Gifts, All Woman, CKI & Afterglow


Day 6 – Town Near Mac'IlleMhìcheil Estate

Sam and Jules strolled through the quaint little town. It wasn't much really. A church, a feed store, a general store, a couple of clothing stores, a school, a few small restaurants and two pubs. The buildings were old, very old and piqued Jules romantic side.

They had decided to take off to explore the countryside together after the hill run game Sam participated in this morning. Lady Ailis had been impressed with Sam's speed and stamina; especially since she knew he had a previous lung injury.

Sam had set a new time record for the event. One that was unlikely to be broken anytime soon. The last record had stood for twenty five years and Sam had broken it by a full three minutes.

After the hill run Sam suggested they spend some alone time. He had given Jules a lopsided grin and said it was their honeymoon after all. Jules had agreed. She didn't mind missing the judging of the cookies. She would much rather spend some quiet time with Sam.

Marsaili suggested they check out the town instead of driving all the way back to Inverness when Sam mentioned he wanted to pick up some gifts for Wordy's girls. Sam agreed knowing that for the creelin of Mason he should scope out the nearest town. With only two pubs he needed to decide which one would be better to take Mason too so Marsaili and the lassies could go to the other for the hen party.

The first stop they made was to a children's clothing store. Jules suggested they get Wordy's girls kilts. The shopkeeper was happy to help them find just the right thing for each of the girls. The outfits were in various plaids to suit Lily's, Holly's and Allie's favorite colors.

While they were shopping for the girls their souvenir gift list grew. First they added Izzy, Clark and Dean. Then they added Wordy, Spike, Ed and Sarge. Then Sam figured he should get something for Ben. And if he was getting something for Ben then naturally he needed to get something for Ryan, Sammy and Nathan.

Then Sam asked whether they should get something for Matt and Brianna. Jules said that if they were getting something for Wordy and Ed they needed to get something for Sophie and Shel. Which made Sam ask if they should get something for Winnie too.

Then Jules' face took on a shocked look and then she smiled when she said they needed to get something for Cyndi, Zed, Conall, Finn, Kaitlin and Niamh.

Sam was very happy for Jules. The reconciliation with her family had unlocked her soft side almost completely. She did not lose any of her feistiness the softness only enhanced her beauty and he was glad that others could now see what he had always seen.

He had enjoyed watching her interact with her family. Those few days he got to spend with her and her family in the Hat before he was whisked off to Ottawa were good. He was glad she had a place to stay and people to take care of her when he could not be with her.

Sam added "Well we can't forget your dad, brothers or their wives either."

Jules smiled and said "We can't forget Jerrell and Anna either."

The shopkeeper looked at them and laughed. What had started out as three gifts became quite unwieldy. They decided to get Cyndi a kilt too. They struggled with what to get the others until the shopkeeper suggested they go to the general store. Seeing that it was the only one for miles they tended to carry lots of different things.

So Jules and Sam headed for the general store next. They decided to walk up the street rather than drive. After depositing the bags with the kilts in them in the truck they strolled hand in hand to the general store. Both were enjoying the slow and relaxed pace of the day and just being together doing something normal.

As they walked Jules said "This isn't quite the honeymoon we planned."

Sam chuckled "No but it is very nice. And actually we can have two honeymoons."

"Two honeymoons?" Jules queried.

Sam stopped and pulled Jules close as he gazed into her dancing sable eyes "Yeah why not. This one is just a bonus honeymoon. We still have to get married in Canada. We can still take the camping honeymoon we talked about. Just you, me and the wilds of Réserve Faunique Ashuapmushuan."

Jules gazed into Sam's eyes and saw happiness. Then she recognized what he said "The Réserve Faunique Ashuapmushuan?"

Sam gave Jules a quick nod and added "We never discussed where to go camping but I think it would be fitting if we went back to where we actually first met, Réserve Faunique Ashuapmushuan."

Jules smiled "I like that idea."

Sam teased "But no more pushing me into quicksand."

Laughing Jules said "No promises. You call me a boy again and you are likely to end up back in the quicksand."

Arching his brows Sam gave Jules a hungry look and declared "You are no boy. There is absolutely no question that you are all woman Jules, ALL woman."

His lips descended on hers as he pulled her close and showed her just exactly how womanly she was as his kiss intensified.

Sam groaned out "Juuules" as his body reacted to the heady intoxication of kissing Jules. He could always lose himself when kissing her. Jules was most definitely all woman, his woman, his love, his beauty of life.

Jules felt Sam harden as the length of him pressed into her lower stomach as he held her tightly kissing her. It made her feel all sorts of wonderful emotions knowing she had this effect of Sam. No he would never think of her as a boy ever again.

And when Sam was like this no thoughts of him being a boy entered her head. No, when he was like this Sam was all man; a very virile man that knew how to pleasure her.

Jules knew she was the one that had to break contact though she was loath to do so. Sam had the same effect on her that she had on him. But she was the one that was able to maintain some semblance of control no matter how tenuous it was. Jules pulled back from the kiss.

The instant loss of Sam's warm and soft lips left her aching and wanting. But if she did not pull back they would be giving the citizens of this little town quite a show.

Sam's glazed, heated eyes stared at Jules' kiss swollen lips and he wanted to devour her. He wanted to take her here and now. As the misty haze of love that clouded his vision began to dissipate the real world began to come into view. Sam shuddered and a soft groan of wanting slipped out.

He inhaled deeply through his nose and blew the breath out forcefully through his mouth trying to regain control. Sam was glad that Jules did not pull out of his hug as he became aware that a part of him was fully displaying just how much Jules affected him and how she drove him wild.

Sam continued to take deep slow breaths and willing his body to stand down. He moved a hand to tuck a stray piece of Jules hair behind her ear. Sam loved the soft way her hair floated around her face when it was let loose from the workday ponytail.

Jules felt Sam regaining control and said "Two honeymoons sounds nice. The next one will be just us two and we can get as lost in each other as we want without worrying about public indecency charges."

That made Sam laugh "Jules what would I do without you?"

Jules grinned, "Same thing I'd do without you. Trudge through life alone."

"Yeah, that ain't happening" Sam remarked as a small flash of pain entered and left his eyes quickly.

Seeing that flash Jules was reminded of yesterday's conversation in the glen. She wondered if Sam would or could ever promise her to go on living if she died. Today was too idyllic to ruin with those thoughts.

So Jules quickly changed the topic back to something happy "You know though. With two marriages and two honeymoons comes two anniversaries."

Sam gave Jules a lopsided grin "I hadn't thought of that. Cool, more opportunities to show you just how much you mean to me. How special you are and how much I love you."

He bent down to kiss her again. But he aimed for her cheek and only gave Jules a chaste kiss not wanting to make a certain part flare to life again here in the street. He decided that he definitely had to find a quiet, private place to be with Jules before they returned to the estate today. He wanted to show her in great detail just how womanly she was to him.

Jules' eyes twinkled. God she loved this man. "Come on, we got a ton of souvenir gift shopping to do." She took hold of his hand and started off for the general store.

Sam laughed and moved off with Jules.

Jules and Sam spent quite a lot of time in the general store trying to find souvenirs for everyone. It was a little difficult because it was an actual store not a cheesy souvenir shop that catered to tourists. It was too off the beaten track for that.

They had found toy claymores for Zed, Conall, Finn, Jerrell, Ben and Ryan. They selected teddy bears wearing kilts for Sammy, Nathan, Izzy, Anna, Kaitlin and Naimh.

For Aidan, Spike, Clark and Dean they found t-shirts with gruff looking Scotsman wearing a kilt and holding a sword with the words 'Up Yer Kilt'.

Jules bought a shirt for Sam that had the saying on the front 'Real Mean Wear Kilts'. On the back it said 'IT'S A KILT! If I wore something under it then it would be a skirt'.

She had debated whether to get him the one that read 'I kilt the last person that called it a skirt'. But in the end she didn't like that reference since they both really knew what it felt like to have to kill someone. The other one was better even if it was a bit risqué.

Sam in retaliation grinned broadly as he bought Jules a shirt that read 'Certified Kilt Inspector' on the front and on the back 'I know what's under his kilt'.

They hunted around the store getting ideas for the others. Sam stopped in the aisle with beers and decided that Ed, Wordy and Jules' father and brothers might enjoy a local brew. But Jules reminded him that getting it through customs might be difficult. That's when he had another idea. He would talk to the Laird about shipping them each a bottle of the Mac'IlleMhìcheil Scotch Whisky.

Jules agreed that was a good idea and they decided that would be a good idea for Raf too. Sam felt bad he had forgotten about Raf. It was strange, they all tried to embrace him as one of the family but Raf was a cool customer and he just didn't gel on the same level with all of them.

Sometimes Sam wondered if Raf would be with the team for very long. Raf seemed to struggle with some of the black and white decisions they had to follow to do the job. SRU probably wasn't the right fit for him as his conscience could not handle some of the more grisly calls they had to make.

The Boss was harder to shop for. Whisky was out of the question for him. But then they happened onto the cooking aisle and Jules found an apron with plaid around the edges and the saying 'Grill Boss Rules, #1. I grill it, you eat it. #2. Don't like it, see rule 1'. It was prefect because the Boss was the usual grill-master when the team got together for picnics.

For all the ladies they found plaid scarfs and some heather scented lotions. They were laden down with bags as they headed out of the store but they had completed their mission.

They ate lunch at one of the small restaurants and enjoyed the hearty lamb stew and fresh bannocks. After lunch they checked out both pubs and Sam decided that he would take Mason to the Wild Stag. The name was fitting seeing that it was a stag party and it was more rough looking and small. The Old Castle Tavern looked like a nicer place for the ladies to hang out.


Bluff on Mac'IlleMhìcheil Estate

On the drive back to the estate they decided to hike up the bluff. They had pulled off the dirt one lane road and then grabbed several water bottles, a blanket and a small tin of shortbread cookies they had bought at the store. Then they hiked up the bluff.

It was a fairly steep hike and climb. In places they had to scale some large rocks. But it was nothing that required climbing gear. It took them an hour to get to the top. But the hike had been worth it.

Sam and Jules sat on the blanket they had spread-out on the grass on the top of the bluff and gazed out at the scenery before them. Everything was surreal; lush green meadows, rolling fields full of heather, stands of pines, the loch and mountain in the distance. The sky was cloudless today and was blue as far as the eye could see. There was a cool breeze. It ruffled Jules' hair and she had to keep tucking it behind her ear.

Up on the bluff they were completely alone, no one within miles.

Jules got a wild hair and tackled Sam to the blanket and straddled him.

Sam was stunned at first to find himself on his back and Jules straddling him. "Um, what ya doin'?"

Her voice seductive Jules said "We are all alone. Time for the Certified Kilt Inspector to do her job."

Sam chuckled "Uh Jules …"

"Certified Kilt Inspector to you" Jules interrupted playfully.

"Alright, Certified Kilt Inspector, you can see I'm not wearing a kilt right now" Sam chuckled playing along.

Jules looked thoughtful for a moment "True. True. Well there is nothing to be done for that. I will just inspect what is under the kilt then." She started to unbutton and unzip his pants.

Sam let her lead them on this merry adventure. He lifted his hips when she pulled his pants down. His flag was flying at half-mast by now.

Jules finished removing Sam's clothes and he lay completely naked on the plaid blanket. God he was beautifully formed. She started at his feet and let her gaze rake slowly up his body.

His calves were toned and muscular as were his thighs. His legs were dusted with fine blonde hair. Her eyes twinkled thinking he could surely win the sexiest knees competition at a renaissance festival.

Her eyes came to his manhood and sucked in a breath. She felt herself get wet just looking. Jules had to advert her gaze quickly or her game would be done before it started.

Jules moved her eyes to his taut abdomen Sam's six-pack abs rippled with not an ounce of fat on them. She traveled up to his chest. Jules absolutely loved his chest.

To her the scars were invisible. All she saw was a strong broad chest. That chest housed the heart she would always tenderly hold and nourish. Jules knew his heart beat for only her.

She looked at his hands. Those hands were skilled in so many ways and could drive her to ecstasy or offer the most gentle, comforting caresses.

Jules' eyes tracked up his arms to his biceps. His biceps were toned and bulging. Oh so capable arms Sam had. Those arms had saved her more than once over the years. With those arms he could hug, cradle and carry her. Jules felt so secure and loved when Sam held her close with those arms.

Roving across his shoulders Jules thought that those shoulders carried the weight of the world sometimes. If he would allow it she wanted to ease his burdens. Help him put down his load.

The creelin' tradition popped in her mind. A kiss. She could kiss him and he could put down his load. But not just yet. She was not done with her inspection.

Her eyes moved to his face. He had not shaved this morning. She loved that rugged look.

Jules finally moved to Sam's cobalt blue eyes. She loved every inch of his body but his eyes were her favorite feature. She could see into his heart and soul by looking into his eyes. They were so expressive. She loved the way they were twinkling right now.

Sam had watched Jules inspect his body with only her eyes. She had not touched him since removing his clothes. God that was hot. It turned him on as effectively as kissing Jules. He was flying at full mast now.

When her eyes connected with his Sam grinned and asked "So do I pass inspection?"

Jules' voice shuddered with anticipation and need "Yes, oh yes."

She lifted her shirt and tossed it to the side then leaned down and captured his mouth. For the next hour the Certified Kilt Inspector very much enjoyed her job on top of the bluff as she thoroughly inspected every last inch of her man with her lips and hands.


Mac'IlleMhìcheil Estate – Heather Room

Sam lay staring at the ceiling with Jules sprawled across his chest and his hand lazily drawing circles on Jules' bare back. A smile was plastered to his face. He thought to himself that today had been absolutely outstanding, great and beyond anything he could imagine. He was fortunate to have found the beauty of life and she made him so very happy.

He and Jules spent the entire afternoon on that bluff. They had fun a few times up there but mostly they just laid in each other's arms and enjoyed being together. It was just the two of them with no intrusions from the outside world. They had never really had that before.

When they returned for dinner Jules was radiant. Sam loved seeing her so joyful and peaceful, as if she didn't have a care in the world. They had showered together and Sam enjoyed the simple act of washing Jules' hair. After that they had joined the rest of the group for dinner. Dinner was full of laughter, teasing and friendship.

After dinner Jules and he had gone for a long moonlit walk near the loch. They were content to stroll hand in hand under the millions of stars listening to the waves gently lap the shore and the sounds of the night. As honeymoons go, Sam thought that this one was pretty damned awesome. He had had a few mishaps while here but today made them all fade into the background.

Tonight they had retired early and set the world on fire again. Jules and their love for each other had glowed brighter than the sun and just as hot. And now he was lying here basking in the afterglow, completely and utterly in love with the woman lying on top of him.

As far as Sam was concerned the rest of the world could simply pass him by right now. There was no place he would rather be.

Sam's stomach growled.

Jules lifted her head and grinned languidly "Sounds angry, you should feed it."

"That never fails to make me smile Jules" Sam said with a grin and a soft chuckle.

It was one of the first things that connected them. Jules had shared her power bars with him before the call at Bennie's Gas Station and it was the first time she called him soldier.

Sam loved the sexy drawl of her voice when Jules called him soldier. She had done it tonight just before they lit the world on fire again. Sam figured that he had expended a lot of energy today, no wonder he was hungry again.

Jules said "I bet you could find something in the kitchen to eat."

"You hungry?" Sam asked contemplating whether to let Jules go long enough to go to the kitchen to get a snack.

Jules rolled off him and sat up "Yeah a bit. But I don't want to get dressed."

He was bereft at the loss of contact with Jules as she sat up. She made his decision for him. He would run down and grab a snack for both of them. Sitting up Sam swung his legs over the side of the bed then stood and walked to the dresser. He pulled out a pair of boxers, sweats and a t-shirt.

Sam dressed quickly and said "I'll bring us back a midnight snack. I won't be gone long."

Checking the clock, Jules teased "Almost midnight, the bewitching hour. Watch out for ghosts."

Sam chuckled and then kissed Jules and said "No such thing as ghosts. Back in a bit. Don't go anywhere."

Jules drew her knees to her chest as she watched Sam leave the room. Life could not get any sweeter. Today had been so romantic and glorious.

As the door softly clicked closed behind him, Jules sighed. Then she flopped back on the bed, then turned and buried her face into the pillow. She inhaled deeply. It smelled of him. It smelled of her man; the man who had captured her heart and drove her wild.

Sam was the man she would willingly fly into the sun with knowing it would feel like a cool soothing rain in comparison to the heat of their passion. Jules lay in the bed sated, at peace and awash in the afterglow of their lovemaking.