Later today I will post chapter 25 of "The real Sassenach" but here's a little sneak peak before I do.
He was wearing a kilt, made of dark blue tartan with barely noticeable green and yellow thin lines. Part of that kilt was draped over his left shoulder, continuing down over his back, held together by a broach just above his chest. He had on a dark 18th century jacket that was a mix of dark blue and grey colour, without a collar but with big dark buttons that were densely spaced from the neck to the edge of the jacket. He had a sword around his waist that looked like it was hanging loose at his left hip, making a rattling sound as he walked towards her. On his right side, under the waist, there was a sizeable dirk in a leather sheath and a leather sporran. There was a beret on his head, gently crocked to the right, his red curls showing under it.
When he stopped in front of her, Caitriona had to remind herself to breathe. His whole demeanor changed. He looked bigger, bulkier, even the way he walked towards her was different, fierce in a way. He bowed gracefully, leaning his torso in front of him, his right hand horizontally across his abdomen, his left held out from the body, his right foot held back a little.
Thatβs when she noticed the leather high boots and warm woollen socks that were showing just a few inches above the rim of each boot. His legs were bare, showing off a small glimpse of his strong thighs and knees. There was something about his knees that made Caitriona wonder if she ever thought about a manβs knees as being sexy, but his certainly were.
βMadam.β He said, even his voice sounding different, deeper.
βChristβ¦β she gasped as he stood back up.
βNo, Jamie. Jamie Fraser.β And just like that, the goofball was back, smirking and grinning like an idiot.
Caitriona burst out laughing, but still in awe with the way he looked. For a brief moment she thought what it would be like to peel off all those pieces of clothing from his body, layer by layer.
βYouβll no ask whatβs under me kilt, Sassenach?β Sam asked jokingly, wiggling his eyebrows, making her laugh even harder.
βOh, for heaven's sake, Heughan.β Caitriona cried out, trying to compose herself. Leave it to Sam to kill the moment with his childish behaviour.
