coffee first; people second

         HIS SUFFERING WAS ENDEARING TO HER ⸺ it was beyond obvious how it was amusing to tempt him when it was possible. lord, his wife temped him by her breathing or when she would simple stare at him for long enough. imagine not finding her beautifully attractive, who’d have been so blind to do so?! ❝ oh, I see.❞ he had indeed forgotten about the ignorant man, but being cut off once again by having her sweet lips over his made him feel quite amused. his grip on her small waist tightens while he bents down to deepen the kiss before she pulled away moments later. ❝ I dinna think ye undertand, Sassenach.❞ he began, sweetly, caressing her cheek with his thumb. lord, she was breathtaking and his. ❝ ye could be dressed in a potato sack and ye’d be beautiful tae me. but dressed like this, as a proper lady… ye have me on my knees.❞ Jamie brought her small hand to his lips, kissing his ring resting on her wee finger tenderly. ❝ what I dinna want is any eejit forgetting thaeir place.❞

“Oh good,” she chuckles, “Because my underthings hardly pass for much more.” Undergarments have come a long way in the future; corsets shrinking, boning being traded for flat wires up until covering and supporting just the breasts, and then there was of course panties which hadn’t even made itself a household staple yet. All were a far cry from the petticoats, corsets, and shifts of today. Claire smiles up at him and holds in a silent laugh imagining what the look on Jamie’s face might be if he ever knew such things existed - if his reaction to photos of Brianna were any indicator there would certainly be some shock and horror.

       BLUE ORBS STARED DEEPLY AT HER WHISKY ONES  ⸺  Jamie would never get tired of losing himself on that pair of eyes, it was ridiculous how it just would grow through the years. he was no fool, it was obvious the reason men couldn’t seem to take their eyes of her ; he loved her at her every form, but there was something special about watching her being respectable dressed as a lady, with a new dress made of silk and her jewls on. to know that she belonged to him was a relief and a curse, having to throw men away from her was quite stressing to his nerves although he wouldn’t change it. ❝ well… ❞ shameless ; he would not mind if she did and his wife probably was very aware of the fact. his large hand rested protective over her waist. ❝ yer not expecting me to wait until tomorrow, Sorcha. not when ye lookin’ like this, ye wee minx.❞ his dark blue orbs staring shameless at her dress suggestive neckline, teasing him since he sat his eyes on her ealier in the afternoon. 

        ❝ aye, Sassenach.❞ at the same time that her assurance warms his heart and soul, it does not help the man who keeps staring at his wife as if he was not standing beside her. Jamie was close of throttling the eejit, ignoring the importance of his aunt’s party. if there was a man allowed to stare at his beautiful wife in such way it was him and him only. Claire was his lady to cherish and desire. ❝ yet he dosna seem to realize that yer happily married. the man is eating ye in front of my verra eyes.❞

from claire ( @espressc​ ) to jamie : here !

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