The Diary of Life Chapter 25 The Wedding Night
A/N from @ladymeraud Hello from sunny Scotland. Today is the 275 anniversary of Culloden moor. Raise a glass to the fallen
So, the wedding night.
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They danced and drank. Whisky and beer flowed. Jamie also made sure their was French wine and spirits from the Lallybroch distillery. Toasts were made in French, English, and Gaelic. They wanted to honor all there and the auld ways.
Dinner was mainly made out of Lallybroch’s kitchen. Claire had some of the men hunt a stag to be served as the main meat.
They danced to a variety of songs, English, French, and Gaelic. They even had a bagpipe player. Claire loved how his kilt spun as he danced with her. She also danced with Brian, both Ian’s, Frank, Theo, but her favorite, outside her husband, is Fergus.
As she danced with the others, Jamie talked to Ian Sr. about combining the distilleries in Lallybroch and North Carolina. A good business opportunity, but one that would have to wait. He would have to go to North Carolina and taste their products. He would but today was his wedding day.
As Ian Jr. and Sr. lifted toasts to their new found family, Jamie gave her a ‘I really am ready to ravish you’ look. If had her excusing herself and following her husband to the private croft he had prepared for this night.
He lifts her up and carries her over the threshold. Inside is a mix of flowers and candles. “You did this?”
“Aye, all but lighting the candles. Frank slipped in to do that an hour ago. Your brother-in-law really loves you.”
She nods from his arms. “He does. Will you show me how much you do?”
A growl as he takes her lips. The kiss is tough but gentle. He lowers her down after in a way she can feel his erection. She groans and he starts to untie the many ribbons holding her dress up. He is impatient but careful. He doesn’t want to harm her dress.
Finally she is down to a corset covering a thin shift. As he parts the corset, her nipples, as red and big as cherries, greet him. Lord, do they taste as sweet? He wonders. Before he can find out, his wife is reaching for the belt holding his kilt up.
“My turn,” she says in a voice thicker then he has ever heard. She unbuckles it and it falls with a clatter. She groans as she lifts his shirt off. He is magnificent. Hard as iron and looking like William the Conqueror.
With a gasp, he pulls her flush against him, untying her shift with his teeth. He pushes it off her shoulders and off. He knows he must have her now or die.
“Please Jamie. I need you.” He lifts her up by that fine arse, placing her nipples in range of his mouth. As he samples them, leads them to the bed. He lays down placing her on top.
“Oh!” she guides him into her and shudders at the feel. He is everywhere. “Jamie Jamie Jamie, I love you. Oh how I love you!” She starts to move riding him. Her words and movement have made him harder. A few harder slides up and down and she is crying out as she finds her pleasure. He holds her hips, thrusting up, and finding his own.
They lay sweaty together after. “That was a fine beginning Dr. Fraser’.”
“Yes my husband, it was.” He kisses her forehead. Her eyes drift shut. “Sorry, it has been a long week.”
“Sleep mom amour, tha gaol agam ort mo bhean agus mo ghradh (I love you my wife and love).” Jamie said. she smiled at him. “tha gaol agam ort cuideachd mo ghaisheach dearg (I love you too my red warrior)” she said. they both feel asleep but woke several hour later and loved each other again.
