[ That shudder runs right through him. He's not had a solid female form pressed up to him in quite some time. Everything courses through him and it's a wee bit addicting to tell the truth. It leaves a warmth in the pit of his stomach that seems to spread outwards. Reaching into the deepest and darkest parts of his soul. Jamie doesn't seem to be in a rush to move away. He doesn't seem to be hurrying to put distance between them. He's content to be here with her.
If what she wants is refusal that's not difficult to obtain. Jamie's a little shit. Even on his worst days. Saying no simply because he was ordered isn't that difficult. He smiles at her and he gives her a look. He glances at the bar for half a second before he focuses right back on Rosalind. He doesn't seem to be racing over there to do as she ordered. Orders have never been a James Fraser specialty. ]
Yer a wee bit bossy.
[ The hand on the small of her back attempts to pull her in closer. The air feels heavier. Jamie's not sure why, but somehow leaning into this feeling is far better. ]
no subject
If what she wants is refusal that's not difficult to obtain. Jamie's a little shit. Even on his worst days. Saying no simply because he was ordered isn't that difficult. He smiles at her and he gives her a look. He glances at the bar for half a second before he focuses right back on Rosalind. He doesn't seem to be racing over there to do as she ordered. Orders have never been a James Fraser specialty. ]
Yer a wee bit bossy.
[ The hand on the small of her back attempts to pull her in closer. The air feels heavier. Jamie's not sure why, but somehow leaning into this feeling is far better. ]
Ask a bit nicer.