congratulations, Claire, what an exceptional opportunity for you to work with such a talented photographer. And, I must say…”
She glanced down at the photos again.
“... he really is a master of photoshopping techniques.”
Jamie made no response, trying to ignore that comment, born out of simple jealousy, and considered moving the subject on to William’s first full day at nursery. He looked across at Claire, a small amused smile playing across her lips as she watched Geneva studying the photos. She was obviously willing to rise above Geneva’s petty spite… Jamie decided he wasn’t. He wanted Geneva to know what he thought.
“No photoshop needed at all, Geneva. ‘Tis all natural. And I ken they’ll be a big hit in all the Japanese advertising… those eyes… seen and admired by millions.”
He paused for a moment to let his comments register with Geneva.
“Right, so, William’s first full day at nursery. What do I need tae know?”
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“She said what?” Geillis spluttered as she quickly put her coffee cup back on the table. “Photoshop, how dare she? That’s pure spite, that is. She’s only jealous because Jamie wouldna have ever wanted her tae do that. Sae, what happened then?”
“Well, that was pretty much it. Jamie put her right on the whole photoshopping thing and then they started talking about William.”
“But, come on, Claire,” Geillis persisted. “Admit it. Ye must have had a wee bit of satisfaction from it. Rubbing her nose in it, like?”
“Well, I didn’t rub her nose in it. I played it low key. But,” Claire smiled at the memory. “Yes, it was really damn satisfying. Especially when she’d already made snide comments about me not going for a designer wedding dress, but an ‘off the peg’... and cast dubious glances at the size of my hips.”
“But G,” she continued. “Does it bother you, as my maid of honour, not having an expensive designer dress?”
Geillis patted Claire’s hand comfortingly. “Dinna fash. This is yer day and ye’re going tae wear whatever ye want. It doesna bother me at all. All I want is tae see ma best friend wed the man that she loves. And I will wear whatever ye want me tae wear.”
“Mind ye,” Geillis added with a wink. “With ma natural style and grace, I could make a bin bag look haute couture. Now, come on, drink up. We are no’ going home until we’ve found the dress fer ye.”
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Claire perched awkwardly on the upholstered chair in the changing room, trying hard not to look in any of the many mirrors, currently reflecting her underwear-clad image from every angle. Although -- she sneaked a peek -- at least she had remembered to wear one of her better (and matching) sets of underwear for this occasion.
It had been an inspired decision of Geillis’s to book an appointment with the store’s personal shopper, resulting, clearly, in a better class of changing room, complete with plush upholstery, gilt edged mirrors and a proper wooden door, rather than a curtain not quite wide enough for the frame.
The personal shopper (“Och, call me Diane, I’ve a feeling we’ll be here fer hours!l) had gone on a quest for an assortment of gowns, with Geillis in tow, unwilling to trust Diane’s professional instincts.
A tap at the door heralded the arrival of the frocks. Geillis led the way, followed by a long rack pushed by Diane, a plethora of sequins, satin and lace cascading from the hangers. Claire’s heart sank at the abundance of frills.
Geillis gave a shrug. “They werena all ma choice, ye ken.”
Diane gave a bright smile. “Och, I ken ye said simple but there’s nae harm in looking, is there? And ye canna always tell until ye’ve the dress on.”
Claire began rifling through the dresses, muttering to herself as she passed each one by. Suddenly her hands stilled, and she took a step back, casting her eyes up and down the dress now on display.
“This is it.” Claire stated simply.
“Ok,” Diane began to remove the dress from its protective plastic. “Ye canna say this is the one, but it’s a start. Ye pop yerself behind that screen and we’ll try it on ye.”
Claire felt a thrill of excitement as she watched Diane unzip the dress and then slowly lower it for her to step into. The ivory fabric slid easily over her curves as the zip was fastened once more.
“Like a glove,” Diane breathed as she beckoned Claire from behind the screen towards the full length mirrors.
Claire gazed at her reflection. The ivory satin overlaid with a delicate lace skimmed the contours of her body. The Bardot neckline enhanced the smooth, creamy skin of her shoulders. A trail of tiny buttons led down her back towards the swell of her bottom. Gently fitted to her curves, it fell to the ground before flaring out slightly into a small train.
She tentatively took a couple more steps in the dress, testing the freedom of movement. Geillis watched, her eyes glistening with moisture.
“Christ, Claire,” Geillis exclaimed. “It’s breathtaking.”
Claire turned to her. “This is it,” she repeated.
“I’ll admit, ye look awfa bonnie in that dress, but ye canna be trying on jes’ one dress.” Diane gestured to the large rack.
Claire sighed, unwilling to take the dress off. Finally, she agreed, allowing Diane to put it back in it’s plastic covering and continued to rifle through the rack. Towards the back, she pulled out another hanger and passed it to Diane.
“I’ll try this one on then.”
Claire twirled in front of the mirror, watching the full skirt float around her before coming to a halt to critically study the dress.
It was, in Claire’s mind, undoubtedly a very nice dress. She had always been very fond of the Grecian style and in many ways it would be a more practical dress -- definitely easier to go to the loo and she wouldn’t have to wear a strapless bra with it. And yet…
She looked across at Geillis, who smiled politely. “Aw, it’s a nice dress, but…”
Claire smiled. “I know. That’s how I feel.”
She turned to Diane. “I know you think I should try on loads more dresses and really look around, but I love that first dress so much. I feel wonderful in it. Nothing’s going to be better than that.”
“And ye look so beautiful in it, Claire. I ken ye’re making the right choice.” Geillis agreed.
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Claire sipped her coffee happily. “I can't believe how easy that was. That dress is everything I wanted. And I can pick it up next week.”
“Aye, no’ much more tae do today.”
“What do you mean? Oh, of course your dress, Geillis. I was thinking bronze, satin… you can choose the style.”
Geillis licked the smears of chocolate brownie from her fingers. “Och, I ken exactly which dress I want. I’ve done ma research, ye ken. No, I mean ye, we still have the get yer underwear. A little gift for yer husband tae unwrap on yer wedding night. Start yer married life with a bang.”
Claire laughed. “And I suppose you have just the items in mind.”
“As a matter of fact I do… demure yet sexy, innocent yet hot, virginal yet wanton. Yer man will thank me right enough.”
“Well, lead me to this magical lingerie.” Claire began to gather her bags up, preparing to leave the café.
She paused. “And G, thank you for this, for all this. You’re my best friend and I can’t think of anyone better to share this with.”
Instinctively, Geillis gave Claire a warm hug. “Ye’re more than a friend, Claire. Like it or no’, ye’re family.”
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mymelodyheart · 4 years ago
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Highland Destiny Chapter 5 ~Dinner for Two~
They were standing in the middle of the lounge, suspended in time and space, between heaven and earth, looking into one another's eyes. Claire's hand was still in Jamie's, his fingers generating tiny sparks that surged erratically through her body, fanned into a flame with just a little pressure of touch. His eyes, dark with wanting, bore into her soul, sending delicious heat to her core. She felt the sudden rush of blood to her head as her heart raced, scattering all logic and reasoning into some unknown dark abyss. She tried to summon a memory from the past; Frank, Oxford, the hospital corridors, her parents, uncle Lamb... anything to keep her from drowning into Jamie's deep blue. But it was futile. She was falling, dropping, slipping, but she had no idea into where.
The electrically charged interlude was interrupted by the sound of ringing from Claire's iPhone, jarring them from their trance and making them both blink. "  Dhia  !" Jamie murmured under his breath as his hand released Claire's, to rub the nape of his neck.
Ding! Ding! Saved by the bell. 
O' sweet Lord Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ! Ding ding indeed!
Regaining a tiny bit of composure, Claire reached behind the back pocket of her jeans, extracting her phone. "I need to take this," she whispered hoarsely, barely audible.
He nodded and motioned with his hands towards the doorway as he made his way to the kitchen. She nodded back with an apologetic smile.
Seeing the image of the caller on her phone, Claire momentarily forgot Jaime and what just transpired. "Geillis, darling!"
"Hiya chick! How are you daein'? O' my God, o' my God ah heard from Joe yoo're in town. Sae, ye moved here for good?" answered an animated woman's voice in broad Glaswegian.
" Absobloodylootely – YES! Oh God, it's so good to hear your voice, Geillis. We ought to meet up as soon as possible. Listen, are you free Friday night? If so, let's catch up then. It has been bloody ages!"
"Och this is so excitin'! Aye definitely, let's meet up. Maybe Joe will come too. Ah cannae wait tae see you and show you our shop. By th' way, what's wrang wi' ye? Ye sound like ye hae bin runnin'. 'Tis a bad time?"
Claire twisted backwards to peek through the doorway. She saw Jamie leaning over the sink, splashing water to his face and neck and felt the heat crept up her own. "Well, kind of. Look, sorry to make this short but got to go. I promise to call you first thing tomorrow. Is Scotch & Rye Pub on Friday at 7 ok? I've been told that its the place to be. We can grab some fish and chips if you fancy."
"Brilliant, sorted! Scotch & Rye pub it is then Friday at 7! Ah cannae wait. An', och, Claire...you hae a laddie there wi' ye?" She can almost see her friend's cheeks dimpling and giving a wicked wink.
"Sod off, Geillis!"   She always knows, the bloody cow!   With that, Claire turned off her phone.
Although she was so thrilled to hear from her friend, the call was a welcomed distraction. Geillis was one of her closest mates in Oxford in medical school. And along with Joe, they were the three Musketeers in the campus until Geillis dropped out. In the earlier days, she developed an interest in Alternative Healing after joining a movement against big pharmaceutical companies; hence, she left her medical studies and followed her boyfriend to Inverness to set up a health and herb shop.
Claire was staring at the phone in her hand when Jamie walked back in. He leaned on the doorway, smiling, his breadth blocking the light from the corridor. "Hey, Sassenach. Shall we start dinner?"
She smiled back. "Sure!" And she followed him to the kitchen taking his outreached hand.
..........
In the next half hour, Claire busied herself with dinner's preparation while Jamie chopped the shallots and washed the chanterelles. Still rattled from earlier, she carefully stirred their conversation onto something neutral and avoided eye contact, but working in such a small area, touching was unavoidable. A couple of times, he had to place his hands on her hips as he navigated narrow spaces, and his mere touch sent bolts of heat coursing through her body. But with his laid-back and relaxed manner, it wasn't long before they were back to bantering and joking. Once the chanterelles had been sauteed, and the rice and shallot simmering in broth and wine, she left him to continue cooking while she washed and changed.
Drying herself after a quick shower and shave, Claire was very conscious of Jaime in the other room. Just knowing that he was there under the same roof was enough to make her heart do somersaults. She could hear him moving about as the wooden floors creaked and the pots and pans banged. For a very big man, he looked right at home and comfortable working in the kitchen.
In her bedroom, she looked for something to wear but looking into her wardrobe, there wasn't really a lot of choices.   Well, it's only Jamie anyway, it's not like it's a date!
Well Beauchamp, ready for round 2? Ding! Ding!
Wot round 2? There will be no round 2.
So why did you shave your legs?
Rubbish! I always shave my legs.
Liar, liar, pants on fire!
Annoyed with herself, she decided to put on a pair of black leggings, an over-sized sweatshirt emblazoned, OXFORD and white woollen socks. She twisted her hair to the top of her head and fastened it with a hair clasp after giving up on taming her wayward curls. Looking into the mirror, she scrunched her nose and poked her tongue out. 
Ok, Beauchamp, let's do this! 
Do what? 
Get laid? 
Not gonna happen. 
But you want to. 
I do not! 
Liar, Liar, Pants on fire!
Sod off!
Satisfied with her reflection, she went to the kitchen.
When Claire walked in, Jaime was in the process of opening a bottle of Chablis. He gave her one of those heart-dropping smiles as he took in the sight of her. His eyes travelled up and down, lingering for a moment at her breast.   Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ! Can he tell I don't have a bra?   She quickly reached down to touch the hem of her sweatshirt to check its thickness. Taking it as an awkward moment, Jamie reached out and guided her to the table, placing a hand on the small of her back. The scent of her favourite food made her stomach growl ferociously. He must have heard her belly rumble. "Hungry Sassenach? he said with a grin.
She was pleasantly surprised to see that Jamie did make himself at home. There was nothing else for her to do: the table was set, the green salad dressed, her flowers haphazardly arranged in the vase and placed on a side table, and he even had a few of her scented candles burning. In the background, she could hear L-O-V-E song by Nat King Cole playing softly in the lounge. In spite of her nervousness, she couldn't help but smile. Maybe the hunger was getting the better of her.
"Very hungry, indeed!" she replied. Then cocking her head, she exclaimed, "Oh my God, Jaime, you have Uncle Lambs record player working! Sorry, I don't have any sound system set up yet. It's been a hectic during the last few days. There's still a lot of things I need to do with this house."
"Och, dinna fash Sassenach. I love old music and light jazz. We still have my grand parent's record player in our family home, and occasionally, we play some of my ma's collections for 'ol time sake. I hope you dinna mind me going through your uncle's records."
"No of course not, that's what it's there for. Maybe after dinner, we can go through some and listen to some old jig."
"That's grand, Sassenach!" He took her hand and kissed the inside of her palm.
Over the next couple of hours, Jamie and Claire got better acquainted over Rissotto and wine. As the evening progressed, Claire began to relax and enjoy herself as they exchanged stories about their families and life. She found Jamie charming, and like most Scots, he was born a storyteller. He spoke of his late parents and his sister in Lallybroch where he grew up, and in return, she reciprocated in kind and spoke of her travels to archaeological sites with Uncle Lamb and what she can remember of her parents.
After dinner, they moved to the lounge to listen to records. While Jamie lit up the log burner and prepared the whisky and tumblers, Claire fixed a tray of strawberries and cream and coffee. Claire couldn't help notice how at ease Jamie was - he looked like he's lived in Uncle Lamb's cottage forever. For the first time she arrived in Inverness, Claire felt at home, and she wondered if it had to do with Jamie.
..........
Three-quarters of the whisky bottle later, Jamie and Claire collapsed on the floor, spent from laughing so much, after attempting to dance the can-can to Sinatra's "New York, New York." Jamie was a terrible dancer, and Claire couldn't help but giggle her way through the routine. After a few more twirls and twists, they decided to call it a night. She didn't want the evening to end, but it was getting rather late. 
Claire got up from the floor and holding up an almost empty bottle in the air, she announced, before slumping on the sofa, "Ok, Jamie, last drink. I'm totally knackered."
Jamie followed suit, but instead of sitting beside her, he sat down on the coffee table facing her. He reached out and took her hands between his own. This time, there was no hint of seduction or suggestion of flirt. "Sassenach, thank ye so much for a lovely evening. I've never laughed so much in my life, but I will need a taxi, I canna drive back home in my state," he said with a slight slur.
"Rubbish, you can stay here, there's plenty of room. I won't have you driving after drinking so much, and you can have my bed, it's the biggest in the house. I'll take the guest room," Claire insisted. She tried to stand up but swayed a bit. As she regained her balance, she looked up at him and smiled. "And Jaime, I had a wonderful time too. Thank you." Claire got on her tip-toes and gave Jamie a kiss on the cheek before swaggering backwards. She giggled. "Ooops."
"Weel, if ye don't mind, then I don't mind either." Jamie slightly unsteady on his feet, caught Claire by the elbows and laughed.
Claire peered into the almost empty bottle of whisky and poured the rest in each of the tumblers. "Good! That's settled then. And no, I don't mind at all. Last drink?" she said, handing a glass to Jaime.
"Aye." And raising his glass, he made a toast. "Slange var Sassenach!"
Claire wobbling on her feet managed to raise her glass, laughing. "Cheers mate!"
After downing their whisky, Claire handed the glasses and empty bottles to Jamie. "Right, I'll go and get some fresh sheets, and you can bring these in the kitchen. Then off to bed."
"To bed or to sleep?" he asked mischievously with a glint in his eyes.
"Ha-ha,"
Claire hurried to the bedroom, slightly zig-zagging as she made her way. That last remark from Jamie made her conscious of him all over again.   Damn you, Jaime!   As she was getting some fresh linens from the cupboard, she heard a thump and glasses falli
"Jamie, are you alright?" She went quickly to the kitchen and found Jamie taking off his shirt stained with wine. On the floor were shards of glass and spilt leftover wine.
"Och sorry Sassenach, I'm not familiar with your house, and I forgot you had boxes laid there. I tripped over them."
Claire thinking he might be still shaky on his feet due to intoxication, pulled him away from the broken glasses. "It's alright, Jamie. Just stand back a little please." After cleaning up, she went over to him to see if he had a cut. "Let me see you hands Jamie."
"Dinna fash Sassenach, it's just a wee cut." He held up his thumb, and she saw there was a shard sticking out. She quickly went to her first aid kit drawer, to get a tweezer, iodine and some cotton. It was a small cut, but the shard had to be taken out. 
Holding Jaime's thumb to the light, she pulled the glass out from the cut, and fresh blood started to flow. Without thinking, as if it was the most natural thing to do, Claire put his thumb to her mouth to suck the blood.   Oh, sweet Mother Mary, what did I just do?    She only came to her senses when she felt Jaime drew a sharp intake of breath. She felt embarrassed. Feeling idiotic and foolish, Claire didn't dare look up to Jaime and slowly released his hand. Head bowed, she realised he had taken off his shirt after forgetting about it for a moment. As her eyes wandered to his naked torso, she noticed his hard washboard abs and the movement of his breathing. On the hollow of his navel, ran a trail of dark reddish-gold hair that disappeared into his jeans. The thought of running her finger on that trail made the insides of her legs quiver. The skin on her face and neck turned hot.   Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, what have I done, and what am I thinking?
"Sassenach, are you alright?" Jaime said softly as he lifted her chin to look him in the eye. What she saw in Jaime's eye was a concern, instead of his usual mischief. She can only nod, too aware of Jamie's naked torso "You dinna need to be scairt of me - I wouldna force me on you." He paused, taking her hand. "But I would verra much like to kiss you. Would you mind?"
Point of no return, she swallowed. "No Jaime, I wouldn't mind." She paused and then continued, her voice sounding raspy to her ears. "Please kiss me," Then she placed her cool hands on his hard abdomen. 
The moment, Claire touched him, he felt his body was on fire. He thought of the other women in his life in the past,   Louise, Geneva, Annalise, Laoghair e, and looking back, he realised how shallow they have been. The sex was always a welcome release, but beyond that, there was nothing. With Claire, everything came naturally; he was himself, he can laugh, and most of all, she was herself. He looked down at the woman before him but still found himself confused with what he was feeling. 
Jaime, staring into Claire's golden caramel eyes, slowly lowered his head, one hand behind her neck and the other on her waist, pulling her against him. Their lips met, just the lightest touch, but it was enough to send electricity sparks across every nerve ending. It was just a grazing of lips, but he was shaken to the core. He pulled away, his heart hammering, taking shallow breaths. He looked at Claire's beautiful face, her eyes were closed and her lips lightly parted.   Dhia!   Unable to contain himself, he pulled her back once more, this time into a more passionate and intense kiss. He gently thrust his tongue to the opening of her mouth, parting them to delve inside, teasing and probing until she made whimpering sounds. Her own kisses became hot and urgent, her arms snaking around his neck while her fingers ran through his hair, and this made him kiss her harder more. Standing on tiptoes, she pressed her body closer, crushing her breast against his hard chest, sending pleasures down his groin and making Jamie groan.
They pulled away for air, and Jamie searched Claire's face. "Sassenach, I want ye so much, I can scarcely breathe. Will ye have me?" His voice cracked.
He thought his heart would burst when she nodded. 
Feeling emboldened, Jamie then hoisted Claire on to the kitchen counter and clumsily pulled up her sweatshirt, releasing her hair from its clasp and revealing her white breasts. Her curly mass came tumbling down, and Jamie ran his hands through them, raining her neck with urgent kisses and nibbling her earlobes. "  Mo Nighean Donn,"   he whispered. Her legs automatically wrapped themselves around his waist, and she arched her back as an invitation, Jamie's Gaelic endearments making her wild. "Christ Claire, ye are so beautiful!" Jamie whispered in a ragged voice.
Claire moaned loudly as he lowered his head to suckle at each breast, paying homage to each erect nipple. Then his tongue started its frenzied exploration on her skin as his hands tugged at the waistband of her leggings. Once released from the constriction of clothing, Claire said in a husky voice, "Take off your pants, I want you now." 
Seeing Claire exposed on the kitchen counter with her legs apart, was enough to drive Jamie wild with lust. He quickly unbuckled his belt and lowered his jeans without taking his eyes off Claire. Relieved of his jeans, he gathered her into a crushing embrace, his hands fondling her round arse, pressing his hardness against her. Her hips started to rotate, wrapping her legs tighter. He reached down between her thighs, and the feel of her slippery wetness made him groan and grab her thighs even tighter. "Jamie, I want you inside me, please."
Hearing the plea, Jamie lifted her with ease, spreading her legs as he pinned her against the wall. Without a word, he plunged his cock into her wetness. Jamie silenced her cries with a hard kiss thrusting his tongue in the same rhythm as his cock. After a moment, breathing hard, he released her lips, biting and kissing her neck, his hands tightening their hold on her arse as he rammed into her, slamming Claire's back against the kitchen wall. She whispered "harder," and "deeper" as she bit him hard on the neck, which drove Jamie to the edge. He did as she asked and more. As Claire let out a loud cry, her body began to convulse, making his balls tighten. Finding his own abrupt rush of release, Jamie arched his back as he thrust one last time and let out a grunt. 
They held each other for a long while, not speaking, not moving. Eventually, Jamie carried Claire to her bed. She was limp in his arms. As he laid her down, he slipped in under the duvet with her and gathered her close to him. They fitted perfectly. And then he whispered softly,   tha gaol agam ort mo chridhe.
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julemmaes · 5 years ago
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Alone together // part three
Matthew Fairchild and Lucie Herondale modern au
Okay I’m so so so so so sorry this is so late (and it sucks so I really don’t have any excuses) but I’ve been so caught up with my new gang (you don’t really wanna know about that) that I didn’t have time to do nothing.
I’m obviously blaming them cause it’s easier but reality is another one and it’s just that I’m a very shitty writer.
I wanna dedicate this part to one of my favourite human being. This is for you my love @taco-taco-belle, I hope you like it at least a little bit cause you’re literally the only reason I could do this:)
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"You gotta be shitting me." The guy took a break, laughing sarcastically and rubbing his hand to his face desperately. "You’re fucking with me." he whispered.
Lucie and Christopher, who were still arm in arm, exchanged a worried look before returning their attention to the empty shelf. The price tag as clear as the sun said Pot Noodles Original, but there wasn’t a single package in sight. It was as if suddenly everyone in London had decided to go to their trusted store and raided it.
Matthew seemed to be on the brink of a crisis.
Lucie was about to touch his arm, to get him away from what seemed to be his worst nightmare, but Christopher’s phone vibrated against her side. The boy didn’t seem to notice, and Lucie gave him a little nudge, "You got a message." Matthew turned to his friends, "If Jamie wants the noodles for Cordelia, tell him he can go fuck himself." Lucie chuckled and shook her head, thinking that if there was only one box and the message was really James’s, he would bring it to him running.
But Christopher’s expression was not amused at all, Lucie noticed, while reading the message. He paled, holding the phone tighter between his fingers, turning off the screen.
"Kit?" Matthew asked with a confused look, taking a step towards them to peek at who had texted him, but Christopher clutched his phone to his chest, looking lost. He blinked several times, trying to understand. Lucie and Matthew could almost feel the gears of his brain working, "It’s Grace, she..." he took a step back and the girl who was tied to his arm was forced to leave him. " I have to go, guys, I have to-" he interrupted, turning to Matthew, "I’m sorry Math, I can’t stay. I would stay if I could, you know, but I have to... I’ve got to go."
Matthew looked at Lucie worried, before shaking his head, "No, you don’t have to apologize. We’ll see you tomorrow." As soon as the words came out of the blond’s mouth, Christopher shot to the exit. Lucie remained motionless for a second before starting to chase after him, Matthew right behind her.
"Kit!" she screamed, trying to stop him, "What happened?"
They walked out of the store, waving at the owner, and Christopher stopped in the middle of the street, starting to walk backwards towards his car, "Something happened with Tatiana."
Lucie held her breath and heard Matthew whispering a soft shit.
Everyone knew Grace well.
When James had met her many years before he had managed to keep their friendship a secret for a few months, but his sister and his best friend had begun to notice strange behavior and they had asked him questions over questions until he gave in and told them everything. Grace’s parents had died when she was little and Tatiana, who had risked losing her son Jesse shortly before, had not thought twice about taking her under her wing, but things had become ugly in a very short time. She locked Grace in the house with her brother.
Tatiana had lost her father and her husband during a shooting in the centre and from that moment on, she had gone mad, locking herself in her small house in the countryside, far from everything and everyone, "far from the dangers of the city", she always told her brothers. She had closed herself up so much that Uncle Gabriel and Uncle Gideon had found out that she was pregnant only during the sixth month, when Tatiana was no longer able to hide it, avoiding to meet them inventing excuses not to let them visit.
"Do you need us to come along?" Matthew asked again as he began to walk with a quick pace towards Christopher, who shook his head "No, I have to go alone. I’ll call you if I need a hand." And then he turned around, got in the car and drove away.
Lucie took a deep breath, thinking about how hard this must have been for Grace, and how much Christopher already cared for the girl, to go help her in the middle of the night.
Damn, she should’ve gotten him to tell her what happened on their dates on the way to the market. Although with the distance between the house and the store she would surely be able to ask only the details of the first date, at least she would have done some gossip.
She was still tormenting her hands, thinking about her cousin, when Matthew put the scarf around her neck, placing it in her jacket, "Are you okay?" Lucie first looked at the scarf and then Matthew, with a raised eyebrow. He shrugged, "You were shaking, I’m fine even without it."
Lucie smiled at him and felt her stomach twist again as her cheeks turned red. She gritted her teeth, hoping he wouldn’t notice.
It had been a few weeks since she first realized that being around Matthew didn’t make her feel like it did before. That every night, when they met at the bar and their hands even just brushed, she needed a few seconds to recover from their contact. That every smile he gave her was like a fist to the chest pushing all the air out of her lungs.
There had been one episode in particular, that Lucie had decided not to tell anyone, in which he had passed behind her, laying his hands on her hips not to make her trip and she had dropped the two drinks she had just prepared, too shocked by the reaction of her body, which felt like electricity had just passed through her. Matthew had immediately moved her from the broken glass by lifting her up into the air and placing her behind him and then started to clean in her place, without saying a word. For that thing she got a very shitty lecture and had to apologize several times to Catarina, the owner of the bar.
"Are you listening to me, Lu?"
Lucie withdrew from her thoughts, nodding absentmindedly, "Sorry." she said shrugging, "It’s just that we’re all so exhausted from work and these-" she shook her hands midair, as if to indicate everything that was going on in their lives lately, "These things and we meet every night, that’s true, but I see how everyone would prefere to stay home and sleep."
"I don’t think they feel forced." Matthew answered with an arched eyebrow as he was shaken by a shiver. Lucie frowned, starting to undo her scarf, but a warm hand landed on hers and her brain shorted out again. "No, you keep it, I’m not cold." he smiled, moving a blonde strand that had fallen on his eyes. "If you start feeling too cold though, you tell me, I can survive a night without feeling warm."
"True, but you shouldn’t." He gave her a light thrust with his arm, winking at her.
Lucie flared up, focusing on not stepping on the pavement lines. "Anyway," she resumed, returning to the initial topic, "I’m not saying that they feel forced, I just think maybe we need a few days to relax." she scratched her forehead, squeezing her eyes for the light coming from inside the nearby Mc Donald’s. She saw Matthew nodding slightly.
He kept his eyes fixed on her, she could feel it. She felt it from the way every fiber of her being was yelling at her to move from his visual range or she would explode at any moment. She was going to talk, to ask him if he had done anything interesting last weekend (although she knew very well that he had stayed home to read the last drafts she had sent him) but she felt his hand slipping into hers and nearly choked on her own saliva. She looked from the ground to their hands and then, with a force she did not know he had, she looked at him.
Matthew’s green eyes were glimmering with an emotion that Lucie had only seen him turn to the people he had a relationship with. It was the same look Jesse had given her many times.
Matthew’s lips were bent up in a sincere smile, not into the one he reserved for the bar’s customers, but she noticed how they were twitching nervously and waiting for her reaction.
She gripped her fingers around Matthew’s hand and saw how his shoulders relaxed at that contact.
"I know a, uhm..." Lucie coughed, trying to clear her voice that had come out too low to be audible, and heard Matthew chuckled next to her, "I know a place where they make noodles 24/7. It takes a while to get there because it’s downtown, but it’s really nice."
"Lucie, if you’re kidding me right now, I swear I’m not talking to you anymore." Matthew had stopped, forcing her to stand in front of him, but the grip on her hand had become firmer and now their arms were a bridge between their bodies as they looked into each other’s eyes.
Lucie put her hand on her heart trying to hold back the laughs that threatened to come out seeing her friend’s face.
Matthew seemed to have seen the most beautiful thing in the world, his eyes glowed even more than before, and Lucie would have sworn to have seen a little drool dripping from his mouth before his tongue licked on his lower lip.
Lucie’s eyes darted away, "I swear on our friendship," Matthew made a coughing grin, taking a fist to cover his mouth, "that I am not lying to you and that the place is called Dear Lord, Ramen." a giggle escaped her control.
"Now I know for a fact that you’re fucking with me because there’s no way I don’t know about a place called like that." Matthew started walking again, this time closer to Lucie than he had ever been. So close that their shoes touched every step they took.
"Did I swear on our friendship or not?" she asked spying on his reaction with the corner of her eye.
She saw him nodding as if lost in thought and then they were silent for a while, while Lucie took them across the bridge to Potters Fields Park.
She began to feel her shoulders stiffen, perhaps she should not have specified that theirs was a friendship twice in a row, while they were holding hands at three o'clock in the middle of town when everyone else had left or stayed home because their other half was too tired to stay. God, now that Lucie was thinking about it, they were all alone because everyone else was holed up in their homes like old couples. Maybe Matthew was right, maybe they were all old dudes.
She cast a worried look in his direction trying to understand if her words had bothered him, but on Matthew’s face there was carelessness and what Lucie could only define as pure happiness. She relaxed again, detaching her hand from Matthew’s and before the boy could miss her presence, she put an arm around his and put their hands back together. He smiled at her, tilting his head to the side and leaving a kiss to her hair.
If someone had told her a few minutes before that the nigt would end with her and Matthew walking the cold streets of London, she would have never believed it.
They had just passed Christopher’s favorite cupcake shop, when Matthew interrupted that comfortable silence they had created, "Do you want to hear some bad noodle jokes?"
Lucie opened her eyes, smiling, "Of course I want to hear them."
Matthew cleared his throat, standing still, ready to recite the ugliest lines Lucie would ever hear in her whole life, she was sure, "Okay, then. What do you call a fake noodle?"
Lucie twisted her mouth thinking of an answer, "A needle?"
Matthew pulled back slightly, confusion in his eyes. "What? No-What?"
"I don’t know, I said the first thing I could think of." Lucie retorted.
"An impasta."
"Not funny, try harder."
"Rough crowd, I see." she scoffed, but he smiled widely, "My housemate told me he went to the noodle bar and got food poisoning..." he made a short break, to create suspance, "I was like ‘Why would you even order that? '"
Lucie sniffed a laugh through the nose, but nothing more. She turned to him, with an expression that said ‘can’t do anything better?'. Matthew then started making jokes over jokes, and even though Lucie seemed amused, nothing was really making her laugh. At least, that’s what she wanted the boy to believe. She was having the time of her life, and the fact that they were still holding hands was just a plus.
"Okay, since the good-guy jokes don’t seem to make you react, I’m gonna start with things a little bit… stronger."
Lucie tensed. The flirtatious behavior was a feature of Matthew’s. He always had it, and it was one of Lucie’s favorite things on the face of the earth, but in that moment, if he had made a sexual joke, she would probably have died on the spot. "Oh shut up. They were all beautiful and I’m dying of laughter." the fake laugh s made was one of the ugliest laughs either of them had ever heard, and that led to real laughter. Lucie hoped to have distracted Matthew from the idea of saying dirty things, but it didn’t seem to have worked when he stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, turning slightly towards her and placing her hair behind her ear.
He got menacingly closer and when his lips touched her skin, a shiver ran down her back, paralyzing her. She felt the hairs of her arms standing up and her cheeks reddening, when Matthew came even closer, crushing her against his chest, "What do girls and noodles have in common?"
Lucie closed her eyes, trying not to think about the closeness of their bodies or the fact that Matthew was talking noodles to her, which if she focused too much on would have ruined what had just been created there. If it wasn’t for every point where their bodies were catching on fire, she would probably have laughed out loud, but as she was struggling to catch her breath, laughing was something completely foreign in that moment. All she could come up with was a feeble, "I don’t know."
She felt as Matthew’s lips bent upwards against her ear, "They both wiggle when you eat them." His voice became more hoarse than she had ever heard and had to hold back the sound of awe that went up her throat. Her eyes fluttered open.
She was about to turn to him and Matthew’s lips brushed her cheek. And she knew that if she moved half an inch she could finally kiss him. She moved in his arms and he made her back away a few steps until her body fully adhered to the wall of the bulding. He put his hand on her cheek, pushed her face up towards him.
They were looking each other in the eye and Lucie had described that color so many times on the pages of her notebooks that this could only be a dream. She had tried to capture that spark that made them so alive with dozens of words, but nothing had ever done justice to that green that she loved so much.
"Matthew."
Their lips grazed and then the ringing of a phone cut through the silence. The boy jumped backwards making an exasperated noise. Lucie tilted her head back and slammed it against the wall, closing her eyes, annoyed, while Matthew answered the call.
Obviously their first kiss would not have been in that moment.
Obviously something had to go wrong and ruin everything.
"Anna?" He asked him with a confused look, as he approached Lucie again, placing his hand on her face gently and fixing her scarf, as if it were something he did every day. Both of them opened wide tehir eyes when the girl shrieked through the phone, "Where the hell is Christopher?"
"He had to go to Grace’s place. Why?"
Lucie pulled away from the wall, telling Matthew to put the phone next to her so she could hear better. A very bad feeling was forming at the mouth of her stomach.
"Because he just texted me, ‘If mom and dad ask you, I’m sleeping at your place, don’t worry.’” she said in a slightly calmer voice, but always worried, "As if writing such a thing at three o'clock at night was normal." Anna snorted. Lucie pictured her passing her hand in the hair. "I’m out with Ari, but if he needs anything, we’ll get to him immediately."
"Nono, don’t worry about it." Lucie immediately said, taking the phone from Matthew’s hand. She knew how little free time the two girls had since Ari started working full-time, and that was the first night that the two of them could go out without having to worry about setting up too much. "He asked us to stay out of it this time and in case he needs help, Math and I will go."
"Oh hello Luce." Anna’s voice seemed more than pleased to find out that her cousin was with Matthew at that time and when the girl turned a questioning look to the boy, he scratched his head embarrassed while shrugging. "All right, by the way."
"Don’t worry, Kit is distracted, we all know that, but he seemed more lucid than I’ve ever seen him in my entire life. Nothing will happen." Lucie reassured her, while Matthew shook his head agreeing with her.
"If you say so." Anna sighed, "What are you doing anyway? Are you always with the others?"
Lucie started coughing thinking about what they were going to do a few seconds before they were interrupted and Matthew took the phone, hitting his hand on her back. Lucie couldn’t hear what Anna was saying.
"No, we’re going to eat."
"Yeah at three, yes."
"I don’t know where it is."
"Why do you want to come? Isn’t it your date night?"
"Wait, I’m asking Lucie."
"It’s at the cross between Lafone St and Gainsford St." she said in a raspy voice before he could ask her anything. Matthew raised an eyebrow, raising a thumb up as a sign of question. Are you all right? Lucie nodded, coughing one last time. She had to start reacting better to the image of the boy’s lips on hers, or she’d die soon.
"Alright, meet us there in about 20 minutes."
"No, we won’t be late."
"Anna."
Matthew’s tone became a warning and Lucie immediately realized that her cousin was teasing him. Anna wasn’t stupid, and if there was one person that Math told his feelings for her about, it had to be Anna. Lucie grimaced at him and then heard laughter on the other side of the line.
"See you later and say hello to Ari." Matthew hang up and sighed deeply, staring at the phone with amused eyes for a moment. He put it back in his pocket and gave Lucie a shy smile. He offered her arm and they started walking again as if nothing had happened.
But something had happened. And she couldn’t stop thinking about the feeling of her lips so close to Matthew’s. And their breaths sharing the same air, or the name of the boy who came out like a prayer from her mouth.
They were now five minutes from the park when Matthew pulled away from her and clenched his fists, making Lucie’s eyebrows arch. She was gonna ask him if anything was wrong, if he’d rather go home or something, but he stopped for the third time and Lucie found herself thinking that they would never make it to the restaurant in time if he was about to push her against the nearest wall and started kissing her again and Anna would be right.
Probably if he kissed her right then, they’d never go to eat, and her house was just a few blocks away anyway.
But when Matthew turned, his face slightly pale, Lucie knew that there would be no new kisses. At least not that night. Because the expression on the boy’s face promised only broken dreams and hearts. She took a few steps back, embracing herself and trying not to look Matthew directly in the eye.
She knew she had hoped too much. She knew that night would be the only night she could pretend to be truly loved by someone. She knew Matthew would never consider her except as a friend. She’d already been in that situation, and if she could talk before the other one, maybe she could save herself the apology that someone had to make after an unwanted kiss.
"Lu I-" he whispered, turning a blind eye and rubbing his forehead, "shit."
"You don’t have to say it. I’ve already figured it out for myself." she said much more feebly than intended. "You’re lonely, I understand. It’s hard for me too to be in a group where everyone gets together and shows love to each other every five seconds." She smiled at him with watery eyes, always without meeting his eyes. She was fiddling with her fingernails, biting her lower lip. Don’t cry, don’t cry.
"Tonight was just a mistake, I get it. Really. But please don’t apologize." she replied with her eyes downcast. She didn’t want to hear it. If she said that, it would have hurt less, it would have been easier.
"What are you talking about?" Matthew asked, interrupting her train of thoughts.
Lucie felt brave enough to look up and Matthew had his eyes slightly opened, him mouth gaping, as if he didn’t understand why she was telling him all those things. "You mean… Are you saying that-" Matthew stuttered, taking a step towards her, putting his hands in his pocket, "Do you really think it was a mistake?"
Lucie swallowed visibly. She had never lied to Matthew. And she would not start now, even at the cost of making a fool of herself. She shook her head no lowering it again, but the surprised sigh that seemed almost a laugh from her friend made her raise an eyebrow.
"Oh Jesus, Lucie. How can you think those things," he sounded so happy, "after I almost kissed you against a wall and after we held hands for an hour?" he laughed. “I don’t go around holding hands with strangers, you know? I usually keep it for the special ones.”
Lucie felt a rush through her body, "You’re the one who started acting weird by letting go of my hand." she replied slightly raising her voice so that she could hear her.
Matthew laughed, "Yes, because I’m trying to tell you that I like you and I’m nervous, Lu."
Lucie’s head snapped up, and she finally looked Matthew right in the eye. His cheeks were red and he was torturing the edge of his jacket. Well, it was obvious he was nervous.
But she didn’t care that he wasn’t relaxed. She was more interested in the fact that the guy who had driven her crazy the last few months just told her he liked her.
"I thought," she shallowed again, "I thought you were gonna tell me it can’t work. I’ve been there, Math." Lucie noticed how he gritted his teeth before he spoke.
"Yes, I know. And it also seemed to me that we had already talked about the fact that the only one who lost something was him."
"I don’t want to talk about Jesse now." she murmured, approaching him.
He made a sly smile, "No, definitely." he placed a hand on her cheek and she leaned on that long-awaited touch.
"But I’d like to hear more on the subject ‘I like you’, you know?" she drawled positioning herself so that her chest was pushed against his body. She stretched her neck and laid a soft kiss to his jawline.
Matthew brought both his hands to her hips, "Oh yeah?" he kissed one cheek and then the other, blowing on her nose, before leaning his forehead against hers. "I like you, Lucie. I had for a long time."
She smiled calmly, starting to feel her eyes pinching.
"And I never did anything to make you understand that," he continued, "and I’m sorry I wasted all this time. But I’m not going to let you go now, if that’s what you want." he said in a soothing tone. His eyes still glimmering with that emotion so strong, so fierce, that lit up his whole face.
"Don’t let me go." she said with graceful simplicity.
Matthew stretched out to her and finally their lips touched, melting in that kiss.
They had waited so long, both unaware of each other’s feelings, yet their hands knew exactly where to rest and their lips and tongues how to dance.
Lucie had had the opportunity to kiss some boy, but she had never felt so alive. She had never felt her heart overflowing with joy.
And the boy before her, who was now breathing her as if his life depended on it, who had protected and reassured her when she needed it the most, whom she had considered as a brother for much of her life, but that was the furthest thing from a brother he could represent.
Lucie almost broke off screaming when Matthew’s phone rang again.
"Anna, fuck you, I just did it." he said, answering exasperated, passing a hand through his hair. Lucie burst into laughter when a chorus of joy from the two girls exploded on the other side of the phone. He saw Matthew looking at her with a satisfied smile. "We’re coming, but please don’t call again."
The boy didn’t even give her cousin the time to say  goodbye that he was on her again. Hands stuck in her hair and eyes closed as he kissed her desperately.
They just stood there and basked in that new sensation for a few more minutes and only when Lucie was fully satisfied and her lips were given the right attention they broke off. They burst out laughing, hugging again and holding on to each other.
"Let’s go eat noodles, Math." she said, taking him by the hand and pulling him towards the restaurant. "You deserve it."
But he stood still and looked at her, smiling too broadly. "What?" she asked, smiling faintly. He shook his head and began to walk beside her, "Nothing. It’s just the best night of my life." She nodded and gave him a stealthy kiss on the cheek.
"Well, at least now we can be alone together, right?" she asked.
Matthew chuckled, "You will never be alone again, Lu. I promise." He gave her a quick kiss on the lips, and then he started running, leaving her behind, while he screamed that if she didn’t hurry, they would surely run out of noodles and he would never be able to eat anything.
Lucie burst into laughter, started running after him.
Yeah, that was definitely the best night of her life.
MY HEART
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peace-coast-island · 4 years ago
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Diary of a Junebug
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Island hopping for gyroids
It's been busy these past few days, traveling from one island to another, staying undercover, and retrieving gyroids. Jamie's on a big gyroid mission so she recruited me and two old friends I haven't seen in forever. Tagging along with Jamie on her adventures are always fun, especially when it involves traveling and high stake escapades.
Joining us are our old friends from Wizpire - Alex and Holly. I haven't seen or spoken to them in years so it was nice catching up with them. Being with them again almost feels like old times, except everything's a lot different now.
Holly used to drop by Wizpire once in a while to donate paintings to the museum but since her garden in Camellia really took off, she's been super busy. Holly's latest project involves putting together rare hybrids to make even more rare flowers. She also teaches online classes on interior decor for the Happy Room Academy.
Last I heard from Holly was a couple years ago when she was living in Airy. She was a well known patron at the museum much like how she was in Wizpire. Holly was also seeing Sam, though they drifted apart about a year later. Sam's a good guy and a dedicated father, but I always felt that he and Holly were incompatible as a couple. They're both old fashioned, though I think Holly's more progressive while Sam's more traditional. There's also the fact that it shouldn't be Holly's job to coddle him when he puts his foot in his mouth, which I'm pretty sure was the source of their conflicts.
Right now Holly has no time for romance. In fact, after being with Sam, she realized that she has no interest in it at all. Holly always figured that she'd be into a romantic relationship when the right person comes along, which obviously turned out to be false. There's nothing wrong with having no desire for romance. From experience, coming to the realization that it's okay to be who you are is a freeing thing. It's also good to know that you're not broken or messed up just because you've never had a crush or experienced attraction towards someone.
I'm glad that Holly's out there living her best life. She made the decision to move to Wizpire on a whim and never looked back. Before that she had an unfulfilling corporate job that constantly stressed her out. Finally, she had enough and took the plunge. Now look where she is, donating to museums, growing a garden, being a seamstress, and teaching interior decor!
Alex has kinda dropped off the face of the earth since leaving Wizpire. She's always busy, hopping off from one thing to another - that's just the way she is, you can't keep her in one place for too long. From deep diving in the Cavernous Seas, racing down Rainbow Derby, skydiving at the Double Helix Nebula, to making treats at the Land of Sweets - Alex has done it all!
Right now she's been staying in Charma making scooters and bikes. After that she plans to move to Etienne Falls to dig up fossils and other hidden treasures. Alex runs a travel blog called Girl on the Run and at this point I think she's traveled to over a thousand different places. As much as I enjoy traveling, I don't think I can keep up with her lifestyle. I like trying out different things and going on adventures but I also need downtime where I can do nothing without feeling like I'm wasting time.
So we've been busy traveling to various islands to retrieve lost gyroids to take back to their respective homes. Some places are easier to access than others, and no two islands are alike so we have to be prepared for the challenges that lie ahead.
The first island we stopped by was Banana Bay, where we went digging at the beach. There, we found a couple gyroids, some old tech, and a couple of rusty keys. Since we needed the keys to get access to an old hideout where the other gyroids were hidden away, Jamie took them to a friend to get them cleaned up. While we waited for the keys we had coconut banana ice cream with bubble waffles, a local treat that was perfect after a long morning of digging in the sand. By the time we were done, they keys were ready to go.
As expected, the old shack was armed with security robots. No one really runs the place anymore except the machinery. The tech may be outdated by over twenty years but the alarm system's still up and running so a simple slip up can put the entire place into lockdown and get us into a heap of trouble.
I was given the task of unlocking doors and disabling cameras. I'm no hacker but the tech is pretty primitive - meaning easy to figure out. All you have to do is solve a bunch of puzzles to get into the system and most of them aren't even that hard. Meanwhile Alex came up with strategies to evade the robots while Jamie and Holly split up to retrieve the gyroids.
The robots were more of a nuisance than a challenge to get through. The blue ones with the giant red eye creep me out though. I made the mistake of looking into one of them and instantly regretted it when a giant four headed spider peeked through.
On day two we went to two islands that were side by side to each other - Teal and Turquoise. In contrast to the sunny beaches of Banana Bay, Teal Island was a snowy forest. In order to get in the caves we need stones to unlock the passageways and pickaxes to get through caved in areas.
We happened to arrive after a big blizzard so that complicated things a little. Light snowfalls made it a bit hard to see, which means we have to be extra careful. Wolf tigers roam the island and they're aggressive as fuck. Ice balls will do the trick when you need to subdue them, but you have to be quick because they can sneak up on you when least expected. Jamie and Alex have dealt with their share of wolf tigers so Holly and I were well covered. Those creatures are scary fast and sneaky.
Walking into the caves was kinda like heading towards a death trap. Along with the wolf tigers, we also have to worry about falling rocks, scorpion bats, and mega tarantulas. While preparing for the mission Holly made us gloves and masks so we won't hurt ourselves with the sharp rocks and dust. I had some of Em and Ludwig's light formula so we used those as flashlights.
As soon as we got what we needed, we headed to the neighboring island of Turquoise. Since we were a little traumatized by the caves, we hung out at the motel and went sightseeing. I found a cute stationery shop called Milk Clouds and bought some washi tapes, stickers, and a notebook. Alex bought a bunch of scented candles from Petrichor Gifts, Jamie treated herself with a lovely handmade silk dress, and Holly bought some handwoven fabric and starflower peach seeds.
Then off we headed to the long abandoned labs in the far end of the island. Jamie rented a plane so we can get there instead of having to go through a dense jungle. We had to land on top of a cliff and then parachute down in order to get to one of the entrances.
Although the lab is pretty much abandoned, it's home to many hostile creatures so we have to be careful if we encounter them. They could care less about the gyroids - and could've made our job a million times easier if they helped us out - but alas we have to that ourselves. Jamie managed to talk to a few of them beforehand and they pretty much just said as long as we stay out of their way then it's good. Do what we have to do and get out. Fine by us.
So that's what we did. There wasn't even that much to look for anyway, and some of the gyroids were in such a bad state that we didn't even bother. I mean it was expected that we can't save everything, still, it's sad that some things will remain lost forever.
Thankfully, the rest of the island is nothing like the hostile creatures residing in the lab. I think I was more traumatized by them than the cave. I try to see the good in everyone but you gotta listen when the warning bells go off in your head. I'm sure a few of them have some good inside them but it's the power hungry and abusive ones who run the place, so you can't let your guard down.
Day three - earlier today - was the final stretch. First, we swam to Crick Island - as in we scuba dived there. Planes can't access it so we have to travel underwater. The island has no residents but it's heavily guarded as it's full of stolen artifacts. It's run by a secret organization that Jamie's been trying to hunt down for years, only for them to elude her as soon as they were within her grasp.
The underwater passages are full of security robots that go off if we bump into them. They only move around the same place so they're easy to bypass. Problem is the water  makes it hard to move - unpredictable currents and such. Luckily we're all pretty strong swimmers, but those currents can get pretty rough. Getting thrown into a tangle of weeds is much better than accidentally hitting a robot, no matter how frustrating it is to get out of a sticky situation.
From there, we were able to infiltrate the pyramid lab. Alex was tasked with unlocking doors and disabling security, Jamie did the navigating as she knows the ins and outs of the place pretty well, I evaded the robots while Holly kept a lookout for guards. Since the lab is far from being abandoned or run down, we had to be stealthy and clever.
Then it's back to the underwater passages where we swam to two more secret labs - radium and ionic. I have no idea if the names mean something or they're just random. Had a few close encounters where a guard could've walked in on us but thankfully we managed to steer them away easily. I don't mean to judge but their snobby attitudes just scream pretentious assholes - not the kind of company I'd wanna get stuck with if caught.
Now we're back in Banana Bay, taking it easy before having to do inventory on what we found. It's been a lot of fun but I think that's enough high stakes adventure for me. We're leaving tomorrow evening so Jamie and Alex will go off their separate ways while Holly's gonna be staying at the camp for a couple days before heading back to Camellia.
Gonna treat myself with bubble waffles and coconut banana ice cream - we sure as hell deserve it!
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dopescotlandwarrior · 5 years ago
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A Hero Among Us-Chapter 15
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Previous chapters on AO3                   Special thanks to @statell​ for all the help
Chapter Fifteen (Explicit sexual content)
Jamie came into the house after his morning chores, smiling with the thrill of his surprise. Taking the stairs two at a time he blasted into the bedroom and stood stock-still. The drapes were drawn, and his wife was still buried under covers. Did she forget about their trip to town today? He peeked under the quilt and saw the whites of her eyes. When she sat up the quilt pushed all her hair in her face as it slid off. She swept it back in one movement and looked around the room.
Jamie stared at his wife, naked, disheveled, unaware of the predatory fantasies running in his crippled brain. He reached a hand tentatively toward her and touched her breast. She didn’t seem to notice and laid down again to finish waking up, she murmured to herself. Her eyes closed and Jamie licked his lips. His granite erection felt like fifty pounds of intense hunger. He slowly circled her on the bed, pulling his layers off without the aid of releasing buttons. He slid into bed naked and pressed his face to the back of her legs while he lifted one thigh high enough to gain access to her sweet core. He tried to slow his heart and calm down, but her show of meek, sweet femininity caught him off guard and he couldn’t wait to consume her.
Jamie slid his tongue into her wet darkness and moaned with his pleasure. Claire was waking up and ran her fingers through his hair and arched her back breathing harder. Jamie was in no hurry, so he teased and licked, pushing two fingers into her body and moaning again as she pushed against his face. He couldn’t stand it another minute and pushed up to kiss her deeply, sliding himself into her for several slow thrusts, and then dropped back to her throbbing center. Claire was moaning and pulling his head to her and when she arched her back and ground down on his mouth, he released her to waves of ecstasy and throbbing pleasure. He pulled her legs over his shoulders and entered her again as he was momentarily overcome with the feel of her wet warmth. He wanted to wait and build her heat again, but his body had other ideas and he crashed into her at least a dozen times before he shattered in a growl. He dropped his head to her shoulder panting for his life.
Claire expected a giant Scot to drop down next to her and cuddle into more sleep but instead, he rose from the bed and suggested in the nicest way possible that she get up. They were going into town this morning for a much-deserved surprise. The word filtered into Claire’s ear and seeped into her foggy brain suddenly becoming a large hammer. “Surprise? What surprise Jamie!”
“Well, you will love it, but we’re already late, so, never mind Sassenach. You rest.”
“Wait, we’re not late!” Claire pushed the quilt off her naked body as she zoomed around the room putting her layers on. Her shift and stockings were on and she held her corset to her body and looked behind her shoulder for Jamie to assist with her laces. He was very quick and complained the whole time he would rather be taking it off of her. Once the skirts were tied and the jacket was almost buttoned, she took a deep breath and said “ready.”
“Are ye now?” Jamie came behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, turning her slowly until she could see her reflection in the mirror. Jamie decided she looked like Medusa in a fine dress and almost choked swallowing his laugh.
“Oh my God!” Claire pulled the door open and called for Misses Crook before sitting down at her vanity. Jamie kissed her shoulder and left to get the carriage ready. He was anxious to get the white horses out in front of the carriage, but the filly was too young to be without her mother yet. Fergus arrived with his face washed and his hair combed and helped Claire into the carriage before joining her. He would watch the carriage and horse while milord and lady were about their business. Jamie flicked the reins and Brimstone headed out to what remained of their road.
Jamie pulled the carriage into a shady spot and helped his beautiful wife step down. He walked her to a fancy-dress shop and asked for the head dressmaker. After introductions, he announced his wife was in need of a very fancy dress to wear to the St Helena fiesta, the biggest party of the year. Claire almost erupted into Jamie’s arms and bounced with her excitement.
“Spare no expense, if ye please, but it must be done in a week’s time.”
He looked at Claire with his intense blue eyes and reminded her it might be the last fancy party while she still had a waistline and told her to create a masterpiece. He touched her cheek before he slipped out the door heading for the tailor. He needed a suit and shoes and hoped it would not bore him to tears.
Fergus laid in the carriage and fell asleep.
When Jamie collected his bride, she had stars in her eyes and told him all about the dress that was being made. She told him some dresses don’t have bustles anymore, they are more form-fitting and flowing. She mentioned other attributes of the dress, but Jamie had no idea what she was talking about. They fetched Fergus and took him to spend his twenty-five cents leaving Jamie spent and hungry. They decided on ice cream in the shade and giggled trying to catch the treat as it slid down the side of the cone. When they finally headed home, Claire was exhausted. She didn’t have the stamina she once had and yawned all the way back to the house. Fergus helped her out of the carriage and into the house and she sat down at the table with a sigh. Fergus waited and looked around nervously.
“What is it, Fergus?”
“Oh, nothing milady.” He walked into the kitchen and smiled when he heard a gasp.
“What is that? That, there, what is it?”
Fergus played dumb, “it looks like a wooden box, milady.”
Claire got up and walked to the new addition to the kitchen. She ran her hand around it and pulled a lever in front to pop it open. When she pressed the door open her hands were cold. She continued to investigate, and the interior of the box was ice cold! “What on earth?”
Jamie stood behind her smiling. “Now that we have a road mo gradhag, we can have ice delivered once a week and ye can keep food fresh in that box.”
Claire’s eyes were huge as she continued to touch the interior of the box.
“You must keep the door closed Mistress.” Misses Crook materialized and explained how the box worked. Claire and Misses Crook were over the moon, Fergus was hungry and bored, and Jamie was ready for his afternoon chores.
The Highlanders had mostly scattered for the afternoon and evening, hunting for turkey, pheasant, or pig. Their vineyard mini fiesta was tomorrow night and fresh meat was needed. Cho had been harvesting his vegetables all afternoon. With the help of the Highlanders still on the property, they brought buckets of corn, peppers, Peas, cauliflower, beans, rhubarb, cantaloupe, and squash to the kitchen. Claire and Misses Crook went crazy over the bounty, thrilled with cooking for the party tomorrow.
Donus was being extra evil when Jamie tried to brush him. He narrowly escaped what would have been a vicious bite. He exhaled a long surrendering breath and dropped the brushes into a bucket. He looked Donus in the eye for a long minute and then opened the door to his stall.
“Ye canna stay here and get fed twice a day while ye seek to maim, Donus. Ye make it clear ye dinna want to be my horse so go. Go!!” Jamie got behind the horse and slapped his rump hard making the horse lurch for the barn door and freedom.
Jamie felt the loss and wished Donus well. It was the first time he had been defeated by a horse. He didn’t care much for that but mostly wanted him to be okay out there by himself. He walked back to the house with his head low. He decided he was just tired, it was a long day.
Reaching the house, the atmosphere was high energy as the men were bringing in the spoils of their hunt. Three turkeys, a mid-sized pig, and buckets full of fresh vegetables. He smiled at Fergus sitting on the floor in the middle of the buckets. His cheeks were bulging with food and he chewed happily with a stalk of rhubarb in his hand. Jamie was looking between the Highlanders for Claire and saw Misses Crook point up. He opened the bedroom door and was shocked when a gorgeous, excited lass jumped into his arms crushing his mouth. He smiled into the kiss, happy she loved the icebox.
“Jamie darling, what’s wrong?”
“I let Donus go tonight. I’m done with him, and worried about him.”
Claire draped her arm across his shoulders and looked down at his sad face. “He might change his mind and come back you know.”
“I willna change mine mo chridhe, he’s a killer”
“I will have Misses Crook bring supper up here and read to you until you fall asleep. How does that sound?” She kissed his temple over and over and then ran downstairs to inform Misses Crook.
Jamie laid against a mountain of pillows and ate the vegetables and meat on the tray, a piece of rhubarb pie, and back to the meat, while Claire read to him. This was so relaxing and completely self-indulgent. He told himself it was the off season, another week to rest before vines would need to be cut back. He took the book from Claire and held a piece of turkey in front of her lips.
The night passed quietly for Jamie and Claire and they read through half of the book before giving in to the pull of their dreams. Jamie woke several times during the night and wrapping his arms around the Sassenach was all he needed to drift back to sleep. His insomnia for the past month was cured with the harvest.
The next night, the cabins were hanging with fiesta decorations and the smell of roasting meat was heavy in the air. Claire worried the ladies would not come so far but the carriages started to arrive right on time and two, three, or four girls would emerge with bright smiles. Claire was thrilled with the turnout and the barber and his brother came a bit later to play the music the Highlanders loved.
Claire looked around for anyone sitting alone and saw Rupert sitting with a tiny girl. He had not moved from her side all night and fetched her food and drink before sitting next to her again. They got up and walked through the vineyard until they were out of sight. Claire felt an immediate need to do something, but what? Two young people should not be alone in the dark, but she didn’t want to follow them. She chewed her nail and waited for them to emerge. Rupert’s cheeks were rosy red, and the girl would not meet his eye. Hmm, she thought, something happened.
It was an amazing mini fiesta and when the carriages arrived again the girls left. Claire watched Rupert walk with his girl to her carriage and shake hands with the man who waited for her. The little girl smiled sincerely at Rupert and climbed aboard waving out the window. Rupert watched her roll away from him and Claire could feel his loneliness for her.
The next day Jamie helped Claire aboard the carriage, and they enjoyed Sunday services. As Claire shook many hands and spoke to the women, she caught Rupert out her peripheral vision. He was washed and wearing clean clothes and speaking with the young woman from the party. She blushed and smiled at him like he was the king of her world. Claire saw a pairing in progress and prayed it would happen. Rupert had a heart of gold and needed a woman to love.
On the night of the St. Helena Fiesta, the house was abuzz with excitement. Jamie was quite impressed that he did not have to constantly pull his shirt sleeve down under his coat. Somehow the tailor included extra fabric for him to reach for something without the need for adjustment. He heard the door open upstairs and his heart rate jumped. He watched Claire descend the stairs with her hair piled high and soft ringlets bounced around her face and down her back. The fabric of her gown shimmered in the light of the lamps. The dress was a cut he had never seen. Rather than the huge bustle or butt roll, it seemed to fall around her natural frame, and it was stunning. Layer after layer of sheer fabric in different hues of blue wrapped around her upper body and flowed into a trailing skirt. He approached and held out his hand, admiring the most beautiful woman God had ever made.
“You look stunning in that dress love.”
She could see the truth in his eyes, and it made her feel like a princess. She smiled at his new suit, tailored in the modern cut with soft breeches that hugged his muscular rear end in an enticing way. He walked her outside and the Highlanders were lined up to see them in their finery. All smiles and nods, Claire felt ready to face the St. Helena wine population.
Angus sat in the box seat ready to drive them to the fiesta. He would return at eleven o’clock to bring them home. Every man that watched noticed Claire’s delicate curves, straight back, full cleavage and bright white smile.
It was a magical night and Claire was the bell of the ball, surrounded by women and admiring men all night. When Jamie would leave her side for refreshments, the women would surround him, batting their lashes and pushing their breasts out. They danced and drank, and ate the most wonderful food. Jamie was pulled away by Ben to meet another grower. After the handshake, Jamie kept his eye on Claire. She was surrounded by ladies and pulled more to her as the evening went on. When Jamie could excuse himself, he watched her on his walk back. She was stunning, poised and comfortable, and the other women seemed genuinely fond of her, an outsider. He was so incredibly proud of her.
At eleven o’clock, Jamie and Claire said their goodbyes and were loaded into the carriage. Jamie pulled his wife onto his lap and looked at every inch of her up close. She giggled and let him touch her dress and feel her curves without all the padding around her middle. She was exquisite.
“It wasna as terrible as I thought it would be Sassenach. Actually, I met some important people and enjoyed socializing. You, my love, were a sparkling diamond among all the people at the party. I was bursting with pride to arrive with ye and leave with ye. Sometimes I find it hard to believe how blessed I am to be married to ye.” He looked in her eyes and touched her cheek.
As Claire bent forward to kiss him, he saw the shine in her eyes and the smile on her face. “Thank you for taking me to the party. It was wonderful, the best time I’ve ever had.” She started her kiss softly with her hand on his cheek. When he felt her tongue on his lower lip his heart rammed in his chest and he sucked it into his mouth letting his hands roam free. Now that Claire was pregnant, Jamie had an automatic halt mechanism when he thought about loving her because he didn’t want to hurt the baby. It was easily defeated by seeing her naked, or just reclined, so Claire never became aware of it. Jamie decided to let the mechanism work tonight fearing she was already exhausted. He stayed his hands and just held her to him.
Claire was undaunted by his lack of action and kissed his earlobe pulling it into her mouth and then ran her tongue down the side of his neck and bit him hard. So much for the halt mechanism. Jamie held her hands behind her back and ravaged her neck, mouth, and throat as the ride became quite bumpy. Claire’s eyes were closed, and she moaned into her husband.
My darling lass. Ye have made me the happiest man in the world. I owe ye everything, including my soul. Claire’s eyes were mere slits as she gazed down on him. Her chest was heaving for air and her breasts straining against the fabric of her dress.
“It is not your soul I want tonight James Fraser.” She pushed herself back on the bench and pulled her skirts high enough to expose her pulsing core. She pulled his hand to her heat and closed her eyes pushing his fingers into her aching need.
“Jesus Sassenach, yer crippling me lass.” His fingers slid in and out of her as she opened her legs to his probing hand. She was on the edge, riding his hand and moaning. Angus pounded on the roof of the carriage and Jamie stole a look outside. Pulling his wife up quickly he held her hands and looked into her lusty eyes.
“Sassenach, my love, we have fifteen stairs to climb, and one door to close. I will tell ye what to take off, and ye will do it while I watch. I may tell ye where to put yer mouth, when to suck, and how to bend. I will have ye how I want because ye ken I will send ye to heaven tonight, as high as you want to go.”
“No more talk,” she hissed and pulled his hand to her core.
“Do as I say, and I promise ye no mercy Sassenach.”
When Angus opened the door, he helped Claire descend the carriage and felt worried because she looked dead on her feet. He handed her to Jamie and promised to put Brimstone up. Claire had lost focus and Jamie guided her up the stairs and closed the door. He pushed her from him and pressed her to the center of the room. She regarded him with smoldering eyes.
There are fancy clasps that hold yer dress up love, open them and let it fall. Her hands pressed into the clasps and released them as the dress puddled around her feet. “Come here Sassenach and turn around.” Jamie reached for the laces and pulled them so slowly that Claire reached behind her and grabbed his erection through his soft pants. Jamie grunted and took control of his lusty wife until she was completely worn out from a beautiful party, Jamie’s need for her mouth, her pussy, and positions that threatened her sanity. Jaime dropped to her side and looked at the face he loved. Claire smiled as her eyes were closing, “that was really fun… everything.” He could tell she was nearly asleep when he heard, “I love you so.”
Jamie welcomed the autumn and then the winter. As the vines slept, he made improvements to the house and talked with Cho and the men. He fished almost daily with Fergus and watched his wife blossom with pregnancy. He found her more and more beautiful with each passing day which was fortunate because Claire was stuck on sexual go-mode. She was almost embarrassed by her increased sexual appetite and Jamie laughed at her cute, red face when she lured him upstairs with a broken cabinet, a squeaky door, a loose floorboard, and a full list of other issues that required his immediate attention. She was adorable and he was reeling in his happiness to share so much intimate time with the amazing Sassenach. Life was good. The pace of winter was slow, and he felt like the luckiest man alive. The second luckiest would be Rupert.
When Claire and Jamie met little Mary Hawkins, she was the very definition of demure femininity. Shy and quiet at first, Claire charmed her into feeling relaxed and accepted and the women spent a good deal of time together with Misses Crook. Claire waited for the obvious next step and finally asked Rupert on impulse when he was going to marry the girl. She was half-joking, but things became serious when she looked at his anguished face.
“Christ, Rupert. What is wrong, please excuse me for overstepping. It’s none of my business!” She was red-faced and ashamed for such a question.
“Thank ye for askin it of me, Mistress. I dinna ken what to do. I want to marry her.” His face blushed sweetly, “but I dinna want to leave the vineyard and I canna have my wife livin in a cabin with Angus.”
Claire grabbed his hand, “I see. Yes, that is a hurdle that needs some thought. Do you mind if I speak with Jamie about it?”
He looked at her with a smile and wide eyes, “I dinna mind!”
Claire had a mission and loved Rupert’s heart enough to see this to the deserved happy ending. When she was alone with Jamie that night, she explained Rupert’s problem and watched her husband light up when he thought of a solution that would help on many levels.
“They can move into the other house and Rupert can oversee that vineyard while we endeavor to plant it. There won’t be much needed for the first three years aside from cutting back in the fall and general vineyard maintenance which he knows already. We can get an icebox for that house too!”
Claire smiled at his excitement and felt her heart in her throat.
“The house needs some work though. Do ye mind if I take over with Rupert? We …” He looked at Claire and gasped, pulling her to him, “tell me why you cry mo chridhe.”
Through her happy tears she pushed her beach ball into his stomach so she could kiss the daylights out of him, but found it hard to get close enough. Jamie turned her and laid her on the bed to kiss her deeply, feeling her hands make an inquiry that made him smile…then pant.
Rupert had two weaknesses in life, Mary Hawkins and crayfish. He loved them both, so it wasn’t hard for Jamie to find a quiet place to speak with Rupert about taking the house on the other shore. When he started to describe his idea, he could see the crimson ears and face on Rupert, even in the dim light of early evening. Rupert listened and smiled so hard he actually looked like a different person. Love is transforming, Jamie decided and felt so grateful he could offer this opportunity to a Highland brother that was so deserving. It was a moment Rupert would remember until he took his last breath.
Claire was like a cat on a hot tin roof waiting for Rupert to speak to Mary’s father, then for Rupert to ask her, then for Rupert to bring Mary over, so she could finally explode with planning, preparing, and helping to ready the house.
Jamie did his best to hold his wife when she was sad, love her when she was needy, and anticipate every other emotion he was seeing on a daily basis. He was feeling more and more fearful about her moods and finally asked Misses Crook who answered quite characteristically, “dinna worry, it's normal.” The end. It did more to calm Jamie’s nerves than one would believe. He was used to Misses Crook’s precise words and heard her honesty.
“Jamie darling, on the off-chance Rupert works up the nerve to ask little Mary for her hand, how will we get the house ready? I’m afraid I grow more tired with each day and wonder how much help I will be.”
Jamie kissed her soundly and assured her all was in his head already. “The Highlanders will earn their ridiculous pay for the last harvest and be happy to do it,” He laughed. “What do ye think about giving the newlyweds a swing for a weddin present?”
Claire smiled through her tears, “that is an exceptional present, yes.”
Jamie pulled her into his arms and caressed her growing stomach. “Sassenach, ye are so sweet and so loving… and very weepy. How will I know when yer tears are from sorrow? They look the same to me and I dinna want to miss when ye need somethin of me.”
“Oh, Jamie!” The tears poured out of her eyes, “I love you so much!” He held her close and silently appealed to a higher authority with a prayer that he would know her troubled heart if it ever came.
Mister Hawkins gave his blessing on the marriage and shook Rupert’s hand with a smile. Rupert made it back to the vineyard without Mary seeing him and paced for the remainder of the afternoon. When Angus finally asked what the trouble was Rupert paced in the other direction to worry out how he would ask his love to marry him. The enormity of his pain should she refuse him started to make him crazy and after three days of pacing, Jamie finally pulled him to the lake and stuck a pole in his hand then forced him to sit on a rock and watch his line.
“Now then, Rupert. What is troubling ye so?”
Rupert looked deflated, “I canna decide how to ask Mary to be my wife. If she says no, I will lose my head.”
“Ah, so the lass has excused herself from outings ye invite her to.”
“No.”
“The lass willna kiss ye.”
“No, that’s not it.”
“The lassie looks at another then.”
“No.”
“Christ Rupert, what the devil is the problem then?”
“What if she says no?”
Jamie rolled his eyes wishing for someone with emotional stability to rescue him. He felt Fergus tapping his shoulder offering some freshly cooked bacon to lure the crayfish to the hook. “Good lad, ye have a way with women and one Misses Crook to cook this up for us. Take my pole, I must check on Claire. See if ye can help Rupert figure out how to ask Miss Mary for her hand.”
Fergus laughed at red-faced Rupert. His savory French accent was the last nail in Rupert’s perceived coffin. “Please, my friend, do not waste your time. When I ask her to color my world until the end of time she will choose me, even though I am only eleven years old, she will choose me.” Fergus looked at the water with a dreamy expression.
Rupert growled and jumped to his feet, “when the devil takes over the earth maybe, not until then, and I will thank ye to stay away from my wife!” He stalked off and headed for the barn to borrow Brimstone for a few hours, praying Jamie would forgive him. He was steaming mad when he started toward Mary’s house which calmed into a directive with purpose; ask Mary to be his wife. Gone were his fears and insecurities. She was his life now and every day that passed was one day less he could share with her. When Mary answered the door, she was breathless having run from the third floor. Rupert held out his hand which she took immediately. They walked until he was sure no one in the house could see them and he took her hand. Another fifteen minutes of distance and he stopped and kissed her passionately. Mary clung to him and he smiled knowing she was lost in love, just like he was. He dropped to one knee and smiled up at her, “Mary Hawkins, will ye marry me, lass?”
Mary was over the moon and laughed and giggled all the way home, tucked into Rupert’s side with his strong arm around her. It was time to start their life together and he had the little idiot to thank for it.
Mary and her mother, aunt, and cousin started on her wedding dress that very afternoon. Mary had dreamed of her wedding to Rupert for so long she knew exactly what she wanted, and the women giggled at her sudden command of the task. It was so unlike Mary to assert her opinion and control over a matter. Her mother looked at her with conviction in her heart that Rupert would open the world to her daughter and help her live the life she was born to live. He would be her everything.
Jamie fell to Claire’s side gasping for breath and reached out to her. She was talking about making a list of chores to do before the wedding. He was a bit put off by that until he realized she was already asleep and dreaming about the wedding preparations. He kept his laughing quiet and laid back to enjoy his peace. Feeling the room was closing in on his happiness he walked out to the large patio and surveyed the acres of sleeping vines under him. He prayed his thanks for their bounty and felt the pull to lay under the stars and sleep. He was very tired, but the walls felt like a prison cell sometimes.
It was time to make a bed for the patio so he could sleep under the moon and hear the crickets. He would hold his wife close and keep her warm while showing her the magic of sleeping outside and making love under the stars. He was aching for this. He reluctantly closed the doors and returned to their bed.
The next morning after chores, he and Fergus rowed to the other shore to start building the bed. Now that he recognized his need to be outside, he couldn’t wait. The bed would be ready to assemble in a couple of days, but he still needed a mattress which he would pull off the best of the guest beds in the house. When they rowed back, he could see Claire pacing the shoreline and his heart rate shot up as he rowed with energy and Fergus tried to keep up.
“What’s amiss Sassenach?” he held her hands hoping to offer his strength and watched her blush as she looked down and explained.
“The…the hinge on the bedroom door has come loose and the door is hanging there. I am fearful it will break off.” Her tone got quieter as the sentence was said until she was almost whispering, still looking at the ground.
“Fergus tie the raft to the shore. If it gets away, ye swim after it.”
He walked Claire upstairs and closed the door against the world on the other side. He held his sweet wife and removed her dress, corset, shift, and stockings, kissing every inch of newly exposed skin. He took his time and loved her sweetly, filling her empty reserves with his love and promises, until she was exploding into her release and clinging to him. They held each other in the afterglow of release, each grateful for the other and the miracle that was coming. Claire slept on her back and Jamie watched her round stomach feeling sleepy and sated. When it moved, he jumped a foot off the bed and gasped bringing Claire out of her dreams.
“What is it, love?”
“Yer, ah…yer stomach moved harshly Sassenach, like two cats in a gunny sack. Is that supposed to happen?”
She looked at him sleepily and pulled his hand to her abdomen. “I am sorry for being so needy for your love. I have demanded time with your hands when they could have been feeling our baby grow. I am sorry Jamie,” she giggled, “a little.” She stretched like a purring cat and asked him to put his head on her thigh so he could use both hands to feel his moving daughter.
“Daughter.”
“Yes, I believe it is a girl.” She looked at his face. “Are you disappointed we will have a daughter?”
“Nae, I am overjoyed, I will have two of ye to love and protect. Sassenach, do ye really believe it’s a girl?”
Claire had been dreaming that a baby girl was speaking to her about different things and honestly believed, in her heart, their baby was a girl. She was unsure how Jamie would react but the look on his face made all her doubts and fears vanish. His face was alight with love for his child, his smile was huge with anticipation to meet her, and she exhaled her relief.
The baby was awake and ready to practice moving her body with hard kicks and punches to her mother’s loving abdomen. Her father felt every movement like a gift from God. Claire was sound asleep again and Jamie watched a limb move across her stomach and could hardly breathe when it stopped midway. He held the tiny protrusion, wondering if it was an elbow or a knee, and felt the hot tears falling down his cheeks. He was touching his child and the wonder of it made him weep. When the movement stopped sometime later Jamie kissed Claire’s stomach with his wet cheeks and finally knew why she cried about everything lately.
How could she not?
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I’ll be there for you II- Chapter 4 (previously)
A/N: I know I’ve been slow at cranking anything fanfic out for quite some time. But this chapter has had so much encouragement and patience from so many different people I don’t even know where to begin to say thank you. So to anyone who has read, liked, commented, sent me an ask, or given kudos over on AO3, this is for you. I hope it was worth the wait.
And to @missclairebelle​ and @kkruml​ for always, always, being there to tell me what I need to here and what I don’t want to here, this one is for you.
The One Where Nothing Fits
Jamie
He could smell the coffee pot as it finished making the liquid gold on which he’d been running non-stop on the past few weeks. He cracked an egg gently on the side of a ceramic bowl, tossing the yolk and other contents into the rest of the batch. He added some salt and pepper, a dash of milk, and garlic powder before he started to beat the eggs.
As he turned to the stove, he heard a voice in the distance portraying nothing but vehemence at the inanimate furniture in his, no their (he corrected himself), bedroom.
“Sassenach?” He bellowed turning the heat down on the pan before emptying the scrambled mess onto the hot surface.
He waited a second and didn’t hear a response, so he turned his attention to making two cups of coffee. A few moments later another, “FUCK” rattled through the walls.
“Christ, Claire.” He picked at the eggs turning the heat down once more and then wiped his hands on a kitchen towel. What is it this time? He thought to himself.
Slowly he walked to their bedroom to find his girlfriend sitting on the edge of their bed with nearly every pair of pants she owned tossed about the room.
“What is it?” Jamie opened the door a bit more, leaning against the doorframe.
“Nothing.”  She grumbled, undoing the bun in her hair.
“Tis obviously something,” He cracked a smile at her walking towards her vicinity. “Ye look like ye had a runway show in here for one.”
Rolling her eyes, she leaned her forehead into his abdomen- her hands, fingers slowing curling into fists subconsciously searching for his pockets.
“My pants…They don’t bloody fit.”
He let out a small breath and ran his hands down her back. “Sassenach…”
“I’m a human incubator. I’m growing a life. I shouldn’t be upset about my breeches not fitting, but I’ll be damned.” He couldn’t pinpoint her tone, she was slightly sad, somewhat upset, and seemingly, utterly confused.
He tilted her face up towards his, kissing the tip of her nose. “I’m a man, Claire… I ken I am no’ nowhere near a what ye’d call a doctor, but I do ken that as ye grow a child ye can expect yer belly to get bigger and yer body to change. Correct me if I am wrong.”
That earned him a half-assed laugh. He watched as she let the air out of her lungs, the tension leaving her body.  
“Yes…. You are correct. I mean, I’m a doctor. I should know this.” He saw her cheeks flash red, “I think the hormones are getting the best of me.”
Jamie sat down next to her on the edge of the bed.
“Ye already were a petite woman, mo chridhe.” Gingerly he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her head to rest on his shoulder.  “But you are growing a human, yer body is swelling with a life, Sassenach.... That just means there is going to be more of ye to love on.”
“Are you telling me that I am getting fat, you bloody Scot?”
“Dinna be twisting my words, Sassenach. Ye ken what I meant.” He kissed the top of her head. “After breakfast why don’t we go shopping, get ye some pants that fit, aye? Ye ken I have always loved yer round arse and now it’s just going to be a bit more plump.”
She rolled her eyes at him and smiled, “You have always been a fan of my arse, let’s go eat.”
“Aye, c’mon. Ye dinna even have to wear any pants.”  
Claire
“Claire!” I heard my name called from around the corner. Peeking my head in that direction I saw a bright flash of red hair. “Do ye wanna go get dinner?”
“Oh bugger.”  I put my pen back into my lab coat. “I would but I have to dictate these two charts and I promised Jamie we’d have some time tonight just the two of us. You’re still coming over for game night tomorrow, aren’t you?”
“Aye, I’ll be there. I just havena seen ye in a while but I’ll take a rain check for a girl’s night next week?”
“I promise… Let me check my calendar as I have a benefit dinner for the hospital next week and another doctors appointment, but I’ll text you when I get home and confirm.”
“I’ll hold ye to that, I know where ye live!”
Just as fast as she had appeared, she had gone. The next hour I spent dictating the rest of my patients I had admitted for the day and turned over the pager to the doctor who was on the night shift rotation.
In the locker room, I changed into my leggings and oversized sweatshirt I had stolen from Jamie and tossed my rain jacket over my shoulders. Pulling out my phone, my fingers tapped the screen: ‘Leaving the hospital now. Will be home in fifteen minutes.’
He texted back immediately: ‘Sounds good, see you soon. Walk safe.’
Tucking my phone into my backpack, I started the quick walk home. Though winter was ending, there still a brisk, crispness in the air. I could feel the last remnants of sunlight fading as the wind started to pick up, my cheeks turning slightly flushed and my nose rosy.
Opening the door I was flooded by the scent of my favorite candle and found Jamie sitting on the couch, a whisky in his hand and a steaming cup of tea waiting for me.
“Oh my god,” I groaned slipping my backpack off and placing it in on the floor of the entryway. “You’re the best damn person to come home to.”
“I missed ye too.” Jamie welcomed me warmly rising to his feet. I took off my sneakers, stacking them onto the shoe rack in the coat clast. His hands found my waist as I turned to face him, “Have a good day?”
I kissed him slowly, welcoming him in return. As he pulled away, I pecked him once more. “It was a long day. Nothing out of the ordinary, a few admits from the A&E and a few orthro patients needing monitoring on pain meds and checking on another in the CVICU.”
“Ye always lose me with some of the acronyms that ye use at the hospital.”  He shook his head at me gesturing to the couch, “Sit, let me rub yer feet.”
“Go, sit. I have to get one thing out of my bag and then I will join you.”  He turned making himself comfortable once more. I reached into the front zipper and pulled the manila envelope out of the slot and then joined Jamie on the couch.
As I as sank into the cushions, I positioned myself so my legs were draped across Jamie’s lap. His large hands started to run in circular motions along the soles of my feet.
“CVICU…” I half managed to stutter in my daze of relaxation, “Cardiovascular Intensive Care Unit.”
“Ah, sounds like it’s a matter of the heart then.”
“Yes.” I took one foot and poked him with my big toe, “Don’t be a smart ass, you certainly are a Scot but you’re not as daft as you try and pretend to be.”
He gave his best attempt at a wink and kissed the back of my calf. “What’s that ye got in the folder? Ye’re clutching it like it’s a matter of life or death.”
“Oh, yes!” I started to undo the metal prongs on the folder. “Remember the genetic testing I wanted to get done?”
“Aye.” I could hear the short curtness in his tone. “Have ye looked it over then?”
I pulled my legs from his lap and swung my body around so that my head was now in his lap. “No. The office left it for me in my mailbox.  I saw it on my rounds this morning, but I wanted to wait to open it with you. The damn thing has been burning in the back of my mind all day.”
“Let’s see to it, then.” His body stiffened in response. I took one hand reaching up and cupped his jaw.
"I’m not worried, I was before we did the tests… But now, you know… I’m ready for whatever these results show. IF there’s something wrong, I bloody know that I’d rather face it with you rather than anyone else.” I played with the stubble on his jawline. “I was scared before. This wasn’t planned..”
“Ye mean whatever it is between us?” I saw the film of tears rim his eyes.
“Yes, whatever it is between us. It just kind of happened.” I then felt his hand rest on the small swell of my lower abdomen.
“And that happened.” He nearly whispered down at me.
“Exactly. I was scared. I’ve been scared since I peed on that stick... But after we got the tests run and while we were waiting, it suddenly became crystal clear. It didn’t matter, none of it mattered. So long as whatever we face, we face together… I knew we’d make it through. I wasn’t scared anymore, I was ready for the unknown.”
A single tear escaped down his face. He bent over placing a soft, sweet kiss to my stomach.
“There’s more, aye?” The edge in his voice was gone, replaced with excitement.
“Yes, there are the results of the genetic testing, but it also tells us the gender. I figured we could read it all together.”
He laughed as he took the folder from my hand.   “Do we wantae find out?”
“I would like to,” I answered honestly, “But if you want to wait, I am happy to do that for you.”
“I dinna want to wait.” He said quickly, pulling the papers out of the folder. He was quiet for a minute. I continued to lay my head on his lap, watching him inquisitively.
Those few moments he was quiet felt like a lifetime, but then a smile crept on the corners of his mouth.
“I dinna ken what most of this means…” He gave me the papers then, “But I can read some science and know what an XX chromosome would mean.”
It was my turn to start to cry then, “A girl, huh?”
“A little lassie, mo chridhe.” He pulled me up into lap and cradled me like a small infant in his own arms, the rest of the results falling from my hands and scattering onto the floor.
I didn’t read the rest of the results but succumbed to his hold on me, having all the faith in the world that we were exactly where we were meant to be.
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WHISKEY
"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦." – 𝙅𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙆𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧, 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙮
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𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴): swearing, mentions of the unholy trifecta– drugs, alcohol and sex, and obvi some angst
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𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺: whiskey by jana kramer
𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦: lmao another angsty one bc i’m just an angsty person i guess :)
“Okay Y/N you’ve got this, it’s okay.” You spoke to your reflection in the body mirror, pressing your skirt down and checking over your outfit and makeup to make sure they were both up to par. 
The music from downstairs was so loud, you could barely hear your own thoughts. Your nose scrunched as the smell of weed carried through the air vents of the house, engulfing seemingly every room in its own fumes. Jamie was definitely going to have a hard time explaining to mom tomorrow when she came to visit, why his furniture smelled of the substance she’d preached all four of her children not to touch as they were growing up. But knowing Jamie, this wasn’t the first time the recognizable smell had been smoked in or around his house, so he definitely had a way to mask it before anyone ever noticed. Most likely a cleaning solution he’d mastered over the years of he and Jordie throwing their epic summer parties.
And that was a pretty big emphasis on epic. The parties they threw at their summer house on the lake were notorious throughout both friend groups. Attendants often consisted of hometown friends, their friends from the league– even some of your hometown and college friends– if they were in town for a visit. And you can confirm from experience of that past parties you attended¬– once they finally allowed you too– that their parties were out of this world, practically legendary…though you’ve never smoked any of the so-called, “amazing” weed.
Nope, you were the ‘other Benn.’ The ‘good one’ or better known as Y/N, Jordie and Jamie’s ‘younger, shy and quiet’, non-hockey playing little sister. Jenny at least got the pleasantries of having the ‘big sister’ title when it came to you and your siblings– but nope, you got stuck with being known as the ‘non-hockey playing’ one. At least you did until the moment you turned 18 and went off to college in the States. That was when you formed your own image and simply became, Y/N. But of course, every summer once you came back home, the little sister image returned– and that alone was one of the main reasons why your two older brothers refused you entry into their summer parties. But once you turned 19, you stood your ground and they begrudgingly let you and your friends attend. It’s more thanks to the little thing called blackmail that you held over their heads, threatening to tell mom some deep dark secret of theirs if they didn’t let you in. But the two dummies never asked what it was, so unbeknownst to them…you had no dirt to tell.
Those first few parties, you, out of habit, kind of kept to yourself, not mingling much amongst your brothers and their friends. You provided your own booze, hung out in your own little sections of the house and the pool– only mingling amongst the ‘older crowd’ when it came time for food and dancing. Not that Jamie or Jordie even seemed to mind. It was a lot less stressful on them when they didn’t have to worry about one of their buddies or teammates hitting on their little sister, so they loved the fact that you isolated yourself. 
But two summers ago, Bethany, your college best friend, pulled you out of your ‘little sister’ shell. She’d come to visit before, but that was the first summer she stayed with you the entire time. And with her help, you became more outspoken among the boys you’d known practically your entire life, you let loose on the dance floor…and you even had a little small summer fling with a friend of both Jamie and Jordie– but of course, they went into big brother mode and squashed it. You and Mike joke about it still, but Jamie and Jordie still get a little butthurt about it. They didn’t like how their friends were…taking romantic interests on their little sister.
Which is why you never told them about your feelings towards one of Jamie’s best friends, Tyler Seguin.
You’d met Tyler officially, the summer before last, which was also the summer after our short-lived romance with Mike took place. You didn’t think much of him beside the fact that he resembled a good quarter of every professional hockey player you’d come across and gave off three of the traits a guy you’d hate could possess:
He was cocky.
Practically self-absorbed.
And he never tried to hide the fact that he was a big-time player.
He was just a small blip on your radar of Hockey bros that always graced the Benn boys’ summer parties with their presence. It wasn’t until last summer though, when you two kissed after he “accidentally” dropped the card in a heated and drunken game of suck n’ blow…that you realized you had feelings for him. And it wasn’t until later that weekend when you two fell asleep in the bed of his rental truck that was parked further down the road on the edge of the lake and beneath the open night sky, that you realized you liked him.
A lot.
That was last summer though. You and Tyler hadn’t talked since the lake date if you could even call it that, and a lot has changed. You have…well, at least you think you have. You were another year older, one year closer to finishing up your Master's degree and you had even had a nice little string of hookups at school. Well, if you could call two different guys you’d met out on the town– a string of hook-ups. None of that really mattered though because school was out, you were back home, staying with Jamie and Bethany at his lake house and it was the beginning of a new summer.
The summer after a wild Stanley Cup playoffs for Jamie and his team, most likely to ensure a wild party or two. The summer before your last year of Graduate school, and of course, the summer you promised yourself (and Bethany) that you would have nothing to do with Tyler Seguin.
The door to your designated bedroom opened, causing you to jump in fright. “Jesus Jamie, it’s called knocking. Practice it sometime.” You said, removing your hand from your chest as he walked in and sat on the edge of your bed– red solo cup in hand.
“I did, Y/N.” He laughed, bringing the brim of the cup to his lips, pausing before he went to take a swig. “Multiple times.”
“Oh, I couldn’t hear you I guess.”
He just nodded and took another sip. “So the party started–“
“I can smell that.”
A smirk grew onto his face. “If you know, then why haven’t I seen you mingling with the guests? You don’t have to be shy anymore Y/N, they all know you and don’t totally hate you. Even Bethany is down there.”
“I’ll grace them with my presence soon–“
“Sooner or later you’re gonna come around and you’ll be sorry!” He started to belt out as he stood up off of your bed and stumbled over to you, drunkenly throwing his arm over your shoulder. “When you figure out that I was always everything that you needed– Come on, SING WITH ME Y/N!” He smiled, swaying you back and forth, singing the song you’d blast in his car after your boyfriend of a year had broken up with you three summers back.
You reached up and took his cup out of his hand, holding it away from him. “I think you’ve had enough, so I’ll take this.”
He removed his arm and stuck out his bottom lip, slouching forward. “Meanie, but I guess I’ll just get another one downstairs. I’m a grown man, Y/N. I know where the alcohol is.” He perked up and kissed your cheek. “I better see you down there soon Y/N or I’m telling Mom and Dad that they’ve raised a major buzzkill.”
You waved him off and closed the door behind him, walking back towards the dresser and picking up his cup. You sniffed it, unable to figure out what he was drinking, so you just shrugged your shoulders and took a quick sip, finding out why Jamie was so gone, so soon.
He was drinking whiskey.
You heard your door open again and groaned. “Jamie, I said I’d be down in a–“ You turned around and felt all of the air leave your body.
“Well, I’m not Chubbs and this isn’t the bathroom…but hey Y/N.” Tyler laughed, sending chills down your spine as he brought his cup to his lips.
“H-Hey, Tyler,” you replied, trying to hide your nerves. His eyes lingered on yours for a few moments before moving down your body and back up. “How are y-you?”
He smiled, nodding his head before taking a sip. “I’ve got to pee, I’ll see you later.” He turned and walked back out into the hallway. You sighed in relief, but Tyler peeked back in and flashed you another smile and licking his lips. “You look really good, Y/N.” He said, soon disappearing back into the hall.
Once the door shut behind him, you let out the breath you’d been holding and slumped down onto your bed. God, you didn’t think it’d be this hard to try and refrain from jumping his bones. I mean, you guys had only kissed once and it was a drunken kiss. How the hell were you already so deep in his charms? Though, I guess cuddling did really play a huge factor in how hard you fell for him. Stupid Tyler with his stupid magic cuddles. You groaned and stood yourself up, walking towards your dresser and reaching for Jamie’s cup, chugging the remaining whiskey and ignoring the burning sensation as it traveled down your throat– leaving you craving more. You left your room, wasting no time to get to the kitchen and started searching through the cabinet, grabbing a new bottle of fireball and placing it on the counter. 
“Hey Y/N!” Jamie Oleksiak smiled, walking in and looking sober as ever….he must have just gotten here.
“Hey Big Rig,” you mumbled, placing a cup in front of him and waving your hands towards the alcohol covered counter, suggesting he make whatever he wanted.
“I’ll have what you’re having,” he smiled, scooting his cup towards you. You unscrewed the cap off of the bottle of fireball and poured it into your cup, not stopping until it was one suggested line near the brim. “On second thought…” He reached for his cup and grabbed an already opened can of coke and the bottle of captain. “I think I’ll make my own.” He eyed your 70 proof whiskey filled cup. “You be careful, alright?”
Ignoring his warning, you took a long swig, barely feeling the burning sensation as it numbed your insides- instead, feeling a familiar warmth from a certain someone’s touch…instantly drawing you to take another long sip. You were going to need more than this to survive the night…especially since Tyler was here.
A few hours and many drinks later, the party was still going strong and miraculously, so were you. You hadn’t seen nor bumped into Tyler since he walked into your bedroom, so the need to consume more whiskey had died down a tad. Mainly because between you and Bethany, the bottle was near empty. Spending more time with a good mix of both brother’s teammates and going to college over the years had taught you a lot of things, the most important one being: how to control your alcohol.
You were outside sitting on the edge of the patio, watching everyone else swim in the pool and mingling by the lake with one another, particularly watching a group of people pass around a joint, Big Rig being one of them. “Pass it.”
He opened his bloodshot eyes and shook his head. “No way, your b-brothers would kill me.” He said, smoke leaving his mouth.
“They’re not in charge of me,” You insisted, holding out your hand.
You could see the internal struggle going on in his eyes before he sighed and passed the tiny joint from his fingers to yours. You looked at it, pondering whether it was you wanting to smoke or the alcohol influencing you to. “Y/N what the hell?” You turned around and saw Jordie standing there, shirtless and soaking wet. “Jamie dude, what the fuck? She’s not smoking this!” He said, taking the joint out of your hands and handing it to him.
“I tried man, she wouldn’t listen!” Big Rig explained, passing the joint onto someone else.
Before you could even begin to come up with a reply to your brother, he grabbed you by your elbow and dragged you through the crowd of peers and back into the house. “Jordie, what the hell?” You shouted, pulling your elbow out of his grasp.
“Listen, there’s one thing Jamie and I promised ourselves when we finally agreed to let you come to these parties and that was to take care of you. You’re already way past drunk, I’m not letting you get high. God knows what’ll happen to you.” He said, opening the fridge and grabbing two bottles of water. “Here, you’re done. Drink this.” He twisted the cap off of one of them and slid it over to you.
“You can’t tell me what t-to do! I’m 24 fucking years old for God’s sake.” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest and not touching the water.
“Why are you acting like this? Is it because you saw Tyler?” You looked over at Jordie and opened your mouth to reply with something smart, but you couldn’t speak. “I know it was, because Max saw you in the kitchen, coming downstairs and start to down fireball like it was fucking water. And don’t even lie, because Big Rig backed him up.” He took a sip of water and shook his head at you. “Tyler is trouble Y/N. Don’t get caught in his web, because as soon as you do, you won’t be able to get out.”
You grabbed your bottle of water and turned on your heels, walking out of the kitchen and leaving him with no reply. You didn’t want to stand there anymore and get a lecture from your older brother when you were supposed to be letting loose and having fun. You walked outside and climbed back onto your ledge, peering out at the people who hadn’t had their drinking privileges taken away from them. You felt someone bump into your back, pushing you off of the ledge and towards the grass– landing on your face. “Fuck,” you groaned, your face throbbing.
“Holy shit, Y/N are you okay?” A pair of hands slid underneath your arms and helped you off of the ground. “Whoa, okay come one, let’s get you inside.”
You opened your eyes and saw that Tyler was practically carrying you into the house…where Jordie was. “No!” You said, pulling yourself out of his arms and almost stumbling again.
“Y/N you fell, we need to see if you’re okay.” He replied, grabbing your wrist and taking you with him into the house, where Jordie was probably waiting to be the party pooper of all party poopers. “Come on, it’s crowded down here. We’ll just go upstairs.”
Your stomach twisted into knots when you looked down as saw that Tyler was no longer holding your wrist, but instead had his fingers intertwined with yours as he led you upstairs. You didn’t say a word as he passed by each of the doors and turned into your room. “Tyler, why are we here?”
“You have a bathroom connected to your room, don’t you?” He let go of your hand and walked into the bathroom that connected to your room. He turned on the sink only to turn it off moments later, then coming back into your room with a wet washcloth in his hands. 
He held it up and went to put it on your face, but you jumped back. “Y/N you have dirt all over your face, come on.” He laughed, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to him. He pressed the washcloth to your cheek and rubbed it softly, his eyes switching from yours to your lips. When you noticed the movement in his eyes, your breathing hitched and he took notice. “Okay, dirt’s gone,” he smiled.
Neither of you moved from where you stood. A corner of his lips turned up, a smirk that seemed to be daring you to make the first move…but your body couldn’t muster up enough courage. Tyler sucked in his lips and nodded. “Get some rest, Y/N, you look pretty tired.” He turned around and took a single step as your body seemed to unfreeze from its imprisonment.
“Tyler!” He turned around and you stepped towards him, pressing your lips against his. “I love you.” You whispered, pulling away with your lips dangerously close to his.
In an instant, Tyler was kissing you again, his hands finding their way up the back of your shirt, sending chills down your spine from his sudden touch. You cradled his face, taking full dominance of Tyler until he pulled away. He grabbed your hand and pushed you onto your bed, standing at the end with a smile on his face as he took off his shirt. You got the memo and took off your shirt, leaning back onto your elbows and raising a single eyebrow, telling Sam that he had the next move.
He smiled and hovered over you, placing his lips onto yours again, this time taking the dominance and not letting up. His lips moved down the side of your neck and the moment he found your weak spot, you let out a muffled moan. Cocky bastard, you thought as you felt his lips pull into a smile against your skin. 
Your hands fumbled for his belt buckle and as soon as you undid it, you used your legs to push his cargo shorts down to his ankles. Tyler pulled away and stepped out of his shorts, tossing them off to the side and rested on his knees, gazing down at you. “This…” h said, his fingertips slowly dancing across your skin and down the hem of your skirt, sliding two fingers underneath the waistband. “Needs to come off.” He slid you out of your skirt and tossed it somewhere next to his pants before attacking your lips again.
Everything started to feel like a blur as the two of you kept kissing. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the sexual tension between you and Tyler finally being acknowledged, that made you feel like you were flying too close to the sun– it’s warmth engulfing your entire body. But you were sure of one thing, and that was that you never wanted this moment to end. With his hands roaming across your body, his touch sending shocks of warmth and comfort throughout you. His lips soft and sweet, tasting like the cinnamon of your favorite whiskey as he kissed your passionately…the way his raspy voice sounded when he told you that he loved you during the moment that you two were riding out your high’s– right before he finished and laid beside you, pulling you into his side and kissing your forehead as he rubbed little circles on your hip. And when he said it again… “I love you,  Y/N.” Right then and there, you were sure that you never wanted to leave this state of warmth with Tyler.
Your head rocked to the side slowly as you opened your eyes to see the sun peeking its way through the blinds in your room. You sighed and smiled, closing your eyes again as the events from late last night replayed in your mind. “Good morning, Ty–“ You rolled over, expecting to see a still sleeping Tyler by your side, but the moment your hand made contact with your bed sheet, your eyes opened again and you sat up with your bed sheet held against you to see Tyler, nor his clothes…anywhere in your room. The hurt began to set in when you realized that the noise you heard shortly after falling asleep, wasn’t just a part of your dream…it was Tyler leaving your room. Leaving you in your bed, naked, like you had meant nothing, like what you did meant nothing…and what you said, meant nothing. And maybe it hadn’t, at least not to him, anyway. 
You got out of bed and walked over to your drawers, keeping the sheet around you and grabbed yourself a pair of underwear and a bra. Dropping the blanket, you put them both on and grabbed a pair of pajama shorts and one of Jamie’s old Stars shirts, getting dressed before tossing your hair up into a bun and walking out of your room and down the stairs. When you stepped into the kitchen, you notice that most of the evidence from the party had been cleaned up and three figures were sitting on the couch in the living room watching TV. You didn’t bother to talk to them, so you grabbed yourself a bowl and the box of apple jacks, along with the milk and made yourself breakfast.
“Good morning, Y/N.” You looked up and saw Jordie walking into the kitchen and going to grab himself a bowl. “How’d you sleep?”
You took a bite of your cereal. “Uh, pretty good,” you gulped, looking at him and hoping to God that he didn’t know anything. “Why?”
He unscrewed the cap of the Tylenol bottle and grabbed two pills, handing them over to you before pouring himself a bowl of cereal. “No reason.”
“Morning!” Jamie said, coming into the kitchen as well, already eating a bowl of cereal as Bethany followed behind him.
“Morning,” you replied, your mouth full of cereal.
“Such a caveman.” Bethany laughed, taking a bite of the banana she was holding. “Are your guys’ parents still coming over for dinner?”
“Nope, mom called and said they’ll be over tomorrow for brunch instead,” Jamie sighed, stretching his arms up into the air. “So we can go on the lake today.”
“Sweet, are you guys coming with?” Jordie asked, looking at Bethany and me.
“It’s up to your sister. I go where she goes, best friends never travel alone.”
“Who’s all going?” You asked, twirling your spoon around your bowl and watching the few remaining pieces of apple jacks spin around.
“Most of the team are leaving this morning that I know of,” Jamie said, chewing onto his cereal. “But Jordie and I, Mike, Katie, Domi, Big Rig, Tyler–“
“Nah, I think I’ll stay here. Not feeling too hot from last night. But Bethany, you can go.” You said, getting up and walking your bowl over to the sink and leaving it there. “You guys have fun, though.” You headed towards the stairs and were about to walk up, but you turned around and walked back to Jordie, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him tightly. “I love you. Even when I’m stubborn and a pain in the ass, you always look out for me and I’m glad you’re my older brother.”
Jordie stood there awkwardly at first, unsure as to why you were hugging him, but then he relaxed and hugged you back, swaying you back and forth. “Love you too Y/N.”
You pulled away and walked towards Jamie, sliding your arms onto his shoulders and kissing his cheek. “You too Chubbs, I’m glad you’re my older brother.”
Before he could say anything and Bethany could stop you, you smiled at the three of them and headed back towards the stairs, walking up them and back into your room, closing the door behind you. You stood there for a few seconds and saw the almost empty bottle of fireball still sitting on your dresser from last night. You picked it up and unscrewed the cap, tilting the bottle back as you pressed your lips to the brim and tasted the last few drops before throwing it into the trash. It took a few seconds before the drops of whiskey hit your throat, filling up your body with the smallest hint of warmth that was so similar to what you felt when you were with Tyler.
“If only you would listen to yourself kid,” You mumbled to yourself, staring at your bed as your mind replayed the moment you first met Tyler, the day you realized he was no good and of course, the times that Jamie, Jordie, and Bethany had subtly warned you against him.
A knock from your door caught your attention and Bethany opened it, walking in soon after. She eyed the bottle of fireball and raised her eyebrows. “Not feeling too hot, huh?”
Your throat felt dry as you stared at your best friend, caught in the reminiscing of your night with Tyler and feeling guilty for caving into his spell. “I had sex with Tyler.” Your hand slapped over your mouth as soon as the confession left your lips.
Bethany sighed as she closed the door behind her and took the bottle out of your hands. “I know.”
“Y-You know?” You felt your skin grow cold as the endless possibilities ran through your mind. Could people hear you two? Did she walk in and you hadn’t noticed? Did someone else walk into the room when you had Tyler had fallen asleep?
“Jamie and I were coming upstairs to um…” A soft blush came across her cheeks. You knew that she and Big Rig had gotten along pretty well since he came over last summer…but you didn’t know that they were hooking up. “But we saw him sneaking out of your room.”
You leaned onto your dresser and groaned. “I’m such an idiot. You guys warned me and I didn’t listen.” Your hands fell to your sides as you looked at your bed. “He told me he loved me and whether it was a ‘thanks for making me cum’ love or what– the fucker said it…and then left me alone like it was nothing.”
Bethany walked over to you and gave you a hug, her embrace tight as she comforted you. “Maybe one day his dick will fall off from all the sex he has.”
You wanted to laugh, you truly did. But you couldn’t, not naturally. So you forced out a fake laugh and pulled away, plastering on a big smile. “Maybe.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to come to the lake with us today? Or that you want me to go? I’d love nothing more than you sit in with you and watch chick flicks all day.”
You shook your head and smiled, waving her off. “No, go have fun with my brothers and Big Rig. I’ll be okay.”
She held your hand and squeezed it as she opened the door and turned back to you. “Love you.”
“Love you too.”
The moment she closed the door behind her, you headed over to your bathroom and walked in, turning on the light and closing the door. You turned towards the shower and put the dial all the way to hot as the water came down. As you turned back towards the counter, you saw a gray crumpled up shirt sitting on our sink. You didn’t recognize it as either Jamie’s or Jordie’s and it wasn’t exactly something Bethany would wear. You turned it around and saw bold white letters spell out Tyler’s last name across the shoulder blades. You could smell his cologne as if it was radiating off of it and a small smile played on the corner of your lips, filling you with warmth as you pictured Tyler.
“Now you’re addicted to him like whiskey,” you muttered, holding his shirt in your hands. “Idiot.”
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