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[ The laughter does absolutely nothing. It could mean she's telling the truth or lying to taunt him. Either way it just makes him more flustered. ]

As yer husband ye should want to tell me. Come now.

[Oh, this poor young man. Claire laughs more, and slowly tips onto her side on their makeshift bed, rolling herself off his lap.]

[ He's looking more and more red faced as she continues to laugh. Refusing to tell him anything. He's starting to feel more like she's laughing at him. ]

Are ye laughin' at me, Claire? I dinnae find it very funny.

[Unfortunately, she finds that adorable. Her laughter continues, hair sticking to her face, though soon it subsides enough for her to speak.]

I find it hilarious. Where did your sense of humor go?

[ He has a sense of humor. It's just better to be aware of what the thing is that has her laughing so. He could handle it when she laughed at him when he thought the only way to have sex was the back way. Because even he knew it was foolish once he said it. But she won't give him a straight answer about Mrs. Fitz. ]

Ye hinnae told me why I should be laughin' though. Did she not say such a thing? Is that why ye cannae stop?

If you could see your face, you'd be laughing.

[Still not answering anything, Claire.]

[ At this point he doesn't think he'll ever get a full answer from Claire. Which is why now that she's on the bed and off his lap he can move in properly. His fingers moves to press to her sides and he starts to tickle. If she's going to laugh she at least deserves a real reason to be laughing. ]

Jamie!

[It's a loud yelp amidst renewed laughter, and while she squirms, there's no real attempt to escape him. Her skirts tangle around her legs. There's no escape even if she wanted--he easily dwarfs her.]

If ye going to laugh, Sassenach, ye should have something to laugh at.

[ He doesn't care if her laughter echoes throughout the inn. Maybe it'll disturb Dougal and the others. But it's not as if they haven't disturbed Jamie in the past with a woman. Besides they're hardly doing anything.

Jamie does lean down closer as his fingers continue to wander and tickle. He's all smiles now. Funny how that works. ]

[But she did have something to laugh at: his face. Claire tries to lift up, trying to steal a kiss. And maybe distract him with it.]

[ She's a clever woman, his wife. It's one of the reasons he loves her. She knows about Jamie's want. His desire. He's expressed it enough. She'll certainly try to use it against him by trying to pull him down into a kiss.

He could pull away. But he doesn't. Instead Jamie leans down to kiss her. ]

[Better. She breaks the kiss to catch her breath, the tickling stolen much of it, and then her lips are on his again. Her hands move down his back, feeling him, undeterred by the scars or how her fingers catch on the particularly deep grooves in his flesh.]

Do I need to be forgiven?

[ Whatever ideas or notions he had in his head before do seem to melt when he's this close to her. When her lips are on his and he can practically feel her own heart beating against his chest. It makes his blood run hot. She has this way about her. ]

Aye. I think ye do.

Forgive me, then.

[While her hands gently grip his back and she kisses him again. This time, her tongue seeks to part his lips.]

[ He doesn't get a chance to speak again. She's already kissing him and pulling him into her. Her tongue parting his lips to find his own. That leaves Jamie's body tingling. Every single time.

That kiss is only broken for a second. ]

Forgiven.

[ Long before she ever did anything wrong. Or laughed. Or any of it. Jamie kisses her again this time with his own heat. ]

[If only marriage was truly that simple. He'll feel her smile as they kiss, their bed comfortable beneath her back, and better yet when she tugs him down a bit more against her. Not enough to crush, but enough to press.]

[ He's learned his lesson about laying on her completely. She told him on their wedding night that he was crushing her. He doesn't wish to repeat the same mistake. When she pulls him down he doesn't completely give in and let his body cave on hers. He tries to keep some of it elevated. Keeping his wife comfortable.

Though he's keenly aware that his top half is bare and she's still very clothed. ]

Sassenach, ye'v got too much on.

[ His voice is barely above a whisper.

Unless she's trying to repeat what they do out on the roads. Where getting undressed is not possible or practical. ]

[Another bout of laughter, tiny little giggles against his lips.]

Then complete your task, Jamie.

[She's much better at undressing him than he is her.]

[ She's got all sorts of layers on. He can't be mocked too much because she distracted him from his task before. But that means getting up as much as he hates that. He presses a hand against the mattress and pushes himself upward. He grabs the bed frame to rise to his feet and listens to it creak under the pressure. It certainly wouldn't support the two of them.

Jamie holds out a hand to help her onto her feet. ]

[Pity that he has to move, but Claire's not too fussed when he offers his hand. She takes it, and trusts that he'll have no problem hauling her to her feet.]

[ It's a pity indeed, but getting a lady out of her clothes isn't easily done flat. One must be upright. Makes the task go by a bit quicker.

He does indeed haul her to her feet. His hands move upward and he removes the silk scarf with quick hands. He pulls it free and lets it float to the ground. Next come the laces in the front. Plucking at them idly as he looks at her with a crooked smile. ]

Easier than the wedding dress, isn't it?

[Far less complicated, and she's not as tightly strapped into the clothing. She wouldn't have been able to get out of her wedding dress without his help. This? She could manage, but she's happy to watch him work.]

[ He gives her a smile as he looks up at her. She's right. It's easier to manage than the wedding dress. With the ties that went on for days. Jamie thought he'd be pulling at the laces until dawn. But these go by quickly until he's pushing it off her shoulders entirely.

Without a word he grabs her waist and uses his hold to spin her away from him. Helping her out of her skirts next. Another task with less to do. His foot kicks the heap of fabric away from them. Down to her shift he presses in behind her. ]

I dinnae think I'll ever tire of undressing ye, Claire.

[She gives a surprised laugh--she trusts him, but it's almost a bit... fun, to be manhandled by him so boldly. Her hands reach for his arms, drawing them securely around her waist.]

Now, if only I could train you how to dress me in the mornings...

[ He snuggles in tightly with his face pressing into the crook of her neck when she draws his arms around her. Jamie smiles against her skin and breathes her in. Letting her completely overtake his senses. He could drown in her and be a very happy man. ]

Dinnae think ye'd want that. Would likely not finish and pull ye back to the bed with me.

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