SO THIS IS MY TAKE ON WHAT HAPPENS TO CLAIRE WHEN SHE GETS INTO A FESTIVE MOOD.
WE READ ABOUT HOW SHE GETS WHEN SHE DRINKS FROM JAMIE POINT OF VIEW THIS IS FROM HERS AS WELL.
I HOPE I NAILED IT (PUN INTENDED).
"Hello wall" she said giggling to the stone rampart he leaned her on in order to open her chamber's door.
"Leave the wall alone Sassenach. He as ye need his rest now.
We wouldna want him to fall down like ye, now would we?"
Jamie said as he tried to take her back into his arms and off to bed.
"No" she waved his hands away from her and tried, in all the dignity she could bring about in her present condition, to enter by herself to her room.
To her acclaim she did manage to hobble and sway to it all by her lonesome, only slightly almost missing the door.
"I'm perfectly capable of walking" she said waddling into the chamber.
"Of course ye are Sassenach" he smirked unconvinced "only 'tis the talking to walls that make it hard to trust such statements, ye see"
Jamie watched her frown as she stood by the bed trying to recall either how she got there or what to do next.
It turned 'oot to be the latter for she squinted her eyes looking down at her clad body saying
"That is it!" she declared formally "Tomorrow I am going to discover the zipper and no one here can stop me!" she finished her speech waving her finger to establish her point and Jamie kent better than to query at present time what she meant by her words.
Claire began removing her garments wi' the door to her chamber still open.
Jamie hastily closed the door behind them, sliding himself at the last possible moment inside and glancing around the passages to see if anyone was there to witness him.
"Ye canna undress yourself such Sassenach, what if someone would ha' come?" he said padlocking the door behind him.
Though by the way she was undressing, she wouldna ever reach such a state o' bareness as to expose herself to another.
Nay wi'oot some assistance, he mused, wiggling his fingers at her as to indicate he'll be taking the role for the time being.
He stood himself in front o' her untying her laces and pulling up layers o' fabric through her hands.
She stopped resisting him after a while and was busy flicking her unruly- wild curls away from her face.
Poor wee thing o' his, he sighed wi' compassion for her, the past few days were such a whirl o' strain, worry and scare for her, that at dinner she ate hardly naught again, which he suspected she had done verra frequently lately.
Mainly for he wasna around to glare at her proper in the dining hall as to eat something or simply there to inform Mrs. Fitz the mistress hasna touched her cookery at all and watch, thoroughly entertained, as Claire crammed and gulped, almost wi' no chewing, all the food down and apologetically assured a much hurt Mrs. Fitz that her food was delicious and she meant no disrespect.
He should've had Murtagh see to her when he left wi' Alec and during the gathering days, he berated himself.
For heaven's sake, he kent that when worrit or too occupied wi' the healing his love tended to eat naught.
And although tonight they had naught one worry left to deal wi', all the past strains left his Claire still anxious and apparently in need to sip her nerves away.
When Laoghaire and Muriel came in for their food she gulped two glasses, one after the other.
No that Jamie would ha' allowed them to even glimpse at Claire's direction the wrong way.
And Muriel herself would be most surprised when her betrothed will find himself in possession of a letter informing him his wife to be, hasna a wean in her belly at present and contrary to what has been told to him by her.
A letter that is to be delivered by John the stable lad once the rent party would be on her merry way.
For there should be no need to create havoc beforehand as to perhaps endanger their departure in some way.
Dougal entering the hall for his supper and taking his seat at the main table, caused Claire to fill her cup twice over again.
During, hopefully, their last night between these castle walls Claire as it seems was as scared as a hare at anything going amiss.
She kept sipping her grog and once done wi' her own and obviously being the worst for it, she reached 'oot and took the one that belonged to the chatty lady at her right.
Which thank the good Lord was far too busy wi' her conversation companion as to notice Claire's thievery.
Claire kept timidly darting her eyes to and fro from one menacing threat to the other fearing their actions and mal- intent, dreading they will catch her and Jamie unvigilant and make a mess of things to come.
Jamie sat by the far end o' the table unable to do much over the throng o' people occupying the dining hall, at this, the last day o' the gathering, or he would've surely seen to her or at least made sure that wi' every sip she took she would've at least taken somethin' to eat to sooth the effect o' this cordial partaking o' hers.
When she was finally done and staggered to the passageway that lead to her room, Jamie waited but a blink of an eye as to excuse himself and went a different route as to meet her in the next bend of corridors, praying she was still able enough as to reach him.
After waiting for what seemed as forever he doubled back to find her staring at a small window, enthralled by the moon and humming to herself.
"Sassenach?" he questioned her, amused greatly by the sight that presented itself to him.
"Hmmm?" she questioned back at him, glazed eyes and a silly smile anointed on her lips.
She was filled wi' spirit alright.
"Come" he simply said softly and guided her wi' an arm at her back from time to time when it seemed she was losing her footing at the floor.
To his dismay he couldna yet simply gather her in his arms and carry her to her bed but only walk a step or two behind her, nodding cordially to passersby as if he was inadvertently going the same way.
Claire walked as if crossing through a field o' Scottish primroses, wi' a half-wit smile nay budging from her lips.
The silly goon even closed her eyes a few times along the way.
Jamie had to make sure naught stood in her path as she glided dreamily through the halls.
"I was merely saying hello to an old friend"
Claire said bringing him back from his recollections to present time.
"You shouldn't be so rude" she giggled thinking herself most witty.
"I'll be sure to stop and greet the thing on m'way 'oot" Jamie promised playing along wi' her and trying to keep a straight face.
"Shows what you know" she said cocking an eyebrow at him striving for superiority.
Jamie folded his arms to his chest trying his damnest to nae laugh at her face or kiss her passionately over how cute she looked doing so.
"And what do ye mean by that?" he asked wi' as much seriousness as he could muster.
"Now who's drunk?" she joshed him for his lack of understanding as if she was the one that held reason at her side at the moment.
"You said the wall might fall" she explained as if that cleared all.
"Aye?" he asked wi' quivering lips at the hilarity of it all.
"The wall… that wall that is" she announced "Will remain standing for more than two hundred years into the future.
I saw it, when I came here with Frank… wait, no… will come here with Frank" she corrected herself
"We walked along, I mean we will walk along these very walls... I mean halls.
We even went down to my sur…" Claire began laughing in earnest amusement, cupping Jamie's cheeks in the palms o' her hand
"We went to the province of the castle hermit or perhaps the dwelling place of a troll or two"
she let 'oot a small snort
"Although Frank said he didn't think trolls live in pairs" she said wi' a solemn expression "'solitary creatures they'"
Claire brought her nose to rub on Jamie's
"'All this and no one to share it with'" she snorted again
"Well I suppose that changed" she said looking into Jamie's eyes dotingly.
She was truly gone wi' the drink if she mentioned Frank to him and he in return had to let it go for the same reason.
That was easily done, for although she spoke o' words and times they dinna share together and Jamie had no idea of their meaning;
it was here and now that she was skimming her lips softly on his lips, cheeks, nose.
It was to his body she was bringing herself closer and closer into and signaling she longed for no other but him.
"Sorry" I said putting my hand up to suffocate a small belch that threaten to escape my lips "I do believe I drank too much".
"I believe that as weel, Sassenach" Jamie replied smiling a very broad salacious smile at me.
"Well I don't care" I adjusted my features and declared with as much bravado as I could muster "I'm celebrating".
"And what if I may ask r'ye celebrating?" he queried looking me up and down as if searching for something.
"Well" I leaned into him as if telling a secret.
It was my turn to join the fun gossip game that kept being played around me, usually at my expense, amongst these castle walls.
"I don't know if you heard the news but tomorrow I am leaving this castle to ride under the free open ether"
I throw my hands in the air as the Triumphant conqueror I felt myself to be at present.
We were done Jamie and I.
This was it, this time tomorrow we would be-
"Out of the confines of this suffocating lonely place where are love was secret and forbidden"
I said placing a finger at my lips
"Shhhh… and-" I added with a smile that felt as if it was bursting from my chest "I am going to get married".
I found that as I was talking I seemed to be tipping over;
further and further forward; so much so that when I was done with my secret telling Jamie had to catch me from falling all the way.
"I might ha' heard somethin' to that affect" he lifted me to my feet holding me by my waist, I felt as if I was melting into the floor.
"Christ, Sassenach ye are stinking drunk forbye"
"Not you. You smell nnniiiicccce" I leaned into his chest.
"Best get ye safe and tucked in bed and 'oot o' trouble, mo chridhe.
We'll be leaving at first light tomorrow" he said trying to direct me to the bed in question.
"Well" I waved his helping hands off my body and continued with my speech, recalling my initial point "I don't know what you think of the news but I-"
"Y e s?" he inquired, cocking his eyebrow at me, curious now at what I had to say.
I giggled at the sight of him.
"I am very drunk right now and should maybe go to bed right now, before I put my foot in my mouth and bite it, right now"
I giggled again.
But instead of doing so I found myself reaching for my husband grasping him in an iron grip with my arms, burying my head in his chest, sniffing at him and purring like a big lazy cat.
"No Sassenach, as ye're behaving, I highly doubt 'twill be your foot that will find itself in your mouth being bit" he said letting his hands yield the same hold my hands offered him.
"Ho is that a fact?" I raised my face from his chest "And what pray tell did you have in min-"
His lips came eagerly to mine and I felt his tongue in my mouth, so as promised I brought my lips around it and bit it lightly playing a small game of tag with it.
After a moment of this, my hands came into his hair and I pulled his head back exposing his neck to my pleasure.
Nibbling, biting skimming my lips on his skin, all while using my hands to pull and loosen more items of clothing so I could clear a path for my mouth to continue its administrations.
I bit him hard where his neck met his shoulder blade pulling skin with my teeth.
His hand clasped my arse hard pulling me so tight to him, that our body's to the outside observer might have seemed like just one big lump.
He was purring too now; or perhaps it was me again and our bodies being so tight snug didn't allow me the correct observation anymore.
When I finally released him, I circled my tongue over the bite mark as if to ease the pain I inflicted, but in truth I was simply savoring Jamie, making his male, testosterone-bursting intoxicating smell become taste in my mouth.
I couldn't help myself, the things he made my body feel, time and again.
The thought of all those sensations made me hungry for him,
made me crave to ravish and devour him until he would tremble and collapse with exertion and fragility at what I would make his body feel in return.
I wished to pay homage to what he regularly inflicted on me.
For one second I mused to myself that my intoxicated self is quite a pervert, but my entire body and soul didn't seem to find this fact so disturbing.
They only urged me to fulfill my perverse needs even more.
"I want you inside of me" I said breathlessly as I almost ripped his waist coat, pulling at the opening of his shirt to reach his very taut, pink and getting pinker nipples, biting them in delight.
He swayed a little, losing strength to stand upright almost buckling at his knees and was making a lot of incoherent noises.
"Ye are nae playing fair Sassenach" he said trembling all over.
"Why?" I laughed into his skin which made him swing his head back and groan deeply.
"I'm celebrating. Do you not want to celebrate with me?" I teased.
He turned me so fast to my other side that I 'whooped' and almost tumbled if he wouldn't have caught me so skillfully and pressed me firmly to himself.
At this point and in my state he was the only thing preventing me from completely collapsing.
Although I was squirming and wiggling, the muscles of my body could not stiffen and stand.
I felt myself as being all the liquid I drank this evening.
Soft, light almost translucent and wanting only to flow and slide on to and into someone else, unable to stop.
I was now propped to stand by him with my back and other parts of me to his front.
Jamie growled in my ear in a mock menacing tone
"I would show ye what true celebration is right now, only ye insisted that we couldna do a thing tonight over Mrs. Fitz coming to prepare ye and your things for the ride and we do leave at first light Tommmmmhh-"
He moaned very loudly as I started to rub myself on his person enjoying the sensation of stretching every part of me to every part of him.
I really should not drink like this often.
But I wanted to feel good and I wanted him to gratify that need for me.
And as the very spoiled child I was feeling myself at this moment, I wanted what I wanted now and without caring about the consequences and undesired outcomes that might spring from my actions.
I wanted him and I wanted him now!
"Please Jamie, I need you inside me" I whispered back to him as I lifted my hand to grasp the back of his head to me.
His hands were caressing my breasts, my hips, my thighs, he was pressing himself quite forcibly to me but he was still not ready himself.
I was beginning to glide my other hand between us to assist with that part.
When he whispered into my ear which he bit first and then begged me
"Please mo nighean donn, we mustna or we will risk all; now when we are so near"
I sighed with disappointment, but did release him and literally molten into the bed, that was, thank the Lord for small mercies, one step away from us.
I was sprawled on the mattress on my stomach.
There was dead silence behind me, so I peeked at his towering form from above my shoulder and said
"Fine than, you can leave now, I promise to not move from this bed until the morning… Although you might need to come and carry me from here when we do need to leave"
I said laughingly for I found myself quite amusing and witty at the moment.
I stretched myself further into the covers and buried my face into the soft feathery mattress.
Everything I touched felt so nice.
"I don't think I would be much capable of anything by morning" I said giggling at myself again and wondering how will I handle myself tomorrow.
Jamie stood there rooted in place not moving, hardly even breathing.
He moved his knuckles on his lips looking hungrily and regretfully at me.
"I thought you said-"
"Sàmhchair" he said commandingly "I'm thinking"
"About?" I queried frowning.
"How long mmphm will take and if I can get to the stables in time before Alec-"
"But I thought you said we couldn't" I frowned further, wondering how this turn of events came about.
"Ye ha' the roundest, sweetest, plump rump I ha' ever did see" he said longingly reaching his hand at me, caressing the air as if it was the bulge in question.
"But I thought we weren't risking our future for mmphm"
"Some things are worth risking everything for" he said flinging his kilt to the floor
"Your arse is defiantly one!"
He stated, worshipfully lifting both eyebrows and biting his lips as in an act of praise.
He came into the bed standing on his knees, using them to nudge my thighs to spread and using his hands to lift my hips up.
He took hold of my hair puling my heid and ear to his mouth as he lowered himself to me.
Leaning on me he brought his other hand around my waist and in between my legs to a very tender spot, which once touched made me trust myself back into him.
When he finally did enter me, he whispered in my ear with joy
"Besides we are celebrating"
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When Mrs. Fitz did finally come.
I was still gasping on the bed, shivering from the fumes of our shared ecstasy not wanting to move from the memory.