Only an hour had passed when she awoke to find Jamie staring into the fireplace, his tartan wrapped around him as he sipped on a bottle of whiskey. Quietly she wrapped herself in a blanket and went to him. As she brushed his arm tenderly he looked up, his eyes blood red, cheeks stained with tears. Sitting down in front of him, she stroked his cheek till racking sobs escaped him. He couldn't hold in his pain any longer, she curled up to him and held him as he had done for her so many times before.
"I'm so sorry Mo fiadhaich aon I couldn't… didn't save you." He choked.
"Shhhhh dinna fash," She cooed.
"I… I can't get the image out of my head of you limp in Murtagh's arms. Only a bit earlier you were bright eyed and beaming…." He continued, his sobs aching his chest. "When I carried you upstairs….the blood, so much blood and your beautiful body….."
She held on to him as tight as she could, tears now falling from her eyes.
"I had to leave when she checked you…. Then when she said you most likely wouldn't make it through the night. I couldn't breath, but it just kept getting worse."
"Jamie.." She whispered rocking him. "I'm alright, it's over now."
"You're wrong, it will never be over, not in here." He patted his chest. " I almost… I did lose you for so long Daniea, I can never forgive myself, and then when I heard about Black Jack."
Daniea then took his face in both her hands, " I am Daniea Fraser, BlackJack cannot touch me, I belong to you and only you, mind, body and soul, and don't ye ever forget that!"
Gently she began to kiss his searing cheeks, then his trembling lips until his breathing began to even out.
Dropping the blanket all her wounds could be seen by firelight, Jamie's breath began to become erratic once more but Daniea grabbed his hands and placed them on her ribs.
"You were flogged James Fraser beyond any man could live through, I was beaten to death." She began. "Neither one could have been prevented, so we must live with the scars but they make us stronger." She moved his hands to her bruised hips, his thumbs rubbing circles on her abdomen. "We both have had to do many things in this life that we regret… and I know you are worried but." She forced him to look at her, "I have never been raped. Not even by the corpse. Many have tried over the years and all have failed, most have died for it." She confessed. "And I have treated wound upon wound of yours because of your actions which have nearly killed me with worry and frustration, but now we have a chance to make a better life together, were always stronger together." She spoke softly in his ear as she straddled him.
Grasping his wrist, she carefully kissed the closed cut from their wedding. "Blood of my blood," she whispered in gaelic, feeling him firm beneath her.
"Bone of my bone," She continued against his lips as she shifted to sheath him inside her. She held back her gasp as she maneuvered to deepen the contact, tearing a deep moan from his lips.
" I give you my body," She groaned as she rode him, slow and sensual. " That we two may be one."
"I," She gasped, the feeling of him inside her overwhelming her senses.
"I give you my spirit, 'til our life shall be done." They said in unison, their need over taking them so the only thing that mattered was the feeling of their joined bodies and souls. The first time they had joined it had been fueled by pure need and anger, now it was love and healing. She didn't hold in her ecstasy as their hips rocked together, every gasp and moan drove each other crazy with need till finally they shattered, gasping for air and unable to stand.
A bit later they finally ate the food Jamie had brought up, cheerily talking about their families and lives before they had met. Along with what they would do once they returned to Castle Leoch, which still worried Jamie because of the bounty on his head, but soon sleep beckoned them. The warm furs embracing them as they fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.
Content and dead to the world Jamie didn't rise till afternoon, his body cradling Daniea's, shielding her. A smile spread on his face as he kissed her neck and shoulder. Daniea simply ground herself against his touch making his breath catch, the need for her overwhelming. His body aching worse then ever and his heart beating furiously. He gently trailed his hand down her side till he was once again cupped her breast, the urgency in his loins aching for her to awaken. Yet she only smiled in her slumber, grinding harder against the rock hard length digging into her backside. His hand trailed downward, massaging her sore ribs and stomach, halting over her abdomen before his fingers began to play with her mound. Soft moans escaped her lips as she writhed beneath his touch, making him throb with need for release.
"Please wake up," he pleaded as he nipped at her ear while he continued to play with her center.
Minutes later her breathing had become labored and her eyes flew open as his fingers had made her swollen with need.
She twisted to look at him, his eyes pained and hungry. She reached back her hand, entangling her fingers within his hair as they spooned. His lips touched hers she breathed, "I need you inside of me."
His mouth crashed on her like a rogue wave, deeper and deeper he drowned her within his lust. His left hand under her ribs fondled her plump breasts while his right spread her hips for him, granting his throbbing shaft entrance. Within a second he was thrusting to the hilt, over and over again ripping screams of pleasure from her until she shattered again and again while his need never sated.
Finally she rolled onto her hands and knees, he took his place behind her and with the first thrust, her hands clawed at the pillows as she stifled her cries of ecstasy. Deeper, harder and faster he thrust until his aching finally built up and spilled over in a roar.
While they were asleep Dougal, Ned and Rupert had rode to meet BlackJack to deliver the news about Daniea's marriage, enraged he swore this wouldn't be the end of the matter but that worry the men wouldn't ruin the newlyweds day with, not until it was necessary.
