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[nineteenfortyfive]

[Funny, she'd forgotten her clothes were wet with all this cuddling up to one another. A glance down and she can see the wool of her skirt is dark. Same with his kilt and jacket, too.]

Only if you allow me to do the same.

[It's not often that they have the privacy to undress one another. Just the wedding, really, and stolen moments with skirts and kilts pushed up. Even on the road they slept fully clothed, nestled close, but clothed all the same.]

I'd like to see you again.

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[ It was safer to sleep that way while on the road. Ready to move if they must and ready to defend his wife as well. He couldn't very well do that properly out of his clothes now could he? Well, maybe, but it would be a wee bit more difficult with all the bits and bobs flying about. He would prefer to keep things covered and protected if that was at all possible.

But fair is fair. If he gets to have a look at her then she could should get the same. They have the privacy. They have the room. Jamie smiles slowly and nods his head. ]

Aye. Ye will. Let's get ye warm now shall we?

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I believe you were the one that was cold. [Pointed out with a smile and another brief kiss to his lips. She'll have to get off his lap at some point, but she can at least push off his jacket from this spot.]

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[ That quick wit of hers. He's always been attracted to it. Not afraid to bark right back. Another wide grin. He's not cold and she knows that. She's the one with ice for extremities. All well and good really. Because he'll be sure to warm them right up once given the chance. ]

True enough, Sassenach.

[ He doesn't fight her when she pushes his jacket off. He's certain she'll find he's very warm. ]

Ye ken the best thing for the cold? Body heat.

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Oh, is that so? [She chuckles, finding him quite warm indeed, even as she unbuttons layer after layer. More things to be shoved off his shoulders until his chest is bare. He's quite broad chested--and Claire isn't shy about touching him, feeling the muscle beneath her palms.]

God, you're like a furnace.

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Aye. I wouldnae lie to ye.

[ He watches her quick fingers make fast work of his buttons though. Going through all his layers until she has exactly what she wants. Though it does occur to him now that she's somehow managed to get what she wanted before him. Sounds about right. She's clever that way. Besides it's not like it's bad. Her hands are free to roam like this.

Difficult for Jamie to mask the sigh of contentment when she starts to touch. ]

Is that a good thing?

[ How dare you use words he's not familiar with yet, Claire. ]

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[Sometimes she forgets that this is the only womanly touch he's known. She's his first. It makes her want to lavish him with attention, and so she does, hands sliding over his chest and shoulders, memorizing the lines and curves.]

It is. I won't feel the cold at all tonight.

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[ Maybe he once had romantic notions of wedding himself to a virgin and the two of them both embarking on that journey, but he quickly learned that was foolish. He learned through Claire that marrying a woman with a bit of experience served him well. A woman that knew what she wanted and just how to get it. She was remarkable. ]

Good. I would hate for my wife to grow cold through the night.

[ Jamie's hand snakes around to her back to quietly pluck at laces. He's not subtle, but he doesn't announce what he's doing either. ]

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[She lets him do as he pleases. There's no attempt to stop him, and she's more than happy to let him practice undressing her. At least, should she leave, he'll know what to do next time around.

Not a time for thoughts like that.]

Truth be told, I haven't felt the cold in some time.

[Not since they wed.]

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[ As far as Jamie is concerned she will be it. The beginning and the end of everything. He'll love her forever. Everything inside of him knows that as well. Sometimes he worries she doesn't quite. Or maybe she doesn't believe him. Doesn't believe in his devotion. ]

You havenae? Good.

[ He leans in to plant a kiss on the side of her neck. ]

I am glad for that, mo nighean donn.

[ His voice drops to a whisper. ]

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[Claire sighs, tilting her head, inviting him to kiss her some more.]

And you, Jamie? Have I been keeping you warm?

[Even if it's just her face pressed into the crook of his neck most nights.]

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[ There's a soft hum from Jamie as he struggles to find words. Which always seems to be the case with Claire. Talking to women has never been an issue for Jamie. He's always done just fine, but Claire renders him speechless like this. He melts completely under her touch. ]

Aye. I feel as though my skin could burn you with a single touch, Claire.

[ That's how out of control she makes him feel. How warm she makes him at night. ]

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[Her head lifts so she can kiss him. A little more forceful this time, her hand gripping the back of his hair, but just as brief. Almost as if she doesn't want to push too hard.]

You always know what to say.

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[ Whenever she does push it always leaves Jamie's fingers and toes just a wee bit numb. Like she's sucked all the feeling right out of him. It's a curious feeling he's not been able to describe properly really. Other than sometimes he's certain she's pulling his soul right out of him. Especially when she kisses him like that. With all the force he puts behind a swing of his blade. ]

I do believe it is ye, Claire. Whenever I'm around you--I feel as though the words just flow from me.

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[She's sure he's whispered plenty a sweet word to young ladies when getting that education in Paris. As he said, he was a virgin, not a monk. Claire looks up at him, smitten, and returns to combing back his damp hair with her fingers.]

I'm glad you don't hold it back.

[Even though she holds back so much from him.]

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[ But he knows nothing was ever as easy as this. Nothing came as naturally as speaking to Claire. It's like a fire was lit the day he married her and all it's done is manage to burn brighter and more fierce. Destroying the notion of any other lass in it's path. ]

Ne'er with you, Sassenach.

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[Another smile for him in place of things she can't say. As her fingers work through his hair, she lifts a red curl about her index finger.]

Your hair is the most stunning shade of red, you know. [No shortage of gingers in Scotland, but his is gorgeous. Nothing to do with the man it belongs to, of course.] I can see it even in this light.

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[ He really could not say how many women have touched his curls in the past. Likely a large number, but somehow when Claire does it there's a different feeling behind it. One that courses through him like a bolt of lightning he's certain. ]

Dinnae believe I've had a woman compliment my hair before.

[ Mostly because it is quite common here. ]

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But you've not been without compliments, surely. Or am I the only one privy to the gossip of the kitchen maids and servants?

[Young and old, they all had an opinion about Jamie. All favorable, and mostly all about his appearance. She can only imagine the looks on their faces when the news reaches them. Likely long before they set foot back into castle Leoch. Jamie, the most handsome young man in the area, wed to the sassenach.]

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[ He's not saying he's been without compliments. But the lasses he has spent time with don't spend too much time talking to him about his hair. Neither do the ones he just knows in passing. But he's not sure he knows what she's speaking of. Not really. ]

All they'll have is their clash now.

[ If you're going to fit in, Claire, you've got to know how. ]

They certainly wilnae be gettin' the specifics from me.

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[Claire shakes her head with a laugh.]

What?

[Sometimes it's like he's speaking another language entirely. Because he is.]

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Their clash. Their gossip.

[ She's lucky he went to school in Paris. Sometimes it seems like she's speaking her own language herself, but sometimes he can make sense of it. Especially when he's familiar. ]

What do they say? Should I be worried?

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No. They were all good things, if not a little crass.

[She's done a good job of combing his hair back with only her fingers, and then her hands move to his face, on either side. He'll come to learn she likes touching his face. Most kisses, at least, involve a touch to his cheek.]

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Have ye been talking crassly about me to other lassies, Sassenach?

[ He has come to terms with the touching. He likes it. Though she has absolutely no problem making the first move with him when she likes there's that gentle part of her. The one that combs her fingers through his hair and strokes his cheek. The one that looks him right in the eyes when he's inside of her. It leaves Jamie feeling like he's gone and left his body. ]

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[It shouldn't be so easy to look him in the eye at all times. Every time she does it, she sees something new, something that makes her... happy, simply. At ease. Just like now.]

Never. Sorry to disappoint you.