[ 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. ]
[ She might feel the familiar tug of a smile on his lips against her chest. Can you blame him, Claire? They spend the moments they do have together alone and quiet trying to enjoy each other under fabric. It doesn't ever bother him one bit, but now he's got a real chance.
Too much talking. Means he's not doing his job right. His job of pleasing his wife. His tongue snakes out go run along and over her nipple. Soft sucking kisses placed as well. ]
[ Jamie can't help, but smile along with her. Not exactly what he was going for with Claire, but certainly still very amusing. Though the time for tickling is more than done. ]
If ye like I could pop out to make it a wee bit easier on ye.
You'd best not. You're naked and it's cold. [Clearly the only reasons not to leave. A hand on his cheek guides him to lift his head so she can look at his face in the candlelight. She doesn't like the thought of him leaving. Not the room, not this spot.
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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. ]
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Well?
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Well.
[ He reaches down to remove his boots. A little bit of a hop until they're both tossed away. ]
Down we go.
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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. ]
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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
Too much talking. Means he's not doing his job right. His job of pleasing his wife. His tongue snakes out go run along and over her nipple. Soft sucking kisses placed as well. ]
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Careful. That beard tickles.
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If ye like I could pop out to make it a wee bit easier on ye.
[ She's not going to be choosing that. ]
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How is she ever going to walk away from him?]