The air that swirled around us smelled differently today. My hair was mad with wind and the peculiar scent lingered on my still wet curls.
"What is that?" I wonder as we trudge up the foothill of the climb behind Lallybroch. The familiar and irritating pulse at the apex of my thighs was beginning to grow more and more tedious with every passing second.
"Primrose," he answers matter of factly, almost as if he'd read my mind and known my question. He gestures to a small purple nest of flowers sprouting against a lone rock. Primrose! I can't believe I didn't know that's what it was called, wondering though if it was a forgetmenot. All the time I'd spend here and I didn't accomplish what I'd originally gone to Craigh na Dun for that day.
"Primrose," I murmur softly to myself, slightly awed by what I'd realized. How quickly my thoughts would change as soon as I fell through time. How could I promise Jamie I'd return home if I should? How could I possibly pass through the stones a second time, and prove successful? Even if so, I don't want my thoughts to change so quickly. To adapt so rapidly to the change around me that I must forget what I'd previously known, for I had no time to remember it.
"This is high enough," I wave to Jamie 15 feet ahead. I'm nearly out of breath as we've been walking for nearly an hour, and uphill for most of it. It doesn't help that the spectacular view of his rump and further instruments under his kilt from my angle behind him has my blood boiling even further so under the unusually warm Scottish sunlight. He stops and turns, looking out at the land beneath us briefly before nodding "aye," and making his way back towards me.
I feel his weight shift the long tender grass beneath my skirt as he sits close to me, wrapping his arms around me tightly. He kisses my cheek and I feel the prickly scruff of a three day old beard. His lips are warm and soft beneath.
"Have ye wondered if anyone can see us up here?" I look at the lands, considering his question. "I reckon' if we can see them, they can see us." He pauses. "If not a wiley flash of red evera' couple of seconds about the bushes." He runs his fingers through his hair with a small chuckle.
"Granted not most people are in obligation to be searching the hills." I wonder what he's nervous about. He shifts against me, the body of his dirk pulling against my skirt in a suggestive way, or would have been had that been his intention. But it had simply just happened. When he looked down and realized he gave a half smile and closed his eyes. When he opened them he was looking at me with eyes entirely different. The throb in my womanhood spiked and I found my lips parted ever so slightly as to take in a sharp breath.
"I can tell that ye want me Sassenach," he murmurs lowly, a greed lurking in the depths of his voice. "How badly so?" He leans in closer, so close that his lips were a mere inch from mine. No doubt he could hear my heart pounding audibly against the inside of my ribcage.
"Very much," I intend to say this a little louder but it comes out as more of a pitiful whisper. His lips are gone from mine only a moment after I feel their warm touch.
"I dinna believe you," he pulls away and returns his gaze out to the open glen to our opposite side.
"What? Why on Earth not?" I stutter in shock.
"I believe ye want me but I do no believe ye want me as badly as I want you," he explains halfheartedly, a smug grin tugging at the corners of his soft pink lips.
"I'm not sure how I'm to convince you properly then." I shrug in defeat, not sure I had the patience for his relentless teasing. My body ached for him now and I had already trudged an hour up this damned incline just to be outside of hearing distance from Lallybroch, and any vulnerable ears inside.
I had no chance to prove myself or go along with any taunting games he'd had in mind, because he'd already tackled me to the ground. He skillfully lies atop me so that we can't be seen from over the tall grass and surrounding shrubbery.
Jamie doesn't hesitate to rip open the laces of my bodice, leaving bloodied burns down the insides of his fingers, to which he does not realize is quickly staining both of our clothes. If he does realize this he simply doesn't care. He leans his head down and red curls tickle my chin while his tongue glides down the valley between my breasts. He moves and his teeth nip and bite against my taught nipple, fingers tentatively working on the other. I arch against his chest and moan impatiently.
"Please Jamie," I pant as I work to hike up my skirts.
"Please what?" He sucks hard on my neck, surely intent to leave a mark. He knows I hate that but I suppose he's doing it because he can't leave my bed- per say- without marking his territory.
"I want you." I grab a fistful of his hair and yank his head back so that we're eye to eye. "I want you now," I demand, reaching under his kilt.
He chuckles and lets me stroke him, watching me helplessly attempt to bring him in. I'm running out of options. Slowly I run my tongue over each of my fingers, inserting them into my mouth and sucking just enough to get them decently wet while still seducing him to a degree. He watches quietly, mouth ajar and erection jerking slightly beneath my touch. Using slick fingers I wrap my hand around the head of his manhood and begin to stroke again, this time limiting my range. He groans softly and visibly lets himself fall into the pleasure of my movement.
We're kissing, gently at first until we both realize we can't wait any longer for one another. We descend into madness, disrobing each other at a rate I didn't know we could.
We become one with ease, both of our bodies as ready as they possibly could be.
"The tips of his ears were bright red as he thrust harshly into me, fingers tangled in the blades of grass at my side and the other holding my hands above my head. He pinioned my legs against the ground and bore into me with a fierceness only able to be brought about by a seasoned warrior, and a passionate lover. I cry out against the inevitable and frequent invasion of my womanhood. Letting my hips rise up to meet his thrusts I can't help but quiver in euphoric gratification to this having happened so quickly. I was glad I'd not have to wait through his arousing antics.
He releases my hands and slides his palms to the underside of my ass, lifting me up slightly so he could reach my depths at a deeper angle. "Jamie!" He chuckles at my outburst and thrusts deeper still, holding me tightly in his strong arms. There was no room for escape.
Jamie makes love to me like it's the first and the last time, every time. It was one of the many things I love and adore about the man. I had a startling thought: maybe we weren't far enough from the house this time. I was certainly reaching vocal heights only the most brutal and savage nights would cause. The kind of nights Jamie and I would wake up from with fresh new bruises and bite marks.
My fingertips ride the bumps and ridges of his lacerated back in the same rhythm that Jamie rides jagged puffs of breath and desperate moans it's obvious that we're both near our finish.
"Dear God, Jamie please, harder," I beg of him, desperate for release. The heated iron coil in my gut cracks as it's pulled tighter. My entire body screamed for release, one step closer with every delicious stroke.
"Aye, Sassenach," he pants as he pulls away, the shock of his departure leaving me cold and upset, having been so close. The hair on my arms stood on end, every fiber of my being wrapping around the intention of Jamie and I becoming one again. Fortunately those were his intentions too.
He's picked me up with his hands, fingers digging roughly into my stomach and ribcage, sure to leave bruises as he wasn't taking his time trying to turn me over. "Ass up," is all he says, not even giving me a chance to obey before he's pulling my ass up higher and pushing down on my back so that my chest presses against the damp grass. He doesn't remove his hand from my back as he penetrates me, using his other to grip the crevice between my thigh and my stomach.
"Yes!" I whimper, unable to keep myself from it.
I fall apart in his arms, shaking and trembling with the electric force that rocked my soul. Two strokes later he follows suit, my name falling from his lips in a guttural cry.
We lie there on our backs afterward, half naked as our clothes were strewn lazily around us in the brush. Our hearts were still pounding ferociously. Nothing but our fingertips touch, the chilly swell of the evening wind hardens my nipples and I shudder.
"Mmm." Jamie buries his face between my breasts and squeezes one gently, kissing the other. "Like porcelain," he whispers as he leans up to kiss me, twisting my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He likes the whimper I make. Sliding his tongue against my bottom lip to request entry.
"I've not had enough of ye."