Chapter 36 – The Den of the Old Fox
Two days later, the wind was blowing, but it was a pleasant enough day otherwise. It was early in the morning. Jamie had said his goodbyes to his children and Lizzy as well. Jamie had told his sister and brother-in-law that he had written to Lizzy's brother requesting a safe haven for the children until after the rebellion was finished. He was yet to hear a reply, but should a letter come from the King of Prussia, to honor whatever the man said in the letter.
The children were sad and weeping as their parents again were leaving them, but they had come to know their parents would leave them in the care of family while they traveled, to return to them. Ellen seemed to be taking it the hardest as the oldest. Jamie had walked with her for a time, speaking to her until she understood why they were doing as they were.
Lizzy stood and embraced Ian. "Take care of your Fraser." She said to him.
"Aye 'n' ye, yers." He said to her, kissing her cheek before looking back at Jamie and Jenny embracing.
Jenny then came to Lizzy and hugged her. She put Lizzy back and leaned close. "Tak' care o' ilk ither 'n' keep edgy fur mah grandsire."
Lizzy nodded. "We will." She smiled a little. "Goodbye sister." She said.
Jamie mounted and Lizzy moved to mount also, even as Ian helped her into her saddle. She shifted her leg and pulled her earasaid about her as the wind blew her hair about.
Jamie led the way out of the archway for the estate home with Lizzy behind him, her mare following the larger black Friesian mount of her husband. Jamie had told her that it would take them nearly five days to travel to Beauly.
During the ride, Jamie spoke what he knew about his grandfather to her. The man was an interesting man with changing allegiances. Over the last fifty years, he had been both loyal to King James in exile and to the Hanoverian King, George, depending on the favor needed, as demonstrated by the fact he had survived being a Jacobite in the 1715 rebellion because of turning against what he had supported. He also had clearly survived the disastrous attempt to wed Lizzy off to the Prince of Wales.
His personal life was equally infamous. Along with his numerous affairs, dalliances, and whoring, he had had three wives, two of which he had gained through nefarious means. The first wife, Amelia, a widow and distant relation, was kidnapped from her bed, married on the spot, and bedded her with witnesses to claim her lands and title. The family did not take well to this and almost had him executed. The second wife, after Amelia died was Margret Grant whom he married legitimately. She bore him his son and heir (eldest legitimate son). She died a few years later in childbirth. The third wife, Primrose, was tricked into marriage when he fell for her and wished to possess her. He forged a letter from her mother asking for her to come to a house. The house was a brothel and Simon not her mother was there, but by then her reputation was ruined and she was forced to marry the 11th Laird of Lovat. He fathered seven legitimate children, sixteen illegitimate, of whom he only acknowledged three, of whom Brian was one and Father Alexander another. The third, a girl, named Lisa, was living peacefully away from the family as far as Jamie had heard.
Jamie's father's mother, Davina, had been a young kitchen maid. Simon was known, even early in his life to be a hot blooded man. The young lass could hardly refuse a man of position when threatened with dismissal if she did not yield to his advance. So she did, ruining herself, and fell pregnant with Brian, whom, Simon, not being wed at the time, supported her, and had her kept on with his bastard, whom he acknowledged being his eldest son. This was the first showing that if Laird Simon of Lovat wanted something, the Old Fox would have it, however means necessary.
Along the way, the pair had camped under trees, in the bracken, using their bedrolls, cloaks, kilts, and bodies to keep warm since it was the middle of winter, and the wind was chilled. Jamie had bedded his wife to keep her warm and held her through the night to shelter her, keep her safe, warm, and prove his love for her, despite the loss of their child.
One night, in the shelter of a small cave, Jamie had caught a hare with a snare. It was snowing outside, but even still he had washed the kill in the burn nearby and downhill a bit. Lizzy had brought water up and placed it near their things as she laid out their bedroll and made a fire with tender she had found. Using what she had learned from the Highlanders and her own skills, she had a good fire to warm the small shelter.
Jamie had returned to her, sodden, but with fresh meat for her. He used sticks to lay it out to roast on the flames indirectly as he looked at her. They ate when it was cooked, Jamie making sure his beloved had her fill. She had lost much strength birthing their daughter who did not live and grief had caused her to not eat what she should. Her body was thinner than he wanted, though he hardly blamed her. Food on the road was not easy as well, but he preferred her with curves not fleshed bones.
She was warming her hands and looking a little miserable and chilled. He went to her, crawling to her as she sat on their bed near the fire. He crawled over her, pulling clothing out of his way to gain access to the flesh he both wanted to warm and taste. She seemed startled at first by his advance, but the yielded to him as his bulk blocked the cool air from reaching her. He entered her body with a sigh, holding her hands near her head as her thin legs were to either side of his hips, knees drawn up, feet resting on his buttocks as he moved. It did not take him long to lose himself in the rhythm of the slow act that bonded them. Jamie was in some ways not a good Catholic. He knew that being lovers kept them together as a couple and reaffirmed their love for each other, not just in the interest of making a child.
He bent his head back a little and then rolled it forward hearing her soft sounds that he enjoyed hearing. He then dropped his head forward to her breast, kissing one and then licking the other, the nipples hard from arousal and cold. He then licked between, tongue seeking the small hidden mole that was for his eyes and kiss alone. She gasped, looking down as his eyes looked up, meeting hers as he smiled before shifting to take her mouth with his own, tongue moving into her mouth in miniature of what his much larger member was doing below.
When they finally peaked together, when his movements became more insistent. He collapsed on her and she took his weight, loving the comforting size of him as he remained within her, panting as he came down from his plateau. He was like a heavy warm quilt, with his own sweat and heart beating against her own in the heavy beat of a man who had found completion in the arms of the woman he loved more than his own life. Lizzy was asleep before he pulled himself from her to lay down beside her limp form. He smiled softly, caressing her cheek softly as the firelight danced on her sun tanned skin. She had darkened a bit in the sun, though the days were short now. Her skin was an odd exotic bronze look to it in the firelight that made her look more Spanish or Moorish looking if it wasn't for her lighter colored hair.
Jamie settled beside her, listening to the wind as he pulled the covers about them, watching her sleep, safe and warm under his care. He had made a promise and he would make sure she would not be harmed, ever again.
He took fell asleep soon after.
They traveled by the days and found shelter near sundown, knowing the winter travel by night could be traitorous for man, woman, and beast. Once shelter had been found and dinner cooking, since game appeared to be plentiful since Jamie always caught something in his snares, they would playfully duel in a meadow if no wind was blowing and making it too cold. Jamie liked dueling her because she did not hold back and did cut him as he cut her, though he avoided it if he could manage. Still, she was a worthy fighter for him despite her lack of reach and out of practice start to it. It was like using a weapon after not for some time. The body remembered the way of it and her skill was not lost on him. If he wished to see to dinner, Lizzy contented herself by passing the time shooting the bow and arrows she had at a target she made.
Twice Lizzy had woken crying out, once biting her cheek so hard she caused blood to run from her teeth. Jamie woke her and held her to calm her, arms about her, speaking Gaelic, hands caressing as she sat, taut as a bow string until she could calm. She had been so pale and when asked about what she had dreamed, she only said she saw dead, blood, and the smell of gunpowder. The second time, she had been so distraught, she had moved away from him, crawling on her hands and knees away, Jamie moving to follow, and she vomited until she could no more, phlegm and bile coming from mouth and noise in a stream until there was no more. It left her weak, and Jamie had carried her back to their bedroll in the bracken, tenderly having her drink whisky to clear her mouth before settling her to bed. She did not sleep the rest of that night and neither did he, watching her as she watched the flames of the fire, tears in her eyes.
They arrived at Beaufort Castle in the early afternoon of the fifth day. The day was overcast and Lizzy was chilled. Jamie felt sorry for her. She was so small and had hardly any size to keep herself warm. He had removed his cloak, using his plaid instead about his shoulders to keep himself warm, in an effort to help her.
They rode to the gate keeper and the man let them pass. Jamie had sent word of his arrival before he left Lallybroch and so he was not surprised that the people were expecting them, and yet, it was a little odd. He cast a look at Lizzy who had sat up straighter, her pride was overriding her chill. She had spent much of the morning, crouched forward to make a low wind profile.
Jamie dismounted and gave the reins to a groom as he reached up to help Lizzy down. She looked exhausted, but said not a word about it, putting up with the discomfort for a greater goal, like a Scot. He held her a moment before stepping back, pressing a soft kiss to her brow.
They walked together into the castle. A chamberlain greeted them and brought them into the main hall. "Laird Lovat will be with you shortly." He said and then shut the door behind him.
Lizzy moved to the middle of the room as she looked about. The room was larger than the one of Leoch, with three fires burning, chairs at one side, tables and a high table filling much of the space. Jamie was behind her looking at the animal heads that decorated the room near the rafters as he admired the craftsmanship of the hall.
Lizzy turned to him. "I do wish we had time to freshen up a bit before we met with your grandfather." She said touching her hair she had not washed in three days, face weary, and dress stained from the road.
"Dinnae fash, Leannain." He said smiling, one hand on the bell of his broadsword as he looked at her. The other rested on his dirk hilt in a highlander relaxed look, ready for action if needed, however, showing to Lizzy at least, that he was not comfortable here, though he was playing he was. He stepped forward. "Ye keek bonny." He came to her and lifted a hand to her head. "Though ye dae hae some tassel weeds in yer locks." He said playfully plucking them from her hair she had put up in a rather fashionable Prussian style that kept it from her eyes and out of her way in case of action.
"Lea thaim. Thay suit her." A male voice said.
A man hobbled into the room and both Lizzy and Jamie looked at Jamie's uncle startled.
"Colum." Jamie said, stepping forward a little.
"Ah arrived this mornin', masell." Colum said. "A clocked ye put in th' courtyard fae th' windae."
"Whit urr ye daein' 'ere?" Jamie asked.
"Weel a'm 'ere tae discuss a response tae th' rebellion wi' laird lovat." Colum said stepping forward. "As I assume you are." He paused. "War. It mak's fur streenge bedfellows."
Lizzy sighed looking at him. "It seems like a long way to come, uncle." She said respectfully.
"'twas." He said nodding.
"Is dougal wi' ye?" Jamie asked.
"No." Colum said. "He is at his estates lest time ah checked."
Lizzy smiled a little. "He isn't." She said.
"Amurnay surprised mah brother wid disobey me 'n' jyne yer rebellion."
Lizzy leaned close. "It isn't my rebellion, Laird MacKenzie."
He chuckled. "Aye. 'n' whit does yer brother think aboot ye bein' in a warzone?" He asked. "A'm sure he wid prefer ye safe at leoch wi' yer wean, neutral."
She shook her head. "My brother would prefer me with him in Potsdam, but since I love my rebel…" She cast a look to Jamie. "He can say not." She took a breath. "However, I am sure you are correct, that would be his wish since I am here in Scotland."
Colum looked at Jamie. "Mah brother haes aye bin th' rebel, bit ah mist dae whit's best fur th' clan."
"But surely Dougal could lead the MacKenzie clan to war in your stead and bring glory to you on the field." Lizzy said.
Colum looked at her steadily. "Ah hud forgotten whit a curious mynd ye hud lass."
The door opened and then slammed behind them. Jamie and Lizzy both whirled to see. Laird Simon Fraser of Lovat was there, in a loose shirt, breeks, his hair loose about his shoulder as he regarded the three before him across the hall.
"Sae th' rumor is true." He said moving forward until he was before Jamie and Lizzy. "Th' grandson o' laird simon fraser o' lovat haes bound his-sel tae a Sassenach."
She narrowed her eyes a little. "I have been married to him for years and it was your great grandchild I was carrying when you tried to marry me off to another man." She hissed.
Jamie laid a hand on her elbow and squeezed it lightly in warning. He then looked at his grandsire as he stood protectively near his small wife.
"Ah suppose yer yer father's son efter a'. Wha shuid expect th' laddie tae hae mair sense choosing a guidwife than did th' bas wha made him." Simon said looking at Lizzy.
"At least ah hud na need tae tak' a guidwife by means o' rape or trickery." Jamie said. He felt Lizzy stiffen a little. He had married her out of obligation to her and the child he had sired, but he knew well enough that he would have married her anyway, so enchanted he was by her, had he lived through his floggings. He would have sought her out, married her, and cared for her. He had fallen in love with her when he first saw her at Lallybroch and it had fanned into a wildfire of the heart when he had her in his arms in Fort William.
Lovat chuckled then as he looked between them. "Nae as serious as yer faither. Guid." He looked at Lizzy. "Ye keek weel enough as a scots matron. Yin cuid a'maist forgoat yer ryle blood. Yin wid a'maist nae ken ye tainted yer bloodline by allowing a bastard's son atween yer thighs. Forgivable by yer king mibbie sin ah hae heard he haes an ower abundance o' sisters." He smiled a little and stepped closer to her. "Bit ah ken ye fur th' painted whore ye truly ur."
Jamie stepped between them. "Ah wid hae ye keep a civil tongue whin ye speak o' mah wife…grandsire."
Lovat took a breath. "Clearly th' prussian harpy haes her talons deep in ye James Fraser." He said. "Urr ye sure th' bairns she foisted oan yer a' yers? mixing ryle blood wi' fraser 'n' mackenzie blood wid likely cause her king tae run ye thro' given th' chance."
"He thought aboot it." Jamie said a little ruefully. "However, a' th' bairns she haes carried hae bin mines. Na ither sired thaim. Na ither wull." He took a step closer to Lovat, towering over him, blue eyes flashing. "She is a fraser by mairriage, lik' it or naw ta 'n' she haes borne bairns o` yer blood. Ye shuid be grateful she haes borne a son tae carry yer name oan." He paused. "Mair ye shuid be grateful o' th' connection tae a ryle hoose."
Lizzy looked at Colum who was listening to the discussion with polite interest as he stood there, undoubtably rather uncomfortable. He was silent, listening, saying not a word, blue eyes taking every word in.
"'n' howfur mony o` yer git haes she given ye then?" Lovat asked. "A'm sure thare ur ither wummin ye cuid hae while she is tae fat tae please ye." He smiled a little. "Mah wives saw it as a blessing whin thay wur tae round tae swive properly. Ah wid fin' mah…" He looked Lizzy up and down. "Amusement elsewhere 'til th' besom cam intae th' world."
Jamie chuckled. He had never found lovemaking with his wife to be tedious while she was pregnant. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it most of the time also and never rejected his advances. "Four, bit ainlie three bide. Th' lest bairn died shortly efter comin' intae this world." Jamie said. "Katherine is th' ainlie wifie ah hae bedded wi' or wull." He smirked a little. "How come steal fruit whin th' exotic tree is in mah yaird?" He asked.
Lovat nodded and stepped to Jamie's side. "Enough breath wasted oan wummin." He jerked his head back toward the door. "Lea us. It's time tae blether politics wi' mah grandson…" He turned to Colum. "'n' mah rival."
Lizzy did not move. She had been slightly taken aback by the men speaking as though she were not there.
Lovat looked back at her, cocking his head, narrowing his eyes impatiently. Jamie had followed Lovat's gaze to Colum and then now looked back at his wife. He gave a slight nod of his head and she unfolded her arms from her chest and shook her head in annoyance before walking toward the door.
Jamie watched her go as Lovat moved to the chairs and table where whisky was laid out with three glasses. Lizzy slipped into the hall and Jamie turned to the other two as Colum hobbled to a seat as Jamie moved to stand near the fireplace to listen.
ZzZ
Lizzy had been forced to spend the day walking about the castle, learning about the place Lord Lovat called home. The rain set in and she hid under a low roof, watching the activity in the courtyard. She was chilled, but she had not been shown to her room yet.
The best guest quarters, she knew had gone to Colum MacKenzie, but Jamie was a laird in his own right and would have a room that was at least comfortable. She was yet to meet any of the laird's family, though she had heard that Frances Fraser, his elder daughter, had taken to running affairs for him since her mother had died.
While standing, lost in her thoughts, a soft voice came to her right. Lizzy had looked over and recoiled seeing it was Laoghaire. The girl was older now, taller, still pretty, but she looked worn now from the labors of being a servant.
She was there to see to the laird's laundry and needs for her grandmother, Mrs. Fitz. She tried to ask Lizzy for forgiveness as she spoke to her. Lizzy listened, hearing that the girl was very sorry for all she had done and that she only wanted Lizzy and Jamie, both, to forgive her the trespasses she had caused against them.
Lizzy had simply walked away from her, leaving her in tears as she walked to the stairway and down. A familiar tall red head walked into the courtyard, following a chambermaid who led the way to a stairway. Lizzy intercepted them and Jamie looked at her, her shawl pulled up over her head against the rain, looking rather disheveled. He wanted nothing more, as the chambermaid opened the door and moved out of the way, than to take his wife to bed and use her roughly, needing to clear his mind of the chat that had taken hours between the three men.
He was worn, tired, hungry, and just wanting to sleep, but knowing that would not happen since they still would be having a dinner. And for this reason alone he would not bed his wife, at least not yet.
The room was nicely prepared, set for a laird and Jamie was happy to see his grandsire had at least extended him that curtesy if nothing else.
He looked at Lizzy as the chambermaid left them. "Ah wid hae thought ye wid hae bin 'ere waiting fur me."
"I wasn't shown a room. In fact, most people acted as though I was invisible."
"Yer a laird's lass. That wis gey ill form."
"Are you surprised? Laird Lovat knows me."
"Aye, thare ur certain courtesies fur a laird tae a laird 'n' a laird's lady wi' him shuid hae even better treatment."
"Perhaps. I found watching the people in the courtyard to be interesting as I waited."
"'twas nearly four hours 'n' 'twas in th' rain!" He looked at her. "Ye cuid hae caught yer death!"
Lizzy shook her head. "I doubt that. I was under a roof and I was wrapped in my shawl. I just think the taskmen took not notice. No one did really. No one except Laoghaire."
"Whit does that…" He paused clearly trying to think of a less course word than was on his mind currently. "Lass…want?"
"She wanted our forgiveness. She said she was happy that God had brought us together and that she had seen the light." She waved a hand, going to the fire to warm her hands a moment. "We are made for each other" She moved toward the large bed in the center of the room. "Perhaps God did bring us together. Strangely I feel lighter." She said sitting down, looking up at her husband as he remained where he was by the fire, watching her, arms folded on his broad chest.
"Yer mair forgiving that a'm, katie. Ah wid nae hae given th' brazen bitch th' time o' day." Jamie said.
Lizzy smiled a little and then put her hands to her sides. "Perhaps…So…Will I be allowed to join you at dinner then?" She asked.
"Och, aye. Mah grandsire doesn't hing tae a bawherr o' decoration at th' tea buird." Lizzy scoffed. Jamie leaned forward then. "Sae lang as that decoration, does nae speak."
Lizzy took a breath and have him a look, but was silent.
"Aye… Juist lik' that." Jamie said walking toward her. He lifted a hand to her. "Noo come alang." He said.
She grunted and took his hand, standing up to walk with him.
ZzZ
The first person they met there as they walked in was Simon the Younger who looked Lizzy up and down, seeing her dressed not for court, but for the highlands. He had told her as Jamie introduced them that he had heard Jamie's men called her, "neo-geimnidh meala." Lizzy was about to take it with good grace, but Jamie's fist crashed into the lad's face knocking him backwards.
Jamie had stood over him. "Na, she doesn't hae muckle gaelic. 'n' noo that ye hae proven that tae everyone's satisfaction 'ere, kindly apologize tae mah lass afore ah kick yer teeth doon yer throat."
Young Simon glared at Jamie as he got to his feet, wiping the saliva from his lip. He stood up, finding himself more than a head shorter than Jamie. He bowed to Lizzy a little. "Apologizes Lady Fraser." He said.
Jamie had nodded and then clapped him on the shoulder and they went to get a drink as Lizzy walked to her seat and sat down. She quickly realized that she was the only woman seated and one of only three in the room. The others were servants including Laoghaire.
Dinner was an interesting affair with discussion between the men as Lizzy listened. She held her tongue, sipping wine, watching the men speaking. She saw Young Simon, a man she had met only briefly before and she sighed as he rose to his feet to speak with his half-nephew who was his own age. She regarded the whole group of the Frasers of Lovat to be slimy, ill born, men who should be put down, but unfortunately, they needed Laird Lovat's men.
Laird Lovat had listened to his son take Jamie's side as well as shutting him down rather quickly for it. Lizzy felt bad for him, a lad of about her age who clearly was a bit down trodden by his domineering father. Colum had smiled into his glass as Jamie and the Laird of Lovat traded points and counter points on the discussion that he seemed to not wish to be a part of. When he did speak it was about neutrality. He also made a very valid point that the
After, Lizzy and Jamie walked out together. Lizzy gasped seeing the rain had not let up. She wrapped her shawl about herself as her husband stood beside her looking upward. It was nearing midnight and both of them were exhausted.
"I got the impression that Colum was trying to use you to convince Laird Lovat not to join the rebellion." Lizzy said as she looked up at her husband.
Jamie nodded, wrapping an arm about her. "Aye…" He walked with her across the courtyard to the stairway. "Th' foremaist jacobite rebellions failed." He said softly as they ascended the stairs. "'n' colum wull ne'er support anither. He wants lovat's clan tae bade neutral wi' th' mackenzies, knowing that th' wee'er clans wull follow. Th' rebellion wull foonder afore it ever gets stairted." He said. They reached the doorway and he opened it for her.
She pulled off her shawl over her hair as she stepped in, Jamie close behind as he bolted the door.
"Why doesn't Colum just speak to him directly? They are both lairds after all." She said shaking the water from the shawl before laying it near the fire to dry.
"Fur mah grandsire does nae trust mah uncle." Jamie walked to where she stood warming her hands. "Usin` me is a muckle mair affective strategy." He pulled off his jacket. "A'm needin' tae speak tae lovat oan mah ain wi'oot colum leadin` me tae mak' his arguments fur him." He walked to her side to warm himself as well. "It's a pity that young simon is sic a spineless cratur. Ah hawp he cuid influence his father's decision. He made a pure tough argument fur oor cause."
"What did he say exactly?" Lizzy asked moving to sit in a chair before him after removing her bodice and thick petticoats.
"Och he said honey lips mair or less."
"Then why did you…"
"It wasn't yer mouth that he wis referring tae, Katie."
She gave him an odd look. "What other lips do I have?" She asked.
He smiled, indulging his wife since she clearly was not sure what he meant. He stepped closer and leaned so his face was near her. "Whaur else kin ah winch oan yer body mo ghraidh?"
"Anywhere you wish…" She said.
"Shall ah demonstrate mah meaning then?" He asked holding out his hand to her. He was pleasantly startled to realize that though she knew far more about a brothel and its guttural language than she should as a lady of quality, this escaped her, to his amusement.
She of course trusted him and took his hand, standing in her corset and chemise. He bent and kissed her mouth, but then he moved, like a striking snake, rucking up the hem of her chemise and putting his finger to her intimately. Lizzy gasped, startled, but did not move, still trusting him, but caught off guard.
He ran his finger along the slit looking at her, face inches from her own, watching her. He hardened touching her, wanting nothing more than to press her against the chair and take her, but he held onto his self-control, for now.
She was dry, but he felt her moisten at his touch. Her eyes narrowed with sudden arousal. He pulled his finger out from under her clothing and showed the glistening fluid in the firelight. "A'm lik' a bee tae yer honey, Katie." He murmured and he watched her eyes flash in anger, but not at him he knew.
"Why that little…" She began, but he stopped her tavern wench language before it could begin with a kiss.
He then pulled back and licked his finger, eyes locked with her own. "'twas a ower deep insult 'n' a clever wey tae ca' ye a whore tae mah men." He said. "Bit yer na whore 'n' ah ken it weel. Yer honeyed lips ur fur me alone."
"But why would he say such a thing to me?"
"He is juist tryin` oot me. Seeing if ah hae enough backbone tae staun up fur they under mah protection."
"As you have ever backed down from a fight anyway."
He chuckled. "Aye, bit thay dae nae ken that."
He moved and pulled off various items he had on his person so he could be ready to retire when he felt like it.
She blushed scarlet and sat back down looking at the flames. "Laird Lovat seems to have nothing but contempt for the poor boy."
Jamie smiled a little. "Nah. He is juist trying tae toughen him up. Mak' him a viable successor tae leid clan fraser o' lovat." He moved closer to her, hand on the mantle, the other relaxed on his dirk as he looked at her. "Mah grandsire hud th' perfect opportunity tae say na tae us th' nicht, bit he didn't." He shifted closer to the woman he loved. "Mibbie jenny wis richt. He wants something in exchange."
She nodded. "Just make sure it isn't your soul, James Fraser."
He smiled a little as his wife stood and began to pull off the rest of her clothing except for her chemise. "Aye. Na thare ur some hings ah wull nae bargain wi'."
Lizzy saw how worn her husband was as he leaned against the mantle, looking at the flames, deep in his own thoughts.
"Jamie…Come to bed. I'm cold." She said wrapping her arms about his middle as she pressed her face to his warm back.
He turned to look at her. He was in his kilt and shirt only. His boots were off and stockings as well as his stock, belt, and vest. His dirk and sword were near the bed in case he needed to use them.
He caressed her hip slowly as he bent to kiss her. She accepted the kiss, but then took his hand, pulling him to bed. He followed, like a puppy, watching as she pushed his kilt to the floor and then nodded for him to lay down.
She was in her chemise only and he laid down, under the quilts, looking at her as she then moved, straddling his narrow hips, her bottom on his powerful thighs. His manhood jutted up against her buttocks and she rocked back a little, teasing him.
He groaned softly making a sound of half pained contentment.
"You must be half dead because you are so tired." Lizzy said.
"More than half." He said. "Bit mah cock doesn't ken it 'n' wi' ye sae near, it seeks yer attentions."
She smiled. She shifted, lifting herself up as she held him steady. She sank onto him, taking him to the hilt within her. He groaned, louder this time and looked up at her. She moved against him as his hand fell to her hips.
He thrust up against her as she moved up and down on him. With her sitting up so, he could touch her body, feeling all the curves that he loved. She then arched back, her body succumbing to the pleasure she felt. He smiled and lifted a hand to her back as he grunted, filling her with his seed, deep within her.
Fleetingly he wondered if such lovemaking would result in a child. He wished, on the campaign to allow her to rest and keep her strength, but at the same time there was little he could do as a man in his twenties who adored his wife and wished to be joined with her at every opportunity.
She laid upon him, still joined with him as he held her. It was at such times he was reminded how small she really was, and young. Her hair loose about her face made her look at least five years younger, her body was starting to show signs of mothering children and being on the war trail. However, she was still so beautiful and exquisitely tiny compared to him as she had her head against his chest, panting as she came down from her own peak.
When she was able she moved to the side of him, his manhood coming from her with a soft pop. She laid down beside him, hand on his chest as she snuggled to him, content, weighed by the heaviness of the seed he had spilt. Jamie settled the blankets about them and then kissed her shoulder as she settled down for the night.