#mctavish and beauchamp

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Outlander (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Claire Beauchamp/Dougal MacKenzie Characters: Dougal MacKenzie, Claire Beauchamp, Jamie Fraser, Jonathan "Black Jack" Randall Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Episode: s01e06 The Garrison Commander, Episode: s01e07 The Wedding, Episode: s01e08 Both Sides Now, Character Study, Dougal Mackenzie POV, Dougal Mackenzie is in love, and hates it, Guard dog behavior, Pining, Mentions of attempted rape (Jonathan Randall's introduction) Summary:

If there was one thing Dougal Mackenzie was good at, it was protecting someone capable, but disadvantaged. He’d pledged his life to Colum and he’d readily pledge it to Claire.

If only she’d have him.

OR

Dougal Mackenzie is grappling with his feelings for Claire

[annagoober]

TBT: Here’s a spicy story from 2018 written by beekathony . Please enjoy “McTavish and Beauchamp”

[pseudonym-lux]

THE CAST OF LABOUR OF LOVE (ACT ONE)

AOIFE MACBETH portrayed by eleanor tomlinson

CIARAN DUNSMORE portrayed by aiden turner

LANE CRAWFORD portrayed by claire foy

PATRICK MACBETH portrayed by ewan macgregor

RYAN BLACKWOOD portrayed by nicholas hoult

CAILEAN BLACKWOOD portrayed by nicholas hoult

CLAIRE BEAUCHAMP portrayed by caitriona balfe

JAMIE FRASER portrayed by sam heughan

MURTAGH FITZGIBBONS portrayed by duncan lacroix

DOUGAL MACKENZIE portrayed by graham mctavish

GEILLIS DUNCAN portrayed by lotte verbeek

"BLACK JACK" RANDALL portrayed by tobias menzies

RUPERT MACKENZIE portrayed by grant o'rourke

ANGUS MHOR portrayed by stephen walters

JENNY MURRAY portrayed by laura donnelly

IAN MURRAY portrayed by steven cree

reading links wattpad | ao3

[renee-writer]

Frank Chapter 32

AO3

“I would be sleeping with one eye open, were I you, once the castle finds out you are marrying the wee fox.”

 

She is at her home, fetching herbs and potions she doesn’t have herself.

 

“Why is that?”

 

Geillis laughs. “He is the most sought after suitor. Many a lass would love to be in your shoes, including your ex’s intended.”

 

“Laoghaire! They haven’t , have they?”

 

“Lain together? No. He won’t have a thing to do with her to her frustration. She came to me for a love potion once. I suspect it was for Jamie. It pleases me it didn’t work.”

 

“Me as well. Do they?”

 

The other woman waves her arm. “Only if both parties really want it too. An excuse, eh, to do as the heart wants,” She studies her as they pound spices, “it is a love match between you and Jamie, is it not?”

 

“Yes. I thought I loved Frank, truly. But, it was more then just the cheating, I realized I never loved him. He was easy. After my parents died, then my uncle that raised me, he was there when I needed someone but…”

Geillis leans in closer. The lass has a secret. Is she about to reveal it?

 

“Pardon Mistress Duncan,” her maid interrupts them, “but Mr. McTavish is here for Mistress Beauchamp.”

 

“Pardon ladies, but if we don’t get back to Leoch soon, we will be caught in the storm.”

 

They hear the rumble of thunder outside the window.

 

“Oh no! Yes we must go. Thank you Geillis for everything.” She gathers up the little parcels.

 

“Aye, we must do it again, soon.”

 

“Absolutely.”

[anon-argentine]

Hey, outlander fanfic writers, I have a proposition for you.

Genderbent Claire and Jaime.

WW2 Army Physician Clarence Beauchamp is on a trip with his friend Frank in Scotland, to celebrate the end of the war. Druids, stones, he finds himself in the 18th century. Enter a group of Scots that save him from Randall (who uncannily resembles Frank), and with them a fearless red-headed Scottish woman named Jenny. (Yes, in this AU, Jenny is Jaime laird of Lallybroch while his rebel sister is thought to be dead).

Jenny McTavish seems to have the respect of all the men that surround her, they treat her like one of their own. Clarence later learns of the bounty on Red Jenny’s head, etc, etc.

Plot goes along essentially the same. Clarence is taken to Castle Leoch, he wins their tentative respect due to his prowess as a healer. Jack Randall is trying to get him, Dougal still has him marry Jenny so that Clarence has some legal clan protection. Any other changes to characters and plot are up to you.

Someone tag me when they write this, I’d love to read it.

[bee-kathony]

McTavish & Beauchamp | Ch. 28 “Everything I Need”

a/n: Hello! I’m so sorry it’s been so long since I last updated this, thank you for being patient with me! And thank you @julesbeauchamp for this beautiful moodboard! 

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May 6th, 1747 

Home. It had been weeks since we’d been there. Our visit to Leoch had been extended once we found out about Jamie’s father. While we were there, Colum had died, leaving everything to his son Hamish. I knew Jamie was sad about his uncle’s passing, but having his father by his side, lifted his spirits tremendously.

Jamie and I had a few rough days after his kiss with Laoghaire, but our marriage was strong and had survived much worse.

The journey back to Lallybroch was quick, as we were all anxious to return. Brian most of all.

“Do ye think Jenny will recognize me?” Brian said as we walked up the path leading to Lallybroch. We hadn’t bothered writing a letter to Jenny to try and explain how their father was possibly still alive. This was something one needed to see to believe.

“Aye, of course, Da. Tis been 8 years and ye dinna look all that different. Perhaps lost a couple stone,” Jamie said laughing as he hit his father on the stomach.

“And her bairns, how many does she have?” Brian smiled.

“Two,” I said. “But she’s pregnant with another, almost ready to give birth again. There’s Young Jamie and then wee Maggie who is just a few months older than our Faith.”

“Faith and then the lad William…” Brian said. We had spent the journey back telling him about our children and Jenny and Ian’s children. He had laughed when he found out that Ian had married Jenny.

“I always liked the lad, the two of ye got into so much trouble as lads,” Brian laughed over our meal of rabbit one night on the road. “I canna even count the times I used my belt on the pair of ye.”

“I can,” Jamie winced, shifting slightly as if just the mention of a beating hurt his backside.

“So Claire, my son told me a bit about the two of ye on the way back to Leoch,” Brian turned to me, his dark eyes shining across the glow of the fire. “What’s a lovely Sassenach like yerself marryin’ a farmer lad from the Highlands?”

“Well I suppose I didn’t have much choice,” I smiled over my plate. “It was either marry someone for protection or be furthered questioned for being an English spy.”

“Aye, but what she’s no tellin’ ye is that she did have a wee bit of choice in it,” Jamie smirked, glancing over at me. “Dougal told her she needed to marry someone and my Sassenach offered up my name first.”

“Ahhh,” Brian smiled, nodding his head and I felt a heat rising in my cheeks.

“If you put it that way, then yes,” I grinned. “I did have a choice, but then I didn’t really — not when it came to loving you,” I said softly, looking over at Jamie.

Leaning over, Jamie kissed me before turning back to his food, his cheeks a bit more red than they were before.

“All that to say, Mr. Fraser—“

“Tis Brian or Da if ye like…” Brian said, his hand reaching out to hold mine.

“Da,” I said softly only because any louder and my voice would have betrayed the emotion I felt at having him ask to call him Da. “I love you son dearly, and I may be a Sassenach, but I feel that I belong in the Highlands among the heather and moor.”

“Aye, ye do lass,” Brian squeezed my hand. “Ye belong wi’ us.”

It was two days after feeling so accepted by Jamie’s father that we arrived to Lallybroch. I could sense the nervousness from Brian — the same tense set of his shoulders and fierce looking eyes that Jamie had.

Brian Fraser… resurrected.

Before we went inside or called anyone out to us, Jamie and Brian tied up the horses, removing the saddles and our belongings.

“It’ll be alright,” I heard Jamie say to his father. It was so interesting to watch Jamie and his father interact. From all the stories Jamie had told me of him, he was not at all what I expected, but he had been imprisoned for eight years — that would change anyone.

The sound of our horses and general arrival must have been heard from inside and I turned to see Jenny in the doorway.

“Jenny….” Jamie looked at his sister as she crossed the threshold, a wide smile on her lips. We watched as her face shifted from a look of happiness to one of confusion and finally shock.

“Who is that?” She said softly as she took the final step off the stairs.

“There is a lot that I need to explain to ye, Janet,” Jamie reached for her hand, she was trembling as she looked behind him at her father. “It’s Da, he’s alive.”

Jenny looked at Jamie, her eyes pleading with him for the truth, for this to not be a dream. I knew the last thing she expected was to see her father, alive after all this time.

“That’s no possible. I saw him buried in the ground nearly eight years ago wi’ my own eyes,” Jenny’s lip quivered and I wanted so badly to hug her. She was always so strong, always holding it together so that others could lean upon her.

“Dougal did this, Jenny.” Jamie cupped her cheek and turned her face to look at him.

“I—“ she started and then pushed past him, her eyes focused on Brian. “Is it true?”

Brian looked at his daughter, tears in his eyes, “Aye, my lass. It is.”

“Then ye better be able to explain to me why I thought ye to be dead!” She took the final few steps and launched herself into her father’s arm, nearly knocking him over. Brian wrapped his arms around her, holding her shaking form to him. Tears of my own fell down my cheeks as I watched father and daughter reunite.

“Come, Sassenach.” Jamie took my hand, “Best to leave them on their own for a bit.”

I followed him into the house, and was immediately greeted by two small children, shouting and jumping at the both of us. Falling to my knees, I embraced my children, hugging them so tight, Faith complained that she couldn’t breathe.

“Oh I’m sorry, darling, I just missed you so much!” I kissed her cheek and then pulled Willie onto my lap. His small hands reached up to my face, “Mama!”

“Hello, my love,” I smiled and held him close. “Mama and Da missed you so so much, we didn’t mean to be gone for so long.”

“Aye, mo chuisle,” Jamie said and kissed Faith on the cheek. “But we’ve brought someone back wi’ us. He’s yer grandda, my own father.”

“Where did you get him?” Faith asked curiously as she squished Jamie’s cheeks together.

“We brought him from a far away place, a leannan. I havena seen him in a verra long time and yer Da is verra happy to have him here,” Jamie kissed her cheek again and then stood, picking her up in his arms. Reaching out a hand for me, he pulled me to my feet and I grabbed Willie’s hand, helping him to walk towards the couch.

“Jamie!” Ian came hobbling from the study, reaching out one arm to him. “Tis good to see ye both. Yer bairns wouldna stop askin’ when you would be comin’ home.”

“At least they asked for us,” I smiled as I sat down on the couch, sighing as the pressure was relieved from my back. William crawled up next to me, laying his head in my lap. Faith sat at my feet, tugging on the hem of my dress.

“Yes, what is is darling?”

“Promise not to go away again?”

My heart nearly broke at her small sweet voice, “Oh I promise! I can’t stand being away from you for even a minute!”

Giggling, Faith smiled and crawled up to sit on the other side of me. I shut my eyes as I held both of my children against me, feeling comfort in their little bodies.

“Ian, there’s somethi’ ye should know,” Jamie said softly. “My Da… is alive. I ken it sounds impossible and like I’m makin’ it up, but Jenny is outside wi’ him now.”

“Alive?” Ian said. “What? Where has he been then?”

“In prison,” Jamie said and then filled in Ian on the story of Brian’s mistaken imprisonment by Dougal MacKenzie.

I must have dozed off briefly, because when I opened my eyes, Jamie was sitting beside me with Faith on his lap and Ian, Jenny and Brian were all with us in the living room. Slowly, I sat up, adjusting a sleeping Willie on my lap.

“Good afternoon, mo nighean,” Jamie whispered to me, kissing my forehead.

“Those bastards,” Jenny barked. “If Colum and Dougal MacKenzie werena already dead and buried, I’d find them myself and put them right back where they belong!”

I caught on rather quickly to the conversation at hand. Now everyone was filled in and it was Jenny’s turn to be enraged over her own kinsmen’s actions. Jamie had once told me that Jenny had never actually met their uncles and I thought that was probably for the best.

“I just canna believe that I buried a stranger’s body all those years ago,” Jenny said as she sat back. “I was stricken wi’ grief at knowin’ Jamie was beaten within an inch of his life and then father, ye—“ she choked and Ian slid his arm around her trembling shoulders. “In my wildest dreams, I didna ever think I’d see ye again.”

“I’m here, a leannan,” Brian smiled at his daughter. “I’m not goin’ anywhere ever again.”

It was a touching scene, to see family reunited after so long and under such tragic circumstances. I thought of my own parents and of my Uncle Lamb who had raised me. My parents died when I was so young — I wouldn’t be able to recognize them on the street if I saw them. And my Uncle had died many years ago, but the thought of seeing any of them, even just for a moment brought tears to my eyes.

Jamie sensed something in me and placed a kiss against my temple, bringing his thumb to brush away the fallen tear from my eye.

“Weel,” he said to everyone. “We’ve been on the road for awhile and I’m afraid my pregnant wife willna last much longer in everyone’s company.”

“I’m so sorry everyone,” I said and then yawned as if on cue. “I’m so glad to be back, to be home.”

“We’re glad to have ye both back. To have ye all,” Jenny smiled, looking over at her father. “I thought ye might be bringin’ books back wi’ ye from Leoch — I didna expect what ye did bring.”

“Neither did we,” Jamie smiled and rose from the couch, holding a sleeping Faith against his chest.

Too tired to do much of anything else for the evening, Jamie and I tucked the children into their beds, then made our way to our own, nearly stumbling on the way.

“Ahh,” I let out a sigh as I laid back in bed in just my shift. Jamie was already under the covers but I insisted on washing the dirt and grime from my body before climbing in with him. His eyes were closed, but I knew he wasn’t quite asleep yet.

“Are you very glad to be home, Jamie?” I asked, pulling the quilt over my legs and pressing my cold toes against his legs. He let out a small yelp at the touch and looked over at me.

“Aye, of course. ’Tis a bit strange after all these years to have my father back here, it will be interesting to see how we get along,” Jamie said and moved his arm around me to pull me to him.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Och, only that we are cut from the same cloth, my Da and I. When I last saw him, I was still a lad, barely had any sense and now I’m a man of my own, wi’ a wife,” he kissed me. “And three bairns.”

“So you think he’ll treat you as the boy he once knew?”

Jamie’s eyes squinted, “Maybe. It’s hard to tell, Sassenach. He’s my father of course, but being in a cell for that long will change a man, ye ken. It’ll take time before he no longer feels like he’s in chains.”

“I expect it will,” I said softly and laid my head against his chest. “Now… let’s sleep. We have our children and our home. I have you and need nothing more.”

Sighing, Jamie’s grip tightened on my arm, “I have all I need, mo nighean. Everything here in this house.”

[shaunashipmn]

MISTRESS BEAUCHAMP & MISTER MCTAVISH

AKA CLAIRE THIRST AFTER JAMIE IN SEASON 1

[dstdon]

[heart-taking-root-in-your-body]

"It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it."

Diana Gabaldon, Outlander

[sarcasticsassenach]

I KNEW IT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN AND SOMEHOW I AM STILL A PUDDLE.

A PUDDLE OF TEARS.

A PUDDLE OF EMOTIONS.

What. A. Great. Episode.

[sassenachscreencaps]

(Outlander, 1x04 - The Gathering)

I love Claire in healer mode!

[gingercullenboy]

At Wedding Party

Dougal: My romantic life has been a bit of a mixed-bag lately, but it's couples like you that give hope to the rest of us. Jamie, you deserve the best, and you found it. Claire, don't you dare hurt him.

Claire: *laughs* I won't.

Murtagh: Don't laugh, Claire. He means it.

Claire: I- I won't.

Rupert: Seriously lass, don't hurt him.

Claire: Okay, I'm not planning on hurting him.

Angus: You better not be.

Claire: I'm not.

Willie: Hey Claire, you best watch yourself.

Claire: Why would any of you think I would hurt Jamie? You're all my friends too!

Ned: Meh.

[throughthestonesforjamie]

#78  In episode 1 of season 3, the birth scene left me so angry. Frank just walks away when it's obvious the doctor isn't treating Claire like a person. Jamie would have never left her side. Frank is so passive, I don't understand how Claire fell in love with him to be begin with. 

[jaclaire1743]

Jamie Alexander Malcolm Fraser

Actor: Sam Heughan

Basics:

Marital status: Married

Birthday: 1st of May 1721

Zodiac sign: Taurus ♉️

Sex: Male

Height: 6'4

Age: 58

Occupation

* Soldier

* Laird (formerly)

* Proprietor of Fraser's Ridge

* Printer

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Family:

Immediate:

Wife: Claire Fraser

(1st) Daughter: Faith Fraser (✝️)

(2nd) Daughter: Brianna MacKenzie

Son-in-law: Roger MacKenzie

Granddaughter: Amanda "Mandy" MacKenzie

Grandson: Jeremiah "Jemmy" MacKenzie

Extended:

Mother: Ellen Fraser (✝️)

Father: Brian Fraser (✝️)

Brother: Robert Fraser (✝️)

Brother: William Fraser (✝️)

Sister: Jenny Murray

Brother-in-law: Ian Murray (older)

Nephew: Jamie Murray

Niece: Maggie Murray

Uncle: Dougal MacKenzie (✝️)

Uncle: Colum MacKenzie (✝️)

Aunt: Leticia MacKenzie

Cousin: Hamish MacKenzie

Aunt: Jocasta MacKenzie

(adoptive) Son: Fergus Fraser

(step) Daughter-in-law: Marsali Fraser

Grandson: Henri-Christian Fraser (✝️)

Granddaughter: Félicité Fraser

Grandson: Germain Fraser

Granddaughter: Joan Fraser

Other:

Father-in-law: Henry Beauchamp (✝️)

Mother-in-law: Julia Moriston (✝️)

Uncle-in-law: Quentin Lambert (✝️)

Godfather: Murtagh Fraser (✝️)

(2nd) Wife: Laoghaire (1765 - 1766, invalid)

Son: William Ransom (by Geneva Dunsany)

Nephew / foster son: Ian Fraser Murray

(step) Daughter: Joan MacKimmie Fraser

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Clan:

McTavish (cover name)

Fraser (family name)

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Aliases:

* Sawny

* Jamie McTavish

* The Dunbonnet

* Seumas Ruadh / Red Jamie

* Mac Dubh

* Alex MacKenzie

* Alexander Malcolm

* Jamie Roy

* Captain Alessandro

* Etienne Marcel de Provac Alexandre

* "Bear-Killer"

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Title:

Laird of Broch Tuarach (formerly)

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Appearance / personality

Red hair, very well built body, scarred back overlapping each other, rough red stubble and blue eyes.

How would you describe Jamie's personality?

• Socially intelligent

• Family oriented

• Fatherly

• Stubborn

• Amiable

• Charming

• Humourous

• Honourable

• Dutiful

• Mature

• Devoted (particularly towards his family; especially his wife Claire) and will eliminate any threats to his loved ones, no matter the cost.

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Relationships:

Claire Beauchamp Randall Fraser:

Brianna Randall Fraser MacKenzie:

Roger Wakefield MacKenzie:

[bee-kathony]

McTavish & Beauchamp | Ch. 27 “No Turning Back”

a/n: thank you @julesbeauchamp for the beautiful moodboard and sorry everyone that it’s taken me so long for this next chapter but I hope you enjoy! 

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“May the road rise to meet you, May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face. May the rain fall softly upon your fields until we meet again, And may God hold you in the hollow of his hand.”

Colum mac Campbell MacKenzie was laid to rest on the 29th of April in the year of our Lord 1747. His funeral procession had been large, Highlanders from all over the land had come to pay their respects to the former Chief MacKenzie.

It was bittersweet. But Colum had a painful life, it had never been easy for him and my heart was at peace knowing that he no longer felt pain. The cyanide I had given him and he hadn’t used was tucked safely back in my medical chest, out of prying eyes.

Jamie had said a few words at the funeral, all in Gaelic and I understood a few of them. I was still rather cross with him and we had barely spoken since I had seen him kiss Laoghaire. That was two days ago.

It was rather silly of me to be holding this against him, but my insecurities were helping me hold that grudge. I knew he regretted it — regretted not pulling away sooner or even allowing himself to be that close to her in the first place.

And I was foolish to think that Laoghaire could ever change. She was still the same young girl from a few years ago, desperate to have Jamie all to her own, no matter the consequences or means.

As the large crowd walked back from the Kirk to the castle, Jamie found me — walking beside me, but still just out of reach. I knew he wanted to talk to me, to hold me, to kiss me — because I wanted all of those things too.

All I knew was that we — Brian, Jamie and I, needed to leave Castle Leoch and return home to Lallybroch as soon as possible. This journey had turned into something way beyond what I thought it would be.

Between finding out that Jamie’s father was alive, Colum dying and Laoghaire kissing Jamie, I desperately wanted to just be with my children. To hold them in my arms, kissing their small faces.

I was now nearly four months pregnant, and finally just getting over my morning sickness. I wouldn’t stay mad at Jamie for too much longer, I needed him just as badly as I knew he needed me.

When we arrived back at the castle, instead of following me to our room, I saw Jamie disappear down the corridor and presumably towards the kitchens. Mumbling to myself about what I would do to him, I didn’t hear a knock on the door.

A louder knock followed and I turned to see Brian standing in the doorway, one hand still on the door and the other behind his back. He wore a curious expression, one I had seen many times on Jamie.

“Hello Brian,” I smiled. “Do you need anything? Are you feeling alright?”

“Och, aye, Claire.” Stepping into the room, he looked around, his eyes darting from each corner. “I came to ask how long ye’ll be angry wi’ Jamie…”

I opened my mouth to object, but he put a hand up first, “I ken what happened lass. He’s eatin’ himself up wi’ it. But…” he grinned mischeviously, “I think ’tis been good for the lad to be on yer bad side the last couple o’ days. Keeps him honest.”

“I will forgive him. I already have,” I said and took a seat on the edge of the bed. “I just don’t like seeing him with anyone else.”

“Of course not!” Brian smiled and wrapped his arm around my shoulder as he sat next to me. “When I caught a lad starin’ at my Ellen, I wanted to gouge his eyes out for even darin’ to look at her. I was so jealous lass,” he laughed. “I ken the feeling — that anger ye must have felt.” I shrugged a bit, resting my hand over my stomach. “I may no have been around for nearly a decade, but if Jamie is the same lad I kent as he is today, then he would never do anythin’ to hurt ye, Claire.”

“I know,” I said softly. “It’s Laoghaire that would and has hurt me. We need to leave as soon as possible. What about tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow seems like a good a day as any,” Brian smiled and then kissed my cheek before rising. “Do ye want me to fetch Jamie?”

“Yes please,” I nodded and Brian bowed his head before leaving the room.

That feeling of jealousy hadn’t gone away. It had been eating me alive ever since I saw Jamie kissing Laoghaire. I wanted to slap her silly and make sure she never got close to us again, but she wasn’t worth the sting I would feel on my palm.

I walked over to the window, opening it slightly to let in the fresh air. If we were leaving tomorrow then we would need to pack tonight and make sure our horses were ready. I would leave all of that to Jamie.

My arms were crossed over my chest, holding tightly. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Then I heard his footsteps and stood still, my back facing away from him.

“Sassenach? My Da said ye wanted to see me.”

I could hear the apprehension in his voice. I knew he had been feeling guilty, but that’s exactly what he should be feeling — for kissing her, for letting her get close enough to do it.

“I did.”

He didn’t say anything after that, but I knew he was closer to me now — I could feel the heat of him on my back. If I leaned back, I would hit his solid chest with my head. When his hand touched my left shoulder, I sighed — a breath of relief at his touch.

“I’m still upset.”

“Aye.”

“You shouldn’t have let her get that close.”

“Aye, I shouldna have.”

“Don’t you ever let it happen again, Jamie.”

“I won’t, Sassenach. I promise. I’m so sorry,” his hand moved over my shoulder and down to rest over my heart. “I never want to hurt ye or cause ye heartache. I regret ever sayin’ anything to her.”

“And I regret trusting her,” I sighed, my eyes still closed. “I told you to talk to her.”

“But this isna yer fault, Sassenach. Ye didna ken she hadna changed from her wicked ways. Please…” he slid his hand lower, his fingertips just lightly grazing my breast.

I wanted him — I needed him.

“The next time I tell you to talk to someone, just ignore me,” I laughed and then turned my face to meet his eyes for the first time.

“Aye, I’ll never listen to ye again, mo nighean donn,” Jamie smiled and then finally pressed his lips to mine. He closed the space between us and pressed himself against me, both his arms coming to wrap around my stomach, his chin resting on top of my head. We both were silent, looking out the window, feeling the breeze on our skin.

“I told your father we would leave tomorrow.”

“It’s time to go home,” Jamie agreed.

“Jamie?” I said softly, my hand over his squeezing lightly.

“Aye, Sassenach?”

“Will you make love to me?”

“Always,” Jamie kissed the back of my neck as his hands found the laces of my bodice and started to pull them. He held one full breast in his hand as if weighing it, calculating in his mind. “They’ve grown.”

“Yes, they have,” I smiled and shrugged my shoulders to let the material fall to the ground. He started to turn me around in his arms, but I resisted and instead placed my hands in front of me on the window sill.

“Like that is it?” I could hear the change in his voice, now full of desire, slightly husky. His hands moved to my hips and I felt him untying his breeks. He was hard and his length pressed against my back as he lifted up my shift to my waist.

“Please,” I begged and braced myself. Jamie rested his hand on my hip, the material bunched up and then with his other hand I could hear him — stroking himself behind me. Moving my hips back a bit, he groaned and then finally slid home.

It was always different this way — from behind. But so full.

“Oh God, how I missed ye, Sassenach.”

“I missed you too,” I moaned, my head falling forward. I felt a chill on my breasts as they hardened and then realized that at some point, Jamie had lifted up my shift and it was now on the floor. The linen of his shirt was scratchy but not unwelcome on my skin. His thrust had a certain controlled power in them and I widened my stance.

“I love when yer belly is full of my seed,” he slid one hand around, cupping my stomach. “To ken that it was me who made ye so.”

“Jesus Christ,” I sighed and looked back at him to see him biting his lip.

I pressed down and then cried out when his other hand pinched my sensitive nipples, twisting and pulling until they were swollen. “Harder!”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Jamie kneaded my breasts all while continuing to press deeper and deeper inside of me. All of my senses were overtaken by Jamie. His mouth pressed sloppily at the hairline on my neck. I turned my face to kiss him, tasting a salty perspiration.

“Uh!” The sound of his cock pumping into me was enough to drive me over the edge. The feel of him, the urgency. Jamie took my earlobe into his mouth and I came with a keening cry. With a few final thrusts, he spilled himself and rested his cheek against my back.

Once he had pulled out of me, I turned in his arms, finding his lips and eyes. Cupping his cheek, I kissed him. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” he smiled. “I canna stand it when we dinna talk or share a bed, Sassenach.”

“Me either,” my lips frowned at the corners.

“Let’s try and never fight again shall we?”

“No promises there, my lad,” I laughed. “But I do promise to try.”

His legs bent slightly and then he picked me up, carrying me over to the bed and laid me down. He rid himself of the rest of his clothes and then came to lay down beside me, his hand covering my stomach.

“It will be good to see the bairns,” he smiled. “And to see Jenny’s face when she finds out our Da is alive!”

“I must say, I am slightly more excited about her reaction than seeing the children.”

“She willna believe her eyes,” Jamie said softly letting his fingers move in small circles over my stomach.

“It will be nice to be home,” I stroked his curls, a bit damp from our previous activities.

“Home,” Jamie repeated. “Aye, all the bairns and my Da. Feels like a dream, Sassenach.”

“A good one?”

“Aye,” Jamie slid down on the bed, placing a kiss to my stomach. “The best kind.”

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The next morning we were all packed up and with a few goodbyes to the people at Castle Leoch, Jamie, Brian and I left without looking back.

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OUTLANDER ⇢ 1x06

Dougal wants us to be married. I know.