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[nineteenfortyfive]

Mrs. Fitz had some detailed expectations of what was under your clothing.

[She grins at him, fingers playing with the hair by his ear. She might not be making that one up.]

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[ He wasn't quite expecting her to offer up that information. But then again that's just Claire for you. Constantly finding ways to kick your feet out from underneath you in the most interesting way possible.

It's difficult to say, but he certainly looks confused by this. ]

Truly?

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[Oh, that face. Hard to believe sometimes he was a mercenary, a solider in a war. Claire laughs, having to turn away, and covering her mouth with her hands so she doesn't wake up the whole building.

And yet? No answer.]

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[ He wasn't the best mercenary money could buy, Claire. He's allowed to be confused and a little nervous when she informs him that Mrs. Fitz is going about talking to people about what goes on underneath his kilt. He's never going to be able to look her in the eyes again. He's certain.

When she starts to laugh he frowns. More confused. ]

Ye just being cruel now. Did she say those things?

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And betray my own sex? Shame, Jamie.

[Though the increasing laughter might clue him in. She can't look at him.]

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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.

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

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[ 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.

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[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?

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[ 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?

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

[Still not answering anything, Claire.]

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[ 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. ]

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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.]

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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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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?

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[ 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.

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Forgive me, then.

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

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[ 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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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.]