[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. ]
[ 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. ]
[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.
[Yes, it would be, especially with the whole party waiting for them. Claire leans back into him, trusting that broad chest and those strong arms to keep her steady.]
[ Because that's not how he intends for it to go tonight. Once she does he uses his hold on the sides of the shift to lift it up and off her body. It's thrown elsewhere. ]
Lay on the bed for me.
[ He can be bossy too. Also he has his kilt and boots to contend with. ]
[ It's the best way for her to be if you asked Jamie. She's absolutely beautiful like this. When he finally was graced with her beauty on their wedding day he thought for certain he stopped breathing. ]
My kilt.
[ Meaning it's much easier to get off when he's standing. Though not impossible. Far simpler than her dress. He could lift it, but he doesn't want that. ]
[A kilt is much easier to get off than most clothing. She smiles, reaching around him to untuck it from where it holds itself up. As soon as it drops onto their bed, she looks down at him.]
[ It's not difficult to get off. A little more difficult to get on in the mornings, but she takes it off with an ease. Jamie actually smiles. She's learning. ]
Well.
[ He reaches down to remove his boots. A little bit of a hop until they're both tossed away. ]
[ If the bed was in the frame they would have been able to go down together. Since he moved it to the floor if they both went down there was a very good chance of Jamie crushing her. He would prefer not to crush his bride.
He smiles when she encourages him to warm her up. After telling him before that she wasn't cold.
Down he does go. Laid out over her, but with one hand against the bedding to keep him from crushing her against it entirely. She needs to be able to breathe. ]
[ He's very eager with her. Always. Though he's less of a quick starter since their first time together.
There's no audible response from Jamie. Why would he stop just to say one word. Instead he lets his kisses wander down to her chest where he hardly ever gets to go when they're bunching up fabric and going at it in the dirt. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
stripebacked) wrote2017-07-28 06:07 pm
no subject
no subject
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. ]
no subject
Then complete your task, Jamie.
[She's much better at undressing him than he is her.]
no subject
Jamie holds out a hand to help her onto her feet. ]
no subject
no subject
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. ]
no subject
[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.]
no subject
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.
no subject
Now, if only I could train you how to dress me in the mornings...
no subject
Dinnae think ye'd want that. Would likely not finish and pull ye back to the bed with me.
no subject
[Yes, it would be, especially with the whole party waiting for them. Claire leans back into him, trusting that broad chest and those strong arms to keep her steady.]
no subject
[ He kisses a spot behind her ear. It's always good when they get moments like this alone. Just the two of them. ]
But the others could take offense to us making them wait while I have my way with ye.
[ He starts to bunch her shift up at the sides. ]
no subject
[Other way, Jamie.]
no subject
[ He's not going to admit to that. ]
no subject
[Half the time. She thinks they're pretty fair when it comes to that.]
no subject
[ Because that's not how he intends for it to go tonight. Once she does he uses his hold on the sides of the shift to lift it up and off her body. It's thrown elsewhere. ]
Lay on the bed for me.
[ He can be bossy too. Also he has his kilt and boots to contend with. ]
no subject
With me.
no subject
My kilt.
[ Meaning it's much easier to get off when he's standing. Though not impossible. Far simpler than her dress. He could lift it, but he doesn't want that. ]
no subject
Well?
no subject
Well.
[ He reaches down to remove his boots. A little bit of a hop until they're both tossed away. ]
Down we go.
no subject
Warm me up, Jamie. I'm cold.
[Not terribly, but any reason is a good reason to cuddle up.]
to bed ma'am
He smiles when she encourages him to warm her up. After telling him before that she wasn't cold.
Down he does go. Laid out over her, but with one hand against the bedding to keep him from crushing her against it entirely. She needs to be able to breathe. ]
Aye. [ He kisses her without another thought. ]
no subject
Are you comfortable?
[A question between kisses.]
Ah yeah random icon time
There's no audible response from Jamie. Why would he stop just to say one word. Instead he lets his kisses wander down to her chest where he hardly ever gets to go when they're bunching up fabric and going at it in the dirt. ]
je suis prest
I suppose so.
It just knew
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)