It's been days since Jamie came back to Claire's time. He was admitted to the hospital because of dehydration and hadn't eaten for days. One day, he showed up in the hallway, heard her voice, and was sure it was Claire—and he was right. Jamie had to stay a couple of nights, and Claire made sure to visit his room every day. They talked about the past and the present, filling each other in on their lives. And Claire told him about Brianna and how she and Frank went to London for the next six weeks.
Claire bought new clothes for Jamie because he needed to be dressed more modern. He only had to stay for one more night.
Claire was in her office, staring at the file of one of her patients. She couldn't find the cause of his symptoms. When Jamie walked in, showing off the outfit she bought him. Turning around, he gives her a show like he's on a catwalk. He made her laugh louder than anyone in her life. She had missed this. "You look good, but don't you dare cut your hair" she strokes his beautiful red locks. "I won't, Sassenach." Suddenly, she feels two hands on her hips, pushing her against the wall.
His fingers slips up into her hair, tangling and tugging gently, guiding her head back, ducking down to drop kisses along the length of her throat, and Claire is gasping and biting her lip. as their mouths find each other, wet and eager, tongues battling fiercely; she hooks one ankle around his thigh. between hers, and then she's not quite sure if she's rocking against him or he's squeezing her closer, but either way there's friction where she needs it most (shouldn't – there's a reason why she shouldn't, but it's escaping her just now).
And, oh, it's good friction, slow and firm, their mouths easing up just a bit to match it. Jamie sucks her lower lip between his and she exhales hard, both hands on his ass now, their hips rocking, grinding, and fuck, this is… This is good, this is really good.
She moans his name, runs her hands up his arms (he has good arms, they feel even better than they look, strong and sexy, he's strong and sexy, and God, this is a mistake but she doesn't care right now. Jamie's hand ventures further down finding her underwear and slipping his hand inside. when he discovers just how wet she actually is. She lets out a shaky exhale. He groans and drops his forehead to hers. And she wants him, shouldn't have sex with him because she's married even when she hasn't been in love and active in years with frank.
But she's soaked, hot and slippery under his touch, and it makes him want more of her, makes him want to sink to his knees right here and bury his face between her thighs, to taste her, to lick until she screams for him, until she's coming.
He lets his fingers slide through her wetness, slicks up the middle two and then sinks them into her slowly. She's hot, slippery, and they moan together at the feel of his fingers inside her. And then he starts to move, draws those two fingers in and out, shifting just so, and just there, searching, trying to find the angle and pressure she likes best. He presses up and in, and she lets out a desperate little Mmm! against his mouth, and Jamie grins, does it again, again.
She should stop this. This is a mistake, this is a bad idea, this is… delicious.
Toe-curling.
His hand is doing things and she should want him to stop but Stopping now won't keep him from having been knuckle-deep inside her, stopping now won't undo how incredibly inappropriate this was, stopping now won't make her feel any better about the fact that she let this go so far. But stopping now will mean she has to go home wet, and needy, and on the edge. Means she will end up with her own hand down her skirt and knuckle-deep inside of her, thinking of him, and not nearly as satisfied as she would be if she just… did the thing she shouldn't. But she's going to.
his hand starting to move faster, faster, harder, and ohhh, God, this was a good idea, but a bad idea, it feels so good, so good, finally being touched by him. It has her thighs starting to tremble, has her wishing she wasn't standing.
She opens her eyes again, finally, turning her head out of the kiss (he moves to her neck, sucks kisses along it in a way that makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand pleasantly on end), and staring at that door. Did they lock that door? She sure as hell didn't
When they hear the door opening.
"The door—"
she pushed Jamie off her and straightened her dress like nothing had happened. It was Joe. Her friend Claire cleared her throat and stared at him, not knowing what to say. "I'm Jamie," he introduced himself making sure not to shake hands, and so did Joe. Claire was so embarrassed, he hadn't seen anything, but still.
Jamie went back to his room, and Claire got all of her stuff because her shift was over. "Was that Jamie, your man you're always talking about?" Joe asked. "He is," she said, trying to suppress her smile.