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claire and jamie - intro

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[ When she talks about having a hot bath Jamie spares a glance over his shoulder to where the living area is. Hunting for a fireplace and some sort of pot. But Claire seems to have another plan. She waltzes right up to the fireplace and turns a knob before water comes rushing out. After a few moments he steps forward to run his fingers under the tap. He pulls them back. ]

Bloody hot.

[ He looks confused. More than confused. He knew this place would be different. He knew it the second he looked out and saw the great empty black. But now? He does not know. ]

How?

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Ah, careful. [She pushes his arm and hand back, not wanting him to touch again and get scalded. Another turn of a knob and the tests the water as it rushes into the tub, steam filling the small room. The tub isn't massive, but bigger than even the nice ones they had in Paris. Not that he'd remember their apartment there, of course.]

Elsewhere in the building there's likely a thing called a boiler. Does what it sounds like--it boils water, and pipes bring it here to us.

[And it's amazing. Turning to him, she smiles, happy to share this.]

Go on, off with those clothes.

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[ She knows him too well. He would have indeed reached out to touch again. Most likely burning himself once more in the process. He lets Claire do her work. She knows more about it than him. Better at this sort of thing it seems. Given that she's been here quite a bit longer. ]

That's very clever of them.

[ A boiler. Boils water and just loops it back around to here. ]

Ye dinnae want to help?

[ He cocks a brow. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

You have two hands, Mr. Fraser. [Both functioning at full capacity. But, smiling, she lets the tub fill as she turns towards him, starting with the stock at his neck.]

But I do suppose this falls under wifely duties.

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I do have two hands, Sassenach, but yer hands have always just been a wee bit better at helping me.

[ He gives her a smile as she comes forward and gives into his request. He smiles wide and very proud of himself. ]

It truly does.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[She's done this hundreds of times. It's muscle memory the way she undresses him, peeling away jacket and vest until he's down to his shirt. That's when her attention goes to his belt, and she begins to undo the buckle.]

We'll have to see about getting you some extra clothes, too.

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[ He's not had her undress him often. Though it seems she's memorized it. He hides whatever he's feeling when she gets it all done relatively quick. He supposes that undressing someone isn't that difficult. Especially considering how long Claire has been with them. ]

Why? I've got fine clothes.

[ Why would he need more? Though maybe an extra jacket or two along with some shirts would help. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Belt, kilt, and then shirt. Another confirmation of things not being quite right. Her palm presses to his ribs, where a scar should sit dark on his pale skin. There's nothing there.]

You do, but I don't know how all this wool will do with autumn here. Might be a tad too warm.