CHAPTER 18

BIG MAJOR SEX WARNING! SERIOUSLY LIKE IT'S THE WHOLE CHAPTER! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!

It had been five days since Ian and Skylar reunited. And in those five days, it was Skylar's mission to bond Ian and Ollie; and progress had been made. Though he was no way close to calling Ian "Daddy," he didn't seem to be as scared of him. He wouldn't fight as hard with having to spend time with him, especially when Rollo was around. He still wouldn't engage with him, but would look at him and give near full sentence answers when Ian would ask him something. He still didn't want to hold Ian's hand or hug him, and would sprint to Skylar whenever Ian would try to touch him, but Skylar knew that would come with time. What would also come with time was Ollie allowing Ian to sleep in the same room as him. Ian was still confined to sleeping in the kitchen bed as per Ollie's tantrums at night. But for only five days, Skylar was happy with the improvements.

However, with all their focus on the little boy, Skylar and Ian hadn't been able to spend almost any time alone. They had a few minutes in the morning before Ollie woke up, and a few minutes at night after he fell asleep. And those quick moments were nowhere near enough to do what they were both aching to do more than anything.

"What do ye mean ye haven lain wi' him yet?!" Marsali exclaimed, leaning as much across the table to Skylar as she could without squishing her pregnant belly. The three Fraser sisters were having tea together one evening as their husbands were together outside with the kids.

Bree and Marsali had been grilling Skylar for any and all dirty details of her time with Ian, and this was Marsali's reaction to hearing there were none.

"Well, when could it have possibly happened?" Skylar argued. "We've had no privacy since he's been back. Just a couple minutes here and there."

"That's all ye need!"

"You think the first time we have sex after being apart for three years is only going to be once and for just a couple minutes? No no no. We need, like, several hours."

"How are you surviving?" Brianna joked.

"Barely. I can hardly hold his hand without wanting to rip his clothes off." She felt her cheeks heat up at letting that slip out. The other two were biting their lips to keep from laughing at her comment. "Too much information. I apologize. But, you know, it's true."

"And it's clear as day that Ian feels the same way," Marsali told her. "The amount of times I caught him staring at her breasts just today, I swear, I nearly smacked the back of his head like a child." Skylar snickered.

"Okay, how about this?" Brianna spoke up. "Tomorrow, I will take Ollie all day so neither of you have to worry about him and you two can have some adult playtime?"

"You would really do that?" Skylar confirmed.

"Of course!"

So the plan was made.

When Skylar went to bed that night, she actually felt nervous about it. They may as well be doing it for the first time all over again, and she was nervous that he wouldn't enjoy it as much as last time, or even want to in the first place.

'I'm being ridiculous. He says he loves me as much as before, why wouldn't he want me physically as much too? God, I hope I can still do it right.'

She had been able to satisfy Benjamin every time they had slept together, but this was very different. Benjamin had nothing to compare to. Ian had been with her before and, from what she remembered, liked it very much. So she felt pressure to be as good, if not better, now for him.

The next morning, Skylar went to Ian's room, but was surprised when he wasn't there. She asked Jamie and Claire if they knew where he was, and Jamie said he had heard Fergus ask him yesterday if he would help out at the still that day; which Ian agreed to.

'Of course he did. Figures. Well, it better not be an all day thing or, I swear to God, Fergus will pay.'

After breakfast, Skylar brought Ollie to Brianna's. When she was leaving, Bree gave her a suggestive smile while saying, "Have fun today." Skylar rolled her eyes and smiled.

By noon, there was still no sign of Ian headed back to the Big House. Skylar was getting antsy. She went to the still to see if he was still there, but when she arrived, Fergus told her that he had left 30 minutes ago and didn't know where he was now.

She went back to the house and looked everywhere on that immediate land for him. Nothing.

'He couldn't have just vanished. Where the hell did he go?'

It was now 3:00 and she still hadn't seen Ian that day. She was starting to get worried something had happened to him. She went back inside to see if he had somehow slipped in without her noticing. And as she went to pass through the kitchen to his room, like magic, he was standing at the counter cutting a couple slices out of a loaf of bread.

"There you are," she said to him with a sigh of relief. He looked up at the sound of her voice and smiled. She walked next to him. "I've been looking for you all day. I was beginning to get worried."

"I'm so sorry, Yank. I've been tryin' te find me way te ye all day as well. I had promised Fergus I would assist him at the still get a while. Then when I left there, I ran inte John Quincy Myers on me way back here, and he asked if I might help him skin some rabbits. I didna think that would take too long, but we just got te talkin' and lost track'a time. And after workin' all day I was a proper mess, and I couldna be around ye when I was covered in dirt, fur and sweat. So I went quite a ways down the river te bathe. I've only just gotten back now. I was gonna try te come find ye in a minute. I've missed ye terrible teday."

"I've missed you too." She stood on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck. He held onto her hips and met her lips halfway to kiss her.

The way her body started to heat up as the kiss went on reminded her of what she had been planning for them to do that day.

She pulled back from him and said, "You know, it's kind of too bad you decided to get all clean."

"Why's that?"

She brought her hands to his chest and played with a couple of the buttons on his shirt. "Because, I had something in mind we could that would just make you all hot and sweaty all over again." She had decided to be relatively blunt about it so there would be no confusion to what she meant. And he understood perfectly. She saw his entire body go red and his eyes got wider. He tried to answer back but it was just coming out in stutters. She thought it was cute that he was still flustered by her. It reminded her of when she would tease him years ago when they were teenagers.

Finally, his brain and mouth connected again. "Would it be alright fer us te?" he whispered, like he was scared someone would overhear them.

"What do you mean?"

"Should someone walk in on us, like Uncle Jamie, fer instance. Or Ollie, God forbid."

"Dad's out of the house all day doing whatever it is he does as a Laird, farmer, Colonel, whichever role he is today. And Ollie is at Brianna and Roger's, far far away. There's no one here."

Ian licked his lips. "We're really alone?" His hands slid from her hips to her backside and his grip tightened.

Skylar went back on her toes and kissed his neck while saying, "Completely and totally alone. So if you want to-"

"If I want te?" he repeated. He moved his head back so he could look at her. His face was still flushed, but for a much different reason than before, and she could feel his chest rising and falling at a much quicker pace. "I've been dreamin' about kissin' every last inch of yer body fer three years. I've been achin' te have ye so much that just the sight of ye fully clothed these last few days has been enough te get my cock te stand up so stiff it could break." He suddenly pushed her back against the counter and held her in place by her hips. He pressed himself into her and she could feel the bulge in his pants already growing. He whispered against her skin as he kissed her neck, "I could verra well take ye right here and now should ye let me."

Skylar's heart was beating almost too fast from excitement, and her whole body was tingling and on fire. She felt so desperate for him to touch her that she thought she may actually catch on fire if he didn't.

Somehow she was able to form coherent words. "How about my room instead? Where there's a bed and more privacy than yours down here."

"Lead the way."

She gently pushed him off her and took his hand. She brought them out of the kitchen up the stairs. They went to her room as normally as they could in case anyone saw them, but the moment Skylar closed her door behind them, things switched quickly.

Ian pressed her up against the door and covered her mouth with his, kissing her hungrily. Skylar responded just as intensely, gripping his back. They continued to just make out for a while, feeling as though if they stopped they would die.

Skylar was the one who forced herself from the door and started to push them forward in the direction of the bed, all while not moving her lips off of his.

They made it about halfway before they needed to take a small break to catch their breath. But instead of stopping completely, Ian just moved his mouth to her neck and was biting and sucking her skin. He bit her harder in one spot which made her gasp, but not in pain. As he sucked on that same spot, her eyes shut and she put her hands underneath the back of his shirt, feeling the muscles he had gained in his back.

She pulled from him and started undoing the buttons on his shirt, though her fingers weren't going nearly as fast as she wanted. Once his shirt was open, he quickly pulled it off and threw it to the side.

Skylar had always thought Ian had a nice body and had enjoyed it greatly their first time together. But looking at him now almost made her weak. His arms had grown more muscular and he had what was the start of a six-pack of abs. His pecs were also nicely defined.

"Jesus Christ," she muttered under her breath, putting her hands on his chest and bringing them down to just above the waistband of his pants, watching as they went. She licked her lips and looked back up at him. "You are so hot," she said, even though she knew he wouldn't know what that meant. But she didn't wait for him to respond. She lunged at him and kissed him madly.

She continued to push him forward until the back of his knees hit the bed.

"I want te see ye," he told her, his voice deep and sensual. That sent shockwaves to her privates, which she could feel were becoming wet.

Not taking his eyes from hers, he made quick work of the laces on the front of her blouse and the one button holding her skirt up. He looked her up and down in her shift, and Skylar's breathing was starting to quicken. Not just from the wild lust she felt for the gorgeous man in front of her, but from fear for Ian to see her naked body after these years. She was scared he wouldn't find her sexy or be turned on by her anymore after her body had changed so much.

But she didn't have too much time to think about it. He swiftly pulled her shift down over her arms and let it drop to the floor, leaving her completely bare. Her palms got sweaty as she watched him look her over. His hands started at her shoulders and he slowly dragged them down her sides to her thighs. He held her there and sat on the bed, still just looking at her. He wasn't saying anything, and that was terrifying.

She suddenly started rambling in an attempt to defend how she now looked. "I know, um, that I-I'm not as flat as I was," meaning her stomach. "And I have these fucking stretch marks that just will not go away. But they-they're only there because, uh, because I was pregnant, you know. I had a whole damn human being growing inside of me and those things just kinda happen and I've been doing everything I can to make it all go away, but nothing seems to-"

"Skylar," he stopped her, very quietly. She looked at him and he was looking directly in her eyes. "Ye are the most breathtakingly beautiful women who has ever existed."

She let out a breath that she didn't realize she had been holding. She cupped his face, then put her hands on his shoulders. He leaned forward and kissed her stomach and every line. He moved up to the middle of her breasts. He glanced at her. She was still watching him intently. He attached his mouth to her breast and, like with her neck, nipped at the soft skin. He began to knead the other with his hand as he wrapped his lips around her nipple, sucking and using his tongue on it. Skylar shut her eyes and let her head fall slightly back, feeling everything he was doing. He pulled back not half an inch from her and let his hot breath hit her wet skin. She let a moan escape her throat and her hands went to the back of his head. He moved to her other breast, doing the exact same to it.

"Oh, Ian," she breathed out, rubbing her thighs together to try to get some friction where she desperately needed it.

He knew what she was doing and took his mouth from her chest. He grabbed her ass and pulled her down to straddling him. They looked in each other's eyes, both seeing how the other's pupils had blown wide with such lust that neither had felt in what seemed like forever.

Skylar wrapped her arms around his neck and he had one hand on the back of hers and on her lower back. They started to kiss more fiercely than ever as they ground against each other.

"Fuck, Ian," she moaned. She kissed his neck up to his ear and whispered, "God, I want you. I want you so bad, Youngin'. And I can tell you want me too." She could feel his cock was fully erect under her, and having him rubbing against her made her want to rip his pants off and slide him into her right then.

She ground into him harder and he let out a deep moan, encouraging her to keep going. He closed his eyes and put his head on her shoulder, holding her waist. "Christ, Sky."

He just sat there and enjoyed it for a while, but he eventually brought himself back to Earth enough to wrap her legs around him and throw them onto the bed. She kept her legs locked around his waist as they made out.

She dropped her legs and pulled away from him to work on getting his pants off. She did as much as she could, then he sat up and got them fully off.

She remembered how nervous she had been when she saw his dick for the first time. She was scared it might not fit in her and that it would really hurt. But now seeing it standing for her, all she could think about was how badly she wanted him in her.

He leaned back over her and started sucking and biting her neck again, but she interrupted him asking, "Can I please touch you?"

He brought his face close to hers and said, "If ye don't, I think I may die."

Biting her lip in a smirk, she reached her hand down and gently wrapped it around him.

"Shit," he hissed, his panting increasing at just that first touch. He dropped his forehead down to hers and closed his eyes. But she couldn't make herself look away from him. She was entranced by his facial expressions. When he would clench his eyes tighter for just a second or his mouth would open wider with every gasp or moan, it was intoxicating for her to watch. She couldn't believe that she was still able to make him feel like this.

As she moved her hand up and down, he couldn't stay quiet no matter his efforts. His breathing was not only getting heavier but louder, and his moans were coming from way down in his throat. He buried his face in her neck, kissing her when he had the mind capacity to.

"Does that feels good, Ian?" she asked him, trying to make her voice sound soft and sensual.

"Jesus, it's so good. You're too gentle. Its making me mad."

"You want me to go faster?" "Please. Please do." She picked up her pace, squeezing him now and again as well. When she brought her thumb over his slit, she could feel him leaking and she knew he was already close to his end. He did as well.

"Stop. Stop. Ye have te stop," he said suddenly, pulling her hand off him and pining it above her head. Trying hard to catch his breath, her told her, "Otherwise, this'll be over too soon."

They didn't move for a minute. They just stared at each other, relishing in the reality that had only been a memory or fantasy for the two of them for so long.

He attacked her mouth with his again, but he didn't wait long before asking, "Can I touch ye now?" Too hot to speak, she just nodded enthusiastically.

He placed his hand softly on her heat and her eyes shot open for a second before closing, and she let out a loud moan.

"Fuck, Ian!"

He rubbed her folds for a while and she ground against his hand, begging for more.

"I remember that spot ye told me about our first time," he told her. "The one that if I touch it, ye go mad." Her mind played back when she told Ian about the clit and how to use it. She had been surprised at how quickly he found it, but she was very happy he did. And she was even happier now, hearing that he remembered it.

"Do ye want me te touch it?"

"Yes, Ian. Please!"

He brought his finger in between her and slowly moved it up until he hit it.

"God, yes! Right there!" she cried, bucking her hips in the air.

He remembered everything she told him to do. He circled the small bundle of nerves and varied from pressing hard into it to just barely brushing it. His finger seemed to know what to do on its own, as he was less focusing on the motions and more so on Skylar. Her eyes were shut tight and her mouth was open. Her tongue would come out to lick her lips now and then, and she was making the most incredible sounds. Every moan and every time she said his name, it was turning him on more and more to the point where he felt he really would die if he didn't take into her. But he needed to wait a little longer.

"Ian, Ian, I'm…I'm gon-you need-you need to stop or else I'll, oh fuck," she tried to say, but got distracted.

"I want te watch ye te finish. I want me fingers touchin' ye in the right spots te make ye explode before me cock does."

"Omigod. Shit, Ian. Oh, fuck."

"It's good, aye? Ye like it when I touch ye here? This sensitive little spot likes bein' rubbed in all the right ways."

Hearing Ian talk like that was pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She was right there she just needed a little more.

"Ian, please. Just a lit-oh-omigod."

"Open yer eyes, Skylar. I want ye te look at me when ye release."

She did, and watching him look straight at her as he fingered her was almost overwhelming.

"Ian, I-I'm…I'm…"

"Let go. Finish fer me."

He pushed hard against her clit one last time and she was gone. Nothing that she had been able to do herself or what she felt with Benjamin had been like this. Her orgasm made her whole body shake and the sound she made was almost inhuman. Seeing her go through that almost made Ian come without anything touching him.

He let her calm down a bit and catch her breath before he laid back on top of her and slowly kissed her neck.

"Ian," she said softly, still breathing very heavy. He brought his face right above hers, their noses brushing. "I need you in me. Now."

"Aye," was all he said in response. He took hold of his cock, which made him shiver at just his own touch, and he lined himself up with her entrance. He looked back to her for assurance that she wanted this. She nodded, and he thrust himself in her.

Skylar's legs wrapped tighter around him when he did. She gasped loudly and her eyes closed tight again. Ian's did as well and he had to focus very hard on making sure he didn't finish right then.

Finally, he started to move. He pulled almost completely out of her and went back in slowly. He kept this pace. As he did, he and Skylar kept eye contact through hazy fervent vision. Skylar bit her lip, not wanting to ruin this moment with her noises.

Ian went back to her neck and kissed her lovingly and affectionately; as he also did with her breasts.

As much as she really did like the slow gentle pace of love making he set, she needed more.

"Ian," she said. "Please, don't be gentle." Her request was so unexpected that he fully stopped and looked at her.

"What?" He needed to make sure he understood what she was saying. "I love so much that you're making this really loving and sweet, but I don't want you to. I need to really know and feel that you're here with me right now. And so I want you to go hard."

"Yer sure?" He seemed surprised but definitely not against it. "Absolutely." She brought his face to hers and kissed him desirously. He separated their lips and kept his hovering just above hers where they could still feel the other's breath. Their gaze never broke, part of them still believing this was a dream and if they closed their eyes for just a second it would be over.

He pulled out normally, but when he went back in, he rammed into her like she had asked. Skylar felt like she couldn't breathe as he went on like this.

His moans got longer and louder, as did hers. As he kept going, he made sure to give plenty of attention to her neck, breasts, and lips so that she was getting the most amount of pleasure that he could possibly give her. And he was successful. Her nails dug into his back and she scratched down him, a signal that what he was doing was working.

"Fuck, Skylar," he groaned, his own excitement increasing at feeling hers.

"God, it's so hot hearing you say that word. Oh, Ian. Yes! Yes!"

He pressed his face into her neck as he said, "Fuck, Yank. It's so good. Yer so tight around me cock and it feels incredible."

He changed his angle slightly and hit a spot in her that almost made her scream that she never experienced with Benjamin.

"Omigod, Ian! There! There again! Please!"

"Here?" He hit that same spot dead on over and over.

The room became filled with the deafening sounds of their pants, moans and groans, and their names followed by obscenities.

"Christ, Yank. I'm not goin' te last much longer. I can't hold it anymore."

"I'm there. I'm there, Ian. Come. Let yourself go."

He hit that spot again and her second climax hit her. She cried out as the waves spread throughout her entire body. Feeling her muscles clench around him and that sent him over. A deep guttural moan involuntarily left his mouth and he continued to quickly thrust in and out of her until he was completely done.

The room was much quieter now, the only sound being them trying to catch their breath.

It took Ian a minute before he felt like he was physically able to move enough to pull out of her and lay beside her.

They laid in a very comfortable silence while they enjoyed the afterglow. Skylar couldn't stop smiling. She had forgotten what sex was supposed to be like, how it was supposed to make you feel good and be fun, not used as a harmful coping mechanism or to escape reality.

She looked at Ian. His eyes were still shut though his face was very relaxed. She could see a thin layer of sweat had coated his body, as was hers. One of his hands rested on his chest and it was moving at the same time as his breaths. At this moment, such genuine happiness for the first time in so long. She felt like nothing else in the world, save Ollie of course, mattered and everything from here on out was going to be okay.

He was the first one to speak. "Holy God. That was even better than I remembered our last time tegether bein'."

She rolled onto her side to face him. "So you've thought about that night over these years?"

He looked at her, more than a little surprised she would ask that. "I've thought about it every day since I last kissed ye goodbye." He turned to face her as well and put some pieces of hair that had fallen in front of her face behind her shoulder. "But especially at night, when I would lie in me bed and be missin' ye and wantin' ye more than I could bear." He put his hand on her lower back and moved in closer to her. "I could recall every detail as if I had just lived it. Yer soft skin, every curve and dip of yer body, all the noises ye would make when I would only touch ye. And then, Christ, how good it felt when I was inside ye fer the first time." A million butterflies started fluttering in Skylar's stomach, and that grew as he moved his hand down over her rear to her upper thigh. "I treasured those memories fer a verra long time, and I still do."

"Well," she put her hand on his cheek and stroked it with her thumb, "as incredible and special and perfect as that night was, it's time to make some new memories. Starting today. We have three long years to make up for, Ian Murray. We're not going anywhere for a while. That is, of course, if you still want me." She brought her hand down to his bicep and ran her fingertips gently on him.

"I thinks it's impossible that I should ever not want ye. Even now, after I just had ye, I'm still burnin' wi' a ragin' desire fer ye." With his hand still on her thigh, he pulled her leg forward so it was now on top of his. She immediately was getting turned on again. "I thought my need fer ye was too much while we were apart, but now that I've had ye again, I fear I'll hardly be able te control meself when I'm near ye."

Skylar pushed herself so that their torsos were almost touching and when she spoke, her lips were brushing his.

"I feel the exact same way. I'm sure Dad would have no problem watching Ollie every time his daughter needed to be bedded by his nephew."

Ian smiled. "Oh, aye. If we explain it just like that."

They both laughed at the joke, but that quickly dissolved as they melted into each other with a kiss that became more passionate by the second. He roamed his hand over her butt and as much of her leg as he could reach, and she brushed hers over the strip of hair down the middle of his head and the braids falling down at the bottom. She settled her hand on the back of his neck while continuing to fight his mouth with her own for dominance; though that fight was clearly a draw.

She pulled back when she felt a poke and she knew right away what it was.

She was a little confused. Very happy about it, but confused. "Already? I thought men needed more time in between to recover before they can go again."

"I guess we share a mind, it and I," he told her. He rolled her so he was on top of her again. "We both want te be inside ye again so terribly that we dinna care about waiting enough time."

They ground their hips against each other as they made out until Skylar could feel he was fully erect. Then, without warning, she flipped them so she was now on top of him.

She kissed along his jaw as she said, "I want to take you this time. Will you have me?"

"Christ, yes."

She kissed him again then sat up so she was straddling him. She took hold of his cock, making him sigh and close his eyes for only a second before opening them right away to watch her, and lined herself up with him. Then, very slowly and without breaking eye contact, she lowered down onto him. Neither could hold back a loud moan as he filled her. Ian's hands went right to her ass and she placed hers on his chest.

She pushed herself up as much as she could, then went back down; slowly, at first, to make sure she was doing it right. She watched Ian for signs she was, and she received them. His head fell back into the pillow with his eyes shut and mouth open, and his grip on her tightened.

"Oh, God," he breathed out.

"Yes?" Skylar asked, not sure of what she was asking but still needed confirmation.

"Yes! Yes!" he assured her.

Feeling more confident now, she sped up a bit. He was moving in sync with her and hitting every spot inside her that she needed. In this position, he kept brushing that one that was already making her see stars.

"Omigod, Ian." She tried to go faster to get even more pressure on that spot.

Ian's nails scratched up and down her back. He nearly finished in the same second he opened his eyes again when he saw her breasts bouncing at the same speed she was.

"Skylar, shit. Christ, yer so beautiful."

He didn't want this to end so soon. He tried to hold back the inevitable, but watching her from below was just too overpowering. He squeezed her hips hard as he released, doing everything in his willpower not to scream her name.

She felt him explode into her and not half a minute later, she reached her end.

"God, fuck! Ian! Ian!" she exclaimed, moving as fast as she was able to to ride it out. Thankfully, she had just enough brainpower to catch herself so she didn't collapse on him once it was over.

She needed a solid two minutes before she could muster the energy to get off of him and lay back down on the bed.

She knew he was going to need a while longer to come down, so she didn't touch him or talk to him. She just watched him until his breathing evened out and the bright red flush in his face faded.

Once she figured enough time had passed, she turned on her side towards him and put a hand on his chest. She kissed his shoulder and dragged her foot up and down his leg.

He chuckled. "Yer goin' te kill me, Yank."

"Do you want me to stop?" His head fell to face her and he said, "Now that would actually kill me." He moved back on top of her and they quickly caught their third wind.

They made out very softly for quite a while as he needed the time to recuperate. Their bodies slid against one another, still slick with sweat. They kissed everywhere their mouths could reach, not minding the slightly salty taste of their partner's skin.

But once Ian's body told him he was ready again, he shifted paces with no hesitation.

He kissed her wildly, like she was his life source and without her lips he would die. He went back to her breasts and took them in his mouth. They had been the center point of so many dreams of his over the last three years, and he wanted to make sure they got more than the attention they deserved.

He broke from her, gasping, when she wrapped her hand around his cock, which was already more than half erect again. He buried his face into her neck as she stroked him, moaning against her skin and kissing her there.

"I've missed your cock," she whispered like it was a secret. "Missed how big you are and how good I feel when you fill me completely." She grazed his ear between her teeth which sent a shiver down his spine.

He locked his mouth on the spot between Skylar's neck and collarbone where he knew she was most sensitive, and sucked and nipped at it. Skylar let out a breathy moan and sped up her hand.

Not before long, Ian was starting to pant. "I canna wait, Sky. I need ye again."

"I'm yours, Ian. Take me."

He brought his face half an inch above hers, letting their noses touch, and he entered her for the third time, making them both cry out.

OUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDER

Fergus walked into the kitchen, looking around. When he saw Mrs. Bug, he asked, "Mrs. Bug, have you seen Skylar? I think Ollie has one of Germain's toys that he is now crying for."

"I believe I saw her go upstairs a while ago. I havena seen her come back down yet, so she's likely still up there. In her room, maybe?"

"Thank you, Mrs. Bug." He walked out and up the stairs, headed for Skylar's bedroom.

When he reached it, he didn't think anything of the closed door since she had kept it closed when she was in there more so than not. So he simply opened it and walked in.

"Skylar, does Ollie ha- Jesus Christ!" The very last thing he had expected to see was Ian on top of his sister with her legs wrapped around him. The shock made him freeze for half a second.

The two in bed were so startled by Fergus' sudden appearance that Ian almost fell onto the floor. They both scrambled to grab the blanket to cover themselves.

Skylar barely got out, "Fergus, what the fuck?!" before he slammed the door shut and practically ran down the hall.

Still death gripping the blanket to her chest, Skylar threw her head back into the pillow and yelled, "I am going to kill him!"

Ian chuckled and laid back down next to her. "Even when we're grown wi' a bairn, yer brother still finds ways te try te keep me from ruinin' yer virtue."

She let out a, "Ha! You ruined my virtue a long time ago, there's no bringing it back." She sighed and looked at Ian, determined not to let anything, even the mortification of being walked in on by Fergus, ruin their time together. "So, did that make you, uh, lose it completely?" Her eyes darted down to what she meant, then went back to his face. "Or are you able to finish what we started?"

He smirked cheekily and said, "I just need one look at yer naked body and I'll be rearin' te go again."

"Okay then." She tossed the blankets off of her, leaving her fully bare. She let Ian look her over a few times, then moved on top of him. "Now, where were we?"

Meanwhile, Fergus was not as quick to move on.

He burst into the surgery, surprising Claire and Marsali who were in there doing inventory.

"Do you need something, Fergus?" Claire asked very curious, and also a bit concerned, as she watched him looking around furiously.

"I need something sharp to gauge my eyes out," he told her.

"What happened?" Marsali questioned.

He stopped and faced them. He took a pause to gather his thoughts, then said very seriously, "Germain was wanting his green ball Skylar borrowed for Ollie a few days ago. I came to find her to ask about it and I was told she was in her room, so I went to look. And she was. She was in her room, in her bed. But she was not alone."

Marsali knew where this was going after what she, Skylar and Bree had talked about the night before. Claire was also very quick to catch on.

"Were she and Ian together in-" Marsali started to say, but Fergus interrupted her.

"Do not say it out loud, I beg you." Claire politely covered her mouth and turned away to hide her amusement while Marsali just started laughing outright. "It is not funny!"
Turning back, Claire reminded him, "Fergus, you know very well she's not a virgin. Are you really so surprised? Them being apart for so long, I honestly can't believe they held out for five days."

"That doesn't mean I need to see it! And now I can never see again. I need to be blind."

Marsali, still giggling, took her husband's hand. "There's no need fer that, my love. Do ye really want te be missin' a hand and both eyes? It wouldna do any of us any good now, aye? Come wi' me. I'll pour ye a drink te settle ye."

OUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDER

"So, how long do ye think we need te give Fergus before he'll be able to be in the same room as us?" Ian asked Skylar.

They were taking a much needed break after their third time. Ian was on his back with his arm around Skylar while she was laying with her chest on top of his and looking up at him. His hand was rubbing circles on her back and she was drawing aimlessly on one of his pecs.

"I give it a week before he can look you in the eye. A month for me," she answered. They laughed.

It was quiet for a minute. Both felt very much at peace and relaxed, a feeling neither had felt in a very long time.

"What?" she asked when she noticed Ian staring at her.

"I just still canna believe I'm here wi' ye. I thought that this would only ever be a wish that would never come true. It made me miserable te think about but, I thought I would never see ye again."

"I know. I felt the same way. But we never have to think that ever again."

"Do ye remember when I told ye how much I wanted it ye be that ye were the only lass I've laid with?"

"Yes."

"I wish even more now that I could make it so. Te erase our separation and…all that came with it." Skylar knew that he meant his marriage in the Mohawk, and other things that he still kept hidden about his life there.

She didn't know why she wanted to ask this question. She knew what the answer was got to be and it wasn't going to be easy to hear. But she thought that maybe if she heard him talk about his side of it, it would help explain her own. Explain Benjamin and what their relationship had been. She couldn't keep it a secret for much longer. With how cold Benjamin was to Ian, he was going to have questions why sooner or later. And when they would be outside together and other settlers would stare at them, she often heard Benjamin's name among their whispers. He needed to know about it from her, not from overheating gossip.

So, she asked him the question.

"Ian, if I ask you something, will you please be completely honest?"

"Of course."

Skylar licked her lips took a breath.

"Did you lay with…with, um, Emily, more than once?" His hand stopped moving on her back. "Please tell me the truth."

He took a long beat before he answered. "Aye, I did." Skylar swallowed and nodded. "But it was never out of lust fer her I did. I only ever thought of ye durin' it. I only had a need fer ye. And when I needed ye and wanted ye wi' such a fire in me that I could barely breathe, I would always try te satisfy it on me own. However, when that feelin' would come over me, and Emily was wantin' me at the same time, I would lay wi' her so te allow her the pleasure she wanted. But though I was inside her, I wasna with her. I was with ye, always. I would close me eyes and I could see ye, and hear ye, and feel ye. It was so real te me that I would soon forget where I really was. But then, when we would be done, I would be overcome with guilt fer I felt I had been unfaithful.

"Ian-"

"I ken we were no together durin' then, but in me mind, ye were my wife and I loved ye as such. That's why I never wanted te marry. But with Emily, I…I didna…I-I wasna…"

"I know. You didn't have a choice." She spoke softly so that he would know she truly understood the position he was put in.

"Could ye ever fergive me fer it?"

The look on his face broke Skylar's heart. She could tell that this had been ripping him apart and that he had genuine fear she wouldn't.

"Oh, Ian." She put a hand on his cheek. "There's nothing to forgive. You weren't unfaithful. As much as we were still married in our own minds, in truth we weren't. You did nothing wrong." She realized she was saying to him what her family had said to her so many times. Everything that he had said about being with Emily was exactly what she had gone through being with Benjamin.

This is the perfect time to tell him. Do it. He'll understand. He went through the same thing.

But she couldn't. Seeing how upset he was at telling her this, she couldn't layer that she had been with someone else too. She was scared it would only make him feel worse. So instead, she continued to focus on him.

"We're together now, and we will never be apart again. You are mine and I am yours, forever. I promise. I love you, Ian Murray, and that is never ever going to change."

She brought her head up to his so she could kiss him and make him believe her.

To prove her point more, as she placed small kisses on his chest, she dragged her hand down him and very lightly stroked his cock with her fingertips. He let out an exhale.

"Is this okay?" she asked him.

He answered on a breath, "Yes."

She brought one finger up and down his length, playing with his still extra sensitive tip. Small moans escaped his throat.

She kept adding fingers as she felt him grow until she was finally using her whole hand. She moved delicately, wanting this to last for as long as he could stand it.

"Sky, I need te be inside ye," he said once he was all the way up. But she shook her head.

"I want to watch you this time. I want to watch the man I love more than anything feel good by my hand." She went a little faster.

"Oh, Christ," he moaned. "Please, dinna stop. I beg ye."

As she jerked him, she moved herself up slightly so that her boobs were more on him and he could feel them move. She kissed him wherever she could, his chest, jaw, neck. She used her mouth and tongue on his nipples like he had for her which he thanked her for by crying out.

"Shit, shit! Skylar, please!"

She moved her hand faster and looked back up at him. She saw a small bead of sweat travel from his head, down his face to his neck.

She went close to his ear and she whispered, "I love you, Youngin'. I am so in love with you. I have always only loved you and I will always only ever love you. I am yours."

"I'm yours," he added.

"Look at me, Ian." He opened his eyes and moved his head to see her. They didn't drop their gaze as she kept working on him. It turned him on more.

"Sky, oh, Skylar. I'm- oh, God. Please. Please."

She went even faster. She could sense he was close. He was panting heavy and another drop of sweat appeared on his face.

"Skylar, I-I-" was all he was able to get out before reaching his climax. He cried out so loudly, Skylar was a little nervous anyone downstairs might have heard him.

She kept stroking him until he was done, then wiped her hand off on the blanket. She knew from the start that she was going to have to replace these before she went to bed that night and then wash them in the morning.

She had let go of him for not even ten seconds before he started to kiss her. He moved one of his hands in between her legs and immediately found her clit. She gasped and held tight to his back.

Still catching his breath, he told her, "I believe it's my turn te watch ye again, my love."

OUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDEROUTLANDER

It was almost 5:00 when Skylar and Ian finally emerged from her room. They shared one last long kiss before going down the stairs and having to act like absolutely nothing had happened.

They ran into Claire in the foyer who called to them, "Oh, there you two are. Haven't seen either of you all day. What have you been up to?"

Both of the young couple's faces started to burn as they tried to think of anything.

"Oh, um, you know…things," Skylar answered.

I am actually an idiot. What is wrong with me? she yelled at herself.

"Things? How fascinating." But the smile Claire was biting back told them that she knew exactly what had been going on. Which only made them more mortified.

I'm going to kill Fergus. I mean it.

And she had her opportunity that night since Jamie had invited him and Marsali for dinner. Bree and Roger were also joining.

Fergus didn't say a word to Skylar or Ian as they helped set the table. He hardly even gave them a glance. And everyone else either didn't notice or didn't ask about his behavior towards them until the meal had started.

The way seating worked out, manipulated by Marsali as a kind of cruel joke, Skylar ended up between Fergus and Ian. The awkward tension became unmistakable, between Skylar not being able to keep a straight face and Fergus' head and neck being bright red.

Jamie tried to carry on conversation, but it got to the point where he needed to ask, "Are ye alright, lad?" directed at Fergus. "Ye seem verra uncomfortable. Has somethin' happened?"

Skylar and Ian looked at each other, wondering what was going to be Fergus' answer.

He cleared his throat. "Um, no. No, Milord. Nothing has happened."

"Are ye quite sure?"

"Just a, uh…a mistake I made today that I fear will haunt me."

Skylar stuck her tongue in her cheek to keep from laughing.

Jamie continued pressing. "What sort of mistake? Surely it couldna have been somethin' so awful as that."

"I…don't wish to go into details, Milord."

Jamie didn't understand, but would respect his son's wishes. "Verra well."

Fergus then opened his mouth again with, "But the lesson from it is that, people should learn to not…take care of private business during the daylight. And in a house full of people."

Skylar rolled her eyes and, before anyone could respond, she said back, very casually, "Or, people should learn to knock before opening closed bedroom doors."

Ian had been taking a drink at that time and nearly spit it all over the table. Marsali started coughing to cover up her laughter, and Claire had a hard time swallowing her own. The other three at the table didn't know what was going on. But looking from looking from Ian and Skylar to Fergus, and to Marsali for a nod of confirmation, Brianna caught on and burst out laughing too.

"Are you serious? Omigod!" she exclaimed. Seeing Roger still had no idea, she asked Skylar, "Can I…?" gesturing to him.

Skylar nodded, continuing to just eat her meal very calmly and unbothered. As opposed to her brother who had dropped his face into his hands and just wanted to sink into the floor and disappear.

Bree leaned to her husband and whispered it in his ear. Roger's eyes went wide and even his cheeks turned pink.

Poor Jamie was the only one left in the dark. He tried to piece anything together from the chaos in front of him, but nothing fit.

Finally, Claire said to him, "I think it's time we see about getting a lock for Skylar's door, darling."

"Why a lock? What would she be doin' in there that would require a-" Then it hit him. He looked out at Skylar and Ian, then back to his wife. She raised her eyebrows at him and it all made sense.

"Oh," was his reaction. "I will, uh…I'll speak te our blacksmith at once in the mornin'." He very anxiously tried to get the group onto any other subject, not wanting to sex life of his daughter and nephew anywhere near his brain.

When you accidentally go on a two month hiatus…

The patience y'all have with me…literal saints!

As I have said what seems like thousands of times now, and mean every single time, this fic is far far far from over. I just really suck at posting on a regular schedule and I apologize profusely for that. I'm trying to get better I swear! But so much is coming and coming soon so just stay tuned. Chapter 19 is on its way!

I love ye all verra verra much and I hope y'all are having a fantastic new year!