#you can survive bugga

[wienervulture]

I got so thrilled when I did something basic like the backstitch and then the chain stitch logged on

should i use this blog as a way to document my progress in needlework

[iambilliejeanok]

i love(!) your “sleeping with uchihas” headcanons! Is it possible for you to do one with hashirama, tobirama and jiraiya?

Warnings: 18+, nsfw/sfw headcanons,somno

Omg I’m so sleepy myself.

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Jiraiya

This gentle giant is reserved for those of us who love to cuddle up throughout the night. His muscles are soft and supple and his beefy arms feel like pillows wrapped around you all nice and snug.

He’s actually a deep sleeper, and has a hard time waking up in the mornings. Soft kisses and running your fingers through his thick mane isn’t enough to wake him up even in the slightest. That’s like poking a tortoises shell and hoping it will jump up. Be fucking fr. You’ve gotta straddle his waist and bounce on him, pick up his arms and carelessly drop them back down to the bed and maybe even push him over a little, that’s if you’re strong enough. He weighs over 200lbs(because I said so) so good luck with that hun.

Our handsome bugga boo over here is EXTREMELY cuddly, practically using your body like a weighted stuffed animal. He believes in falling asleep together and love to snuggle throughout the night. For someone as big as he is though he’s naturally able to regulate his temperature, he once explained it to you before…something about a special chakra control technique provided to him by the toads to help themselves survive in extreme temperatures.

Please lay ontop of him🥺 nothing he loves more than feeling your weight and smelling your scent all over him, his hands rubbing as much of your body as he can, your warm skin against his palms oh so soothing to him.

Look okay. When it’s time to sleep, Jiraiya is going to sleep. He’s not going to attempt to touch you in a sexual way while you’re asleep because guess what, he’s asleep too. Maybe you could be the little pervert this time around.

Jiraiya does love a steaming hot session in the morning however. Because he sleeps so hard he always wakes up feeling very refreshed, and with you clinging to his body like velcro, he’s tempted to start touching, grabbing and fondling his sleeping beauty.

He frequently starts off your mornings with the most intense head you’ve ever experienced in your life. You wonder if the devil himself taught him how to torture you like this, his warm tongue so soft yet strong against your clit as he swirls and sucks on it, bringing you to a ball of tears in just a few minutes.

Fight him, pull on his hair, grip the sheets, cry, please cry, scream at him, beg him. He doesn’t care, he knows you really do love this, and he’s determined to reduce you to jelly as soon as he’s finished with you. You might still whimper a few minutes after he’s cleaned you up, post orgasm wracking your entire body that’s just so sensitive, any kind of touch, vibration or disturbance makes you whine.

But it’s okay to start your mornings off like this you see, Jiraiya loves to baby you any chance he gets, and will gladly help you get ready for work, washing your whole body for you, softly whining in his ear, your hand death gripping his well defined forearm as he gently washes your intimate area, still extremely sensitive from your morning alarm.

If you’re feeling sleepy after your shower he will literally carry you around the house, letting you sleep in his arms, your head laying in his shoulder while he supports you with one arm. He might lay on the couch and have a quick morning nap with you so snuggly against him before he wakes you up for work.

10/10 for the clingy and cuddly babies.

Hashirama

Just like he’s the god of shinobi, he’s also the god of sleeping in the bed with don’t you know? Keep up.

He’s understanding and patient nature make it possible for him to sleep well with anyone really. It doesn’t matter if you’re the cuddly cutie or the solo baby, he’s more than okay with whatever works best for you.

He loves it when you hold his hand though, that’s something he truly enjoys while sleeping, and not tangle your legs with his too?

And just like our giant teddy bear Jiraiya, he’s body is also soft and huggable, and he feels so good wrapped around you. He always smell like heaven, this deep rooty smell, maybe it’s because of his hair products, but the scent makes you wanna lick him to make sure he’s not actually walking food. Because he smells so yummy.

He also won’t attempt to try anything in the middle of the night, just because he doesn’t actually know much about that stuff. People have sex with their sleeping partners? He’s never heard of that before. He’s not interested. It’s weird to him. Not something he feels comfortable exploring.

He does love a good session or two…or three or four before bed, and he’s so manipulative while he’s fucking you through tears and petty little whines. Sometimes while you’re shaking uncontrollably and having a hard time underneath him he laughs at you, “My sweet baby, you’re going to have a peaceful sleep tonight huh?”, he teases, easily picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up, retuning you to bed, holding you tight until you’ve recovered. He loves that you want to be extremely close to him afterwards, it makes him feel needed.

I guess that’s why you’re experiencing better sleep. 9/10.

Tobirama

Such a damn baby. He cannot and will not sleep if you don’t spoon him. He needs you to rub his chest or play with his ear, and will lift up your thigh and wrap it around his hip incase you forgot wtf is going on right now. As soon as the lights go off and you wrapped your arms around him he becomes all sorts of needy and dependent, he’s reserved for those of us who love to nurture and care for our partners.

Can you be surprised though? His co dependent nature around you should’ve told you all you needed to know. But what can you say, you love putting your man baby to sleep every night, holding him tight and falling asleep beside him is actually enjoyable, but, some nights Tobirama will be the big spoon, and as expected, he’s really good at it. He will push his knee between your thighs and wrap an arm around you, might even lean into you a little to smell more of you before sleep takes over.

He sleeps like a rock, and you wonder if he’s even alive some nights since he’s so quiet and still.

He leans towards the sick and twisted side when it comes to making love to you, so yes, if he wakes up in the middle of the night and can’t sleep, he will turn toward you with that sinister look in his eyes. Tobirama is sneaky though, and sometimes you’ll only find out that he played around with you once you wake up in the morning and you’re butt naked😃. He really loves to slip in between your thighs and eat you out a little, carefully stretching you out with his tongue, and you never fail to surprise him with the needy noises you make during your sleep. Are dreaming about him perhaps? Once you’re all wet and warm from his work, he’ll try and slip it in. It takes a minute for him to even get the tip in, and you’ll surely wake up at some point, but he quickly hushes you back to sleep, and softly fondling your breasts, he’ll find sleep again.

He’s head is always up the clouds when he’s sheathed inside of you like this. But your pussy always hurts the fist couple hours of the day.

8/10 he’s for the determined ones.

[oh-puffle-cakes19]

The Prince - Part 3

Paring - Prince Tom Holland x maiden reader

Summary - Prince Tom Holland has a secret relationship with a maiden, or so he thought…

Warnings - slight swearing, very slight mention of death by sickness, but no one dies and sweet ending.

A/N - Editing in process, for this series but I’ve nearly finished!

Word count - 1.7+

The birds chirp through the forest out in the early morning, ready to eat.

While, two warm bodies curl up together under the sheets. You was lying on Tom’s warm, bare chest, eyes fluttering a bit open but soon closed again.

Tom looked down on your sleeping form, smiling at you, your so beautiful to him. He wrapped his arms around you tighter. Nourishing this special time with you, knowing he’s a Prince and your a maid, he hates that thought. Hoping that one day he can marry you. He soon falls back asleep, snuggling into each other further.

Harry races down the halls to get to Tom’s room as quick as possible before his brother Sam.

They had made this bet of who, could wake Tom up first.

Normally, they would go around annoying all the maids and servants but this particular day they decided to barge in Tom’s room.

Harry barged In.. GASPING going “I Fucking knew it,” half shouting.

Tom stirred fluttering his eyes open. Confused for all the noises.

Sam barges in after Harry shouting “Oh MY,” putting his hands over his mouth.

Tom fully taking notice of what was going on now that he was very much awake.

He stayed calm “shh, shh,” making a shh sign toward them. They look confused.

“Y/N was really cold and weak, I know to you and our parents she just a maid but she isn’t just to me.” Tom explains further “To me, she is an angel who should be treated like royalty.” Tom kisses her forehead. Worried that everyone and everything will turn for the worse.

“Why, didn’t you tell us that? Instead of keeping it a secret, I guess we could of helped you.” Sam questioned, scratching his morning, bed head.

“Yeah, we would of helped,” Harry agreed, yawning. “We do think Y/N is more special than a maid, she’s so kind and gentle with us more than the other staff.” They nodded.

Tom gratefully thank them that they can understand where he’s coming from, plus they think she’s more too.

“We actually think Y/N as a friend.” Sam says, cheerful. Harry nods agreeing again.

“Unfortunately, I think she caught a cold. I don’t think she would of survived staying downstairs in the cold damp walls.” Tom signs, looking at her and stroking her gorgeous locks. “I’m glad I took her to my room when I did, or else god knows how she would of lived.. I… I.. I love her..” Tom tears up thinking of loosing the love of his life so easily.

The boys felt sorry for their brother, agreeing that they do support their relationship considering the social status, it doesn’t matter at all. As long as they are happy and healthy together. After all they are blessed, by a brother like Tom. He is kind, gentle and charming although I cheeky bugga when he wants to be. They love and care for him all the same and more.

“We should go, mum and dad are going to wonder where we are because it’s time for breakfast.” Harry speaks, having wide eyes remembering the time and where they should be.

“You should, wake her and consider telling mum and dad, unfortunately it’s going to be hard but you want to be together forever right?” Harry and Sam gives him a sympathetic look with hope he can have a happy, love life with his beloved.

“Yes, I suppose your right boys, thank you for supporting and understanding. To answer truthful yes, I do want to marry her and for our parents to approve.” Tom answers, bashfully. “I know it might be hard but surely they need to understand no matter our social status.” He continues

“Anyway, you two should go downstairs before they start even be more suspicious, plus paddy will come find you guys.” Tom laughs at the end mentioning paddy the way he waddles towards Sam and Harry, even himself when he’s not busy.

Harry and Sam say Their goodbyes to run to breakfast.

“My darling, you are my treasure I’m always here to protect you, I promise sweetheart,” Tom whispers, kissing your small, cute ears.

You stir a bit, clinging onto Tom’s arm a bit more. Smiling at the warmness of his body heat that consumes you. You flutter your eyes open, turning to meet his gaze. You stretch out like a cat and yawn.

“Good morning, my love,” Tom whispers to you in your ear, smiling at how adorable you are.

You hum happily replying “good morning, Tommy,”

“how are you feeling, darling,” Tom concerns.

“I’m ok, don’t worry,” you explain, pouting.

“That’s good, I was just a bit worried, Good job that I found you bringing you to my bed because you looked like you was going to… pass out.” Tom stopped himself saying die because he just wanted to think happy thoughts now. He didn’t want to make you sad.

Tom cuddled up to you more, “I love you, darling, you know that.” He hummed, Gently smoothing his hands over yours. They were so small compared to his. So precious, thinking that he needs to put a expensive, fancy ring only fit for the finest of ladies. 

He would do anything for you.

“I love you too Tommy, and yes I know love.” You both smile at each other, grateful to have one another, in this unkind world. Tom, gently kisses you on your soft, tender lips full of passionate and pure love to you.

“Darling, I need you to go get dressed and washed, then come down for breakfast, I also really need to tell my parents about our relationship or else it will fall in misery In the long run.” Tom looks at you hopeful that you will understand.

“I don’t know if that’s going to work Tom, we are so different, your a prince and I’m a maid, they are never going to accept me!” You tell him panicking about his parents thoughts.

“Well I see where your coming from, however please do you not be scared because I love you and you love me. We have a leg to stand on because my brothers support us in every way too.” Tom pleading with his eyes for you to agree with his decision. He wants the best and nothing but the best for you.

You look down sighing, “I must admit, it is sometimes scary but if you say that your brothers support us and we got each other then no one can push us apart.” You tell finally agreeing.

“I have to stop doubting and be positive with you.” You laugh, bopping his cute nose. Tom laughs with you pulling you into a warm, much pleasurable, needed hug.

“Thank you for understanding my side love, I will do all the best for you.” Tom smiles at you. “I know you will Tommy, you always do, that is why I love you.” You kiss his lips.

“Love you too darling.” Tom says between Kissing you back, feels so good to him, can’t get enough.

“Actually, let’s go to breakfast together,” Tom proposes to you. “Yes,” you agree.

After Getting dressed and ready. Tom and You walk hand in hand down the hallway to breakfast. Every maiden and servant shocked at them holding hands, but happy that they are fearless of telling the truth.

Tom and You come to a stop at the grand, brown doors leading to the dinning table.

“Are you nervous,” you spoke looking down.

“Yes, I’m kind of but,” Tom pause to squeeze your hands, bringing them up to his lips, turning towards you looking into your eyes. “I do not care what they say, I love you Y/N, no matter what,” kissing your hands.

Tom smiles back at your gorgeous smile.

“I love you too, Tom, no matter what,” wrapping your arms around him and kissing him on the lips. He’s taken by surprised but melted into the kiss because it felt heavenly, kissing back against your own soft, sweet lips. He takes your hand and leads to open the door.

Tom opens the doors, seeing his family having breakfast. Harry mouthed “covered, for you,” Tom gives a light nod saying thank you. Nikki and Dom looks up from their plates seeing a small figure standing behind Tom, almost hiding.

They feel confused and shocked at their son is holding hands with the girl, who seems to be a maid. Sam and Harry smirk, knowing that they knew about their brothers relationship, earlier. Paddy has a huge smile on his face, knowing that You are so kind and gentle towards him.

The king, Dom clears his throat, “Dear boy, what have you done this time.”

Tom looks up meeting his Stern look. “I’ve kept a Secret,” Tom reply’s feeling shame.

“Tells us something that we do not know,” Nikki, speaks to her son gently.

“What do you mean,” Tom asks, confused. Still holding your hand, gently smoothing it to calm you down. His brothers smile at you, feeling that your kind of uncomfortable.

“My dear boy, we already knew that your going to find someone, who might be not our class.” Dom, tells sighing. Dom continues to say, “Unfortunately, we have to accept because we love you and I think it’s time for a change in our family and in royalty,”

“we was in shock because you actually stood up to be a gentleman and told us yourself,” Nikki tells looking up at the both of you smiling. Tom and you are baffled at how accepting the King and Queen are of your relationship. 

“Now, sweetheart why don’t you join us in breakfast and your sweetheart too,” Nikki welcomes you in opening arms hugging you,

“My dear child, we know that our son, here loves you which mean we will accept you into the family and love you like one of our own.” Nikki tells, smiling.

“Thank you, Your Grace.” You say, curtsying to her.

“Your welcome but none of that, you are family now, which means no more being a maid and marrying Tom, yes” Nikki tells everyone.

“Yes, I agree, Tom and the dear Y/N should get married at once,” Dom tells, excited about the new relationship.

The brothers give Tom a massive hug, excited about the wedding. You and Tom look at each other blushing at how Tom’s family reacted so nicely and agreeing to even marriage.

You have breakfast with your new family, smiling at all the jokes that appear at the table from The 4 chaotic boys. Proud that one of them is your soon to be husband.

[bee-kathony]

McTavish & Beauchamp  Chapter 3: On the Road

Claire leaves Leoch to collect rent with the men, she feels her chances of returning to Craig Na Dun slipping away.... is that a bad thing?

Chapter 1: Firsts Chapter 2: Decisions Chapter 3: On the Road

CHAPTER 3 | ON THE ROAD

The next few days I was busy attending to people with injuries or illnesses that didn’t live near a healer. I also accompanied the men while they hunted and chased a wild boar in the woods. One man was not so lucky and the boar ended up killing him, the only thing I was able to do for the poor man was offer him comfort in his last few moments.

I was in the surgery now and that’s what Dougal was thanking me for.

“I wanted to thank you, personally for uh what you did for poor Geordie up there on the hunt.” Dougal said, holding a small glass bottle in his hands across the room.

“In truth I did nothing,” I said honestly, “I wish I could have helped him.”

“Ye did. You took him to a peaceful place. And that’s all any of us can ask when we pass. So… thank you.” He said quite genuinely and I was surprised by the tenderness that Dougal was exhibiting towards me.

“You’re welcome.” I replied and waited for him to say something else, when he didn’t I said, “Well if there’s nothing else, you’ll have to excuse me I have a lot to do here in my dungeon.” I said rather sarcastically.

“Well, that’s why I’m here lass.” Dougal said, turning now to face me. “To set ye free from this dank room.

I shook my head, confused. “What do you mean?”

“You’re comin’ on the road.” He said.

“On the road?” What the hell?

“I’m leavin’ tomorrow and I’m takin’ you wi’ me.” Dougal said.

“Taking me where?” I crossed my arms in front of me.

He looked down at his feet, “Travelin’ through Mackenzie lands, collecting rents. Colum doesn’t travel so… visiting the tenants and tax men that can’t come to the gathering, that falls to me. And… attending to a wee bit of business here and there.” He looked from side to side, something in the way he said “business” struck me as odd.

“But why me?”

“I think it would be wise,” Dougal stood and walked over to where I was standing, “to have a healer along. Specially one that does well under strain. And there’s a lot of that on the road.” Dougal crossed the room and made to leave, “So, that’s the business settled. Mrs. Fitz will have suppa ready and you don’t want to incur her wrath by comin’ late…. We leave at first light.” He left me there, wondering what I was to do next.

I didn’t know where this journey out of the castle and on the road would take me. What opportunities would arise. Would I be able to return to Craig Na Dun and go back to Frank?

Did I want to anymore?

I only hoped that wherever we were going… that Jamie was going to.

The next morning I was delighted to see Jamie in the group of men. He came over to me to help saddle my horse and strap my bag down.

“Mistress Beauchamp.” He smiled and gave the horse a pat, his hand brushing against mine. Why was I suddenly so nervous?

“Good morning Mr. McTavish, I hope you slept well.” I said loud enough for the rest of the group to hear and then leaned in and whispered, “I’m glad to see you Jamie. I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t here.”

He grinned and looked around at the other men, too busy saddling their own horses and then slipped his hand around my waist, “Perhaps we can find time to…” he raised his eyebrows and then I assumed he tried to wink but it was more of a blink really.

“Oh yes. Perhaps we can.” I smirked; would this give us an opportunity to do what we both had been longing for since we came together those many nights ago? Jamie looked down at me, his eyes lingering on my lips and I brought my hand up to my mouth. I heard him grunt deep in his throat and then someone was calling his name.

“Aye, I’m comin’.” He sighed and squeezed my waist, helping me onto my horse.

Everyone climbed on their horse and we were off. I looked behind me at Leoch, I didn’t know if I would ever return to see it and if I did would it be back in my own time?

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Jamie rode ahead of me for most of the journey that day so I spent most of my time talking with Ned Gowan, a man who studied law at the University of Edinburgh and was coming along to help with the rent collecting. He had two bags to hold the money in, one I assumed for the actual rent we would be collecting from Colum’s tenants and the other one he didn’t explain what it was for but I had my suspicions.

It was actually quite nice to be out, riding a horse in the Highlands. A welcome change from the stuffy dank walls of Castle Leoch.

With every kilometre we traveled I felt my chance of finding my way back to Craig Na Dun slipping away. I had no idea where I was and I knew I would never find it on my own.

After a few hours of traveling we made camp for the night. The men set up tents, bridled the horses and began to cook what looked like a skinned rabbit.

I sat off to the side on my own as they told lewd jokes around the fire which didn’t offend me at all but what did hurt was when they began to speak in Gaelic, making me feel rather ostracised. I was a “Sassenach” after all, I couldn’t expect them to include me in their conversations but it didn’t help me feel like I belonged.

Jamie must have noticed how uncomfortable I felt and he came over and handed me a bannock, “Dinna worry what they’re saying lass.”

I took it and picked off a small piece, “They hate me.”

“Och, they don’t trust ye,” He crouched down to his knee beside me, “Well, maybe Angus hates ye, but he hates everyone.” He smiled and did his best to cheer me up which managed to lift my spirits a little.

“And what about you? Do you think I’m a spy for the British?” I asked him. We had been intimate physically within a matter of weeks but we were still strangers, unknown to one another in so many ways.

“Nah, but I do think there are things ye’re not tellin’ us and I know you thought about leavin’, during the gathering.” I opened my mouth to protest but he raised his hand stopping me, “Lass I know ye didna go to the stables just to find me, as much as I want to believe that.” He smiled and I blushed.

“Well I suppose you could be right.” I met his gaze, those blue eyes burning daggers into my heart. “But I was never actually going to leave.” Why didn’t I want to tell him the truth? That I had actually thought of leaving on that horse, leaving him, Jamie, behind.

“Although it still weighs on me… out here in the open. I could leave anytime I wanted to and none of you would ever know until morning.” I crossed my arms over my legs.

“Aye, weel, I wouldna wish to see ye go, ye know that Mistress.” Jamie placed his hand over mine, “I know ye are keepin’ things from me but what ye’ve given me…” He leaned in and whispered into my ear, “Ye’re body. I know I can trust ye, I canna believe ye would go around doing that wi’ just anyone ye ken?” A mischievous glint caught in his eye and I turned my face to hide my smile.

“Thank you for trusting me Jamie.” I smiled, “It’s been a rather long day.” I said and set the food I could not eat on the ground and stood, wrapping the blanket around my shoulders tightly. “Goodnight Mr. McTavish.” I squeezed his hand, still holding onto mine.

“Goodnight Mistress Beauchamp.” Jamie let go of my hand, and I left him to find my tent.

We rose early the next morning and continued to the next town to collect the rents. We accepted bags of grain, animals ranging from pigs to goats and whatever anyone else could manage to pay. Some people were giving all they had, surely we could give them some grace?

It weighed heavy on me to see these hard working people give up their livestock which they needed to survive on, to feed their own children.

To be honest I was a little bit fed up with the eighteenth century life and the way people were treated here. Perhaps that’s what drove me to walk over to our cart and untie the goat someone had paid their rent in.

Rupert immediately chased after me, “Hey, hey, where do ye think ye’re takin’ that.”

“Back to her owners, the family needs her.” I tugged at the rope now caught between me and Rupert.

“The goats ours, we’re takin’ her wi’ us.” Rupert shouted, causing a crowd of people to stop and look at us. “The hell you are.” I shouted right back.

“Ye’ll be givin’ me the goat.” He demanded. “Let go! There’s a baby that needs milk.” I huffed and pulled on the goat’s leash.

Dougal walked over then, “Stop ye’re bletherin’ woman, the beast is payment for rent. Fair and square.”

I had also had enough of Dougal just now, “So you’d let a child go hungry?”

“The goat goes wi’ us.” Dougal turned the crowd of observers, “A Sassenach” and motioned drinking with his hand, making everyone laugh.

Just then a man walked over to us, he seemed to be a Smith in the village, “Madame is everything alright?” He was also British, just like me.

“I’m sorry?” I asked, almost taken aback to hear such a familiar accent after all these weeks.

“May I be of service?” He asked again.

“Aye,” Angus said, “Ye’ll keep ye’re nose out of our business.”

“I was speaking to the lady.” The man replied.

Dougal stepped in, “The lady is a guest of Clan Mackenzie.”

“Do you treat all your guests this way?” The man looked from Dougal to me, unsure whether to take me away from them by force.

“Eh, bugga off.” Angus chimed in, always the charmer, “Go home laddie, and suckle on ye’re ma’s tit.”

The man looked at me once again, still deciding whether to continue in this little altercation but turned and went back where he came from.

“That’s it. We’re leaving.” Dougal said.

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That night we ate in a tavern in the village. Dougal spoke the people there in Gaelic, he was speaking with such passion, a speech and cause he obviously cared very much about. But I didn’t know what he was saying.

From what it looked like though, Dougal was taking money from these people and keeping it for himself. Money I’m sure Colum would never see a penny of. This only deepened my dislike for Dougal. What made me grow to hate him further was when he walked over to Jamie and suddenly ripped his shirt, exposing the scars on his back for everyone to see.

It took everything in me to not get up out of my chair and spit in Dougal’s face. How dare he do that to Jamie? Expose what is a private and painful memory to complete strangers.

I barely talked to the rest of the men as we continued on our journey. Jamie kept to himself after Dougal had exposed him like that. A few small smiles throughout the day but I could tell something was eating him up.

Jamie was right however… we didn’t know much about one another, whatever we had shared between our bodies was still there but with every passing day that I could not touch or kiss him I wondered if it was just lust, a passing emotion or something more.

Dougal’s shady business was enough to make me want to leave and tough it out finding my way back. I couldn’t admit I had feelings for Jamie but he was the only reason I stayed now.

One night however, as I sat in yet another tavern and watched Dougal give the same passionate speech, I heard a word I recognized.

Dougal had said “Jacobite”. Frank was a historian which meant by association I had heard a lot about certain time periods that Frank would obsess about. The Jacobite Rebellions being one of them, his direct ancestor, the nasty Black Jack Randall having fought in the battle of Culloden in 1746.

Suddenly my perspective changed, I was beginning to realise that the activities Dougal and his men were involved in, weren’t criminal. They were political, he was using the shocking display of Jamie’s scars, not to frighten his audience but to stir outrage against the British. Dougal was raising money for a Jacobite army.

I contemplated this newfound information as I sat by the fire one night. Everyone had fallen asleep but I heard voices rise out in the darkness. I looked over but couldn’t see anyone and so I walked over to where the voices were coming from.

“Kinsmen or no’, I dinna owe ye this.” I heard Jamie say to Dougal.

“I seem to recall a certain oath of obedience as long as my feet rest on the lands of Clan Mackenzie.” Dougal replied across the way from Jamie.

“I gave my word to Colum, not to you.” Jamie huffed back at him. I crept closer, peering through brush.

“It’s one and the same lad, and you ken it well. Outside of Leoch, I am Colum’s hands, head as well as his legs.”

“A case of the right hand not knowin’ what the left was up to.” Jamie almost spit out. I had to agree there with Jamie. I was almost positive Colum knew nothing about Dougal’s political affiliations.

“The Mackenzies, the Mcbjorns… no one can force them to give against their will. But we have somethin’ in common. We want our King back where he belongs. Don’t you?” Dougal asked Jamie.

“You have more to gain from a Stuart throne than I do. If you don’t want to save your own silly neck-“ Dougal said, his voice rising.

“My neck is my own concern!… and so is my back.” Jamie said angrily, rushing towards Dougal. I could tell from his posture it took everything in him not to strike Dougal.

“Not while ye travel with me sweet lad.” Dougal said and no other heated words were exchanged. He turned and left Jamie there, steaming with rage.

Jamie turned to the nearest thing and punched a tree several times. He only stopped when he heard the sound of my footsteps come closer.

“He’ll do that again. Use you like that” I said to him.

“Aye, it gets him what he wants ye see.” Jamie faced me and covered his hand with his other, his fingers brushing his now bruised knuckles.

“And you let him.” I walked closer and sat down on a log near the fire, pushing my skirts behind my legs to conceal more warmth.

“He’s my uncle. A man has to choose… what’s worth fightin’ for. As ye ken well.” Jamie said, closing the distance between us and sitting beside me.

I smiled and reached for his hand, I raised it to my lips and kissed each injured knuckle gently. He winced slightly but didn’t pull away.

“I understand now… I think.” I ran my fingers over his hand and held it in my lap. “What Dougal is trying to do… for the Jacobites.”

“Aye, I didna think ye understood before but I didna want to drag ye in this mess, that’s why I didna tell ye…” He stared at his hand in mine.

“I’m sorry I didn’t speak to you. After that first night Dougal ripped your shirt. I should have gone to you, but-“ I looked up as Jamie brought his other hand under my chin.

“Nah, lass, it’s fine ye ken. I was too angry with Dougal myself. I’m afraid I woulda been more of a burden to ye had ye come to me then.” His thumb traced along my jaw.

“When do you think we can be alone?” I asked, the feel of his touch sparked that pull I had felt towards him.

He smirked, his thumb now tracing along my bottom lip. “We’re alone now Sassenach.”

I flicked my tongue out and licked the pad of his thumb and bit it gently. He laughed and pulled it quickly away, shaking it like I had hurt him badly.

“I want you Jamie…” I grinned, “But I can’t do that with you out here in the woods… with ten other men only feet away.” I stared at him, almost afraid he would say damn the men and push me to the ground and take me right then. That thought did arouse me more than I wanted to allow myself to believe.

“Och, ye’re right. I think in a few days we’ll stop at a tavern in one of the towns and stay there. Instead of sleepin’ outside like we have been.” Jamie now pulled my hand to his mouth and kissed it. “Then, Sassenach.”

“Best get some sleep.” Jamie placed my hand in my lap and stood, helping me to my feet.

“Well try not to hit any more trees.” I laughed and rubbed his arm.

“Dinna worry… trees are safe, Sassenach.” Jamie smiled and leaned in to kiss my cheek and left to his own tent.

How could we be this formal when he had already been inside of me?

I told myself that while he had not be able to control himself that night at Leoch, and neither had I, he had managed to regain some of his restrain. It was sweet really, how kind he was, not at all how I pictured men of the eighteenth century to act towards women.

I had experienced the attentions of eighteenth century highlanders and Jamie’s attentions were far more flattering.

While I wished we had waited, that our first time had been more stretched out, there was something to be said in our heated joining. All the tension from our time spent together, wedged tightly on the horse, our kiss by the fire that first night at Leoch, it had led to a combustion we could not contain any longer. Soon we would be able to appreciate our coming together.

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ. Here I was thinking about appreciating Jamie’s body, it had been almost two months since I had arrived and the amount of time I spent thinking about Frank and returning to him was dwindling with every stolen glance at Jamie. Every brush of his fingers against mine, and with every thought of his body joined together again with mine. I slept fitfully that night. Eager for what was to come.

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I saw the men in a different light the next day, not criminals but rebels. I wished I could tell them that they were on the losing side of history. That it was all a pipe dream. The Stuarts would never unseat the Protestant King George the Second but how could I tell them that? These proud passionate men, who lived and breathed for a flag of blue and white.

It was another day of travelling to the next village. But this journey was different, we came across two men who had been hung up with a “T” carved into their chests for “traitor”. Even I knew this was the work of the redcoats.

Dougal told us to take them down and wrap the bodies. We couldn’t leave them like this. We buried them as they should’ve been and a few men spoke a final parting word. That night Dougal was filled with a new sense of passion when he spoke and to be honest I felt my self wanting to see a change.

After supper I said goodnight to the men, I felt Jamie’s eyes on me the entire time as I walked up the stairs to my room. How long would it be before he came to my room? My heart was pounding as I laid in bed, waiting. Perhaps Jamie was waiting for all the other men with us to go to sleep.

I heard thuds against my door and decided to get out of bed and investigate.

I nearly tripped on a large body sitting right outside my door as I kicked it, “What on earth!” I shouted and loud Gaelic curses came from the large mass.

“What are you doing outside my door?” I said, trying to hold back giggles.

“I was waiting ye see, I wanted to make sure know one came to ye’re room…” I raise my eyebrows at him. “Besides me” He said quietly.

“Why not just come in? Why lay in front of my door?” I asked him. If he wanted to sleep with me again he had a funny way of showing it. After all that talk of being alone again.

“The taproom’s full with townsmen half gone wi’ drink. I was worried some of them might venture up here in search of…well, I didn’t think ye’d care all that much for such attentions from them.”

“After the events of today, I doubt any of them are feeling any kindness towards and Englishwoman.” Jamie really was the kindest man I had ever met. Trying to protect me from the very thing I hoped to be doing with him in my room and hopefully soon. “I’m sorry I stepped on you.” I stifled a laugh, “Well come in Mr. McTavish, you can at least sleep in my room and if anyone tries to come in, you’ll already be there to protect me.” I stepped aside to let him in.

“Sleep in ye’re room? Wi’ you? But Sassenach, you’re reputation…” He smirked, walking through the door and shut it gently behind him.

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Today's goals include surviving work, then coming home for snuggles from Bugga before working on my bullet journal and taking some time for adult coloring ❤ I printed out my bullet journal pages and I have to sort my coloring books since I finally got a basket for all of them! I recently got asked two questions. I'm gonna try to answer these quickly too Haha. "Why a bullet journal? Why not use your tablet? It's smaller than a binder and you don't need to write in it." I actually enjoy writing. I have a whole bunch of pretty pens and I enjoy having it all in my binder. While it's more tedious, I like it. I just haven't had time to properly start it yet. "Why adult coloring? You don't have the time for it and you keep sinking money into the supplies...why even bother?" I can work on the same page for an entire month if I have to. I enjoy the absentmindedness and the calm that washes over me as I color. As a child, it was my favorite pass time and as an adult, it allows me an hour away from the busy life as an adult, momma, and girlfriend. As for a waste of money, I don't see it that way. Bugga will be old enough to enjoy crafts and coloring soon, therefore having my "grown up tools" already on hand means I only have to focus on the kid supplies. I intend to do a lot of crafts and coloring with her as she grows and what better way to start the supple stock than by getting things I already need?