#tae always looks extra tasty

[sugar-petals]

++ℌ𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔧𝔬𝔟𝔰 ・with sub!Taeyong

↳ NOTE. Let’s turn up the heat tyongfs 🔥

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content + warnings ⚠️ prince kink, femdom!reader, tied up tyong, fleshlight use, dirty talk, brief oral mentions, praise kink, toys, edging, you know the drill

- Don’t wanna sleep tonight? Then let me quickly mention that his arms aren’t the only extremely veiny part of his body. 

- Anyway. From the beginning. Sorry for making you scream right away.

- When’s the best time to go at it you ask. As far as atmosphere is concerned? Sometime after a cozy dinner where Taeyong dished on his infamous quality cooking. A table full of tasty, healthy treats all prepared with love and diligence. 

- You’ll both need the energy, trust me. And he is well aware what kind of food is a great aphrodisiac. Not that both of you wouldn’t be turned on without it. It just makes date night even more pleasurable is what I’m saying. The meal is already part of the whole process.

- No garlic nor heavy dishes either. Guy knows what he’s doing.

- He also makes sure to politely serve the food still wearing his cutest apron for some eye candy. Body-conscious, are we. Taeyong is not ignorant of how his looks affect you. His silhouette is just amazing. 

- To go even further. He might actually wear some nerdy glasses. Amping up the sex appeal to new levels is an NCT thing and Taeyong certainly brings that idea to his private life as well. 

- I don’t have to tell you that you won’t stay on your seat for very long once the plates are cleared off the table. There’s important neo business to attend to.

- A smooth transfer from post-dinner making out to jerking him off: Some sexy as fuck French kissing, seated on the couch and grabbing him by the tie. He’s a great lover, once your lips do their dance he’s absolutely in the moment.

- I gotta emphasize. This man’s focus on you is just unparalleled. Completely. And utterly. Undivided attention.

- Your hands already work on their own. This shit isn’t difficult when there’s an extra horny “please, please” Lee Taeyong at your disposal. He has the magic ability to absorb any nervousness from you without even doing anything in particular. That’s the boyfriend you wanna have.

- Only problem’s peeling those tight pants off because he has model legs but that’s about it. No preparations needed except some cherry-scented lube because ain’t Taeyong a sweet Cherry Bomb?

- Now handjobs... are Taeyong’s favorite thing because hey, he can use his puppy bedroom eyes on you up close (props for not melting at them right away). While at the same time getting to feel your hands which he’s obsessed with, so, so badly. 

- Don’t believe me? He has a folder on his phone with 200 random pictures of them. It’s basically a shrine. 

- They pet and pinch him so innocently throughout the day but give him all those milky orgasms or as many spanks as he’s ready for by night. That duality is making Taeyong so eager, you don’t even know.

- It’s easy on your esteem, Taeyong trusts you, and you can’t go wrong. It’s your hands, whatever hot thing they’re doing is magnificent to him.

- When it comes to methods, you don’t have a specific rhythm. Why do one when you can use ten? You figured out to adapt to how aroused he is rather than just steamrolling on and on. 

- Simply by observing his breathing and how he twitches especially closely. Taeyong is grateful, he likes edging and drawing out his orgasm for as long as he can keep it together. 

- Right from the start he always blurts out sugar-sweet and breathy whines that only get higher and higher the slower you go with your thumbs, massaging right into the underside of his cock. 

- Right at the top, and all the way down at the bottom. His favorite spots. Sometimes, even paying some attention to the perineum. Which is gonna make him squeal and bite into the backside of his hand. Oh my god, king of whining.

- If you go a little faster on the other hand, he starts choking up and cries. Number one reason you’re heavily praising Taeyong because he is so overwhelmed by pleasure and doesn’t hold back on showing just that. No filter. That’s how we like it.

- When you’re going for the slower version, your favorite thing is keeping one hand up his shirt along the way. Or in his hair. It’s so soft and gives him tingles when you twirl his bangs around. At the nape of the neck especially. 

- Sometimes, you hold one thigh at the inner side — god, it increases his sensitivity tenfold — or guide his wrist to join your hand as well. 

- Taeyong really appreciates how you pay attention to several body parts at once. Living dream of every guy out there.

- Added benefit: If you hold his shirt or sweater up, he won’t spill any semen over the fabric. Well shit, because his spurts don’t just drizzle out. And if he does, then — not to worry anyway. Taeyong is the laundry MVP.

- Hand holding? Also not off-limits at all. And not just palm on palm, you really interlace your fingers and don’t let go until he cums. Unless you use two hands which you often will because there are so many spots to tease and so many creative techniques to try. 

- Tied up does it better. Taeyong has really fidgety legs and is a reaction king. Sometimes to his detriment because he slips out of your fingers or winds into sudden contortions. Remember, this bitch is flexible. He’s not Ten but Taeyong’s surely bendy all the way. So, bondage is a good choice. Pink rope to be exact.

- To challenge his self-control even more? You give into your prince kink and put a small size crown on his head. Ordered online, kind of expensive. Let’s see if he can balance that if you’re going hard teasing the soul out of that dick. Since one thing’s for sure, you’re gonna drain him on the spot until he’s a tiny pile of bliss.

- Taeyong is so hot and bothered, about half-way in he forgets how to speak. It’s tough for him not to come early once you’re in tunnel vision mode, he can’t even look you in the eye.

- In fact. Oh shit. So much is going on with his face, you think of setting up a camera just to capture his beautiful expressions and dropped jaw. Those are worth making an entire black and white picture album.

- He really gets off from your talking. Your voice. Every little detail of what you say you’ll do to him is gonna have Taeyong losing his mind. 

- You giving orders is what he enjoys the most. To use a hyperbole: Taeyong is the most obedient sub you’ll come, I mean cum across. And lord does he like some casual sexy narration as well.

- Once you make him imagine your hand being the squeezing entrance of your pussy, he’s at your mercy entirely. Worse if you say it’s your cervix opening just enough to let him in a little. Or if you use your lips to make him imagine he’s slowly pressing into it. 

- You’re really 100% ready to torture this man, are you.

- Talk about using your lips. For some reason, wild and sloppy mouth movements aren’t really Taeyong’s thing. Steady and deliberate is where it’s at. Especially his tip appreciates that a lot. 

- Guy’s been singing about ‘your lips’ for long enough, about time he feels them on himself. A little kiss on his dick here and there does wonders in making him tremble. Goosebumps all the way, baby.

- As boyfriend as girlfriend, you picked that up from him. When Taeyong eats pussy — guess what you do in the morning if this is the evening activity my friends — all he can think of more often than not is kissing it and kissing it some more. 

- Why always tentacle your tongue around without any system to it. Sometimes, you just put your lips together and: smooch. Elegant and to the point. Y’know. Taeyong has nice pouty lips that fit perfectly on you. And you got lips that fit so well on him. 

- It makes him melt into the sofa. It’s the simplest but most effective thing you can pull to give some contrast to what you do with your hands. Tastes like cherry and precum.

- At this point, he’s sitting there, body all loose, his eyes closed, head falling back, with a raspy panting tone. Hair messy, sweat on his forehead. Whatever stars he’s seeing, good for him. Taeyong is breaking through several dimensions like it’s a WayV music video or something.

- Before you escalate into a full-on unhinged blowjob and Taeyong’s brain is fried to oblivion entirely, you usually pause for a bit or switch to toys. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s into the occasional sounding or cock rings.

- And, very well. Beware the mighty fleshlight, Lee Taeyong. Beware, you fucker. Once you whip that one out, he’s desperately humping it for I don’t know, months, every free second he gets, it’s his favorite thing. The whole device is pretty much permanently soaked somewhere in the bathroom to keep up with the cleaning.

- Him or you holding it, or attaching it to a chair, anything will do. But the best is always you using it on him and calling him “Aw, my poor little thing” when he ends up completely overstimulated or gets another drooling, crying, mind-bending orgasm. The power of lubed silicone.

- Best combined with a vibe in his ass for good measure. You can bend him into the wildest positions. Splits, doggy style with his hands cuffed, on his back with his ankles suspended from the ceiling: Long as his prostrate is getting buzzed off and he feels that sweet, sweet pressure and slick suction on his cock. So, best addition to any handjob right here. Taeyong’s gonna be in heaven every time. 

- Or wait, isn’t he an angel already? A horny one, but still. 

- You got the technique and the toys down, what’s the cherry — I know, the imagery just won’t leave him — on top, then? Since you’re clever and know your man’s taste, you put Delight on repeat. If Baekhyun doesn’t have the best handjob music that’s gonna set Taeyong on fire, I dunno anymore. Goddamn, Candy is his anthem.

- Bonus: Not to mention that Taeyong will do you the favor of playing his unreleased songs that didn’t make it through SM’s censorship. You know what kind of things this guy writes in those fucking lyrics. You can basically use them as a manual.

- Bonus 2: If you think about it. Baekhyun’s ballads can serve as a perfect aftercare background. Just way better than white noise, and you can go right back to where you started which is kissing and kissing and more kissing and cuddles.

- And don’t forget, as I mentioned. Veins, veins, veiny all the way, all around and always very visible. That being said. Have a good night’s rest.

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Mr. Smee stared first and Joe Haigh, then and Edward, back and forth, befuddled. “Cap’n said what?” he stammered. He’d been bringing Hook his meals and tea for as long as he could remember.

Edward looked as confused as Mr. Smee and Victor did. Joe Haigh had done his job of delivering Hook’s orders and left the galley to attend his duties and prepare for his mission this evening. Edward shrugged and washed the flour from his hands. He took the tea tray from Mr. Smee.

“I di’ nae understand myself, Mr. Smee,” Edward said apologetically. “I’ll be right back, Victor.” He hustled up to Hook’s cabin, knocking as always.

“Enter,” Hook said pleasantly.

Edward set the tray down on one side of Hook’s desk and poured the first cup of tea, careful to pour it through the small sieve so no tea leaves ended up in the captain’s cup. He set the cup within easy reach of Hook’s left hand, along with the honey, a small plate of scones and a ramekin of goat’s butter.

“Anything else, sir?” Edward asked.

“A few moments of your time,” Hook purred, stirring the honey into his tea.

“Aye, sir,” Edward sat down across from the captain. “I can always spare a few moments for you, sir.”

Hook took a sip of his tea and smiled approvingly. “Mr. Haigh was quite excited at the prospect of returning to the island.”

“Oh?” Edward said. “I’m sure he’s happy about that.”

“Assuming I do not change my mind between now and sunset,” Hook noted. “I’ve tasked him with locating the source of the Natives flour and cornmeal and collecting information on how many of the warriors are left, including how many are healthy versus wounded.”

“I’d rather he just figures out how to steal the flour and cornmeal they have,” Edward said. “I have nae much experience in milling either flour or corn.”

“I see,” Hook said thoughtfully, taking a bite of his scone.  “I say, are there raisins in the scones today?”

“Aye. Victor, er, that is, Mr.Koslov, set some of the grapes we harvested out in the sun tae dry after we were back aboard ship. We thought you might enjoy a little something extra in you scones.”

“Quite tasty.”  Hook complimented. “But back to the business at hand.  Depending on how many fighting men are left in the tribe, I was considering sailing to the other side of the island and suggest they turn over a goodly portion of their flour and other stores that we need or threaten to blow the village right off Mr. Haigh’s map. What say you to that?”

Edward smiled darkly. “I say fire in the hole, sir. Actually, it sounds like a good idea tae me, regardless of what information Haigh brings back.”

“Really?” Hook said feigning surprise “And pray tell, why is that?”

“Because if you give them any warning, they might just bug out during the night to the North, and that would interfere greatly with our ability to hunt fresh meat and other supplies.”

“True,” Hook acknowledged. “That is a possibility. Then we would have less resources to exploit when we go ashore again. I’m positive that it was the savages that planted the corn and other vegetables we raided last time.”

“Good point, sir.” Edward mused. “I had nae considered that part of it. Maybe Mr. Haigh can find out what method they use to grind their wheat and corn into flour and meal instead?”

“Yes,” Hook said thoughtfully. “I shall take that under consideration.”

“Is that all, sir?” Edward asked. “Not that I di’ nae love your company, but I do need to get back to the galley and help Mr. Koslov.”

“Of course,” Hook nodded. He crooked a finger at Edward as the man rose to leave. Edward, used to Hook’s subtle hints, walked around the desk to kiss Hook, for he knew that was what Hook desired. Having satiated Hook’s needs, Edward hustled back to help Victor get the crew’s midday meal ready.

Mr. Smee took the captain his lunch and four o’clock tea, as well as his dinner, making him feel secure that he’d not been relived of that part of his duties, though he doubted Hook would require his to help dressing now that Edward had moved into his cabin. But that remained to be seen on the morrow.

Shortly before evening meal was to be served, Hook sent for Joe Haigh and was waiting behind his desk when the man arrived at his open door.

“Do close the door behind yourself,” Hook said casually. “We don’t want the whole ship to know your mission now, do we?”

“No sir,” Haigh replied. “So, mon capitaine. You have decided to let me go ashore, oui?”

“Yes,” Hook propped his boots up on his desk. “Your goals have changed slightly, but yes.”

[eclecticstarlightconnoisseur]

EDINBURGH TO BOSTON - CHAPTER 17 - WITH YOU, I AM BORN AGAIN.

Good evening all. I am re-posting the last two chapters of E-to-B so you can either catch up if you didn’t get a chance to read it or it is new to you. I will post Chapter 18 tomorrow night. The newest chapter will be posted most likely this Thursday. At the very latest Friday. Thank you for your patience in waiting for each chapter.

AND HAPPY WORLD OUTLANDER DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is a very, very long chapter. in fact it comes in at over 9300 words. I had considered breaking it up, but in the end, I felt it would lose some of the continuity if I did.

Also, when you think about this chapter this is a “making up” chapter. So at the end of the chapter, there is an NSFW scene. Please take this as an advisement if this is not your thing.

For the sake of the story, J&C are in business class on the plane. BUT, in order to make certain things happen, we must pretend that that darned console is not there.

Again the title of the chapter relates to a Motown song. The song to me represents coming together.  There is a link at the end and I wound hope that you will listen to it. To me, it just says Jamie and Claire. I thought it very apropos considering what they went through in Boston and having almost lost each other. That is the reason for the choice of title and song. I hope it makes sense to you like it does to me. There are still some unresolved feelings, but we will get to that a little later.

As always I am deeply indebted to @scubalass​ who keeps me honest with the story, finds my mistakes, and keeps me on the straight and narrow. Thank you, thank you, thank you.🧡🧡🧡🧡

I am always open to questions about this chapter or any other chapter. Any thoughts comments or suggestions are always welcome.

Thanks for reading my ramble. So without further delay, I give you the newest chapter of Edinburgh to Boston. Here goes nothing. I hope you enjoy.

Edinburgh to Boston

Chapter 17

With You, I Am Born Again

The slumbering beast droned awake. The engines hummed as the jet slowly taxied into position for takeoff. Having received clearance from the tower, th  e Captain released the deceptive power held in check. Roaring to life, the air shook around its massive body. Gathering speed, the lumbering giant began its climb toward its skyward goal. Thundering it thrust forward shearing the air mass surrounding it. The flaps moved into place and the brakes groaned as the landing gear retracted with a loud thud. Continuing its ascent, the silver leviathan increased its speed causing air molecules to strike the fuselage mercilessly. It finally reached cruising altitude leveling off.  And it became blessedly quiet. Claire Beauchamp raised her head up from its hiding place within the crook of Jamie Fraser’s neck. She looked like a snail peeking out of its shell after a rainstorm. “‘Tis alright lass. We’re in the air. ‘Tis safe tae come out now,” he coaxed her. “Easy for you to say, Fraser. You’ve never been in a plane crash.” Childhood memories of the plane crash that took the lives of her parents still haunt her. Claire survived the accident because her mother sacrificed herself using her body to shield her precious daughter from injury.

“Aye, yer right, Sassenach. And I hope I never find out what that’s like.” Smiling at her, he placed a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose.

Claire leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed. “Another seven hours and we’ll be in Scotland. I can’t wait to go home and leave the memories of this miserable trip behind us.”

“Ye ken it was no’ a total disaster Sassenach,” he suggested trying to lighten her mood. “We made the acquaintance of Harry and Maizie and we had fun in the park, did we no?” He looked at her with a sidelong glance, “Then we umm,” he cleared his throat. The beginnings of a spectacularly vibrant red blush colored his cheeks, “then we became better acquainted, several times. I hope I was no’ a disappointment tae ye Claire,” he said shyly.

“A disappointment? Were you a disappointment? Fraser, I have never been so thoroughly shagged in my life. A disappointment, forsooth!”

The redness on Jamie’s cheek deepened. A self-satisfied smile splayed across his face.

“Ye ken we still have three days left before we have tae return tae work. Do ye have any idea of what ye would like tae do?”

She tilted her head back as she stared upward contemplating his question.

“For one thing, a nice long soaking bath,” she exhaled with pleasure. “Wearing my softest pyjamas, curling up in bed and sleeping. Oh! And order take away so I don’t have to go grocery shopping and cook. It just sounds like heaven.” She smiled contentedly as she stretched languorously.

“Ye ken Sassenach I hoped that we could spend the time together.” Sagging into his seat he radiated a sense of disappointment at the prospect of not spending the time together.

Running her fingers over his cheek, “I didn’t say I wanted to do those things alone, did I? Is your bathtub big enough for two?”

“Yes. No. Yes!”

Is a bathtub big enough for two what it would take tae get Beauchamp into his home? He wondered? I may be looking at a bathroom renovation if it doesna fit the two of us. Ah weel a small price to pay, he thought.

“‘Tis big enough for me so a wee lassie like you should have nay trouble fitting in it.” Thinking about the last time they shared a bath together made the tips of his ears turn pink. What is about Beauchamp that could reduce him to an awkward blushing schoolboy?

“I guess we will have to find out together, won’t we Fraser?” Claire licked her lips as if she was going to sample a tasty morsel. “I also seem to remember you promised to do things to me that would make me scream once we arrive home. You are a man of your word, are you not?” Claire responded in a seductive voice.

It was his turn to make her squirm. “Claire, I am a man of my word. I intend to make ye scream with the wanting. I will have ye riding waves of pleasure till ye can bear it nay more,” his smile both reckless and savage made no mistake as to what his intentions were.

Her eyes opened wide, and her jaw dropped. She tried to swallow but her mouth had gone dry, arid like the deserts of her youth. She knew he meant it. It almost sounded more like a threat than a promise. A threat she couldn’t wait for him to make good on.

“Ye should get some rest, Claire. Ye’ll need it,” his whispered with a provocative voice weighty with a primitive want and need.

His eyes closed as a small smile curved on his lips.

Claire reclined her seat, but could not sleep. She was restless wriggling around trying to find a comfortable position to nap in.

“Ye canna sleep, Sassenach? Yer wiggling like a wee lad with a toad in his pocket.”

“No, I can’t sleep. Just couldn’t get comfortable.”

“What is it? Is there anything on yer mind?” Jamie didn’t trust that she still wasn’t keeping secrets from him.

She looked at him shyly, “Now that you mention it, I do have one more confession to make.”

He sat up straight, bracing himself for the worst. “And that is…what?”

“I really can bake you know. I just never made a cake with a saw in it.”

Laughing, she completely reclined her seat and moments later her body relaxed into sleep.

Jamie watched her fall asleep, just as easy as you please, “Christ, Claire, ye will be the death of me yet,” he muttered shaking his head. With one hand, Jamie took a blanket twirling it open with the dexterity of a matador swirling his Capote de Brega covering his Sassenach.

The cabin was dark for some time and all around him, the sounds of passengers settling in for the night time passage had little effect on Jamie. The pull of sleep would not come. His mind jumped through the events over the past several days. With her startling revelation of abuse and rape at the hands’ of her ex-husband, he feared she might compare him to Frank. Not that he would ever hurt her. God, no. But there was something about Beauchamp that drove him to extremes of emotion. He wanted to protect her like a wee kitten that he could keep safe in his shirt and cradle tenderly. And then. And then there were times he wanted to take her, spread her thighs wide and plow into her like a crazed rutting bull. That’s what worried him. What if he could not be gentle? Would he frighten her? He did not want to be compared to him. Over and over again, he told himself his fears were baseless, senseless. After all, they had been intimate several times without the slightest hint or suggestion that she was afraid of him. He would need to find a way to reassure her. And perhaps, himself.  Coming to a decision, he closed his eyes and fell into a restless sleep.

Several hours later, Jamie woke only to find Claire awake as well. She was reading a book on her tablet, one of those bodice-rippers that she was so fond of.  

Claire turned her head toward Jamie’s movement. “Can’t sleep?” she inquired.

“Nah. Uncomfortable. I see ye canna either.”

“No, I usually don’t sleep well, if at all, on planes,” she shrugged as this was an accepted fact of life.

They sat quietly for a while until Jamie broke the silence.  “Would ye like tae hear a story, Sassenach?”

“That would be wonderful.”

“Weel, did I ever tell ye the story of Mary McNab?”

“No, I don’t believe you have.”

“Then, I shall,” he smiled brightly. “Mary McNab lived with her husband and son in a small croft on the Lallybroch lands.  Her husband Ronald worked with my Da on the farm. Now Ronald was a very good worker.  He had one flaw. He turned mean when he drank. Whenever he got paid or came into some extra money, he would make his way to a local pub. After staggering home, he would take out his frustration and anger on his wife and his poor wee laddie. If his son made too much noise while playing or his supper was not to his liking, they suffered for it.

One hot summer day Jenny and some of her friends made plans to go swimming at the loch. As they approached it, Jenny spotted wee Rabbie McNab with his fishing pole sitting shirtless on a log, hook dangling in the water. On hearing the laughter of the approaching girls, he jumped up tae get his shirt that hung over a tree branch but dinna get himself covered before the girls saw him. The lad was covered in bruises in various colors, purple, yellow, and brown.

Jenny reached him and spun him around to face her while he struggled into his shirt.

“Rabbie, who did this tae ye?” Jenny demanded her face white with shock and anger.

“No one. I…I fell down the stairs,” the scared lad told her. He knew what would happen if he told.

“I dinna think sae. I ask ye again, Rabbie McNab, who did this tae ye?” Jenny had heard rumors about his father’s drunkenness and the abuse he heaped on his family.

The boy went silent. His head hanging down low.

“Sae that’s how ‘tis? Come on then,” Jenny grabbed him by the hand pulling and dragging the boy along with her.

“Miss, where are we goin’?”

“Tae see my Da. He’ll get tae the bottom of this.”

“No, Miss, no! Ye canna! Please!” The bairn clearly panicked at this possibility.

“Why no’, Rabbie?”

“Because if my Da finds out…” His free hand went tae his mouth as he realized what he had said.

“Mmphm. Rabbie dinna be afraid my Da willna let nay harm come tae ye.”

Da and I were mending the sheep’s pen, again. It seemed that Huey, the fifth in his line, managed to create a hole large enough allowing him and his harem to escape.

Holding Rabbie’s hand so he would not run off, Jenny explained to her Da what prompted her concern for the wee lad showing him the bruises on Rabbie’s back.

Rabbie finally and tearfully told the truth.

You could see how angry my Da became as he listened tae the story. His eyebrows drew in and his lips formed a tight line.

“Alright, Master Rabbie get ye inside. Tell Mrs. Crook tae feed ye up, aye? I need tae speak with my daughter and son.”  

Rabbie hesitated.

“Get ye gone, lad. Miss Jenny will come tae keep ye company directly.”

The boy took halting steps toward the door, fear and worry emanated from his small form.

“Oh, and Rabbie, dinna be afraid for yerself or yer Mam, aye? Nay harm shall come tae either of ye.”

The boy nodded his head. A glimmer of hope and trust brightened the sad hazel eyes.

I looked at my Da wondering what he would do. How do you interfere in another man’s family? But, then this was no ordinary problem. Wife beating. Child beating. This was different.

“What are ye going tae do Da?”

Da paced back and forth, running his hands through his thick black hair contemplating the question. “I dinna ken laddie, but by Christ, I will do something. I canna sit by and let the pur lad and his mam be beaten every time the man is gone with drink. Let’s go talk with Mistress McNab,”

So I went with my Da tae the McNab croft. Mrs. McNab, of course, denied everything saying her bruises were the result of accidental injuries. She claimed to be a clumsy person, always tripping and falling. She said her laddie took after her, bumping into things, falling, tripping.

Da took her by the hand leading her to a chair to sit. “Mary, ye ken that I know. I have seen Ron at the pub o’er taken with drink. I’ve seen him get into fights.” Brian’s hazel eyes went soft with compassion. “I will see ye and yer lad safe. I can give you the protection of my home and my family’s good name. But, Mary ye must tell me true. Is he hurting ye and yer son?”

Mary McNab searched the depths of Brian Fraser’s warm hazel eyes finding the kindness in his soul. She opened up in a great flood of emotions telling us everything.

Listening intently,  Da drummed his fingers on the table considering what she had tae say. He came tae a decision as Mrs. McNab finished her story.

“Mary pack what ye think ye and yer son will need. Ye will come tae stay at Lallybroch until we straighten this out. I will call my lawyer tae see what can be done legally tae protect ye. Then you can decide what you wish tae do. Jamie, go help Mrs. McNab.”

So Mary McNab came home with us. Da called Ned Gowan our lawyer and Mary decided it was in her and her son’s best interest tae get a divorce, which she did. Da hired her tae help Mrs. Crook with the running of the house.

“Jamie, what about her husband? Didn’t he create a fuss? I can’t believe that he agreed to a divorce so easily.”

“He dinna. Ron marched up tae our house and began tae bang on the door calling out my Da. He told my Da that he had no right tae interfere with another man’s family. And as head of his household, he would do as he saw fit.”

“So, my Da asked him where he lived.”

“Have ye gone daft man? Ye ken fine well I live here at Lallybroch.”

“So ye admit ye live on Lallybroch land, do ye? Which is my land, of which I am the Laird? So as the Laird ‘tis my duty tae see tae the welfare of all who live on it. I am responsible for the welfare of every soul here including yer family. So, I say tae ye now Ronald McNab get yer things and get ye gone from my property. Yer services are no longer required.”

With that my Da turned around and went into the house, leaving Ronnie standing there agog.

“Your father used his authority as the Laird to keep her safe and make her husband leave the property, then. I thought you told me that the title of Laird was only honorary.”

“That’s right ‘tis. But in the Highlands memories are long and traditions die slowly ye ken?”

“I’m glad everything worked out for Mary and her son, but why did you tell me this story?”

He took her very small hand in his large warm one, holding it tenderly.

“My Dad asked me if I knew why he brought me along with him. I foolishly told him because he needed another man along with him, to protect his right.” Jamie smiled remembering his youthful faux pas. “My Da looked at me with a benevolent smile and I could see him thinking. I think that day my Da realized that I was becoming a man and no’ just the wee red-heided bairn that chased after him.”

“Aye, Jamie lad I did need a man with me,” Brian Fraser remarked solemnly giving his beloved son his due. “And since ye are near becoming a man grown there are some lessons ye need tae learn that will govern yer behavior yer whole life.”

“Sassenach, ye should have seen me! I puffed myself up like a proud peacock ready tae receive the sage words of wisdom that my Da would impart tae me. I think my Da almost damn near collapsed trying no’ tae laugh at me.” Jamie shook his head recalling his younger self.

Looking at Jamie, Claire could see the love and respect he had for his father. Something she had always wished she had known with her father.

“Da said he took me along with him tae see Mrs. McNab because someday I would hold the title of Laird. As such it was necessary for me to become a fear an urram. Part of being a duine urramach was the need tae have respect for the land and the beasts in my care. And men of honor have a call tae duty toward the people in his care and those he would meet in life. Most of all, a true man had tae respect women and hold them in high esteem. For women are our strength, our hearts, and the hope for the future. Above all else, a true man respects and cares for those he loves. As they are the reason men rise in the dark of the morning and return home with the setting of the sun laboring so that they can be safe and secure. My Da had a wistful look on his face, staring at something only he could see. He looked at me then told me something I dinna understand at the time, but I do now.”

“Mo mac,” Brian Fraser said, “one day ye will find a lady who will be yer anchor in life. Ye will tether yerself tae her for she will be yer safe harbor. She will stand by yer side through the good and the lean. Yer bairns will be sheltered in her body then brought forth in great pain which she will willingly suffer. Her heart and body will comfort ye when ye are sore with fatigue and worry. She will take ye tae her and ye will find peace. She will be yer home. When ye find her ye must treasure her, Jamie, for she is a rare jewel. Dinna abuse her ever.”

Jamie grew quiet recalling the day the Fraser men discussed what would become the guiding principles in his life.

“I asked my Da if this was how it was between him and my Mam.”

“Da gazed out over the land he loved, the land my Mam loved. When he turned tae look at me, his eyes gleamed full of emotion, love, and joy for his land, his bairns, and his wife.”

“Aye Jaime ‘tis. ‘Tis.”

His hand moved to cup her face. “Ye mo chridhe are the love of my heart and my soul. I tell ye this as I dinna want ye ever tae be scairt of me. I would never hurt ye, or…” he choked on the words, “force ye. I couldna bear it if ye were afraid of me,” he said with a hitch in his voice.“

Jamie turned in his seat allowing him to drop his forehead to Claire’s touching, breathing in their shared space.

“I never thought you would, Jamie.” Her hand reached to cup his cheek.

They shared the silence and stillness of their own thoughts as the jet whisked them homeward.

*****************

Traffic back into Edinburgh was light at that hour of the morning. The Uber silently pulled up to the curb in front of Jamie’s flat. Gallantly, Jamie opened the door for Claire offering her his hand for her to step out of the car. Fishing around in his pocket he found his keys. Handing them to Claire, he told her to go inside and get comfortable. He would be along with the luggage shortly. The driver opened the boot and placed the luggage on the pavement.

“Oi mate, what does yer wife have in the bag, eh? Rocks?”

“My wife, he thinks she’s my wife. Do we look like a couple already?” The thought pleased him that they did and a wide grin spread across his face. “One day she will be my wife. One day she will wear my ring.”

Jamie cleared his throat, “She likes to be prepared.”

“Fer what? An apocalypse? Christ man feels like she packed the entire flat in here!”

Jamie just shrugged giving the man a generous tip for his help.

“She is a bonny lass, though. Weel, luck tae ye man,” and sped off to his next call.

He managed to get all the baggage into the foyer and kicked the door closed.

There she was walking around his sitting room picking things up and putting them down. Seeing her there made his heart speed up. She looked so natural there like she belonged there, with him.

Claire turned around after hearing the door slam shut. She flushed worried that he might think she was snooping about. Which she was.

“Jamie, I hope you don’t mind my looking around. You have a lovely home.”

“Thank ye. ‘Tis no much, but ‘tis comfortable.”

His flat reflected him, masculine and functional. Although the room was devoid of a feminine touch it was tastefully decorated. The room was spacious with a large butter-soft gray leather settee, a bold geometric white and black patterned carpet over the hardwood floor, several comfortable armchairs, and a bookcase filled with assorted books dominated the room. An antique wooden trunk place in front of the sette served as a coffee table. On a far wall, a fireplace with a large flat-screen television above it made quite the statement. Most likely for Jamie to watch his beloved rugby games. Another wall displayed various photographs and portraits of his family as well as small paintings of what looked like pastoral scenes. Here and there there were small splashes of color to break up the greys, blacks, and whites of the room. A tartan gracefully draped over the settee.

“Yer welcome to look about, Sassenach. ‘Tis no much tae see. Just a bachelor’s home. I’ll be putting the luggage in the bedroom.” He looked at her to see if she reacted to his statement. Claire only nodded then asked if she could help.

“Nah, I’ll manage. Why don’t ye make us some tea? Are ye hungry? I could make us something to eat if ye like.”

“Hmm, I could stand to eat a bit. I’ll start on making the food while you take care of the bags.”

“Ye can cook!? I dinna think ye had the opportunity to learn.”

“Oh, I can. I just don’t cook much since it’s only just for me.”

Jamie took their bags into his bedroom. A king-size bed big enough to accommodate his large frame stood as the centerpiece of the room. The palette of the room was neutral colors soft beige, cream, and taupe. The room spoke of a man for whom the room became a respite from the stress of his professional life. The en-suite could only be described as luxurious. One wall is covered in multicolor gray stone tiles, the others were painted white, a black marble countertop with a clear glass bowl basin sink completed the esthetic. He looked at the tub and felt delighted that it would accommodate the two of them. Should he get some scented candles, he wondered? What about some bubbly stuff that smells good? Is that what lasses liked? He thought of asking his sister but damn the wee besom. She would be all into his business and he would have no peace. He would need to figure it out himself. Moving back to the bedroom, Jamie opened his chest of drawers. Would she want to leave some of her things here, he wondered? Ought he to make room for her? He worried that he was pushing things too fast.  Better safe than sorry he reasoned. He picked up a pile of old workout clothes from a drawer and stuffed them into the back of a closet. He should have gotten rid of those clothes a long time ago. Having Claire in his life will mean changes, good changes. One that he wanted to make permanent.

He lifted his head and smelled an enticing aroma. She can cook. In the kitchen, he found her busy at work. She listened to some jazzy music as she cooked and was shaking that glorious arse of hers in time to the beat. He didn’t know which he was more hungry for the food or her.

“Something smells good Sassenach. What are ye making?”

Claire turned to face him beaming with happiness and pride. She had a towel draped over one shoulder and her hand one hip.

“Well, Fraser you didn’t have much in the way of food in the refrigerator so we’ll have to make do with this. It’s just a small snack, really. Just about two bites each.” The table was set and the food plated with the panache of a food stylist. There were crispy baguette slices toasted to perfection and fragrant with olive oil. She placed dollops of goat cheese on the bread and covered it with beautifully grilled peach slices. A chiffonade of sauteed basil garnishes the top. And to pull the flavors together a drizzle of honey making it sparkle. Mugs of earthy coffee sent tendrils of fragrant steam into the surrounding dining area whetting their appetite.

Jamie stood there with his mouth open in disbelief.

“Sassenach, you did this? By yerself?” His mouth hung open in surprise. He only had expected tea and buttered toast, but this was an amazing treat. It looked good enough to have been plated for a fine restaurant.

Claire squinted her eyes at him, her foot tapping showing her annoyance at the implication.  

“I told you I can cook and quite well for that matter. I just don’t. Now, why don’t you sit down and put some food into that gaping hole of your mouth before you begin to catch flies with it.”

He quickly sat rather than catch the wrong end of her pique. “I dinna mean tae offend ye, Sassenach. I just dinna think ye had much time tae learn with all the traveling ye did with yer Uncle ‘tis all.” Jamie decided the safest thing to do would be to just eat and not say anything else that could get him into trouble.

Claire somewhat mollified by his explanation simply nodded. “Uncle Lamb made sure I became exposed to what he called ‘womanly arts’. So I learned to cook, keep house, manage budgets amongst other things women should know,” she said with a devilish grin on her face. “It has come in handy.”

“I must thank ye, mo leannan. ‘Twas delicious. And I would like tae repay ye by being in charge of dinner. Would ye mind going shopping with me to fill up my empty refrigerator?”

They meandered along the High Street keeping well away from places where friends could easily spot them. Neither wanted to be found by colleagues or acquaintances just yet. At least not until tomorrow. Holding hands, fingers linked together, they peered into store windows, carried on conversations about things of no great consequence. With the afternoon chill descending on them Jamie and Claire stopped for tea at his favorite tea room. The tearoom evoked the feeling of being in a grannie’s sitting room. It was a bit cluttered with an assortment of antique nick-nacks  on display, lace tablecloths covering the tables, and a small bouquet of flowers on the table. In truth, it was cozy and utterly charming. The tea warm and fragrant was served in delicate rose-patterned china cups and a variety of sweets and pastries graced the table. They found a table by the window where they could observe the passers-by. Heads bent in whispered conversation, soft giggles uttered, they sipped and nibbled as hands connected unable to bear lack of contact.

The afternoon sky began to lower threatening a change in the weather. Jamie brought Claire’s hand to his lips leaving a tender kiss on her palm. “We need to leave Sassenach before we get caught in the snow.

Claire hummed in agreement. “Yes, you’re right. Let’s go buy something for dinner and go home.”

He was startled by her answer. Was she considering his place as her home already? He rather hoped that she would.

They went to the nearest market to stock up for a while.  Claire regaled Jamie about the different cuisines she tried while traveling with Lamb.

“Did you know that guinea pig is considered a delicacy in parts of South America? I never tried it myself but Lamb did. He had to or risk offending the Headman of the village.”

He marveled at the things she told him. Her life experiences were so different from his own.

“Ye mean the wee animals that live in cages and run on a wheel?” He grimaced at the thought.

“That’s a hamster. Guinea pigs shouldn’t use a wheel. Bad for the back, you know.”

He made what Claire referred to as a Scottish noise in the back of his throat. “I dinna ken ye knew sae much about the wee beasties.”

“As a child, I was like a sponge sucking up knowledge from my experiences with Lamb. It was an unorthodox lifestyle for a child but I wouldn’t have changed it for the world.”

He watched her as she stood amongst the display of produce, her index finger tapping her lower lip as she concentrated on what to choose. She examined everything for freshness, ripeness, color, texture before choosing. He was enchanted by her. She truly was a Sassenach, an Outlander. Claire did not belong to England nor Scotland nor America nor anywhere in particular. Having had such a unique upbringing, she was a woman belonging to the world. She belonged to nothing and yet to everything. It was this otherness about her that intrigued him, made him desperately want her to belong only to him.

Making short work of gathering their staples and perishables, they made it back to Jamie’s flat before the storm broke. The wind whipped up around them blowing Claire’s hair into wild disarray. Laughing they stumbled through the door almost collapsing on each other. The door slammed shut from the force of the wind.

They placed their bundles on the kitchen island unpacking their delectables. Jamie gave Claire a sidelong look. Clearing his throat and keeping his eyes averted he said in a nonchalant voice, “Sassenach I, er, um, I made some room for ye this morning in the bathroom for yer personal things. I, ah, also made room for ye in the chest of drawers and in the closet should ye wish tae put your things in there. Maybe ye might want tae leave some of yer things here. But only if ye wish tae.” The tips of his ears turned pink, he worried that this might be too fast, too soon to suggest such a thing.

Claire looked up at him her bottom lip quivering.  “You did that for me? I…” She placed both her hands on his cheeks bringing him closer to her. She leaned in kissing him soundly on the lips. Turning away quickly from him before the tears could escape the dam, she ran toward the bedroom to see what he had done for her.

Jamie smiled contentedly as he watched her scurry away. While she was occupied with unpacking her things, Jamie made a phone call he hoped would also please her. He continued to put away their purchases and set the table for their dinner. Hopefully, Aldo would not disappoint.

Claire busied herself with putting away some of her things. Jamie making room for her spoke volumes to her. He was trying to make her comfortable in his home. He wanted her there. As she placed her hairbrush, shampoo, and other toiletries in the en-suite she developed a warm feeling of belonging that she had never before experienced, not even in her own home with Frank. She wondered if this is what home felt like.

Having completed arranging her things, Claire came out to find the dining area glowing with the soft light from dinner candles, the table set, and dinner served. Jamie escorted her to the table, giving her a slight bow, “My lady,” seating her then taking his place opposite her.

“How did you, when did you…”

“I did promise you dinner. I dinna say I would make it myself,” as he waved his injured hand about. “I have a friend Aldo who owns an Italian restaurant close by. He sometimes sends dinner if I have a long day.”

“This is excellent, Jamie. How do you know Aldo?”

“He is a footie mate and a damn good goalie too.”

After finishing dinner and wine, Claire offered to clean up. “You went through all this trouble it’s the least I can do,” she smirked.

“Nay, Sassenach. ‘‘Twas my treat. Why dinna you get comfortable? It’s been a long couple of days.”

Standing she stretched until she heard little popping sounds between her vertebrae, “Perhaps you’re right. I think a shower is in order. Will you be coming soon?”

“Aye, I will. Just as soon as I put the dishes in the dishwasher and the leftovers away.”

Claire undressed taking her robe with her into the bathroom. She decided to ask Jaime for his tee-shirt again to wear to sleep. Having something of his next to her skin was a balm to her soul. She shampooed her hair then washed with her favorite body wash. Looking in the mirror she thought her hair resembled a wet poodle. With a towel wrapped around her head, she walked into the bedroom to find Jamie shirtless and shoeless only his jeans remained.

He smiled broadly at her, “A quick shower, then tae bed.” The heat of the water felt comforting. But he had no time to linger as his thoughts gravitated toward his lass. He wanted to, well he knew what he wanted to do, but would she? They were both jet-lagged, but just maybe.” He dried off and wrapped a low hanging towel about his hips. Opening the bathroom door, he stood there watching her as she tried to brush out several recalcitrant knots out of her curly hair. He could hear her mutterings and swearing. “Bloody-minded hair.” A particular mutinous snag gave rise to a blasphemous “Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!”

“Here Sassenach, let me,” Jamie coaxed the brush from her hand. “When I was a young lad, I would brush my Mam’s hair for her when she felt troubled. She said it helped her tae relax.”

He sectioned her hair gently then began brushing it, working the tangles out. He worked slowly, carefully working each snarl out all while whispering softly in Gaidhlig.

There was something supremely peaceful in Jamie’s touch. Claire slipped into an almost hypnotic state. She relaxed under his skilled hand and the susurrous of the brush skimming through her hair. Her eyes closed enjoying his surgeon-like expertise. Methodical, proficient, and meticulous. Just like he approached everything. No wonder his mother liked him to brush her hair.

He was totally focused on the task at hand making the unruly mass of curls into soft waves and tender ringlets. One would have thought that her hair would feel coarse and rough. But no, her hair was soft and lush. He brought a lock of her hair to his nose. It smelled of herbs and flowers soft and fragrant. It smelled of her. Jamie paid great attention to the colors of her tresses. Predominantly it was brunette with wisps of caramel, cinnamon, and auburn scattered throughout. Jamie let the strands slip over his fingers like silken threads to once again cascade over her shoulders. “Mo nighean donn,” he whispered.

Claire turned her head to him. “You have called me that before but I never asked what it means.”

He smiled, “It means my brown-haired lass.”

“I have always thought brown to be a rather dull color.”

Jamie placed an errant curl behind her ear, “No, no’ dull at all. It’s like the water in a burn, where it ruffles over the stones. Dark in the wavy spots with bits of silver and auburn where the sun catches it.”

He put the brush down on the bedside table, turned to face her. He lifted her chin up and gazed into her eyes. Her eyes were pools of liquid honey warm and sweet.

Claire fell into the depth of his eyes, so impossibly blue that it seemed that part of the sky fell into them.

“Jamie…”

“Dance with me, Claire.”

She looked at him in surprise and question.

“You mean here, now, like this?” Her eyes took in their mutual state of undress.

“Besides, there is no music and truthfully I can’t dance.

“‘Tis nay bother. Music ye shall have. I’ll tell ye a secret, I canna dance too. I’m tae big and clumsy. Dinna be afraid ‘tis no’ but a bit of swaying. I think we can manage that without damaging each other.” Jamie extended his hand for her to take with a smile so brilliant it rivaled the summer sun.

She knew she should have resisted and said no.  But Claire found herself powerless, mesmerized by him. She reached out her hands clasping theirs together. He pulled her toward him. Their bodies touching.

“First, ye need to take this off.” He began tugging at the ties of her robe. “I need tae feel ye next tae me.”

Her hands entwined with his as they worked to release the tie allowing the satiny fabric to slip off her body. Standing there naked she felt just a bit foolish.

“Now your turn.”

Giving the towel a quick tug, it fell away landing on the floor. He kicked the towel and robe out of the way, widening their area to move.

They were bare to each other. His arousal full and complete.

Once again he drew her into him, his large hands settling on her hips, while Claire’s hands rested around his neck.

“Alexa,” Jamie called out, “Play With You I’m Born Again on repeat.”

The room filled with sultry vocals and seductive notes from the piano.

Jamie pulled her deeper into his embrace feeling the fullness of her breasts against him, her nipples hardening from contact with his chest. His rigid cock pressed firmly upon her belly.

Their bodies moved in sync to the music swaying together like flowers in the wind. His sound hand floated over her back holding her close, reducing whatever little space still separated them.

Tucking her head neatly under his chin, Claire’s eyes drifted shut, sighing in contentment. He was warm and had a masculine smell rather spicy she thought. Pepper, ginger, lemon, and coriander. Overlaying that was his own unique scent which could not be masked. She nuzzled into his chest breathing him in making small wuffling sounds.

“Are ye smelling me, Sassenach?”

She looked up at him with a dreamy look on her face, “Why yes. Yes, I am,” and returned to resting her head against him.

Jamie gave a soft chuckle and placed his head atop hers.

He crooned softly into her hair,

Come bring me yer softness

Comfort me through all this madness

Woman, don’t ye know with ye I’m born again?

Looking up into the face of her love, Claire sang softly back,

Come give me your sweetness

Now there’s you, there is no weakness

Lying safe within your arms, I’m born again.

They joined together in a duet singing softly of their love for each other,

I was half not whole, in step with none

Reaching through the world, in need of one.

Come show me your kindness

In your arms I know I’ll find this.

Lying safe within your arms, I’m born again.

Jamie bent down kissing Claire tenderly on her lips,

Woman don’t ye know with ye I’m born again

A single tear ran down her face,

Lying safe within your arms I’m born again.

Jamie bade Alexa stop the music. They came to a standstill, eyes locked on each other.

“I am naught but a poor simple man. I dinna have the words of a poet. Nor can I write ye a love song. This I tell ye true mo ghràdh, I love ye. I love ye more than I have ever loved nay will ever love someone. Ye have captured my heart.” He began to tremble in her arms and stumbled over his words. “I dinna ken what a soul is other than what the priests told us in kirk. But, I kent mine was only half until I found you. When I met ye, I felt mine call out to yers for I kent we share but one soul and one heart my Sassenach. Neither of us is complete without the other.”

Claire looked up into his face seeing the truth of his words.

“I feel the same way, Jamie. I do love you so.”

A tidal wave of lust coursed through him. His pupils were blown wide open turning the placid blue eyes dark and dangerous. He dropped his face toward hers, their lips just a whisper away. Jamie kissed her with a fierceness, no perhaps it was with desperation trying to convey his feelings with actions instead of his paltry words.

Claire felt the heat rising up in her belly spreading through her like the warmth from a dram of good whisky. She parted her lips in invitation. His tongue ran over her lips then invading her mouth tasting its deep recesses as they joined in mutual caresses.

Jamie broke the kiss. His breathing became heavy with want. “I need ye lass. I canna say it plainer than that.”

Claire’s eyes of toffee gazed up at him begging him to touch her everywhere. “Then take me, now.”

“I dinna ken if I can be gentle.”

“Then don’t.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck.

“Come lass let me love ye. ‘Tis been too long since I last held ye in my arms.”  He lifted her up and carried her to the bed, gently placing her down. Her hair spread over the pillow like a great nimbus cloud of light and dark. She opened herself to him with her arms raised up in supplication. She never looked lovelier than she did when flushed with desire.  “Ye are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

“As you say so.”

“Do ye doubt me?”

“No, what I mean is I am beautiful because you say it is so.”

“Aye, ‘tis so.”

He came to her like a starving man hungrily seizing her mouth. It would be her body and soul that would sustain him, nourish him, make him whole again. He had feared he had lost her in Boston because of his own negligence. And yet she forgave him, still wanted him. He needed to claim her as his.

“Mine,” he growled into her mouth. “Mine now and forever.”

“Yours, only you,” she sighed.

His kisses were hard, brutal leaving her lips swollen from the attention. She kissed him back with equal fervor pulling at his bottom lip biting down on it. Her own need to join with him raged through her like wildfire. She had almost lost him through her foolish fears, her foolish secrets.

Jamie began to rain kisses down the column of her neck. Kissing, nipping at the tender skin marking her as his.

“Jamie!” she cried as she raked her nails down his back raising red welts over the old scar tissue. He felt the sting of the scratches but couldn’t have cared less.

He moved down her body placing fevered kisses as he moved. Reaching her breasts, he took a delicate nipple in his mouth tongue circling it raising it to a hardened nub. He suckled it while kneading the other. Turning his attention to its fellow, it received the same treatment.

Claire arched her back and held his head in place to her breast. “Harder,” she ordered. With a ferocity, he did not know he possessed he sucked harder and bit down on her nipple. She cried out in pleasure and pain.

“Christ, I hurt ye. I’m sorry, Claire,” he worried.

“No, you didn’t hurt me. Don’t stop, please.”

“Yer sure, Claire?”

Yes, I’m sure, damn it. Please, Jamie. Don’t stop.”

He gently kissed each breast in apology before taking his leave. Journeying down her he nipped at the delicate skin placing soothing kisses at each bruise. Reaching her hip he placed tender kisses to each one.

“Jamie…please.”

“Please what, Claire?”

She huffed in frustration, “I need you, now.”

“Ye have me lass, I’m right here am I no’? Adoring ye, loving ye,” as he placed kiss after kiss along her stately legs. When he reached her feet, he massaged each foot working the tension out.

“Do ye like this a nighean?”

“Yes,” she purred deep and throaty as she arched her back in contented pleasure.

Jamie chuckled with delight, “I see. And what would ye do if I did this?”

He slid off of the bed pulling her by her ankles until her arse rested at the edge. Hitching her legs over his shoulders, he placed his face firmly between her thighs.

“Christ, mo leannan, yer so wet.

Claire moaned her head tossing from side to side writhing in anticipation.

Delicately he ran his tongue over her apex tasting her, “Yer so sweet.” He found her nub the source of all her pleasure lightly flicking his tongue over it.

Claire moaned and whimpered, thrusting her hips toward him.

“More, mo chridhe?”

“Yes, yes Jamie. I want more,” she gasped out as she ground herself against his face.

Greedily his mouth took possession of her bud, sucking, licking in long broad stripes and gentle circles driving her to the edge of madness. Carefully he began to drag his teeth over the sensitive tissue and began to hum. Relentlessly his tongue dipped and swirled tasting her heat and her honey.

The sensations electrified her senses. Her body jerking, thrashing clutching at the linens.

“Ah, Jamie, please, please,” she gasped. Her hand grabbed at his head, fingers tangled in his curls holding him captive to her need.

He knew she was nearing her climax. Slipping one finger into her sweet heat sliding in and

“Tell me, Claire, how ye feel,” he growled wickedly.

Her eyes were sealed shut and she mumbled unintelligible words as she continued to writhe on the bed.

“Open yer eyes lass look at me. Watch as I make ye come. Know who yer master is.”

His eyes were trained on her, intently watching. Adding a second finger he curved them both finding the sensitive area inside her. His tongue resumed its onslaught as he pushed her over the precipice.

Claire’s eyes opened wide, seeing but not seeing and screamed, “JAIME!” Her world narrowed until she became pure sensation, pure pleasure.

“Aye, ‘tis right lass. Scream my name so all will ken who ye belong tae. LOUDER,” he commanded.

She keened, back arched, head falling back against the bed, “Jamie, only you Jamie.” And convulsed into her orgasm.

He picked her up cradling her against his broad chest bringing back to the bed resting her head upon the pillows. He murmured soft words in Gàidhlig into the glory of her hair. “Rest a neighan. For I will need tae take ye soon. I am filled with savage lust that I canna control. I need tae feel ye around me for I mean to use ye hard. Forgive me, my Sassenach.”  He spooned into her back and pressed his nose into the crook of her neck. His manhood hardened with wanting resting on her thigh.

Claire smiled turning to face him as she cupped his face between her hands. Her voice hoarse and no more than a whisper, “I want to feel you too. I need to claim you as my own and hear you call my name in desire. And at the end, I want to hear you cry out as you find your pleasure knowing that it was I who took you there. She kissed him at his pulse point on the neck, then boldly bit and sucked the skin leaving a mark. “You are mine Jamie Fraser, now and forever. I have marked you for all to see.” Her eyes burned bright with an untamed yearning for this man. She dragged her lips across his face and down his neck leaving searing kisses along the path. Coming to his well-defined chest she bit hard again leaving the stamp of her lust on him.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“God no.”

Her tongue swept over his areola and his delicate pink nipple causing it to harden at her bidding. Again she sank her teeth into his flesh causing him to gasp from her assault on him.

“Am I too rough on you,” she whispered sensually in his ear while she rubbed her breasts across his chest making her buds become firm ready for him to suck.

“Yer a she-devil come to torture me,” he moaned raising his hand trying to grasp at her breasts.

Claire threw her head back laughing. “Aye, I am. A succubus surely and I will lead us to the fiery pits of hell where we will be consumed by our lust for each other.”

She continued to scatter kisses and bites as she moved down his magnificent body. She sucked the skin over his hip, then dragged her nails through his fiery thatch the last barrier before his cock.

Jamie jolted at the sensation. “Sassenach, please. I canna bear it nay longer.”

“Please, wot?” Claire asked innocently.

“Claire, ye ken what I want and need. Please, Claire.”

“Are you talking about this? She leaned over and took him in her mouth. She unfurled her tongue over his length. She took in his whole length working her tongue over the silkiness of his cock. Using her brazen wee hand she slid it up and down his length twisting and turning all while she worked the head with her mouth and tongue diving him to near completion.

“Lass, I’ll no last if ye keeping doing that.”

Claire ceasing her assault on his flesh giving him a sultry smile, “We can’t have that now can we.”

She sat back on her heels taking in the landscape of his body. He was beautifully formed with slanted eyes, long straight nose, high broad cheekbones, and full, sensuous lips.  The terrain of his body was formed by mountains of hard muscle and bone lying above the flat plains of his abdominal muscles. The man was a work of art, one of God’s finest creations.

Claire was broken out of her reverie as she became cognizant that Jamie was speaking to her. Actually, he was threatening her.

“By all that is holy, Sassenach, ye shall pay for this, severely.”

She laughed, “I believe that I have already, my lad. You had your way with me now it’s my turn.”

She lifted her leg to straddle him, brushing her wet sex over his engorged erection. “Or perhaps this is more to your liking, hmm? Which mouth do you want my lad?”

Shuddering from the sensation, he tried to will himself into control.

“Claire…” He warned.

She leaned over, drawing herself at length atop him grinding her hips against his. “Yes, Jamie?” She asked innocently.

“Ye are a verra verra wicked woman. And ye deserve tae be punished.”

Slowly his hand found its way down her back grabbing her magnificent arse fondling it pressing her close to him.

“Oh, and just how do you plan to do that?”

His hands clutched her hips moving them in lewd movements creating friction between them.

Raising up his hand Jamie gave Claire a slight slap on her buttock causing more of a sting than pain.

She wiggled her luscious bum in delight and giggled. “Is that my punishment, Fraser? I rather liked it,” she smirked.

“Then perhaps ye will like this.” Jamie seized Claire’s hands holding them above her head and flipped them over. Quirking his eyebrow, he pressed his arousal against her. “Ye like this Sassenach?”  

She opened her legs wider then flexed her hips hard against him.

“Do. It. Now,” she demanded. Her voice rough and harsh.

Jamie lined himself up at her wet entrance and slowly pushed in perhaps no more than a quarter-inch and quickly withdrew. Claire gasped at the sudden loss of him.

“Exactly what game are you playing at Fraser?” She huffed in frustration. Wiggling under him Claire tried to re-establish physical contact, needing the feel of him. But he kept his distance from her.

“Ye kent I told ye that ye needed tae be punished, did I no’? The best way is tae deprive ye of what ye want. But if ye yield tae me, ye can have it. What say ye?” He replied smugly. He inched closer, letting her feel him again at her entrance.

“You’re on some fucking power trip, Jamie,” she huffed. Her efforts to join with him were fruitless as he kept her pinned to the mattress with his body.

“Aye, I am. Ye remember I told ye I would make ye scream, did I no’? And I did. Now ye tortured me to near insanity and wouldna come to me. That was no’ nice of ye, Claire. So now Dr. Beauchamp ye get a wee taste of yer own medicine. Ye dinna like it do ye?”

“No.”

“Resign yerself tae me then, beg me, and ye shall have what ye want.” Thrusting his hips forward he was mere centimeters from home. He placed soft kisses on the corners of her lips, lightly running his tongue along the seam of her mouth.

Claire struggled a few times more, just for form’s sake.

She used her whisky orbs to do her pleading. “Jamie, please, I…I…need you. I want you now. I need to feel you inside of me.”

“That’s a good lass. But, remember, mo ghràdh I never said I dinna like yer teasing, ye ken.” And he drove home sheathing himself to the hilt in one swift thrust.

“YOU son of a…AHHH!”

His hips moved within her drawing comfort from her softness getting lost in her silken folds.

She felt herself stretch as he filled her and reveled in the power of him.

He put her hands on his chest, “Feel my heartbeat, Claire, it only beats for ye.”

His mouth sealed over hers, taking possession of her breath, her sighs, swallowing them making them part of his being.

Absorbed in the feel of him, Claire wrapped her legs around him pulling him deeper, deeper than either one thought was possible.

A burning tension built linking their hearts, souls, and bodies together. “Jamie,” she mumbled. “My lad, my sweet, sweet lad. How I need you. Oh god, Jamie.” Her body began to tremble and shake. “I…”

Jamie whispered softly in her ear, “Let it go, Claire surrender yourself tae me. Give me all of yourself as I give you everything I am. I can hold nothing back from ye lass.”

“Jaime. Oh god, Jamie.” Claire wrapped her arms around him succumbing to her all-consuming climax.

Jamie continued his relentless rhythm now that he had served her and began to seek his own pleasure.

Two, then three, then four thrusts, his hips moved wildly his cadence began to falter.

“Claire, sweet Jesus, Claire.” Shuddering, he bit down on her shoulder as his seed filled her.

Jamie collapsed on her then fell to the side avoiding crushing her. Pulling her to him he tucked her under his chin.  Claire felt the thrum of his voice in his chest speaking Gàidhlig words of love to her. She did not understand the words but knew their meaning.  Her arms surrounded his waist still not yet ready to release their connection.

“I love you, Jamie,” she whispered as she succumbed to the world of dreams.

“Tha gaol agam ort, mo ghràdh.”

Lying safe within our arms, we are born again.

*********************

Capote de brega  — a cape used by a matador during a bull fight.

A fear an urram - A man of honor.

Duine urramach - An honorable man

With You, I Am Born Again - sung by Billy Preston and Syreeta Wright

Songwriters - Carol Connors/David Shire/David L. Shire

Released - December 1979

Motown Records

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqTq8gckf8E

[sombreboy]

Love Maze »3

Previous  » Next Series Masterlist ▎ 18+ ▎ pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ▎ genre: School AU, crack humor, smut, angst, ETL, slow burn, fluff ▎ word count: 4.5k ▎ ch.warnings: cursing, slight angst.

Jungkook slowly flickered his eyes open when the sun peeked through the windows, squinting as he groans, stretching out his body until his joints popped. He rolled over to his stomach, arm searching for the warmth of the elder as his skin only found the cold of empty sheets. “Tae?” He mumbled, hand once again searching the spot next to him as if he’d reappear if he called out for him. Jungkook heaves himself up on his elbows, eyes searching the room. Taehyung left while he was asleep, huh? “Of course...” Jungkook couldn’t help it, but he felt his chest tighten, because a part of him almost believed that.. maybe this could be something more. But he was a fool, wasn’t he? A fool for Taehyung.

Jungkook started to feel frustrated, his sadness slowly shifting into anger. He got up, still sore, still feeling the aftermath of Tae’s touch lingering on his skin.

“I’m a fucking idiot!” He growled to himself, pulling at his hair as he went to the bathroom to take a quick shower-- cool his nerves. When he got back out, he caught a glimpse of the markings all over his neck, a trail of purple and pink hickeys adorning his skin down to his collarbones. He reached up to smooth the pads of his fingers over the marks, a clear reminder of what had happened last night. He could still feel Taehyungs lips on him, a short, heavy exhale pushing through his lips at the thought. He couldn’t come to class like this. He couldn’t face Taehyung after this.

He put his clothes on, going back and forth around his apartment until he decided to call in sick. As he put his phone down on the small table next to his bed, he found the sweatshirt Taehyung had left behind. He bent down to fish it up, holding the fabric close to his nose, inhaling deeply. Sweat. Cologne. Taehyung. It was both comforting and painful, but he decided to lay down in bed once more, keeping the sweatshirt close as he bit his lower lip to prevent it from trembling, forcing his eyes shut, and hopefully be able to escape reality for just a little longer.

~

“Soo.. what rave did you go to last night?”, Jin chuckled, making everyone else’s head turn around to face Taehyung. “Fuck off.” Was all he had to say, ignoring the stares of his close friends as he leaned against the locker, hands dug deep in the warmth of his pockets. He really didn’t feel like partaking in heavy conditioning today.. After leaving Jungkook’s house, Tae couldn’t seem to fall back asleep; all of the thoughts rushing in and out of his head were deafening as shit. One moment he’d be thinking of Kook and how it felt to lay next to him, how cute he looks when his nose crinkles up, if he’d written his history paper, Jungkook’s visibly smaller hand, fuck he should really write that paper— It got to a point where Taehyung got a headache. “Tae, what happened?” Jimin’s concerned voice rang, placing his petite hand on the taller’s shoulder. “Nothing.” He shrugged him off, oblivious to everyone else’s knowing looks. “If it makes you feel better..” Hoseok nudged Tae at his side, “you’re rocking those eye bags.” It made Yoongi smile, but not Taehyung. “Hey, where’s Jungkookie?” Jimin asked once again, looking around for the younger’s presence in the locker room. Suddenly, everyone’s attention was set on wondering just where the hell Jungkook could be. Taehyung included. It was so unlike him to arrive late, even less miss a day of practice. “I don’t know, he should’ve been here by now.” Namjoon sighed, looking down at his watch. In a sly manner, he snuck a glance over at Taehyung, noticing how he didn’t utter a word when Jungkook’s name was mentioned. Joon knew Tae reassured him that nothing was going on between the two, but, he still had some doubts.. Fishing his phone from out of his pocket, Namjoon tapped on Jungkook’s contact.

To: Kook Hey, where are you?? are you ok? everyone’s losing their shit cause you’re not here

~

Jungkook was staring up at the ceiling when his phone chimed, interrupting the swirling thoughts in his mind. He wasn’t able to fall asleep, feeling too anxious about everything. Taehyung, for starters. He needed space, there was no way he could face him and act like everything was normal after last night. Not yet. And not to mention the fact that he’s straight up skipping practice at school, the one thing he had put all his effort into, never missing a single day, never ever late. All because of his stupid feelings for Kim fucking Taehyung.

He sat up in the bed, Tae’s sweatshirt in his lap as he reaches to grab his phone. Right, practice.. Normally he’d be like a bunny, full of energy and never ending passion to be the very best. Today? Drained. Exhausted... he had no drive to go, and there’s no way he’d let anybody see him like this. He needed to recharge, heal and then everything could go back to the way it always used to be.

Jungkook sighed, he’s never one to text. But he felt like he at least owed Namjoon, and the team, something. Even if it’s a lie.

To: Namjoon Hey. I’m ok, sick.

Simple, to the point. Jungkook presses send, he didn’t want to see whether or not he read it, and just wanted to get back into his own mind. He went to the living room, plopping down on the couch, which now rocks a dried cumstain, and turns on his PlayStation. Maybe this could distract him for a while.

~

Namjoon stared at the vague text message that Kook replied with, his lips pressed together in a tight line. There’s no way he’s sick, his immune system is off the charts. Namjoon would know, he had the entire teams health checked regularly. He sighed, rubbing his temples with his fingers, as he was met with the obvious confused faces of the team. They also wondered where the fuck their golden boy were. “So, eh, Jungkook won’t be here today, but we will hope he comes back tomorrow.” Joon announced.

“Why? What’s wrong with him?” Jimin asked

“He’s sick. Now, chop chop,” Namjoon clapped his hands, “Warm up! Then we will continue with heavy conditioning!”

As everyone mumbled about the topic of Jk, they headed to do their thing, all while Namjoon let his focus shift to taehyung. He surely must know something.

Tae wasn’t stupid; he could feel Namjoon’s gaze dig a hole in his skin from a mile away. During practice he’d catch him staring, gaze so intense and inquiring. It was unsettling.. Joon desperately needed to mind his own fucking business before Taehyung walked over there and— The boy’s fists relaxed, inhaling a sharp breath. He was angry. Angry at himself for whatever the fuck last night was. He allowed Jungkook to snuggle up to him, wrap his arms around his chest, run his fingers through his hair.. Maybe they should come up with a set of rules or some shit, it would make things a lot easier. After practice was over, Taehyung did his usual routine. He got dressed and attempted to cover the musty smell with some cologne, ignoring his friends’ obvious look of worry. Even though Taehyung wore a deadpanned expression on his face most of the times, they’d never seen him this closed off. By now, everyone was sure it had something to do with Jungkook being gone. Knowing them, they most likely got into another verbal fight, “Tae, are you sure-“ Jimin’s voice got cut short by the loud slam of Taehyung’s locker, wide eyes watching as the latter left the locker room without looking back. “Well, he seems angry.” “No shit, Yoongi.”

~

Hours had passed in the blink of an eye, Jungkook has been glued to his video game the entire time, focusing on anything but his own mind. He mashed the buttons until his fingers hurt, knuckles whitened at the intense pressure he used until he threw the controller on the floor with a frustrated grunt, “fuck!” This wasn’t working anymore. He got up and wandered to his fridge, but it was empty. His stomach growled, he hadn’t eaten all day, his appetite suppressed until now. He figured he should go get something, even if it’s something small from the nearby noodle spot. The lady there was always extra generous with the meat, knowing he’s a ‘young hard working boy that needs to eat properly’.

He headed to to the door, slipping on his shoes and jacket as he caught another glimpse of himself in the mirror hanging on the wall. Right, the marks . Jungkook grabbed his black scarf and wrapped it around his neck before combing his fingers through his long curls. He really hoped he could just eat and go back home without seeing anybody from school. Not many would go there anyway.

Jungkook stepped out the door with his hands deep in his pockets, sauntering in a comfortable pace due to his sore muscles down the street until he reached the small restaurant. The bell chimed when he pushed through the door, greeted by the old lady with a smile, 

“Little Jeon! It’s been a while. Are you eating well? Here, sit down, I’ll get you the usual.” Jungkook smiled, taking his seat, “Thank you noona. I’m well.”

The lady shortly placed a big bowl of noodles with sides of rice and meat, happily waltzing back to the kitchen as he stirs the soup. This was nice. Tae would love this pla- no. Not everything has to draw him back to Taehyung.

~

After bidding farewell to his friends, Jimin took quick, determined strides over to his car, his colorful keychain dangling by his hand. There was only one thing he’s been craving since this morning, and that was a bowl of warm, tasty chicken soup to satisfy his tastebuds. When Jimin got into his car, turning on the radio to the latest hits, he made eye contact with Taehyung as the latter stepped into the car next to his. He seemed.. distressed? Definitely not like himself, that was for sure. The elder decided not to question it, ultimately all Taehyung would do was ignore him. “That brat..” Jimin disappointedly clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, watching as the younger recklessly sped out of the parking lot until he disappeared off into the distance. He felt his heart drop at the noise of the heavy engine, his protective hyung side kicking in. He shook it off, though. Jimin was just a natural worrier. Minutes later, and the latter found himself in front of the familiar noodle spot, feeling his body wiggle from excitement. Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket, Jimin pushed open the door, immediately greeted by the gentle voice of the old lady whom he’s come to know when him and his little brother would eat here late at night. By now, he knew most of her life story. He didn’t mind though, Jimin found it interesting. After ordering what his mind’s been set on since early in the morning, he looked around for a place to sit when his eyes stopped at a familiar figure, “Jungkookie!” Jimin waved at him, not wasting another second before rushing to his side, “How are you feeling?” He sat himself down on the empty chair, hand coming up to brush Jungkook’s bangs out of the way before resting it on his forehead.

~

Meanwhile, Taehyung was getting close to the younger’s apartment. He didn’t know what the fuck he would say, but.. he knew he needed to say something. Establish some ground rules, perchance.

Jungkook swallowed a mouthful of noodles with a loud gulp, surprised to see Jimin here. shit, he was one of the ones extra close to Taehyung out of the group, ''H-hey, Jiminie.'' He choked out, giving a small smile to him, letting him feel his face. He's always been a physical guy, and at this point he was fairly used to it, ''I'm better.''

''Everyone was wondering where the hell you were today, we were worried!'' Jimin withdrew his hand to sit down across from Jungkook, waiting on his food. He observed Jungkook for a moment before continuing, ''Taehyungie seemed the most distressed, I mean, he's usually grumpy, but today he was completely off.'' Jimin was never one to keep quiet about anything.

''He was?'' Jungkook crooked an eyebrow, taking another bite off of his food, ''That's weird.''

Jimin momentarily turned to thank the lady when she arrived with his food, picknig a mouthful up and blowing off the steam before putting it in his mouth, pointing his chopsticks at Kook, ''Isn't it? I was wondering if it had something to do with you. You've been acting weird lately, both of you.''

Jungkook exhaled quietly, this was turning into a conversation he'd rather not have, but if anybody was gonna worry, it was him, ''Why would you think that?''

''Because,'' Jimin paused to take another bite, ''You two always bicker, everyone knows that. But lately, it turned into silence, and suddenly, you disappear. I don't think this is a coincidence.''

Shit, Jimin was sharp. Jungkook kept eating, avoiding the question for as long as possible until Jimin's eyes were basically piercing him, ''Spill it, Jungkookie. You know you can't bottle things up. Were you even really sick today?''

Jungkook's shoulders shrunk into his seat, he felt defeated.

''No...''

“I knew it!” Jimin exclaimed through a mouthful, the food suddenly not his main priority anymore. He had to get to the bottom of this, no matter how many times Jungkook objected to the idea of it. It was the least he could do for having him worried out of his mind! The doe eyed male was never absent. Everyone in the entire planet knew this. Hell, even their Literacy teacher, Mrs. Kang, was thrown off in the middle of taking attendance. “Come on, tell me what’s really got you all mopey.” Jimin softly urged, “if Tae was mean to you, I’ll gladly smack him in the back of the head for you. That’s a promise!” The shorter knew Taehyung could be an ass sometimes, so he completely understood if Jungkook had fallen victim to his “jerkiness”. Again.. “Even if it’s not about Taehyung, just let it out.” The sound of the bell chiming, signaling that someone else had stepped into the restaurant, caused Jimin’s eyes to momentarily avert his gaze from Jungkook’s face to the door. He didn’t think anything of it at first, until he took another look. After Taehyung had tried, multiple times, knocking on the younger’s door to try and get his attention, an answer never came. He tried calling him, but Kook never picked up. Maybe his phone was on silent.. Either way, Tae left without hearing a word from Jungkook. “Fucking childish..” He mumbled, thinking the other was set on ignoring him. It wasn’t even that big of a fucking deal! They just needed to talk it out. All of this chasing around in an empty stomach played with Taehyung’s appetite, a rumbling noise catching his attention. Tae opted for driving around until he came across a nearby restaurant, thinking he was going to get a moment for himself to recollect his thoughts when he noticed Jimin from the corner of his eyes. “Taehyung!” Just what he fucking needed. To make matters worse, Jungkook was also there.

Before Jungkook could answer, his attention turned to the door as well to see the very last man he wanted to --- or expected to see walk in. Shit. This was weird. The anxiety in Kook's chest started to swirl, seeing Taehyung's eyes widen as they make eyecontact only triggering him further, his fight or flight instincts kicking in. He wanted to get the fuck out of there now. But he remained frozen, dropping his chopsticks onto the table with a clattering sound, ''Taehyung...'' He whispered, the movement of his lips calling his name made them tremble. He averted his gaze, looking down at the table, hoping that maybe if he didn't move, he'd go away. However, a part of him was glad to see him. Always would be. But Tae left, it was obvious that Jungkook had expected too much, been to greedy to think that he'd ever become something more than a hole to fuck.

Jimin waved Taehyung over with a smile, he knew something was up, and this was his dream scenario for a drama lover like himself. Or, problem solution, he was fine with whichever.

Much like Jungkook, Taehyung froze in his spot the moment their eyes met. His piercing stare observing the way Kook’s brown orbs would slightly quiver in the heat of the moment, showering him with a look that made him feel guilty. What Taehyung didn’t understand was.. why the hell was Jungkook so bothered by this? Last time he checked, they weren’t dating.  Tae didn’t feel the need to explain himself, or why he did what he did. But, he knew that if he still wanted to continue seeing Jungkook, an apology was the key to putting an end to this bullshit. At least he hoped. Taehyung just wanted for things to go back to normal.

The tallest of the three hesitantly took a seat next to the pair, making sure to leave some extra room between Jungkook and him. Jimin’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. “Taehyungie, are you not ordering anything?” The longing for food was no longer there; his appetite had gone nonexistent, “No, I’m fine.” Taehyung shook his head, eyes awkwardly traveling around the unfamiliar restaurant whilst listening to the sound of Jimin slurping on his soup. He made some more uneasy eye contact with Jungkook, his leg nervously bouncing in its spot from under the table. Taehyung bit down on his lip, sneakily inching his foot closer to Kook’s as Jimin ate, greedy for the younger’s attention. They needed to talk and figure some shit out, but they couldn’t do that with Jimin in the picture.. For now, Taehyung prayed that the look in his eye was enough.

Jungkook kept his gaze fixed on the table for a long moment after their eyecontact before he gathered the courage to look back up, catching Taehyung already staring at him with... the most emotion he's ever shown in a single gaze, probably ever. What did it mean? Was he feeling bad for what happened? Was he worried for him? He wanted to ask, but their third wheel company was in the way.

Jungkook heard Tae's stomach growl, a telltale sign that he definitely was hungry, even if he lied about it. He must've felt the same as him, this very moment killing off his appetite as well. However, he had finished half of his bowl, and figured... Maybe.. ''I'm full, you can have some if you'd like. It's a shame to waste... It's, uh.. delicious.'' Jungkook pushed the bowl over to Taehyung, hoping this could serve as a small sign that he wasn't mad at Tae. He was just mad at himself and his feelings.

Taehyung’s subtle glances never faltered from Jungkook’s face, trying to meet his eye. That was until the younger slid his bowl of unfinished food over to him, causing his eyes to widen at the kind gesture. So.. he wasn’t mad? Or was this just a cover up.. “Uh, you sure?” Tae took a hold of the same chopsticks Jungkook was using, not thinking much of it. Looking up at Kook as if wanting to make sure he was undoubtedly fine with it, he scanned every inch of his face. Hell, it was food, Taehyung wasn’t about to turn that down. After mumbling a low ‘thanks’, the boy happily began eating away at the still warm meal, oblivious to Jimin’s amused stare. “I thought you said you weren’t hungry?” He cocked a brow, impressed by how easily Taehyung gave in to Jungkook. “Yeah, well, I lied.” Tae shrugged his shoulders, cheeks fully stuffed with rice. All Jimin could do was nod, shaking his head at how much of a kid Taehyung acted when food was placed in front of him. “Okayy, well, I should be heading home..” The shortest said after he finished eating, standing up with a small stretch of his arms before pushing his chair back in. Part of him wondered what would happen if he left Jungkook and Taehyung alone together, but he hoped that whatever was going on between the two of them would get resolved at this time. Maybe he was doing this for a purpose. Who knew what went on in Park Jimin’s mind. After he left, that’s when Taehyung felt comfortable enough to talk about what’s been bothering him the whole day. “Are you really sick?” He started, “or are you ignoring me? Jungkook, I don’t know what I did wrong.”

Jungkook placed his elbow on the table, leaning his chin against the palm of his hand while looking straight at Taehyung, “No, I wasn’t sick,” he sighed, exhausted, “I’m not ignoring you, I... I just..” he struggled to find his words, eyebrows drawn together in frustration. Why was he so emotional of a person, but an absolute idiot when it comes to dealing with them, yet alone talk about them out loud. 

He groaned, annoyed by himself, was he even ready to talk about this? He didn’t want to put all of this on taehyung without even being sure about what he wants. And he doubted taehyung would be, and that fear of rejection was making him feel sick just thinking about it.

“You just..?” Taehyung leaned in, sliding his chair closer as he silently encouraged Jungkook to build onto that, to give him anything, something to work with. When the younger’s words simply drifted off into nothingness, Taehyung scoffed to himself. He looked off to the side before gazing intensely into Kook’s doe eyes, drawing his breath and releasing it before speaking, “Look,” Taehyung pushed the plate to the side, leaning further on the table, coming closer to Jungkook’s face so he could easily be heard, “I only agreed to fuck.” The elder stated matter of factly, seemingly not fazed by his words. “I-I’m not gay or bi or whatever the hell, got that?” Tae swallowed, the confidence that once lingered in his deep voice no longer there. He took a small pause, striving to even out his tone. This time, his voice had softened. “If you’re mad at me for leaving you this morning.. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. Any of it.” Taehyung’s back fell against the backrest of the chair, arms crossed over his chest as he stared down at his feet, deep in thought about where to go from here on out.

“I’m not mad at you....” Jungkooks voice was weak, his hands clasped together underneath the table. He was holding his own hand so tight that his knuckles were turning white, eyes staring down at the table as his lips part once more, “I’m the idiot here, aren’t I..” Kook scoffed to himself, of course. It was too good to be true, to think that Taehyung did anything, said any of the things he said because he might actually be into him as well. He despised himself. Why did he have to fall for a guy. This guy, “It’s fine, I get it” Jungkook needed to get out of there, already half way out of his chair, “I don’t want...” he hesitated, his hands instinctively reaching to rub his covered neck, reminded by the sweet words that replayed in his head at the small sting of his hickeys being touched, “Let’s just go back to normal.”

“Jungkook..” Taehyung also sat up from his chair, sighing out loud when he realized the conversation wasn’t going his way. He still wanted to.. feel Jungkook, in a sense. And what better way to feel closer to a person if it wasn’t for sex? However, something from deep within Tae’s guts told him that Jungkook envisioned it differently; his version of ‘feeling’ was in the form of emotions, and passion. The elder wasn’t ready for that, if ever. Ever since he was a little kid, he was taught it was bad to be vulnerable, to feel compassion. His father wouldn’t allow it, his excuse being, “When he’s old enough to take over my spot of the company, Taehyung’s gonna thank me I trained him the way I did.” His mother never really liked his choice of words. Even though Jungkook was trying to keep himself together, Tae saw right through it. After all, he gravitated towards hiding how he felt most of the time, Taehyung was bound to see himself in someone else alike. “It’s..” His mind was blank, no other words would dare follow suit. It was annoying as hell, yesterday night he couldn’t get any sleep because his head was full of thoughts. Now, it was like they’d vanished into thin air. “Yeah.” He ran a hand through his black hair, pulling at it slightly from frustration. “That’s probably for the best.”

“Are you boys alright?” Taehyung turned around to face where the sudden croaky voice came from, meeting eyes with an older lady. “Yeah. We’re fine.” No, they weren’t.

Jungkooks heart was pounding painfully hard, every beat felt like a punch to his chest. "Yeah. See you at practice, Taehyung." His voice came out clearer, trying to sound okay, but his eyes were swirling with regret. He didnt want this to end, but it was necessary. He had to protect his heart. With that said, he let his eyes linger on Tae for just a moment, tracing his features. Getting over him would be the hardest thing he'll ever have to do.    Kook shoved his hands back in his pockets as he strode towards the door, pushing through it to leave. The bell chiming as it opened and closed echoed in his head for the rest of that day. Tomorrow's gonna suck.

Standing still in his spot as his jaw locked in place; Taehyung took the time to recover from his initial shock, eyes dumbly following behind Jungkook’s figure after he left his side. He felt alone, and maybe it was because there were no other customers in the small restaurant besides him, but.. that excuse did nothing to ease his racing heart. How many days has it been?— Two days? It’s only been two fucking days since they decided to get a sample of this whole, ‘friends with benefits’ thing and it’s already turned to shambles. He knew he shouldn’t be this attached already, but he was. The latter didn’t know what he was attached to, really. If Tae truly wanted to feel the warmth of somebody else’s body pressed up against his, he could hit up any girl he wanted and they’d be over at his house in a heartbeat. But it wasn’t that easy, apparently. His brain was being a complete dumbass. Plopping down onto the driver’s seat, not having any specific destination in mind, Taehyung’s foot pressed down on the gas pedal. Unlike his mind, one thing was for sure.. Tomorrow’s gonna suck.

Co-written with: @velvetwicebang​ <3 This chapter is a little shorter, but don’t worry, the next one is quite long.

© sombreboy 2020. Do not repost, edit or translate.

[bangtansfavwriter]

💘bangtan as boyfriends: yoongi💘

-you’re the only person in the country to have exclusive rights to squish his dumpling cheeks

-he acts all annoyed when you do it but you know he loves it

-caress his cheeks and play with his hair and he’s putty in your hands

-very soft cuddles, that help him recharge, you make all the stress go away that yoongi deals with on a daily basis (explains your exclusive rights on his honey cheeks)

-giggles when u kiss his nose

-loves taking candids of you, especially when you’re laughing

-actually remixed your laugh into one of his songs

-you always try to get him to teach you bangtans choreography and he’s like “why learn fire, when there’s a masterpiece namend SEESAW, i see where your loyalty is, y/n”

-your holly’s fav person tbh and yoongi is JEALOUS, he’s legitimately more jealous of a dog than he’s been of any other guy

-but he still dislikes it if another guy makes u laugh a lot, won’t ever admit it tho but you’d still know bc of *the pout*

- doubts himself a lot when he’s under stress, so he can sometimes be passive aggressive and make petty comments

-that was also the reason for the biggest fight you ever had bc he snapped at u one day and you gave him a piece of mind when you snapped right back and explained (/yelled out) that being under stress does not give you the right to make other people stressed too and that you only put up with it bc you didn’t wanna be a burden to him, as the comeback was already draining enough

- but you too are only human and this petty mood he was in was draining for you too, which he finally realized when you put him in his place. the realisation came when he was sitting on the staircase at your building after he stormed out of your flat. after an angsty scene at your doorstep in which he apologised while crying, you let him in, under the condition this won’t ever happen again, which he promised you. and min yoongi is a man of his word.

-yoongi is just whipped…. I know I say it a lot but yoongi looks at you so softly, you can actually feel his love for you, that’s also why this fight also had such a big impact on him bc he actually hated himself for hurting you, that’s why he wanted to change his behaviour for the better

-and this made him realise that you indeed were changing him for the better & this made him even more attached to you 💕

-jk once tried to joke about it (the softness™)  but you two shut him down so fast that jimin fell off the chair laughing, tae choked on his strawberry milk and jk walked out pouting and you then heard this from his room

-jk’s revenge was manipulation. he tricked you into pranking yoongi, when you prepared soup for him and made you pour in more soy sauce than usual, but you still put in an amount that wouldn’t actually decimate yoongi’s taste buds… when you looked away for 5 (!!!) seconds to look after holly, jk poured in some extra salt and while talking to you and stirring this monstrosity on the stove. you left the kitchen for a bit to take care of holly for a few minutes, jk stayed behind and said that he’s gonna take care of the soup……….. jin came in for a minute, looked at the food with big eyes (it did look good! the taste was just….) and was 1 second away from tasting it when jk was like “HYUNG NOOOO” and jin almost choked on his saliva and you barged into the kitchen with yoongi when you heard jk scream. “this is……. it’s for suga hyung…y/n prepared it with love~”. the rest of you just wondered if jk’s is like, ok, nodded and you prepared the table.

yoon: “you can leave if you don’t wanna eat, you know”

jk: “… I’m full when I see you eat, hyung. Y/n seems like a pretty solid cook, it should be tasty!”

yoongi smiled and started eating and you watched in horror when yoongis face started to look like shrivelled grape and he grabbed the water bottle and drank half of it in one go. you put 2+2 together when jungkook started laughing so hard that he was wheezing and screamed “REVENGE IS A DISH SERVED SALTY”. you apologized to yoongi for this traumatic food experience and were deeply embarrassed about it, but yoongi calmly said it’s ok (but his eyes said pain), smiled and squeezed your hand. that was jk didn’t see coming. just like the banana yoongi suddenly grabbed and threw at the maknae, hitting him right at the back.

jk: “hy- ahhhh, ok I deserved this. oh god, is this what caesar felt like??” (leaves the kitchen while rubbing his back)

yoongi: “dancing is the second best thing hoseok has taught me” (laughs)

you: (laughs too) “you ok tho??”

him: “i need to eat something sweet or I may never taste something ever again. I may need to snort icing sugar off somewhere.”

you: “is this your way of dirty talk or are you actually dying?”

him: “…….. both”

you: 👀

him: 👀

- btw jk now believes in true love after witnessing this

-you’re actually a really chill couple except when you have to deal with maknae line’s antics

-jimin comes to you guys for relationship advice and yoongi’s always like “listen here, kid” and you once overheard how he said “jimin.. i really can’t help you with that. it was a mere coincidence that the universe has brought y/n to me, i was just very lucky to meet the love of my life at this age” and you!!! clutched your chest !!! and almost squealed tbh, bc tHAt was the cutest, sweetest thing you ever heard him say and you gave him sooo many kisses later on, which surprised him bc you weren’t one for pda and neither was he but he didn’t mind, only asked you if there’s some special occasion he missed

-realized he’s in love with you when you rapped to nwa… i shit u not, you were doing surprise karaoke with the guys, where everyone choose a song for the next in line and wins if the person fails to sing, and namjoon started playing his 90s playlist when it was ur turn to sing and lanky boi cackled his ass off bc he was so sure of his choice until you started spitting fire along the late and great eazy e

-what you didn’t notice that moment was that yoongi, who was crushing on you for agees, looked at you with the biggest heart eyes and was like “omfg??? love of my life ????” and hobi was like “huh????” and saw yoongi’s huge grin and was like “oh myyy~~”

-pranked you at ur anniversary when he gave you an acrylic stand instead of the huge bouquet he was gonna give you later on, regret all of his choices when u threw the acrylic stand after him and it accidentally hit jin and u both died laughing and had to take out jin to dinner with you for him to forgive you

you: you seriously wanna third-wheel us on our anniversary

jin: you should have thought about the consequences before you hit me with that 98% aim

you: only 98%?

jin: please leave me my last bit of pride

you: i could make you some soup

jin: no thank you, not after i heard yoongi’s soul almost left his body bc of something you considered to be soup

yoongi: he has a point

you: i was PRANKED you dipshits

-all in all, very soft and slightly cracky relationship, so it’s very balanced with you two

-yoongo cooks for you very often bc he likes pampering you tbh, and you love being pampered so yeah

-he dreams about your life together a lot and has a lot of things planned for you

-very very devoted to you, your relationship and your future together ofc

- but he’ll always be salty about how holly’s basically left him for u

( holly: -excitedly runs to you when you arrive-

yoon: et tu, brute?

jk: now you understand huh)

[anotherkpopvictim]

Walking In Our Own Winter Wonderland - TaeKook Drabble

(Edited this picture myself)

A/N: So I wanted to write some Taekook fluff for the winter season and it turned into smut too...

Oops?

Also, Happy Birthday, Taehyungie <3

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Kim Taehyung

Rating: M (smut)

Words: 4556

Smut, fluff, Top!Kook, Bottom!Tae, Sub!Kook, Dom!Tae, SubTop!Kook, PowerBottom!Tae

Disclaimer: I don’t know anything about ski resorts in South Korea. I based this mostly on a ski resort in Canada I’ve been to many times and very, very loosely on the Yongpyong ski resort in South Korea that I looked into a bit. So, some information is most likely inaccurate, but it’s a fanfiction so who cares.

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“I’m going to miss you so much!” Jimin exclaimed through overdramatic tears. His arms were wrapped tightly around Taehyung’s waist and his head was buried in his chest.

Taehyung held back his own tears (despite how ridiculous this whole thing was) and gave his platonic soulmate a consoling pat on the back. “I’m gonna miss you too, Jiminie.”

Their disgusting scene was interrupted by one Min Yoongi, who walked into the dorm’s entryway with Jungkook carrying two suitcases behind him. “Ew, enough you two. Taehyung and Jungkook are only going to be gone for a few days. Sometimes I swear you’re the ones dating.”

Taehyung saw the familiar flash of jealousy in Jungkook’s eyes at their hyung’s words. The second youngest huffed out a laugh and disentangled himself from Jimin to look over at Jungkook. “Relax, baby. You know Yoongi-hyung is just joking.”

Jimin seemed to understand that his touchiness was pushing it with the very protective maknae and gave Taehyung one more good hug before stepping back and giving him space.

Taehyung walked over to the now pouting Jungkook and wrapped his own arms around his waist. “You’re the only one for me, bun.” He promised, sealing the promise with a quick but firm kiss to the maknae’s cheek.

Jungkook was always so easily riled up, and part of Taehyung couldn’t ignore that he absolutely loved to see the blush that crawled up his lover’s neck and covered his cheeks. There was a bit of pride and happiness shining in the younger’s eyes now, content with the confirmation of their relationship.

“God,” Yoongi scrunched his nose up and pretended to shield his eyes from the scene, “Yeah, okay, you guys are definitely still the worst.”

Taehyung and Jungkook both turned to stick their tongues out maturely at their hyung just as Hoseok, Seokjin, and Namjoon walked in from the living room. Their entryway was getting crowded now as it wasn’t really meant for seven people to be in at once.

“Did you guys pack scarves? It’s supposed to be super cold up at the resort,” Hoseok asked, a worried furrow to his brow.

“Yep,” Jungkook replied.

“What about extra socks? Underwear?” Jin added, looking equally as worried about the two youngest.

Jungkook and Taehyung both rolled their eyes. “Yes, hyungs,” Taehyung said, “I promise we’ll be fine.”

“I trust you’ll do your best not to be spotted,” Namjoon gave them a dimpled smile and a pat on the shoulder, “So have fun, alright?”

“But not too much fun!” Hoseok exclaimed.

“Oh, please,” Jimin waved his hand, “We all know they’re going to be fucking the whole time.”

Jungkook, who’s skin color had almost returned to normal after Taehyung’s teasing, flushed bright red again at Jimin’s comment. Taehyung laughed it off while the other hyungs groaned in mock disgust.

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Their manager had assisted them in hiring a private shuttle bus to take the two maknaes to the ski resort they would be staying at for a few days. The ride was going to be a couple hours long, so they settled into the seats and shared headphones so they could listen to some of their favorite music on the way.

They’d planned this trip for months, begging their boss to allow them some time off between Christmas day and Taehyung’s birthday on the thirtieth of the month.

So here they were, fresh off the Christmas high and about to spend some much needed alone time in a picturesque winter wonderland.

Taehyung had the window seat and often let his eyes take in the changing scenery outside. More snow covered the world in a blanket of white the higher in altitude they got.

Jungkook leaned his head on Taehyung’s shoulder and pulled one of the older’s big hands into his lap so he could fiddle with his fingers - a common habit of his. He’d always thought that Taehyung had the most beautiful hands. He could sit there and stare at them forever and he probably wouldn’t even get sick of them.

The driver of the shuttle bus had been chosen specifically as the company had deemed him trustworthy, and he was contracted not to say anything about what he witnessed between the two youngest members of one of the world’s biggest boybands. Taehyung caught his gaze a few times in the rearview mirror, noticing the fond smile the man had on his face when he saw the two of them holding hands.

When they arrived at the cabin they had rented after checking in, the kind driver took their luggage inside for them and bid them goodbye.

The cabin was on the outskirts of the actual ski resort, which meant a lot of walking to get to the little village, but also meant that they had more privacy. It was rustic-looking and Taehyung could see a billow of smoke coming out of the chimney.

They had hired someone to stock the kitchen with some food for them as they knew it was too dangerous to risk going to get groceries on their own and getting spotted by a fan. It seemed that whoever had done that had also started the fire for them.

The two of them walked into a toasty warm cabin, a welcome feeling even after only being in the bitter cold outside for a few minutes. The open-concept cabin space was lit up by a few lamps and the natural sun beaming in from the window. The design was old fashioned in a way, so different from the modern look of their dorm in Seoul. It was beautiful.

As Jungkook started unpacking a few of their things, Taehyung made some hot chocolate. He topped it with whipped cream and settled onto the couch in the living room with the younger.

“Isn’t it amazing here?” Jungkook asked as they played a K-Drama they’d been meaning to watch in the background.

Taehyung’s lips turned up at the corners in a longing sort of smile. “Yeah, it is,” he replied, “It reminds me of my home as a child - except, more snow.”

Jungkook chuckled lightly in agreement and then said shyly, “Part of me never wants to leave and we’ve only just gotten here.”

The smile on Taehyung’s face turned softer, sadder. “I know, baby. Me too.”

Neither of them said it out loud, but the underlying meaning in Jungkook’s words was there. Here, they didn’t have to hide. Here, they didn’t have to watch what they did and said constantly so no one would know they were romantically involved. Even if just for a while, Taehyung and Jungkook could get away from those responsibilities and be themselves.

They fell into a comfortable silence as Taehyung curled into the maknae’s side, a fluffy blanket draped over the two of them.

Once nighttime fell upon them, Taehyung stoked the fire and added some firewood while Jungkook cooked them up some dinner in the kitchen. The two of them continued the drama they were watching as they munched on their tasty meal, and then they cuddled up together once more.

Finding time alone was difficult with their careers and living situations, and as much as Taehyung wanted to use this time to their advantage, they were too tired to do anything tonight. They’d performed at the KBS Song Festival just the day before, and the preparation in the days before that meant that they were exhausted and in need of a full night of sleep.

That didn’t mean that the two of them didn’t share many kisses throughout the evening though. Jungkook would shyly peck his hyung on the lips every once in a while, while Taehyung was much more forward, but that was how it had always been between them. Taehyung hugged the maknae any chance he had to do so and pressed kisses wherever he saw fit - Jungkook’s face, neck, arms, hair, it didn’t matter.

When they finally turned off the television and lights for the night and curled up together under the covers of the queen-sized bed, their kisses became a little more heated.

It started as a simple peck, but Jungkook just couldn’t seem to bring himself to pull away. Taehyung certainly wasn’t complaining and eagerly accepted the younger’s tongue into his mouth when it prodded against his bottom lip.

Taehyung let out a sigh of content and held tighter to the younger’s dark locks. He allowed the heat to simmer in the pit of his stomach as Jungkook pulled him flush against him by the waist.

“Mm, baby,” Taehyung mumbled half-heartedly against the other’s lips, “We should stop before things get out of control.”

Jungkook didn’t look like he particularly agreed, but he listened and placed a final kiss to his hyung’s lips before pulling away and leaning their foreheads together.

Taehyung moved his hand from the nape of the maknae’s neck to the side of his face where he let his thumb caress Jungkook’s cheek softly. The younger couldn’t help but lean into the tender touch.

“Tomorrow,” Jungkook muttered, his eyes half-closing from the comfort of the older’s touch. “Tomorrow, I’m going to love you so hard, hyung.”

Taehyung couldn’t help but smile a little at the cute words. Even after all these years, Jungkook still didn’t like saying crude things or even using the word “sex”. It was endlessly adorable, though, so Taehyung didn’t mind in the slightest. The maknae was so pure in that way, even if he was certainly no longer a virgin.

“I’ll hold you to that, bun,” Taehyung replied softly, unable to stop himself from kissing the younger’s lips one more time before settling his head back on his pillow. They were facing each other and pressed closely, Jungkook’s arm tossed over his hyung’s waist. “I love you.”

“Love you too, hyung. Always.”

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The next morning they stuffed their faces with a hearty breakfast before heading out to the slopes. They were lucky enough to catch the first chairlift ride of the day and talked about what run they wanted to go on first as they were carried up the mountain.

Both of them had tried skiing in the past and found they preferred snowboarding so they had rented the right equipment. Once they hopped off the lift and settled on a run that was a bit longer for their first, the two of them were off.

The freedom of cruising across the snow at a consistent speed was exhilarating and they laughed unabashedly at the feeling. Their laughing turned to straight-up cackling when Taehyung came to a momentary stop and tipped over backward, his arms flailing funnily in the air before he fell on his ass.

Jungkook tried to show off to his hyung a few times by doing complicated turns until Taehyung made him stop in fear of injuring himself. “I know how talented you are at so many things - snowboarding included. You don’t need to risk your hurting yourself at my expense,” he’d said, and though Jungkook couldn’t see the older’s eyes behind his mask and goggles, he could hear the tenderness and emotion in his deep voice.

The two of them completed four total runs before they took a break for lunch. Unfortunately, they couldn’t go to any restaurants for fear of being seen so they instead went back to their cabin. They didn’t mind too much, though, if it meant they didn’t need to hide.

After defrosting their fingers and toes by the fireplace and making sure their stomachs were full, they headed back to the slopes once more. They only did three more runs before the sun disappeared behind the mountains and an orange and pink sunset took over the sky.

Taehyung and Jungkook trudged through the snow back to their cabin, breathing heavily through their face masks. They wished to take them off so they could take some deep breaths but didn’t want to risk showing any part of their faces. Even their goggles had been replaced with sunglasses to hide their eyes.

While the older was definitely beginning to feel the soreness of his muscles already, the maknae looked like he could keep snowboarding forever. Jungkook’s stamina was insane, and Taehyung would always be shocked by it.

“How are you not tired?”

Jungkook looked at him and Taehyung could see his cheeks lifting in a smile behind his mask. He knew it was that favorite smile of this, the one that made him look like a bunny. “I don’t know, hyung, maybe you’re just old.”

“Yah!” Taehyung smacked the maknae on the arm, but the hit was weak as his arms were beginning to feel even sorer as the minutes went on.

“Don’t worry, hyung, I’ll take care of you,” the younger replied.

“When I’m actually old?”

“And now,” Jungkook said, his voice getting audibly shyer. “I’ll always take care of you.”

And he kept to his word.

When they finally arrived back at the cabin, Jungkook helped Taehyung take off the heavy winter clothing and assisted him to lay on the couch. The older let his body rest while the still energized maknae headed off to make dinner again.

Their dinner was followed by Taehyung suggesting a bath. They filled up the giant tub in the bathroom with steaming water and a touch of bubble bath. Jungkook sat behind the older, his chest flush with Taehyung’s back.

The maknae started massaging Taehyung’s sore arms, causing him to let out a groan of relief. Jungkook worked his way down his hyung’s body with his hands, making sure to caress every bit of skin he could like he was mapping out the other’s every curve.

Then, in a brave step for him, Jungkook pressed his lips to Taehyung’s shoulder and began sucking a love bite into the skin. Taehyung titled his head to bare his neck more to his boyfriend, his own hands tracing over the veins in the maknae’s forearms as fingers dug into his thighs.

Gulping against his suddenly dry throat, Taehyung moaned out, “Want to fuck me tonight, baby?”

Jungkook let out a sound somewhere between a moan and whine and replied, “Wanna show you how much I love you, hyung.”

As if to further make his point, Jungkook rolled his hips up against the older’s ass, making sure he could feel the hardness of his cock.

Taehyung couldn’t help the gasp he let out at the feel of it or the wave of arousal that went through his body as a result. “Wanna go to bed?” he questioned, his voice breathy and low.

“No,” Jungkook shook his head before resuming pressing kisses all over his hyung’s neck. “Want you right here.”

Taehyung let out a huff of a chuckle, “Well, it’ll make for easy cleanup, I guess.”

Jungkook’s hands were massaging over his narrow hips and lightly muscled thighs as if he couldn’t get enough. “Hyung,” he whined, “Tell me I can. Tell me I can make love to you right here.”

As if Taehyung could ever say no to the maknae. “Yes, baby. Show me how much you love me.”

Jungkook had always been the kind of person to make a competition out of everything, or at least, he became beyond determined to succeed no matter the task given to him. It was no different when it came to sex and Taehyung had to admit that the younger’s relentless drive to do well was a huge turn on.

So, at the older’s words, Jungkook’s grip on his hyung’s hips tightened before one hand slid around to his front and took hold of his cock. He began tugging at the girth and reveling in the exquisite sounds leaving Taehyung’s mouth at the pleasurable touch.

Taehyung’s own hand reached behind him and buried itself into the maknae’s slightly curly hair at the nape of his neck. He pulled perhaps a bit too hard, but judging by the moan of contentment Jungkook let out, he didn’t seem to mind.

After a few minutes of working Taehyung up with a hand on his dick, Jungkook let go and reached over the edge of the tub to grab at something he had set on the floor earlier. He came back up with a bottle of lube in his hand and wasted no time in pouring some on his fingers.

The first touch of Jungkook’s slender fingers against his entrance made Taehyung moan unabashedly. He’d always been eagerly vocal, especially after Jungkook had told him once that it made him feel more confident in his actions.

The pointer finger slipped in first, and there wasn’t much resistance since Taehyung had taken to fucking himself on his own fingers quite often when he couldn’t be with the younger over the last few months.

Jungkook slipped the middle finger in alongside the first quickly and felt his hyung’s walls hugging the digits. “So tight, hyung,” he commented, his own breathing becoming uneven now.

“Add another, bun,” Taehyung ordered softly as he opened his thighs wider, “I can’t wait for you much longer.”

The maknae groaned at the admission and obliged, slipping three fingers into the older’s tight hole. He started to pump them in and out rhythmically, searching for that one spot inside Taehyung that he knew would make him see stars.

“Oh, Kook!” Taehyung gasped as the maknae pressed the tips of his fingers directly over his prostate. “Right there, baby! Right there!” With one hand still in Jungkook’s hair and the other on the younger’s muscly forearm, his grip tightened.

Jungkook moaned out loudly, his hyung’s pleasure adding immensely to his own. “C-Can I? Can I...”

“Yes,” Taehyung finished for him, “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard like I know you can.”

The maknae removed his fingers and not a second later was aligning his rock hard cock between Taehyung’s ass cheeks. The head caught on the older’s rim before Jungkook kicked his hips forward and buried himself to the hilt inside of his hyung.

“God, fuck!” Taehyung shouted, the feeling of being filled by his lover’s dick after months both relieving and overwhelming.

“Missed you like this, Tae,” Jungkook grunted, “Missed feeling you around me.”

“Missed your fucking cock inside me so much, Kook,” Taehyung replied, his words becoming dirtier and dirtier as they tended to do when he was aroused. “Wish you could stay here forever.”

Jungkook pulled back, allowing his dick to slide out most of the way before thrusting his hips up once more. Taehyung’s body jolted with the rough movement, the water around them beginning to turn to waves.

The younger man adjusted his grip on his hyung’s hips, no doubt leaving some bruises that would be seen the following days. Jungkook held him tightly, easily, and guided Taehyung’s movements to match his own.

“Fuck!” Taehyung all but screamed as the maknae rammed right into his prostate. “There, Kook. There!”

And Jungkook had no trouble delivering his hyung’s commands. He set a steady pace, his muscles tightening as he worked to move both of their weights together. His thrusts were fast and hard, and of fucking course the Golden Maknae was able to hit his sensitive bundle of nerves every single time without fault.

Taehyung’s grip on the maknae’s hair was probably painful, but Jungkook still didn’t say anything about it and the older was too far out of his mind to really notice it himself.

“It’s...hyung...” Jungkook was panting harshly, sweat forming at his hairline. “‘M gonna...gonna cum...”

The older man tossed his head back against Jungkook’s shoulder, lips parted as he tried to get in some oxygen in between his pleasured moans. “Not yet,” he managed out.

Jungkook’s pace stuttered a bit in confusion, “What?”

“Not yet, Jungkook,” Taehyung repeated, this time more firmly than the last.

“Hyung!”

“You can do it, baby. I know you can.”

Taehyung pushed his hips back forcefully, drawing a whine out of the younger man as his dick was buried inside his hyung even further than before.

But as stated before, Jungkook was never one to back down from a challenge. He felt like he was going to burst with how close he was to that familiar euphoria but held himself back by what seemed like a flimsy thread.

Their movements became violent enough to send the waves higher up the walls of the tub and splash over the edges.

Somewhere far in the back of Taehyung’s mind, he was thankful that their rented cabin was a good distance away from anyone else. They weren’t exactly keeping things quiet, but why should they when they had finally been given the chance?

Taehyung came first, a high-pitched moan leaving his throat as all the muscles in his body coiled with his orgasm. He didn’t revel in his high, however, not when he knew he had a maknae on the brink of his own orgasm right behind him.

“You can cum now, baby,” Taehyung crooned in his familiar, deep baritone. His hand released the younger’s hair from its tight hold and instead moved to softly pet the dark locks. “You were so good to me. Made me feel so good, Kook.”

Jungkook buried his face in his hyung’s neck to muffle his moans as he finally came too.

Taehyung murmured softly to the younger as he felt his warm cum inside of him. He belatedly realized that the water surrounding them was cooling rapidly and reached over to drain a bit from the tub. Then he turned the tap and allowed some fresh, hot water to warm them up again.

“Hyung?”

The older snapped his head towards Jungkook and automatically reached out to caress the side of his face. “Yeah, bun?”

Jungkook was looking at him with slightly hazy eyes, a content smile on his face. “C-Can I have a kiss?”

Taehyung nearly melted at the sweet request but instead nodded and complied, pressing his lips softly against the younger’s. They moved slowly, in no rush, just expressing the love they felt for each other through the motions of their mouths.

“Let’s get cleaned up and head back to bed, yeah?” Taehyung suggested gently.

A few minutes later the two of them were clinging to each other under the blankets, the older’s head resting on the maknae’s shoulder and an arm thrown over his waist. He fell asleep to the sound of Jungkook’s steady, comforting heartbeat resonating in his ears.

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Jungkook dressed up in his black winter jacket and snow boots, finishing off his outfit with the scarf and gloves Taehyung had gotten him for Christmas. The scarf was made of some high end, super expensive fabric in a checkered pattern of light blue colors. “Soft and baby blue for my soft baby boy,” Taehyung had said when he’d opened it a few days earlier.

Taehyung was dressed to the nines (as he always was) in a long, midnight blue coat that pulled in at his waist and accentuated his long legs. His feet were adorned with maroon colored boots, a matching scarf around his neck.

“You always make me feel like I’m wearing rags when you wear things like this,” Jungkook complained, a cute pout on his lips that contrasted the awed look in his eyes as he looked at his hyung.

Taehyung chuckled and moved to adjust the younger’s scarf. “That’s why I got you this scarf, silly. So you can fit right in standing next to me,” he teased with a smirk.

“Shut up.”

The older only laughed harder. Once he calmed down, he reached out to grab Jungkook’s gloved hand in his own. “Come on, I want to go see the sunrise!”

Both of them pulled on large black beanies and dark face masks. These were meant to disguise their appearance, but Jungkook and Taehyung both knew their outfits would give them away to any fan. Management didn’t need to know that though.

Hopefully getting up at six o’clock in the morning to go for a hike meant that it was too early for many people to be up yet.

Though it was bitterly cold outside, they could both see that the skies were clear from the first bit of light peeking over the hill opposite to their rented cabin. That had been another reason they’d rented this cabin; it was only a few feet away from a great hiking trail that Seokjin had said had one of the best, pretty unknown views of the sunrise in the morning at the top. It was like a hidden treasure of sorts.

Jungkook and Taehyung gripped each other’s hands and spoke softly to each other as they made their way up the path. It was still too dark to enjoy the nature around them, so they filled their time with talking about anything and everything that came to their minds.

It was about fifteen minutes later that they reached the lookout point. It had gotten brighter in just a few minutes, the sky an orangy-pink color that accented the white of the snow nicely. A coat of fluffy white covered every part of the little village they overlooked, sparkling in the first rays of the morning sunlight.

The two of them both pulled out their cameras from their camera bags and snapped some pictures of the stunning scene before them.

Taehyung checked around them to confirm there was no one else around before pulling off his beanie and face mask, gesturing to the younger to do the same.

Jungkook followed, of course, though his eyes were wide and darting around like a frightened bunny as he did so.

“Take some pictures of me!” Taehyung urged, fixing the mess of his hair his beanie had made and going over to stand next to a tree.

Jungkook grinned and lifted his camera so he could look in the viewfinder. He always locked onto the perfect picture so easily when Taehyung was around, but maybe he was just biased. He snapped a few pictures where the sunlight hit Taehyung’s profile and lit up his adorable smile.

The older pulled Jungkook into his side and took probably too many shots of the two of them together, but he would take any excuse to be close to his boyfriend.

Taehyung eventually did insist on taking some pictures of Jungkook alone, despite the younger’s timid denial.

Jungkook looked ethereal in the photos the older took of him. All gentle, shy smiles and a bit of blush painting his cheeks.

As the older slowly lowered the camera and glanced around once more, the younger furrowed his brows in confusion.

Taehyung turned back to him and placed his hands on the younger’s cheeks. Then he quickly guided Jungkook into a tender kiss.

The maknae startled at first, not expecting it, but he kissed his hyung back easily as his own hands slipped to hold Taehyung’s waist.

“One day,” the older said when they finally pulled away for air and leaned their foreheads against each other, “One day, we won’t have to hide anymore, Jungkook. I promise.”

The maknae squeezed at his hips in response, a silent motion of understanding. “I love you to the other end of the universe and back, hyung.”

The corner’s of Taehyung’s lips quirked up at the words before he moved to press a gentle kiss to Jungkook’s forehead. “I love you to the other end of the universe and back too, baby.”

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A/N: So this kind of just wrote itself. I hope it’s alright. Please let me know what you thought <3

Also, about the Namjoon X BTS request I’m working on, it will be up on Thursday. Thank you so much to the requester for the patience and I hope that it will be worth the wait when you read it!

[dunesand]

bulbapedia categorizes pokemon in their color groups so i made a bunch of trainer cards aka ocs for da future this is a master post for me to look back to in the future when i want to draw/flesh them out lmao!!!

red trainer Oh-sung...delinquent. sort of wishes he could carry cuter pokemon but he's gotta put up a TOUGH ACT. doesnt like battling but good at it. his darumaka is his true bff.

blue trainer Insik doctor/rescue guy! nice dude, doesnt battle. always busy and likes oh-sung a lot. he loves cold drinks and cant stand the heat. loves the beach but loves really cold weather cant stand tropical beach towns. cant swim!

yellow trainer Namki traveling clown!! loves their pokemon a lot!!! is horrible at battling!!! just wants to have a good time. will take your things and their pokemon will also take your things.

green trainer Shingo a mess of a human being depressed as hell. just graduated college and is a station master due to family pressure. would eat nothing but top ramen and never clean if his pokemon didn't help him get up and feel good every morning. super city boy.

charcoal trainer Dowon a NINJA. can tell you which naruto episode is his favorite and why. throws his freakin minior everywhere like a shuriken for practice. likes to collect figmas but always breaks them when he makes them. fake edgy. likes kimoon a lot.

brown trainer Soyi wuvs to bake. gets nervous when pretty ladies come to her bakery, cant help but give out free bread to all the beautiful girls. sort of a perfectionist, beats herself up a lot over silly things. never sleeps. wuvs her pokemon. dislikes battling but GOOD at it.

purple trainer Seigen a SPOOKY SNOWBOARDER. rarely is seen out at day, seeing him is like seeing bigfoot. not actually spooky but accepts this weird title people have given him. likes to camp out with his pokemon a lot. shy.

gray trainer Mija usually seen at the hotsprings. she likes to stay in the salt rooms and drink fresh sikhye while reading. retired, wife passed away but has three good good kids that visit her a lot. loves battling and eating tasty snacks that are bad for her.

white trainer Kimoon monk! but rlly new at it. trying to get rid of wordly desires but finds it very difficult to do. likes reading/watching kamen rider. friends with dowon.

pink trainer Ga-yoon RICH bitch. always on cruises, competes in pokemon contests and hits on other ladies a lot. always has a drink in her hand. very good at pokemon battles but prefers the contest life.

(pink was the last of the colors on the bulbapedia thing but i made more trainers.) trainer Woojin!! friends with shingo, same family issues. real serious around others. nice when talking one on one, wishes he could have been a chef.

trainer Won-chul likes going on late-night walks with his pokemon and early morning walks. never seen in the afternoon. sort of a mystery. likes watching kdramas and crying.

trainer Ye-jun widdle baby. likes to jump around in puddles. his favorite thing is soda. his pelipper tries to make sure he doesnt drink so much.

orange trainer Sanjun maid cafe! brother to Nari. loves chatting with people and all around nice guy. trying to save money for college, but wastes all of his money on nice dresses. surprisingly dislikes sweets.

trainer Nari butler cafe! sister to Sanjun wants to beat all the gyms. trying to get some extra bucks for college. likes helping her brother fuss over this fashion and looking up cool suits to wear. really good at saving money.

trainer Eunah, friends with Sanjun. sort of a gloomy girl. really quiet, gets dragged along to shop with Sanjun constantly. only works on rainy days.

trainer Mi-ran, nurse. clumsy af. tries her damn best and really wants to be a good nurse but is always fucking things up. oversleeps all the time and is always lost in thought. loves napping with her pokemon.

trainer Tae really loves cute pokemon. plays with them all the time when he's not playing football. hold all of his pokemon and carries them around everywhere. loves soft things, scared of bug pokemon.

trainer Hideo, friends with Tae and Choki . takes baseball real seriously. chews too much gum and never shuts up. tries to make everything connect to baseball somehow. everyone usually ignores him.

trainer Choki, friends with hideo and tae super talented, very busy. lives with his younger brother. stern and wishes his brother would take his studies seriously. always wants to train but his friends never want to. paints in his spare time.

trainer Itaru, younger brother to choki, wants to be a contest winner with his pokemon. wishes his brother wasn't so serious all the time. loves summertime and jogging with his pokemon. enjoys ditching school and planting berries/flowers in his garden.

trainer Hirotomo he's kimoon's dad and wishes his son would focus on becoming an enlightened monk. loves the winter time and meditating with his pokemon. smiles a lot but no one can tell cause of his beard

trainer Kyoko and Kuriko GAY!!! they love each other a lot.friends with all the sports buddies. big fans of Ryoko and Choki. they're really loud and full of energy but mean well and supports everyone.

trainer Banri, trans guy. very competitive especially against miu. good friends with seigen. loves all kinds of fruit. dislikes fast food. wants everyone to know how good of a color orange is.

trainer Miu, trans lady. not competitive, just trying her dang hardest. always seems to beat banri in some way. has a crush on ryoko. sister to eita. best skier around, really dislikes the cold. likes to watch scary movies.

trainer Eita soccer player! blunt, nice boy. loves hanging around hideo cause he makes fun of him all the time. brother to miu, loves bragging about his sister. loves going to amusement parks and is the best at winning prizes.

trainer Ryoko super talented, the coolest out of the sports buddies. rlly nice and hard working. gets a bit nervous due to the high expectations set on her. everyone thinks she's cool but she's secretly a big nerd. loves collecting gashapon toys.

trainer Junko loves fashion. likes to dress in historical clothes and dresses her pokemon up the same way. terrible at gardening but wishes she were good at it.

trainer Jubei, brother to junko. also loves fashion, but just always wants to look stylish. recently became a kendo teacher. a bit stubborn, kind of tsundere. is perpetually annoyed that his sister can beat him easily in martial arts.

[lifeanddeathsscenarios]

When the Sun Crashes

I hope you have all been enjoying this story. I hope you enjoy this chapter as well!

Summary: You would always be there for your best friend. Or at least that’s what you wish you could do. But when that best friend is running to chase their dream, do you think you can keep up?

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There were many things about Taeyang that you never understood and probably would never understand. Such as entering your home early on a Saturday morning.

You groaned, pulling your sheets over your head. “Five more minutes…”

“If I give you five more minutes, we’re gonna be late.” He sighed, pulling your sheets away from you.

“Why do I even need to come? I wasn’t invited.” You sat up, scratching at your bed head.

Laughing, he leaned over to help smooth your hair out. “I asked if I could bring a plus one and they said sure. So, you’re coming.”

“It’s my only free day. I wanna spend it in bed.” You waved his hand away, frowning when he caught your wrist and tugged you up. Although you tried going back to bed, he pulled you to your bathroom.

He opened the door before pushing you inside. “Go get ready. I picked your outfit for you.” He closed the door, making you stare in shock.

You turned, seeing your clothes laid out on the closed toilet seat. “Hey! What did I tell you about going through my stuff?!”

“We’ve known each other since we were in primary school. Stop pretending we haven’t seen everything-”

“Just shut up and make me some breakfast. I’m gonna shower.” You cut him off, face warm.

From behind the door, you heard him chuckle. “Don’t take too long. We’re meeting up in an hour.”

After you were sure he had been busy in your kitchen, you sighed and locked the bathroom door.

You hated how easily Taeyang could convince you. All you wanted was to sleep in. But instead, you were his plus one at a party. A party you were sure the girl crushing on your best friend had invited said best friend and his dance crew to in order to get close to him.

Of course, your best friend was too oblivious to things like that.

“Why did you change? The outfit I prepared matched with mine,” Taeyang complained as you two headed to the dance studio. He was wearing a simple white shirt with a black bomber jacket along with black ripped jeans and black converse.

“That’s exactly why I changed. Seriously Tae, you know I hate skirts. Why’d you pick one?” How he found that monstrosity, you didn’t know. It was buried under other clothing along with the hideous bomber jacket matching his own. A simple black sweater and jeans along with your black combat boots were just fine to you.

“It was in your closet. If you don’t wanna use it, why do you even have it?”

You glared at him. “My mom bought it and I don’t have the heart to throw it out.”

Cooing, he pinched your cheeks. “No wonder it was so cute. Your mom really has a good taste.”

“You’re just asking for a fight now,” you said, hands on his wrists.

“Let’s not do that today.” He chuckled, while releasing you. He rubbed at your red cheeks softly, trying to soothe the pain he had caused you. “Let’s just hurry. They’re probably already waiting in the car.”

Of course, Taeyang was correct, The other boys rushed you two inside the small van, welcoming you with a smile before starting on the highway.

“Is this the biggest van you guys have?” you complained, thighs squished against your best friend’s. “If you guys didn’t know, Tae’s got really thick thighs.”

“Hey! That’s one of my complex’s!” He pouted. “And what’s wrong with this van? It’s just that you’re here were tight on car space. It’s usually really spacious.”

“If you had known I would just make this car uncomfortable, why’d you invite me?”

One of the other dancers said, “But you don’t make this car uncomfortable…”

Their dance leader, at the front passenger’s seat turned to you two with a smile. “I actually thought you would sit on his lap.”

“HEY!” You reached out, trying to punch him. Taeyang grabbed your upper arms to restrain you.

“Please don’t kill anyone…” Taeyang begged.

“I’m not gonna kill him. I just wanted to show him a lesson…”

Their dance leader laughed. “I see why you like her, Taeyang. Girl’s got attitude. She knows how to defend herself.”

Taeyang sighed, pulling you back when you tried to hit the leader. “She’s my best friend. She should know how to defend herself.”

“Best friend huh?” The leader wondered. “Why doesn’t she dance like you?”

“That’s more of a Taeyang signature in our friendship,” you explained, sitting back in your seat.

“Is it because you’re a bad dancer?” Their dance leader turned to smirk at you.

You grit your teeth. “Why you-!”

“Please no killing!” your best friend begged as he held you back.

“Fight! Fight! Fight!” The rest of the boys encouraged.

The dancer who was driving pointed at everyone. “Don’t make me turn this van around!”

“Why can’t we ever have a normal trip?” Taeyang whined.

Luckily, the whole van arrived at the party in tact.

You weren’t sure how, but your best friend was relieved and that’s all that mattered.

“Okay, Min and I are gonna go talk to the DJ. You guys can chill or find some ladies.” Their dance leader winked.

You rolled your eyes while the other boys laughed.

“C’mon. Let’s go in.”

When you entered the hall that held the party, you deduced that Yoonji really did come from a rich family.

The hall was huge but already filled with people. Balloons and banners filled the place and there were children running around. There was a buffet table on the right side of the room while various tables of different activities were on the opposite side of the room. At the back of the room, a stage was set up for the DJ table and the special acts that the family probably paid a lot of money for.

In your mind, you were shocked at the similarity of Western birthday parties Yoonji’s family held. They must be really rich.

At the entrance, there was a table for sign-in and to leave presents. The woman manning it smiled when you all entered.

“Hello! You must be the dance crew our Yoonji kept talking about. You don’t have to-”

The dance leader shook his head as everyone took out an envelope. “We’ve already prepared gifts. Please accept them.”

You suddenly felt stupid for not preparing a gift as the woman accepted them from each boy. However, when Taeyang gave his, he smiled at the woman.

“It’s from both of us,” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

While you sputtered with a red face, the other boys chuckled behind their hands and the lady in front of you two smiled widely.

She nodded, putting the envelope in a white box. “I understand. Enjoy the party and good luck!”

You all bowed before leaving, Taeyang pulling you along with him.

“Hey,” you said as you shoved his arm off your shoulder. “Why did you do that?”

“I already planned that  you would forget a present, knowing how busy you are. Plus, you are my plus one. It would only make sense that we share a present.”

You really hated how he could explain himself out of a hard spot. “Fine. But don’t try stuff like that again.”

He laughed. “Only if we stop being friends.”

Right after you had your fill from the buffet, you made a plate for Taeyang (who was practicing outside for their performance).

It was funny how, although the best dancer, he’d keep practicing whenever he could. Even now, when all the other boys were having fun decorating cookies and getting fake tattoos with sprayed paint, he was practicing on an empty stomach.

You sat back at your seat, putting the plate you made for Taeyang on the table space next to you, where he sat.

“It’s cute how you two look out for each other.”

You rolled your eyes and stared at the boy to your right. “It would be cute if you shut your mouth, Dongjoo-oppa,” you said sweetly to the dance team leader.

He laughed, taking a bit from the 2nd plate he made for himself. “Such harsh words sound like honey coming out of your mouth. If you two aren’t dating, why do you do stuff like that?” He pointed to the plate of food you had made.

“You know how he is.” You sighed. “For Taeyang, dance comes before food. Everything can wait when it comes to dancing.”

“Huh…” He picked at his food, deep in though. “Do you think that’s true?”

“Of course. Dancing is his whole life,” you said without a second thought.

“Then which do you think comes first for him?”

“What?”

“Dancing or you?”

You frowned. That was the dumbest question. “Why would he ever have to choose between me and dancing? I would never get in the way of his dream.”

“It’s just a hypothetical question.” Dongjoo rested a cheek on his right hand as he stared at you. “So, dancing or you?”

“Dancing,” you whispered, eyes dropping to the table. The answer was clear to you and, even though it hurt, it was the absolute truth.

Shaking your head, you got up. “I’m gonna go check on the other boys,” you said before leaving him.

You pretended not to hear what the dance leader said as you left.

“Funny. Taeyang doesn’t seem like he’d choose dancing.”

While you were helping two of the boys help little kids decorate cookies, a child tugged at your jacket. You looked down at them with a smile.

“Yes?”

“Unnie, can you make a pretty smiley face on this one?” the little girl asked.

“I’m not really good at it.” You laughed in apology. Kwangho and Beomseok had made many of the children’s cookies looking even more tasty with their frosting art. You had just helped children who wanted to write their names on theirs. “You should ask the oppas, they’re better than me.”

The little girl frowned. “But I want you to do it. Everyone who went to you look extra happy. Even the adults were happy.”

Even though you smiled at the compliment, you knew you shouldn’t lie to the kid. “I’m not really good at art…”

“It doesn’t have to be perfect… I just want a happy face!” She pouted. “Please unnie!”

You sighed. “Okay, okay. But remember that I told you I wasn’t good.”

The girl smiled, totally ignoring your warning. “Thank you!”

As you tried to do your best making a smiley face on the cookie with the frosting, the child watched intently. When you were almost done, you asked what her name was.

“I’m Mija. What about you, unnie?”

“Y/N.” You smiled, handing her the finished product. “It was nice meeting you, Mija.”

She squealed in delight as she took the cookie. “Thank you unnie! It looks so pretty! You did a better job than my unnie! Thank you!” She pulled you down to hug you before running off to brag about the cookie.

You smiled after her, but finally noticed you were alone at the table. “I can’t believe they ditched me without saying anything…”

Suddenly, the MC went up to the stage. “Good evening everyone! I hope you have all enjoyed your food and that the children enjoyed the activities that were set up. Now, we’re gonna start the real fun! We prepared many special shows for you all!” The MC smiled.

You hurried back to your seat as the lights dimmed down. The table was empty, save for the center piece and the plates of food the other boys had made themselves. Your seat was near the stage, but closer to the left side of the room.

“First, we have an amazing dancing crew! Not only are they handsome, they’re talented! Coming from the dance studio to this stage is a big deal! Everyone, please welcome Figure 8!”

While the MC left, the spotlight turned off and made the place dark. It went quiet and you held your breath.

Lights hit the stage, showcasing 8 of the boys you had arrived at the party with. When the music played and they started dancing, you smiled widely.

It was always the best when Yoo Taeyang was in his element.

You guessed that after your thoughts on the practice you had seen, the boys really put in a lot of effort. All the mistakes you pointed out, they had fixed. Not only were they dancing with the beat, they seemed like they were enjoying it as well.

You couldn’t help but laugh when Dongjoo winked at a table of high school girls. He really fixed what you had suggested.

When they finished, there was an uproar of cheers and clapping. You even heard a child from the table behind you ask if they were idols (you couldn’t help but smile at the thought).

“Wow! An amazing performance from Figure 8! Let’s give them another round of applause!” the MC said, giving the group more applause.

The boys bowewd before leaving the stage, all of them shedding their jackets off. As they headed back to the table, you clapped for them.

“You guys did great! I’m really proud,” you said as Taeyang took his seat next to you.

Dongjoo laughed, sitting as well. “It’s all thanks to you. Hey, could you come to our next practice? We have another gig and we want your opinion again.”

You frowned. “Why can’t you just record yourselves and monitor it?”

“Because we need a change in atmosphere.” He blinked. “The guys seem more alert when you’re around, duh.”

“Just cause I’m a girl? Ask someone else,” you scoffed. “I don’t need to waste my time with you guys. Besides, there are prettier girls out there.”

“Hey,” he scolded. “You’re pretty to us. And that’s not why I want you to start coming more often. You see mistakes I can’t even catch. Plus, we need an outside view. We wanna know the thoughts of an audience member.”

“Don’t some of you guys have siblings? Why can’t you ask them instead?”

He sighed, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. “Our siblings don’t want anything to do with our dancing. C’mon, we’ll even buy you food.”

You heard Taeyang chuckle. He knew that with you, food was always a deal breaker. You wanted to prove that jerk wrong.

“I’ll pay you,” Dongjoo offered with a smile. “Twenty dollars for each practice.”

Taeyang gasped, making you turn and slap his thigh. “Ow! I just think that it’s a good offer… That’s why I reacted that way…”

“Still,” you replied. “You know I’m busy.” With regular schooling, a part-time job, and schooling from an academy, you weren’t sure if watching them dance would fit in your schedule.

“You won’t be coming to every practice. We’ll invite you to watch when we feel like we’ve got the dance moves down. Then I’ll ask Taeyang to ask you to come. If you can’t, we’ll just schedule it to a new day,” Dongjoo explained. He seemed to really want you to accept.

You looked over at Taeyang, who shrugged with a smile. “It would be nice for my best friend to know my dance friends better,” he said.

You wanted to decline. Sure, Taeyang is your best friend and you enjoy watching him dance but dancing wasn’t really your expertise.

Just as you opened your mouth, a hand covered it.

“Unnie! He’s gonna give you food and twenty dollars! Don’t say no!”

Pulling the hand away from your mouth gently, you turned to look at the child. “Mija, you don’t understand-��

“Say yes! They’re handsome and cool, unnie! Please!” She looked at you with twinkling eyes.

Taeyang patted her head. “She’s cute. How do you know her?”

“I was helping at the cookie table.” You sighed, rubbing your temples. Children were so hard to deal with. “Mija, honey-”

“As the birthday girl, my wish is for you to say yes to them!”

Dongjoo chuckled. “A birthday girl just wasted her wish on you.”

“No,” you said. “She hasn’t blown her candles out yet.”

Mija frowned, pulling away from your best friend. “A birthday girl can have as many wishes as she wants on her birthday.”

‘Stubborn kid…’ “This wish is too big. The only way it’ll work is if you wish it before blowing your candles.” You cursed at luck for making you bullied by a little girl.

“Mija!” a voice called, catching the girl’s attention. “It’s time for cake!”

She basically lit up and ran towards the stage, where they would present the cake. She turned to look at you before she left. “I’m going to wish it!”

You watched as she stood on a chair so everyone could see her. You waved back when she waved at you enthusiastically.

“Let’s sing ‘happy birthday’ to the birthday girl, Mija!”

Everyone sang, clapping their hands to the beat while you hoped she really wouldn’t wish what she had told you she was going to wish.

After she blew the candles and was caked, she looked over to you and yelled, “Unnie! Did my wish come true? Are you gonna help them?”

You groaned, hanging your head. “I hate all of you,” you whispered.

Taeyang laughed. “She said yes! Your wish came true.” He patted your leg and you could hear the rest of his dance team members cheer at your agreement.

You sincerely hated everyone.

[eclecticstarlightconnoisseur]

EDINBURGH TO BOSTON - CHAPTER 17 - WITH YOU I AM BORN AGAIN

Good afternoon all, Here is the long-awaited next chapter of Edinburgh to Boston. It is a very, very long chapter. in fact it comes in at over 9300 words. I had considered breaking it up, but in the end, I felt it would lose some of the continuity if I did.

 Also, when you think about this chapter this is a “making up” chapter. So at the end of the chapter, there is an NSFW scene. Please take this as an advisement if this is not your thing. 

For the sake of the story, J&C are in business class on the plane. BUT, in order to make certain things happen, we must pretend that that darned console is not there. 

Again the title of the chapter relates to a Motown song. The song to me represents coming together.  There is a link at the end and I wound hope that you will listen to it. To me, it just says Jamie and Claire. I thought it very apropos considering what they went through in Boston and having almost lost each other. That is the reason for the choice of title and song. I hope it makes sense to you like it does to me. There are still some unresolved feelings, but we will get to that a little later.

As always I am deeply indebted to @scubalass​ who keeps me honest with the story, finds my mistakes, and keeps me on the straight and narrow. Thank you, thank you, thank you.🧡🧡🧡🧡

I am always open to questions about this chapter or any other chapter. Any thoughts comments or suggestions are always welcome.

Thanks for reading my ramble. So without further delay, I give you the newest chapter of Edinburgh to Boston. Here goes nothing. I hope you enjoy.

Edinburgh to Boston

Chapter 17

With You, I Am Born Again

The slumbering beast droned awake. The engines hummed as the jet slowly taxied into position for takeoff. Having received clearance from the tower, th  e Captain released the deceptive power held in check. Roaring to life, the air shook around its massive body. Gathering speed, the lumbering giant began its climb toward its skyward goal. Thundering it thrust forward shearing the air mass surrounding it. The flaps moved into place and the brakes groaned as the landing gear retracted with a loud thud. Continuing its ascent, the silver leviathan increased its speed causing air molecules to strike the fuselage mercilessly. It finally reached cruising altitude leveling off.  And it became blessedly quiet. Claire Beauchamp raised her head up from its hiding place within the crook of Jamie Fraser’s neck. She looked like a snail peeking out of its shell after a rainstorm. “‘Tis alright lass. We’re in the air. ‘Tis safe tae come out now,” he coaxed her. “Easy for you to say, Fraser. You’ve never been in a plane crash.” Childhood memories of the plane crash that took the lives of her parents still haunt her. Claire survived the accident because her mother sacrificed herself using her body to shield her precious daughter from injury.

“Aye, yer right, Sassenach. And I hope I never find out what that’s like.” Smiling at her, he placed a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose.

Claire leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed. “Another seven hours and we’ll be in Scotland. I can’t wait to go home and leave the memories of this miserable trip behind us.”

“Ye ken it was no’ a total disaster Sassenach,” he suggested trying to lighten her mood. “We made the acquaintance of Harry and Maizie and we had fun in the park, did we no?” He looked at her with a sidelong glance, “Then we umm,” he cleared his throat. The beginnings of a spectacularly vibrant red blush colored his cheeks, “then we became better acquainted, several times. I hope I was no’ a disappointment tae ye Claire,” he said shyly.

“A disappointment? Were you a disappointment? Fraser, I have never been so thoroughly shagged in my life. A disappointment, forsooth!”

The redness on Jamie’s cheek deepened. A self-satisfied smile splayed across his face. 

“Ye ken we still have three days left before we have tae return tae work. Do ye have any idea of what ye would like tae do?” 

She tilted her head back as she stared upward contemplating his question. 

“For one thing, a nice long soaking bath,” she exhaled with pleasure. “Wearing my softest pyjamas, curling up in bed and sleeping. Oh! And order take away so I don’t have to go grocery shopping and cook. It just sounds like heaven.” She smiled contentedly as she stretched languorously.

“Ye ken Sassenach I hoped that we could spend the time together.” Sagging into his seat he radiated a sense of disappointment at the prospect of not spending the time together.

Running her fingers over his cheek, “I didn’t say I wanted to do those things alone, did I? Is your bathtub big enough for two?”

“Yes. No. Yes!”

 Is a bathtub big enough for two what it would take tae get Beauchamp into his home? He wondered? I may be looking at a bathroom renovation if it doesna fit the two of us. Ah weel a small price to pay, he thought.

“‘Tis big enough for me so a wee lassie like you should have nay trouble fitting in it.” Thinking about the last time they shared a bath together made the tips of his ears turn pink. What is about Beauchamp that could reduce him to an awkward blushing schoolboy? 

“I guess we will have to find out together, won’t we Fraser?” Claire licked her lips as if she was going to sample a tasty morsel. “I also seem to remember you promised to do things to me that would make me scream once we arrive home. You are a man of your word, are you not?” Claire responded in a seductive voice. 

It was his turn to make her squirm. “Claire, I am a man of my word. I intend to make ye scream with the wanting. I will have ye riding waves of pleasure till ye can bear it nay more,” his smile both reckless and savage made no mistake as to what his intentions were.

Her eyes opened wide, and her jaw dropped. She tried to swallow but her mouth had gone dry, arid like the deserts of her youth. She knew he meant it. It almost sounded more like a threat than a promise. A threat she couldn’t wait for him to make good on. 

“Ye should get some rest, Claire. Ye’ll need it,” his whispered with a provocative voice weighty with a primitive want and need.

His eyes closed as a small smile curved on his lips. 

Claire reclined her seat, but could not sleep. She was restless wriggling around trying to find a comfortable position to nap in.

“Ye canna sleep, Sassenach? Yer wiggling like a wee lad with a toad in his pocket.”

“No, I can’t sleep. Just couldn’t get comfortable.”

“What is it? Is there anything on yer mind?” Jamie didn’t trust that she still wasn’t keeping secrets from him.

She looked at him shyly, “Now that you mention it, I do have one more confession to make.”

He sat up straight, bracing himself for the worst. “And that is...what?”

“I really can bake you know. I just never made a cake with a saw in it.”

Laughing, she completely reclined her seat and moments later her body relaxed into sleep. 

Jamie watched her fall asleep, just as easy as you please, “Christ, Claire, ye will be the death of me yet,” he muttered shaking his head. With one hand, Jamie took a blanket twirling it open with the dexterity of a matador swirling his Capote de Brega covering his Sassenach.

The cabin was dark for some time and all around him, the sounds of passengers settling in for the night time passage had little effect on Jamie. The pull of sleep would not come. His mind jumped through the events over the past several days. With her startling revelation of abuse and rape at the hands’ of her ex-husband, he feared she might compare him to Frank. Not that he would ever hurt her. God, no. But there was something about Beauchamp that drove him to extremes of emotion. He wanted to protect her like a wee kitten that he could keep safe in his shirt and cradle tenderly. And then. And then there were times he wanted to take her, spread her thighs wide and plow into her like a crazed rutting bull. That’s what worried him. What if he could not be gentle? Would he frighten her? He did not want to be compared to him. Over and over again, he told himself his fears were baseless, senseless. After all, they had been intimate several times without the slightest hint or suggestion that she was afraid of him. He would need to find a way to reassure her. And perhaps, himself.  Coming to a decision, he closed his eyes and fell into a restless sleep.

Several hours later, Jamie woke only to find Claire awake as well. She was reading a book on her tablet, one of those bodice-rippers that she was so fond of.  

Claire turned her head toward Jamie’s movement. “Can’t sleep?” she inquired.

“Nah. Uncomfortable. I see ye canna either.”

“No, I usually don’t sleep well, if at all, on planes,” she shrugged as this was an accepted fact of life.

They sat quietly for a while until Jamie broke the silence.  “Would ye like tae hear a story, Sassenach?”

“That would be wonderful.”

“Weel, did I ever tell ye the story of Mary McNab?”

“No, I don’t believe you have.”

“Then, I shall,” he smiled brightly. “Mary McNab lived with her husband and son in a small croft on the Lallybroch lands.  Her husband Ronald worked with my Da on the farm. Now Ronald was a very good worker.  He had one flaw. He turned mean when he drank. Whenever he got paid or came into some extra money, he would make his way to a local pub. After staggering home, he would take out his frustration and anger on his wife and his poor wee laddie. If his son made too much noise while playing or his supper was not to his liking, they suffered for it.

One hot summer day Jenny and some of her friends made plans to go swimming at the loch. As they approached it, Jenny spotted wee Rabbie McNab with his fishing pole sitting shirtless on a log, hook dangling in the water. On hearing the laughter of the approaching girls, he jumped up tae get his shirt that hung over a tree branch but dinna get himself covered before the girls saw him. The lad was covered in bruises in various colors, purple, yellow, and brown.

Jenny reached him and spun him around to face her while he struggled into his shirt. 

“Rabbie, who did this tae ye?” Jenny demanded her face white with shock and anger.

“No one. I...I fell down the stairs,” the scared lad told her. He knew what would happen if he told. 

“I dinna think sae. I ask ye again, Rabbie McNab, who did this tae ye?” Jenny had heard rumors about his father’s drunkenness and the abuse he heaped on his family.

The boy went silent. His head hanging down low.

“Sae that’s how ‘tis? Come on then,” Jenny grabbed him by the hand pulling and dragging the boy along with her. 

“Miss, where are we goin’?” 

“Tae see my Da. He’ll get tae the bottom of this.” 

“No, Miss, no! Ye canna! Please!” The bairn clearly panicked at this possibility.

“Why no’, Rabbie?”

“Because if my Da finds out…” His free hand went tae his mouth as he realized what he had said. 

“Mmphm. Rabbie dinna be afraid my Da willna let nay harm come tae ye.”

Da and I were mending the sheep’s pen, again. It seemed that Huey, the fifth in his line, managed to create a hole large enough allowing him and his harem to escape. 

Holding Rabbie’s hand so he would not run off, Jenny explained to her Da what prompted her concern for the wee lad showing him the bruises on Rabbie’s back. 

Rabbie finally and tearfully told the truth. 

You could see how angry my Da became as he listened tae the story. His eyebrows drew in and his lips formed a tight line. 

“Alright, Master Rabbie get ye inside. Tell Mrs. Crook tae feed ye up, aye? I need tae speak with my daughter and son.”  

Rabbie hesitated. 

“Get ye gone, lad. Miss Jenny will come tae keep ye company directly.”

The boy took halting steps toward the door, fear and worry emanated from his small form.

“Oh, and Rabbie, dinna be afraid for yerself or yer Mam, aye? Nay harm shall come tae either of ye.” 

The boy nodded his head. A glimmer of hope and trust brightened the sad hazel eyes.

I looked at my Da wondering what he would do. How do you interfere in another man’s family? But, then this was no ordinary problem. Wife beating. Child beating. This was different.

“What are ye going tae do Da?”

Da paced back and forth, running his hands through his thick black hair contemplating the question. “I dinna ken laddie, but by Christ, I will do something. I canna sit by and let the pur lad and his mam be beaten every time the man is gone with drink. Let’s go talk with Mistress McNab,”

So I went with my Da tae the McNab croft. Mrs. McNab, of course, denied everything saying her bruises were the result of accidental injuries. She claimed to be a clumsy person, always tripping and falling. She said her laddie took after her, bumping into things, falling, tripping.

Da took her by the hand leading her to a chair to sit. “Mary, ye ken that I know. I have seen Ron at the pub o’er taken with drink. I’ve seen him get into fights.” Brian’s hazel eyes went soft with compassion. “I will see ye and yer lad safe. I can give you the protection of my home and my family’s good name. But, Mary ye must tell me true. Is he hurting ye and yer son?”

Mary McNab searched the depths of Brian Fraser’s warm hazel eyes finding the kindness in his soul. She opened up in a great flood of emotions telling us everything.

Listening intently,  Da drummed his fingers on the table considering what she had tae say. He came tae a decision as Mrs. McNab finished her story.

“Mary pack what ye think ye and yer son will need. Ye will come tae stay at Lallybroch until we straighten this out. I will call my lawyer tae see what can be done legally tae protect ye. Then you can decide what you wish tae do. Jamie, go help Mrs. McNab.”

So Mary McNab came home with us. Da called Ned Gowan our lawyer and Mary decided it was in her and her son’s best interest tae get a divorce, which she did. Da hired her tae help Mrs. Crook with the running of the house.

“Jamie, what about her husband? Didn’t he create a fuss? I can’t believe that he agreed to a divorce so easily.”

“He dinna. Ron marched up tae our house and began tae bang on the door calling out my Da. He told my Da that he had no right tae interfere with another man’s family. And as head of his household, he would do as he saw fit.”

“So, my Da asked him where he lived.”

“Have ye gone daft man? Ye ken fine well I live here at Lallybroch.” 

“So ye admit ye live on Lallybroch land, do ye? Which is my land, of which I am the Laird? So as the Laird ‘tis my duty tae see tae the welfare of all who live on it. I am responsible for the welfare of every soul here including yer family. So, I say tae ye now Ronald McNab get yer things and get ye gone from my property. Yer services are no longer required.”

With that my Da turned around and went into the house, leaving Ronnie standing there agog.

“Your father used his authority as the Laird to keep her safe and make her husband leave the property, then. I thought you told me that the title of Laird was only honorary.”

“That’s right ‘tis. But in the Highlands memories are long and traditions die slowly ye ken?”

“I’m glad everything worked out for Mary and her son, but why did you tell me this story?”

He took her very small hand in his large warm one, holding it tenderly.

“My Dad asked me if I knew why he brought me along with him. I foolishly told him because he needed another man along with him, to protect his right.” Jamie smiled remembering his youthful faux pas. “My Da looked at me with a benevolent smile and I could see him thinking. I think that day my Da realized that I was becoming a man and no’ just the wee red-heided bairn that chased after him.”

“Aye, Jamie lad I did need a man with me,” Brian Fraser remarked solemnly giving his beloved son his due. “And since ye are near becoming a man grown there are some lessons ye need tae learn that will govern yer behavior yer whole life.”

“Sassenach, ye should have seen me! I puffed myself up like a proud peacock ready tae receive the sage words of wisdom that my Da would impart tae me. I think my Da almost damn near collapsed trying no’ tae laugh at me.” Jamie shook his head recalling his younger self.

Looking at Jamie, Claire could see the love and respect he had for his father. Something she had always wished she had known with her father. 

“Da said he took me along with him tae see Mrs. McNab because someday I would hold the title of Laird. As such it was necessary for me to become a fear an urram. Part of being a duine urramach was the need tae have respect for the land and the beasts in my care. And men of honor have a call tae duty toward the people in his care and those he would meet in life. Most of all, a true man had tae respect women and hold them in high esteem. For women are our strength, our hearts, and the hope for the future. Above all else, a true man respects and cares for those he loves. As they are the reason men rise in the dark of the morning and return home with the setting of the sun laboring so that they can be safe and secure. My Da had a wistful look on his face, staring at something only he could see. He looked at me then told me something I dinna understand at the time, but I do now.”

“Mo mac,” Brian Fraser said, “one day ye will find a lady who will be yer anchor in life. Ye will tether yerself tae her for she will be yer safe harbor. She will stand by yer side through the good and the lean. Yer bairns will be sheltered in her body then brought forth in great pain which she will willingly suffer. Her heart and body will comfort ye when ye are sore with fatigue and worry. She will take ye tae her and ye will find peace. She will be yer home. When ye find her ye must treasure her, Jamie, for she is a rare jewel. Dinna abuse her ever.” 

Jamie grew quiet recalling the day the Fraser men discussed what would become the guiding principles in his life.

“I asked my Da if this was how it was between him and my Mam.”

“Da gazed out over the land he loved, the land my Mam loved. When he turned tae look at me, his eyes gleamed full of emotion, love, and joy for his land, his bairns, and his wife.” 

“Aye Jaime ‘tis. ‘Tis.”

His hand moved to cup her face. “Ye mo chridhe are the love of my heart and my soul. I tell ye this as I dinna want ye ever tae be scairt of me. I would never hurt ye, or…” he choked on the words, “force ye. I couldna bear it if ye were afraid of me,” he said with a hitch in his voice.`` 

Jamie turned in his seat allowing him to drop his forehead to Claire’s touching, breathing in their shared space.

“I never thought you would, Jamie.” Her hand reached to cup his cheek.

They shared the silence and stillness of their own thoughts as the jet whisked them homeward.

*****************

Traffic back into Edinburgh was light at that hour of the morning. The Uber silently pulled up to the curb in front of Jamie’s flat. Gallantly, Jamie opened the door for Claire offering her his hand for her to step out of the car. Fishing around in his pocket he found his keys. Handing them to Claire, he told her to go inside and get comfortable. He would be along with the luggage shortly. The driver opened the boot and placed the luggage on the pavement.

“Oi mate, what does yer wife have in the bag, eh? Rocks?”

“My wife, he thinks she’s my wife. Do we look like a couple already?” The thought pleased him that they did and a wide grin spread across his face. “One day she will be my wife. One day she will wear my ring.”

Jamie cleared his throat, “She likes to be prepared.”

“Fer what? An apocalypse? Christ man feels like she packed the entire flat in here!”

Jamie just shrugged giving the man a generous tip for his help.

“She is a bonny lass, though. Weel, luck tae ye man,” and sped off to his next call.

He managed to get all the baggage into the foyer and kicked the door closed. 

There she was walking around his sitting room picking things up and putting them down. Seeing her there made his heart speed up. She looked so natural there like she belonged there, with him.

Claire turned around after hearing the door slam shut. She flushed worried that he might think she was snooping about. Which she was.

“Jamie, I hope you don’t mind my looking around. You have a lovely home.”

“Thank ye. ‘Tis no much, but ‘tis comfortable.” 

His flat reflected him, masculine and functional. Although the room was devoid of a feminine touch it was tastefully decorated. The room was spacious with a large butter-soft gray leather settee, a bold geometric white and black patterned carpet over the hardwood floor, several comfortable armchairs, and a bookcase filled with assorted books dominated the room. An antique wooden trunk place in front of the sette served as a coffee table. On a far wall, a fireplace with a large flat-screen television above it made quite the statement. Most likely for Jamie to watch his beloved rugby games. Another wall displayed various photographs and portraits of his family as well as small paintings of what looked like pastoral scenes. Here and there there were small splashes of color to break up the greys, blacks, and whites of the room. A tartan gracefully draped over the settee.

“Yer welcome to look about, Sassenach. ‘Tis no much tae see. Just a bachelor’s home. I’ll be putting the luggage in the bedroom.” He looked at her to see if she reacted to his statement. Claire only nodded then asked if she could help.

“Nah, I’ll manage. Why don’t ye make us some tea? Are ye hungry? I could make us something to eat if ye like.”

“Hmm, I could stand to eat a bit. I’ll start on making the food while you take care of the bags.”

“Ye can cook!? I dinna think ye had the opportunity to learn.”

“Oh, I can. I just don’t cook much since it’s only just for me.”

Jamie took their bags into his bedroom. A king-size bed big enough to accommodate his large frame stood as the centerpiece of the room. The palette of the room was neutral colors soft beige, cream, and taupe. The room spoke of a man for whom the room became a respite from the stress of his professional life. The en-suite could only be described as luxurious. One wall is covered in multicolor gray stone tiles, the others were painted white, a black marble countertop with a clear glass bowl basin sink completed the esthetic. He looked at the tub and felt delighted that it would accommodate the two of them. Should he get some scented candles, he wondered? What about some bubbly stuff that smells good? Is that what lasses liked? He thought of asking his sister but damn the wee besom. She would be all into his business and he would have no peace. He would need to figure it out himself. Moving back to the bedroom, Jamie opened his chest of drawers. Would she want to leave some of her things here, he wondered? Ought he to make room for her? He worried that he was pushing things too fast.  Better safe than sorry he reasoned. He picked up a pile of old workout clothes from a drawer and stuffed them into the back of a closet. He should have gotten rid of those clothes a long time ago. Having Claire in his life will mean changes, good changes. One that he wanted to make permanent.

He lifted his head and smelled an enticing aroma. She can cook. In the kitchen, he found her busy at work. She listened to some jazzy music as she cooked and was shaking that glorious arse of hers in time to the beat. He didn’t know which he was more hungry for the food or her.

“Something smells good Sassenach. What are ye making?”

Claire turned to face him beaming with happiness and pride. She had a towel draped over one shoulder and her hand one hip. 

“Well, Fraser you didn’t have much in the way of food in the refrigerator so we’ll have to make do with this. It’s just a small snack, really. Just about two bites each.” The table was set and the food plated with the panache of a food stylist. There were crispy baguette slices toasted to perfection and fragrant with olive oil. She placed dollops of goat cheese on the bread and covered it with beautifully grilled peach slices. A chiffonade of sauteed basil garnishes the top. And to pull the flavors together a drizzle of honey making it sparkle. Mugs of earthy coffee sent tendrils of fragrant steam into the surrounding dining area whetting their appetite.

Jamie stood there with his mouth open in disbelief. 

“Sassenach, you did this? By yerself?” His mouth hung open in surprise. He only had expected tea and buttered toast, but this was an amazing treat. It looked good enough to have been plated for a fine restaurant.

Claire squinted her eyes at him, her foot tapping showing her annoyance at the implication.   

“I told you I can cook and quite well for that matter. I just don’t. Now, why don’t you sit down and put some food into that gaping hole of your mouth before you begin to catch flies with it.”

He quickly sat rather than catch the wrong end of her pique. “I dinna mean tae offend ye, Sassenach. I just dinna think ye had much time tae learn with all the traveling ye did with yer Uncle ‘tis all.” Jamie decided the safest thing to do would be to just eat and not say anything else that could get him into trouble.

Claire somewhat mollified by his explanation simply nodded. “Uncle Lamb made sure I became exposed to what he called ‘womanly arts’. So I learned to cook, keep house, manage budgets amongst other things women should know,” she said with a devilish grin on her face. “It has come in handy.”

“I must thank ye, mo leannan. ‘Twas delicious. And I would like tae repay ye by being in charge of dinner. Would ye mind going shopping with me to fill up my empty refrigerator?”

They meandered along the High Street keeping well away from places where friends could easily spot them. Neither wanted to be found by colleagues or acquaintances just yet. At least not until tomorrow. Holding hands, fingers linked together, they peered into store windows, carried on conversations about things of no great consequence. With the afternoon chill descending on them Jamie and Claire stopped for tea at his favorite tea room. The tearoom evoked the feeling of being in a grannie’s sitting room. It was a bit cluttered with an assortment of antique nick-nacks  on display, lace tablecloths covering the tables, and a small bouquet of flowers on the table. In truth, it was cozy and utterly charming. The tea warm and fragrant was served in delicate rose-patterned china cups and a variety of sweets and pastries graced the table. They found a table by the window where they could observe the passers-by. Heads bent in whispered conversation, soft giggles uttered, they sipped and nibbled as hands connected unable to bear lack of contact. 

The afternoon sky began to lower threatening a change in the weather. Jamie brought Claire’s hand to his lips leaving a tender kiss on her palm. “We need to leave Sassenach before we get caught in the snow.

Claire hummed in agreement. “Yes, you’re right. Let’s go buy something for dinner and go home.”

He was startled by her answer. Was she considering his place as her home already? He rather hoped that she would.

They went to the nearest market to stock up for a while.  Claire regaled Jamie about the different cuisines she tried while traveling with Lamb. 

“Did you know that guinea pig is considered a delicacy in parts of South America? I never tried it myself but Lamb did. He had to or risk offending the Headman of the village.”

He marveled at the things she told him. Her life experiences were so different from his own. 

“Ye mean the wee animals that live in cages and run on a wheel?” He grimaced at the thought.

“That’s a hamster. Guinea pigs shouldn’t use a wheel. Bad for the back, you know.”

He made what Claire referred to as a Scottish noise in the back of his throat. “I dinna ken ye knew sae much about the wee beasties.”

“As a child, I was like a sponge sucking up knowledge from my experiences with Lamb. It was an unorthodox lifestyle for a child but I wouldn’t have changed it for the world.”

He watched her as she stood amongst the display of produce, her index finger tapping her lower lip as she concentrated on what to choose. She examined everything for freshness, ripeness, color, texture before choosing. He was enchanted by her. She truly was a Sassenach, an Outlander. Claire did not belong to England nor Scotland nor America nor anywhere in particular. Having had such a unique upbringing, she was a woman belonging to the world. She belonged to nothing and yet to everything. It was this otherness about her that intrigued him, made him desperately want her to belong only to him. 

Making short work of gathering their staples and perishables, they made it back to Jamie’s flat before the storm broke. The wind whipped up around them blowing Claire’s hair into wild disarray. Laughing they stumbled through the door almost collapsing on each other. The door slammed shut from the force of the wind.

They placed their bundles on the kitchen island unpacking their delectables. Jamie gave Claire a sidelong look. Clearing his throat and keeping his eyes averted he said in a nonchalant voice, “Sassenach I, er, um, I made some room for ye this morning in the bathroom for yer personal things. I, ah, also made room for ye in the chest of drawers and in the closet should ye wish tae put your things in there. Maybe ye might want tae leave some of yer things here. But only if ye wish tae.” The tips of his ears turned pink, he worried that this might be too fast, too soon to suggest such a thing.

Claire looked up at him her bottom lip quivering.  “You did that for me? I…” She placed both her hands on his cheeks bringing him closer to her. She leaned in kissing him soundly on the lips. Turning away quickly from him before the tears could escape the dam, she ran toward the bedroom to see what he had done for her. 

Jamie smiled contentedly as he watched her scurry away. While she was occupied with unpacking her things, Jamie made a phone call he hoped would also please her. He continued to put away their purchases and set the table for their dinner. Hopefully, Aldo would not disappoint.

Claire busied herself with putting away some of her things. Jamie making room for her spoke volumes to her. He was trying to make her comfortable in his home. He wanted her there. As she placed her hairbrush, shampoo, and other toiletries in the en-suite she developed a warm feeling of belonging that she had never before experienced, not even in her own home with Frank. She wondered if this is what home felt like.

Having completed arranging her things, Claire came out to find the dining area glowing with the soft light from dinner candles, the table set, and dinner served. Jamie escorted her to the table, giving her a slight bow, “My lady,” seating her then taking his place opposite her.

“How did you, when did you…”

“I did promise you dinner. I dinna say I would make it myself,” as he waved his injured hand about. “I have a friend Aldo who owns an Italian restaurant close by. He sometimes sends dinner if I have a long day.” 

“This is excellent, Jamie. How do you know Aldo?”

“He is a footie mate and a damn good goalie too.”

After finishing dinner and wine, Claire offered to clean up. “You went through all this trouble it’s the least I can do,” she smirked. 

“Nay, Sassenach. ‘‘Twas my treat. Why dinna you get comfortable? It’s been a long couple of days.”

Standing she stretched until she heard little popping sounds between her vertebrae, “Perhaps you’re right. I think a shower is in order. Will you be coming soon?”

“Aye, I will. Just as soon as I put the dishes in the dishwasher and the leftovers away.”

Claire undressed taking her robe with her into the bathroom. She decided to ask Jaime for his tee-shirt again to wear to sleep. Having something of his next to her skin was a balm to her soul. She shampooed her hair then washed with her favorite body wash. Looking in the mirror she thought her hair resembled a wet poodle. With a towel wrapped around her head, she walked into the bedroom to find Jamie shirtless and shoeless only his jeans remained.

He smiled broadly at her, “A quick shower, then tae bed.” The heat of the water felt comforting. But he had no time to linger as his thoughts gravitated toward his lass. He wanted to, well he knew what he wanted to do, but would she? They were both jet-lagged, but just maybe.” He dried off and wrapped a low hanging towel about his hips. Opening the bathroom door, he stood there watching her as she tried to brush out several recalcitrant knots out of her curly hair. He could hear her mutterings and swearing. “Bloody-minded hair.” A particular mutinous snag gave rise to a blasphemous “Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!”

“Here Sassenach, let me,” Jamie coaxed the brush from her hand. “When I was a young lad, I would brush my Mam’s hair for her when she felt troubled. She said it helped her tae relax.”

He sectioned her hair gently then began brushing it, working the tangles out. He worked slowly, carefully working each snarl out all while whispering softly in Gaidhlig. 

There was something supremely peaceful in Jamie’s touch. Claire slipped into an almost hypnotic state. She relaxed under his skilled hand and the susurrous of the brush skimming through her hair. Her eyes closed enjoying his surgeon-like expertise. Methodical, proficient, and meticulous. Just like he approached everything. No wonder his mother liked him to brush her hair.

He was totally focused on the task at hand making the unruly mass of curls into soft waves and tender ringlets. One would have thought that her hair would feel coarse and rough. But no, her hair was soft and lush. He brought a lock of her hair to his nose. It smelled of herbs and flowers soft and fragrant. It smelled of her. Jamie paid great attention to the colors of her tresses. Predominantly it was brunette with wisps of caramel, cinnamon, and auburn scattered throughout. Jamie let the strands slip over his fingers like silken threads to once again cascade over her shoulders. “Mo nighean donn,” he whispered. 

Claire turned her head to him. “You have called me that before but I never asked what it means.”

He smiled, “It means my brown-haired lass.”

“I have always thought brown to be a rather dull color.”

Jamie placed an errant curl behind her ear, “No, no’ dull at all. It’s like the water in a burn, where it ruffles over the stones. Dark in the wavy spots with bits of silver and auburn where the sun catches it.”

He put the brush down on the bedside table, turned to face her. He lifted her chin up and gazed into her eyes. Her eyes were pools of liquid honey warm and sweet.

Claire fell into the depth of his eyes, so impossibly blue that it seemed that part of the sky fell into them.

“Jamie…”

“Dance with me, Claire.”

She looked at him in surprise and question. 

“You mean here, now, like this?” Her eyes took in their mutual state of undress. 

“Besides, there is no music and truthfully I can’t dance.

“‘Tis nay bother. Music ye shall have. I’ll tell ye a secret, I canna dance too. I’m tae big and clumsy. Dinna be afraid ‘tis no’ but a bit of swaying. I think we can manage that without damaging each other.” Jamie extended his hand for her to take with a smile so brilliant it rivaled the summer sun.

She knew she should have resisted and said no.  But Claire found herself powerless, mesmerized by him. She reached out her hands clasping theirs together. He pulled her toward him. Their bodies touching. 

“First, ye need to take this off.” He began tugging at the ties of her robe. “I need tae feel ye next tae me.” 

Her hands entwined with his as they worked to release the tie allowing the satiny fabric to slip off her body. Standing there naked she felt just a bit foolish. 

“Now your turn.”

Giving the towel a quick tug, it fell away landing on the floor. He kicked the towel and robe out of the way, widening their area to move.

They were bare to each other. His arousal full and complete.

Once again he drew her into him, his large hands settling on her hips, while Claire’s hands rested around his neck.

“Alexa,” Jamie called out, “Play With You I’m Born Again on repeat.”

The room filled with sultry vocals and seductive notes from the piano.

Jamie pulled her deeper into his embrace feeling the fullness of her breasts against him, her nipples hardening from contact with his chest. His rigid cock pressed firmly upon her belly.

Their bodies moved in sync to the music swaying together like flowers in the wind. His sound hand floated over her back holding her close, reducing whatever little space still separated them.

Tucking her head neatly under his chin, Claire’s eyes drifted shut, sighing in contentment. He was warm and had a masculine smell rather spicy she thought. Pepper, ginger, lemon, and coriander. Overlaying that was his own unique scent which could not be masked. She nuzzled into his chest breathing him in making small wuffling sounds. 

“Are ye smelling me, Sassenach?”

She looked up at him with a dreamy look on her face, “Why yes. Yes, I am,” and returned to resting her head against him.

Jamie gave a soft chuckle and placed his head atop hers.

He crooned softly into her hair,

Come bring me yer softness

Comfort me through all this madness 

Woman, don’t ye know with ye I’m born again?

Looking up into the face of her love, Claire sang softly back,

Come give me your sweetness 

Now there’s you, there is no weakness

Lying safe within your arms, I’m born again. 

They joined together in a duet singing softly of their love for each other,

I was half not whole, in step with none

Reaching through the world, in need of one.

Come show me your kindness 

In your arms I know I’ll find this.

Lying safe within your arms, I’m born again.

Jamie bent down kissing Claire tenderly on her lips,

Woman don’t ye know with ye I’m born again

A single tear ran down her face,

Lying safe within your arms I’m born again.

Jamie bade Alexa stop the music. They came to a standstill, eyes locked on each other.

“I am naught but a poor simple man. I dinna have the words of a poet. Nor can I write ye a love song. This I tell ye true mo ghràdh, I love ye. I love ye more than I have ever loved nay will ever love someone. Ye have captured my heart.” He began to tremble in her arms and stumbled over his words. “I dinna ken what a soul is other than what the priests told us in kirk. But, I kent mine was only half until I found you. When I met ye, I felt mine call out to yers for I kent we share but one soul and one heart my Sassenach. Neither of us is complete without the other.”

Claire looked up into his face seeing the truth of his words.

“I feel the same way, Jamie. I do love you so.”

A tidal wave of lust coursed through him. His pupils were blown wide open turning the placid blue eyes dark and dangerous. He dropped his face toward hers, their lips just a whisper away. Jamie kissed her with a fierceness, no perhaps it was with desperation trying to convey his feelings with actions instead of his paltry words. 

Claire felt the heat rising up in her belly spreading through her like the warmth from a dram of good whisky. She parted her lips in invitation. His tongue ran over her lips then invading her mouth tasting its deep recesses as they joined in mutual caresses. 

Jamie broke the kiss. His breathing became heavy with want. “I need ye lass. I canna say it plainer than that.”

Claire’s eyes of toffee gazed up at him begging him to touch her everywhere. “Then take me, now.”

“I dinna ken if I can be gentle.”

“Then don’t.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck.

“Come lass let me love ye. ‘Tis been too long since I last held ye in my arms.”  He lifted her up and carried her to the bed, gently placing her down. Her hair spread over the pillow like a great nimbus cloud of light and dark. She opened herself to him with her arms raised up in supplication. She never looked lovelier than she did when flushed with desire.  “Ye are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” 

“As you say so.”

“Do ye doubt me?”

“No, what I mean is I am beautiful because you say it is so.”

“Aye, ‘tis so.”

He came to her like a starving man hungrily seizing her mouth. It would be her body and soul that would sustain him, nourish him, make him whole again. He had feared he had lost her in Boston because of his own negligence. And yet she forgave him, still wanted him. He needed to claim her as his.

“Mine,” he growled into her mouth. “Mine now and forever.”

“Yours, only you,” she sighed. 

His kisses were hard, brutal leaving her lips swollen from the attention. She kissed him back with equal fervor pulling at his bottom lip biting down on it. Her own need to join with him raged through her like wildfire. She had almost lost him through her foolish fears, her foolish secrets.

Jamie began to rain kisses down the column of her neck. Kissing, nipping at the tender skin marking her as his. 

“Jamie!” she cried as she raked her nails down his back raising red welts over the old scar tissue. He felt the sting of the scratches but couldn’t have cared less.

He moved down her body placing fevered kisses as he moved. Reaching her breasts, he took a delicate nipple in his mouth tongue circling it raising it to a hardened nub. He suckled it while kneading the other. Turning his attention to its fellow, it received the same treatment. 

 Claire arched her back and held his head in place to her breast. “Harder,” she ordered. With a ferocity, he did not know he possessed he sucked harder and bit down on her nipple. She cried out in pleasure and pain.

“Christ, I hurt ye. I’m sorry, Claire,” he worried.

“No, you didn’t hurt me. Don’t stop, please.”

“Yer sure, Claire?”

Yes, I’m sure, damn it. Please, Jamie. Don’t stop.”

He gently kissed each breast in apology before taking his leave. Journeying down her he nipped at the delicate skin placing soothing kisses at each bruise. Reaching her hip he placed tender kisses to each one. 

“Jamie…please.”

“Please what, Claire?”

She huffed in frustration, “I need you, now.”

“Ye have me lass, I’m right here am I no’? Adoring ye, loving ye,” as he placed kiss after kiss along her stately legs. When he reached her feet, he massaged each foot working the tension out.

“Do ye like this a nighean?”

“Yes,” she purred deep and throaty as she arched her back in contented pleasure.

Jamie chuckled with delight, “I see. And what would ye do if I did this?”

He slid off of the bed pulling her by her ankles until her arse rested at the edge. Hitching her legs over his shoulders, he placed his face firmly between her thighs. 

“Christ, mo leannan, yer so wet. 

Claire moaned her head tossing from side to side writhing in anticipation. 

Delicately he ran his tongue over her apex tasting her, “Yer so sweet.” He found her nub the source of all her pleasure lightly flicking his tongue over it. 

Claire moaned and whimpered, thrusting her hips toward him.

“More, mo chridhe?” 

“Yes, yes Jamie. I want more,” she gasped out as she ground herself against his face.

Greedily his mouth took possession of her bud, sucking, licking in long broad stripes and gentle circles driving her to the edge of madness. Carefully he began to drag his teeth over the sensitive tissue and began to hum. Relentlessly his tongue dipped and swirled tasting her heat and her honey.

The sensations electrified her senses. Her body jerking, thrashing clutching at the linens. 

“Ah, Jamie, please, please,” she gasped. Her hand grabbed at his head, fingers tangled in his curls holding him captive to her need.

He knew she was nearing her climax. Slipping one finger into her sweet heat sliding in and 

“Tell me, Claire, how ye feel,” he growled wickedly. 

Her eyes were sealed shut and she mumbled unintelligible words as she continued to writhe on the bed. 

“Open yer eyes lass look at me. Watch as I make ye come. Know who yer master is.” 

His eyes were trained on her, intently watching. Adding a second finger he curved them both finding the sensitive area inside her. His tongue resumed its onslaught as he pushed her over the precipice.

Claire’s eyes opened wide, seeing but not seeing and screamed, “JAIME!” Her world narrowed until she became pure sensation, pure pleasure.

“Aye, ‘tis right lass. Scream my name so all will ken who ye belong tae. LOUDER,” he commanded.

She keened, back arched, head falling back against the bed, “Jamie, only you Jamie.” And convulsed into her orgasm.

He picked her up cradling her against his broad chest bringing back to the bed resting her head upon the pillows. He murmured soft words in Gàidhlig into the glory of her hair. “Rest a neighan. For I will need tae take ye soon. I am filled with savage lust that I canna control. I need tae feel ye around me for I mean to use ye hard. Forgive me, my Sassenach.”  He spooned into her back and pressed his nose into the crook of her neck. His manhood hardened with wanting resting on her thigh. 

 Claire smiled turning to face him as she cupped his face between her hands. Her voice hoarse and no more than a whisper, “I want to feel you too. I need to claim you as my own and hear you call my name in desire. And at the end, I want to hear you cry out as you find your pleasure knowing that it was I who took you there. She kissed him at his pulse point on the neck, then boldly bit and sucked the skin leaving a mark. “You are mine Jamie Fraser, now and forever. I have marked you for all to see.” Her eyes burned bright with an untamed yearning for this man. She dragged her lips across his face and down his neck leaving searing kisses along the path. Coming to his well-defined chest she bit hard again leaving the stamp of her lust on him. 

“Do you want me to stop?”

“God no.”

Her tongue swept over his areola and his delicate pink nipple causing it to harden at her bidding. Again she sank her teeth into his flesh causing him to gasp from her assault on him.

“Am I too rough on you,” she whispered sensually in his ear while she rubbed her breasts across his chest making her buds become firm ready for him to suck. 

“Yer a she-devil come to torture me,” he moaned raising his hand trying to grasp at her breasts. 

Claire threw her head back laughing. “Aye, I am. A succubus surely and I will lead us to the fiery pits of hell where we will be consumed by our lust for each other.”

She continued to scatter kisses and bites as she moved down his magnificent body. She sucked the skin over his hip, then dragged her nails through his fiery thatch the last barrier before his cock. 

Jamie jolted at the sensation. “Sassenach, please. I canna bear it nay longer.”

“Please, wot?” Claire asked innocently. 

“Claire, ye ken what I want and need. Please, Claire.” 

“Are you talking about this? She leaned over and took him in her mouth. She unfurled her tongue over his length. She took in his whole length working her tongue over the silkiness of his cock. Using her brazen wee hand she slid it up and down his length twisting and turning all while she worked the head with her mouth and tongue diving him to near completion. 

“Lass, I’ll no last if ye keeping doing that.”

Claire ceasing her assault on his flesh giving him a sultry smile, “We can’t have that now can we.”

She sat back on her heels taking in the landscape of his body. He was beautifully formed with slanted eyes, long straight nose, high broad cheekbones, and full, sensuous lips.  The terrain of his body was formed by mountains of hard muscle and bone lying above the flat plains of his abdominal muscles. The man was a work of art, one of God’s finest creations.

Claire was broken out of her reverie as she became cognizant that Jamie was speaking to her. Actually, he was threatening her. 

“By all that is holy, Sassenach, ye shall pay for this, severely.” 

She laughed, “I believe that I have already, my lad. You had your way with me now it’s my turn.”

She lifted her leg to straddle him, brushing her wet sex over his engorged erection. “Or perhaps this is more to your liking, hmm? Which mouth do you want my lad?”

Shuddering from the sensation, he tried to will himself into control. 

“Claire…” He warned.

She leaned over, drawing herself at length atop him grinding her hips against his. “Yes, Jamie?” She asked innocently.

“Ye are a verra verra wicked woman. And ye deserve tae be punished.”

Slowly his hand found its way down her back grabbing her magnificent arse fondling it pressing her close to him. 

“Oh, and just how do you plan to do that?”

His hands clutched her hips moving them in lewd movements creating friction between them. 

Raising up his hand Jamie gave Claire a slight slap on her buttock causing more of a sting than pain. 

She wiggled her luscious bum in delight and giggled. “Is that my punishment, Fraser? I rather liked it,” she smirked.

“Then perhaps ye will like this.” Jamie seized Claire’s hands holding them above her head and flipped them over. Quirking his eyebrow, he pressed his arousal against her. “Ye like this Sassenach?”  

She opened her legs wider then flexed her hips hard against him. 

“Do. It. Now,” she demanded. Her voice rough and harsh. 

Jamie lined himself up at her wet entrance and slowly pushed in perhaps no more than a quarter-inch and quickly withdrew. Claire gasped at the sudden loss of him. 

“Exactly what game are you playing at Fraser?” She huffed in frustration. Wiggling under him Claire tried to re-establish physical contact, needing the feel of him. But he kept his distance from her. 

“Ye kent I told ye that ye needed tae be punished, did I no’? The best way is tae deprive ye of what ye want. But if ye yield tae me, ye can have it. What say ye?” He replied smugly. He inched closer, letting her feel him again at her entrance. 

“You’re on some fucking power trip, Jamie,” she huffed. Her efforts to join with him were fruitless as he kept her pinned to the mattress with his body. 

“Aye, I am. Ye remember I told ye I would make ye scream, did I no’? And I did. Now ye tortured me to near insanity and wouldna come to me. That was no’ nice of ye, Claire. So now Dr. Beauchamp ye get a wee taste of yer own medicine. Ye dinna like it do ye?”

“No.”

“Resign yerself tae me then, beg me, and ye shall have what ye want.” Thrusting his hips forward he was mere centimeters from home. He placed soft kisses on the corners of her lips, lightly running his tongue along the seam of her mouth.

Claire struggled a few times more, just for form’s sake. 

She used her whisky orbs to do her pleading. “Jamie, please, I...I...need you. I want you now. I need to feel you inside of me.”

“That’s a good lass. But, remember, mo ghràdh I never said I dinna like yer teasing, ye ken.” And he drove home sheathing himself to the hilt in one swift thrust.

“YOU son of a…AHHH!”

His hips moved within her drawing comfort from her softness getting lost in her silken folds.

She felt herself stretch as he filled her and reveled in the power of him. 

He put her hands on his chest, “Feel my heartbeat, Claire, it only beats for ye.”

His mouth sealed over hers, taking possession of her breath, her sighs, swallowing them making them part of his being.

Absorbed in the feel of him, Claire wrapped her legs around him pulling him deeper, deeper than either one thought was possible.

A burning tension built linking their hearts, souls, and bodies together. “Jamie,” she mumbled. “My lad, my sweet, sweet lad. How I need you. Oh god, Jamie.” Her body began to tremble and shake. “I…”

Jamie whispered softly in her ear, “Let it go, Claire surrender yourself tae me. Give me all of yourself as I give you everything I am. I can hold nothing back from ye lass.”

“Jaime. Oh god, Jamie.” Claire wrapped her arms around him succumbing to her all-consuming climax.

Jamie continued his relentless rhythm now that he had served her and began to seek his own pleasure. 

Two, then three, then four thrusts, his hips moved wildly his cadence began to falter.

“Claire, sweet Jesus, Claire.” Shuddering, he bit down on her shoulder as his seed filled her.

Jamie collapsed on her then fell to the side avoiding crushing her. Pulling her to him he tucked her under his chin.  Claire felt the thrum of his voice in his chest speaking Gàidhlig words of love to her. She did not understand the words but knew their meaning.  Her arms surrounded his waist still not yet ready to release their connection. 

“I love you, Jamie,” she whispered as she succumbed to the world of dreams.

“Tha gaol agam ort, mo ghràdh.”

Lying safe within our arms, we are born again.

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Capote de brega  — a cape used by a matador during a bull fight.

A fear an urram - A man of honor.

Duine urramach - An honorable man

With You, I Am Born Again - sung by Billy Preston and Syreeta Wright

Songwriters - Carol Connors/David Shire/David L. Shire

Released - December 1979

Motown Records

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqTq8gckf8E