[She laughs, quietly and surprisingly lightly, but an orgasm does wonders for her spirits. Besides: of all the people she knows here, she knows she has little to fear from Jamie Fraser. He won't hear her laugh and think her suddenly foolish or incapable.]
I bet you wouldn't.
[She squirms pointedly, pleased despite herself he'd finished in her. It is claiming, though she'd never admit it out loud, and though they might never be in love, it's nice to be claimed.
He ought to finish on her next, she thinks, and tips her head, nosing idly against him.]
Filthy thing . . . what was that you were saying?
[Those curses, she means, and her tongue is clumsy as she tries to repeat them.]
no subject
I bet you wouldn't.
[She squirms pointedly, pleased despite herself he'd finished in her. It is claiming, though she'd never admit it out loud, and though they might never be in love, it's nice to be claimed.
He ought to finish on her next, she thinks, and tips her head, nosing idly against him.]
Filthy thing . . . what was that you were saying?
[Those curses, she means, and her tongue is clumsy as she tries to repeat them.]