Je Suis Prest – To Bed
Jamie quietly opened the bedroom door. He did no want to wake Claire if she had already fallen asleep. After their whiskey and tea, Claire had gone upstairs to have a bath after a long day at work and then the long bus ride. Murtagh and Jamie had eaten at The Lost Lamb but Claire said she was not hungry when they arrived back at Lallybroch. She just nibbled on a biscuit with her tea. Something was on her mind, he ken.
Murtagh and he needed to go over some receipts and talk about the work to be accomplished tomorrow. They had lost track of time and suddenly realized it was almost midnight. Jamie had hurriedly said goodnight to his Godfather and run up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
He glanced at the bed and saw it was empty and still made. He noticed movement out of the corner of his eye and there she was... standing in front of the fire, still as a statue and silent as snow. Claire's hair was down, the way he loved it. The bonnie brown craziness about her shoulders and down her back. It was longer than he remembered. The day he arrived it was just past her shoulders but now, almost three weeks later, it was at least two inches longer. The light given off from the fire framed her body in silhouette, making her look as if she glowed. He caught his breath. Why did it always take him by surprise when he saw just how beautiful she was. Her shoulders were rolled inward and her head lowered as if deep in thought with the dancing flames capturing her undivided attention.
Not wishing to interrupt her reflection, he tried to close the door as quietly as he could. He was unsuccessful at best. The moment the door clicked closed Claire turned and faced him and he gasped yet again. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was dressed for bed, in the white shift-like garment that Claire called a 'nightgown'. It came to her knees. The neck of the garment was scooped and tied closed with a ribbon allowing just the hint of her beautiful white breast showing above the lace that adorned the neckline's edge. Buttons closed the rest of the garment down the front. The sleeves came to her elbows, edged with the same lace. But is was the quality of the fabric, the fineness of it... so sheer he could see the forest of her honeypot and her cherry nipples even though she was covered. It made his heart race at the sight of her and gave him a cock-stand, like none he had ever had before, just to look at her standing there.
He was, most definitely, a bless man and he quietly whispered "tapadh leat" thank you as he looked upward in seach of Heaven.
His Sassenach ken the affect she had on him and she smiled at him knowingly. Her beautiful bonnie smile... just for him. He dinna have to share the smile or her with anyone until the light of day. That made him smile in return.
He found himself still smiling as he started to undress. She watched as he sat and removed his boots and socks, setting them by the chair. He saw her eyes follow his every move. His sword was hanging on the back of the chair. He did not wear it any longer. There was no need. He did remove the belt that held his dirk and sporran and draped it across the back of the chair as well as his coat. He turned and looked at Claire, not hiding the lust from his eyes. She lowered hers in shyness and turned to face the fire. He unbuttoned and removed his waistcoat and then his shirt, laying them both on the seat of the chair and then walked up behind Claire, his arms encircling her waist; pressing his very excited cock up against her beautiful round arse. He was most pleasantly surprised upon discovering just how nicely he fit against his most favorite of her body parts. Her arse and the valley the formed between the left and the right. Much like the valley between his second most favorite of her body parts. Her lovely breasts. He gave her a little nudge with his cock to let her ken how verra happy he was that she was with him. A movement that elicited a gasp from his Sorcha. He allowed his forehead to rest against the back of her head as he smelled the soap and lilac scent of her and she leaned back into his embrace. He immediately felt a calmness start to embrace his body. His shoulders relaxed and his body curved to form around hers the way a rose petal hugs the bud before the flower blooms.
Her left hand came to rest over his, fingers nudging for space in an effort to lace their hand together into one. She lifted his right hand and laid it softly over her heart, covering it with her own as he felt her heart beat as frantically as his own. Her heart, as if speaking to his, found their common rhythm and slowly, the two calmed into one shared heartbeat. They both sighed.
He removed his right hand from her breast to move her curls from the side of her neck. He began to softly kiss from her exposed shoulder up her neck. She sighed audibly. Music to his ears. When he reached her ear, he took her lobe in his teeth and wrapped his lips around it and began to suck. Claire moaned, leaning her head back on his right shoulder and tilted it to the side, exposing more of her soft, white skin and allowing him better access. He released her earlobe and started to kiss back down the way he'd come. He had every intention of marking her somewhere on this beautiful neck. A nice red bite where everyone would see it. He would have every male from Broch Mordha to Inverness ken she was taken, that she was his. Claire's fingers of her right hand were combing the hair on the top of his head as he kissed his way to the spot he had chosen and she softly rubbed her bonnie arse against him in appreciation.
He had settled on the spot, right where her neck curved into her shoulder and he started to suck and gently bite.
Suddenly her arse stopped it's motion and her left hand released his as well. He slowed his ministrations and with glazed eyes and half raised lids he looked over her shoulder to see why she'd stopped. He watched as she lazily untied the the ribbon that held the neck of her shift closed. He stopped sucking and biting and went back to gentle kisses and waited, with bated breath, to see what she would do. Teasingly, she ran her finger down the newly exposed skin between her breasts until her progress was hindered by a button. She carefully eased the small button through its hole and the neck opened slightly, exposing not only more beautiful, white skin, but more of her breasts as well. Her finger took up its journey south yet again, starting right where it had halted.
Spellbound, Jamie completely stopped his attentions to Claire's neck, with his mouth open and tongue halted halfway though a lick. He was mesmerized now by what her delicate hands were doing. Every time she reached a button, she pulled the fabric away from her body and Jamie not only saw her breasts when she did this but could look down the valley between them. He could see what Claire called her 'belly button', down her beautiful lean stomach to her lovely, brown forest. His eyes continued down what he ken to be her smooth thighs, past her knees and lower legs to rest on her feet. With every button she undid, he, quite unconsciously, rubbed himself against her. Five buttons she freed from their constraint. Five times he messaged her arse with his cock. He moaned with every button, wished that there were more. She sighed and pushed against him with every stroke he made. When Claire had unbuttoned the last wee button, Jamie realized he could almost see her nipple. He ken Claire was guiding him... his focus; showing him where she needed his attentions. He completed the lick he started, kissed the spot again and straightened. He removed his left hand from around her waist and slowly, gently, barely touching her, he ran his index finger from where he hand started his mark, down her shoulder. He could feel the shiver run over her skin where he touched her. His finger caught the edge of the shift's neck as it slipped along her shoulder along with his finger. He watched as more of her breast became exposed in the process until, when the neckline slipped off her shoulder, and like a feather floating down her arm... left her entire breast exposed and at his mercy. His left hand, with no need for instruction from him, instinctively cupped it and with his index finger and thumb began to play with her nipple.
He heard Claire hiss softly and he stopped. This was not the wee sound he expected from her. He was hoping for a moan or a sigh. Looking at her, he saw her eyes were slightly squinted, as if in pain. He rubbed his fingers together. They were rough and calloused from the work on the farm. He had no bees wax to rub on them to soften them or any of the salves Claire rubbed on her skin at night. He kissed her neck as he thought. Once... Twice... He lifted his head and placed his fingers in his mouth to moistened them then re-established his attentions to her breast. This time with a much more favorable response... she moaned, loudly, rolling her head and over his right shoulder so she was almost looking at the ceiling. When he pinched the nipple and pulled it, Claire just about came unhinged. She took that bonnie round arse of hers and pushed and rubbed it into his crotch. He growled at the movement. He move away for the moment it took him to undo the belt that held his kilt in place and let it all fall to his feet in a puddle. He immediately pressed himself back into her, his right arm slipped around her waist and hugged her firmly to him. And when she moved, he groaned, loudly.
Dear God, what had he done to deserve such a vixen. Now completely naked, he pressed his rock hard cock into her backside and repeated the motion that had made him loon just hours ago as they road home from Broch Mordha. Claire sitting in front of him, her round arse tightly wedged between his thighs and the motion their bodies made, in rhythm with that of the horse, just about had him climaxing in the saddle. He had barely made it home in one piece. Now she was doing it again, in the privacy of their bedchamber. He was not about to let this second opportunity go unanswered. Claire wanted him as much as he wanted her. Two consenting, hand-fasted adults. He needed this shift out of the way. He needed her naked, or at least her arse. He moved his hips back just enough to lift the shift.
Claire whimpered unhappily.
Two hands and one swift motion and she was as naked as he was, and he pressed himself right back up against her, his cock fitting nicely in the crevice of her arse. He could care less where her shift landed.
Heaven.
He returned his right arm around her waist, and with the flat of his palm against her belly, he held her body against his. His other hand went back to her breast.
Even better.
Claire moaned. Loudly.
He replied with a moan. And they rubbed together like they were riding that horse to Edinburgh.
Enough of this rubbing, Jamie thought. He was a grown man and he was no going to be spilling his seed all over her back. He needed to love her properly and that meant getting between her legs. On her back, on on her hands and knees, which ever she preferred. He didn't care. He just needed his cock inside her, and quickly or he was going to burst like he was 14 and pleasuring himself in the corner of the barn. He needed to move her to the bed and let her decide which way they would satisfy each other.
How was he going to move them when there was no way he wanted to stop rubbing against her. If he paused, he was quite sure he would die.
He realized his hand was no longer playing with her breast. Claire was sucking the fingers of said hand. She then shifted her feet, ever so slightly, so they were almost shoulder width apart. He watched, wide eyed, as she placed his hand upon her forest, then used her hand to guide his down between her legs.
Never in his wildest dreams... had he ever thought this... would happen. Though, honestly, he was no sure what it was Claire was having him do...
When his finger softly glided over a hard spot, the size of a wee pea, Claire went rigid and gasped. Together they stroked it and the sound Claire made was one of pure ecstasy; both pleasure and pain in one. He had never heard such a noise before... but he ken he wanted her to make it again, and again and again.
Her hand was gone. His finger seemed to have a mind of its own. It slid down to the entrance of what he ken was her honeypot. Slickness. Slick and wet. He inserted his finger in and then went back to rubbing that special wee pea.
That got him a "Oh God Jamie. Don't stop."
He didn't think. He couldn't think. He just let his finger rub and Claire panted and rubbed against him in rhythm with his finger, pleading with him not to stop. Suddenly her body shuttered in his arms, she mewed and went limp.
His finger stopped moving.
He'd killed her.
Oh God. "Claire?" Jamie whispered with fear in his voice.
"Claire" he repeated now with a wee bit of panic added.
"Yes Jamie?" she responded weakly and with a verra satisfied sigh.
Thank God. He had'na killed her, she was still alive. Not moving but alive. He managed to hold her and still kick his tartan underneath them and gently lowered her to the ground. "Are ye alright lass?" he asked with much concern as he knelt beside her. She opened her glazed eyes half way, turning her head to look at him and smiled.
"Kiss me Jamie."
And he did.
She opened her mouth and Jamie opened his. Her tongue gently touched his and she spread her legs. Jamie moved, knelt between them and entered her, swiftly and none too gently.
He roared.
Claire did no seem to mind, rather, she smiled. God, she was slick. He took her, rode her hard and fast and by the end Jamie was crying her name... "Claire... Claaairrrre... Claaaairrrreeee... and sighed as he released. Jamie's arms shook as they held him above her while they kissed.
"I never ken it could be like that, Claire" Jamie whispered.
"Friends talked about it but I don't think I ever really believed them. One said it was like fireworks. And it is. Let me sleep just a little while and we can try again, if you'd like." She smiled.
"I've seen Fireworks in France. King Louis' Court. They would light them in honor of his birthday every year you see."
"You were invited to King Louis' Birthday Celebration, Jamie?"
"No. You did not have to be at the Palace to see the fireworks. You could see them from the Université." Jamie said and laughed. "I felt as if I were exploding. Twice. Once when you released and then again when I did." He kissed her forehead and rolled off her. He reached over and grabbed the blanket on the floor by the chair and covered them with it. He pulled Claire into his arms and she nestled into his chest. "When we do it again, I'd like us to explode together." He said.
Claire giggle and said, "I'd like that too Jamie."
Both were asleep instantly.
At first she thought it was a lovely dream she was having. She was in bed. Lallybroch. She could tell because of the bed. Naked. Ah, and Jamie. Kissing her. All over.
First her face -
He kissed her eyes.
"Left eyelid" Claire said. Then "Right eyelid."
He kissed her nose.
"Nasus" Claire said. "That's Latin for nose."
"I ken" he said.
He kissed her mouth.
"Lips" Claire said and sighed. "Again please"
And he obliged her.
He kissed her chin.
"Mentum" Claire said. "That's Latin for.."
"Chin. I ken." He laughed. Then he bit the tip of her chin gently.
She giggled.
He kissed down her throat. Four times.
"Faucium" She said with the first kiss.
"Duo" with the second.
"Tribus" with the third.
"Quattuor" with the fourth.
"Verra good Sassenach" and he kissed the depression at the base of her throat.
"Hum, I don't have a word for that spot." She said. "Except nice."
"Basis et Faucium, will work, no?" and he licked it before moving on. Base of throat
He made a slight detour to the left as he kissed the entire length of the clavicle and back then the repeat of the detour except to the right and then back.
"Iugulum. Primus reliquit, tum iustum" She said slowly because she was unsure. Clavicle. First left, then right
He kissed her breast bone. Once.
"Oh shit." she said.
"No, Sassenach. Not shite. Try again" He laughed.
"Um" she sighed. "Ad iugulum contendens?" she questioned.
He kissed her lips in reward then kissed her left breast.
"Ah, your favorite body part of mine, I believe. Lets see... Reliquit pectus and please administer equal attention to the adhibetn, if you would be so kind." left breast / nipple
Which he was only too happy to suckle. Then moved his attentions to the right side. He paid homage to both breast and nipple there as well.
"Tum pectus et adhibetn" She said. "Thank you very much." right breast and nipple
"Gratias tibi valde" He translated and then added "Grata sunt tibi valde." thank you very much / you are very welcome.
He continued his ministrations with another kiss to her breastbone.
"Too easy. It's a repeat. Ad iugulum contendens" She said and ran her fingers though his hair. "Te amo Jamie. In perpetuum." she added. I love you, Jamie. Forever.
He lifted his head, smiled at her and kissed her bellybutton.
"Oh. Alright I'm guessing on this one." She said. "Venter ipsum."
"Did ye mean to say Belly andButton, Sassenach?" He asked.
"Etaim" she replied. Yes
"Is that what ye call it then?" He asked.
"Yes," she said.
" 'tisimleag in Gàidhlig" He said. He placed a kiss on her stomach just below her bellybutton.
"That would be ventri uel matricis" Claire said with certainty. Stomach or Uterus
"I ken ventri but not matricis, Sassenach." Jamie said as he kissed her stomach again.
"The stomach is where your food is digested. The uterus is where a woman carries the fetus... or baby... or bairn until it is born. Two very different, seperate organs." She explained to him.
"So, I would no have such an organ then?" He asked.
"Well, most likely not. There have been some very special cases where men have had such a thing. There have been cases where women have had testicles as well. Sorry, balls as well."
Jamie looked up at her and laughed. "Now you are just trying to make me laugh. No man can bare a child, Sassenach and no woman has bàlaichean. Balls
"I'm serious Jamie. It's true. Not many. It is very abnormal. Unlikely. But there have been recorded cases. Honesty in all things. Remember?"
"Spread your legs, woman." He demanded.
She laughed. "Not me Jamie. I swear to you. I don't have testicles..."
And she laughed as he pushed her legs apart to check.
"Good" He said. And kissed her inner thighs.
She sighed as he placed a kiss on the very sensitive skin on the inner part of her thigh, very close to her vaginal opening. "Oh Jamie" she cooed "That's very nice. Primus femur interiorem."
He swiftly placed one on the right.
"Tuuummm femmmur Innnter...iorem" she struggled to voice. She hoped he would finish his fun soon. She could think of other pleasurable things they could be doing right now... She was certainly ready to entertain them.
Jamie had been thinking the same thing. He had reached is goal. His tongue darted out as he spread her legs wider and Claire stopped translating and began to moan most appreciatively.
She was most definitely not dreaming.