#samandcait

... growth often looks messy before it makes sense. Trust where you’re headed.' . . . The Main Character’s Instagram logorrhea surrounding the March premiere of season eight has already been examined here with forensic precision, so I won’t tread that ground again. I would, however, like to draw your attention to two Instastories posted back-to-back on Monday, November 10, in the European evening hours ⬇️⬇️⬇️

'When things feel like they’re falling apart, remember… growth often looks messy before it makes sense. Trust where you’re headed.'

And in the very next Instastory: 'It’s here…' — starring the Main Character and his co-star. . . .

It seems — as many of you have already pointed out — that the Main Character remains utterly convinced the Universe bends to his will. Not merely that he can emerge from every crisis unscathed, but that the Cosmos itself exists to tidy up after him — that he, the Unsullied Hero of feminine fantasy, will always rise from chaos immaculate. Pure of hand. Perfect of body. Blameless — 'the husband of one wife, having faithful children not accused of riot or unruly.' (Titus 1:5–6)

Could the Main Character… be wrong? Is the Universe really at our service — or, perhaps, not so much?

I have my doubts.

It’s her husband for unknown reasons, love is not one of them.

He's not her husband. This guy is👇

I tease my husband about a lot of things... and I do that because I love our banter and love to see him laugh... and that's what Cait does, she teases Sam and vice-versa, that's their banter and obviously they enjoy it or they wouldn't do it.

As for Lurkster McFairy, I don't think Sam would approve a fake husband that has all the same qualities as he does, or better... Lurky fits the description of men that Cait usually went for in the past and that just solidifies the "truth" they are trying to sell... That they are "not" together.

Sam presentó su nuevo libro en “The One Show”  y nos regaló un video increible.

Volvemos a subir el video porque el que pusimos ayer tenía algunos errores.

Traducción y subtitulos de OutlanderRepublic

ch 1 / ch 2 / ch 3 / ch 4 / ch 5 / ch 6 / ch 7

Sorry for the delay :).  Chapter 8 is up!  Thanks for reading.

Chapter 8 - I love you more

Winter was in full swing in NYC. The treetops lining the streets were covered in white powdery snow, and there were colorful holiday lights draped around lampposts, tree trunks and door frames of apartment buildings. Manhattan is such a magical place in winter. As Caitriona walked around Central Park, bundled up in her puffy ski jacket with scarf and hat, she wished Sam was walking next to her, holding her hand. Central Park will always be their place. That’s truly where she fell head over heels for this man who sat on the other end of that bench.

It had only been 2 weeks since Sam left, yet for Cait it easily felt like 2 months, if not longer. She missed his smile, his touch, how he made her laugh so hard without even trying. They spoke and texted as much as they could, but the time difference was becoming increasingly difficult, especially with his busy filming schedule. Cait had kept busy with auditions and meetings, but the nights were the hardest.

Lost in thought, Cait felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and reached in to pull it out. Her face lit up as she fumbled off her gloves to answer the call.

“Sam!”

“Hi beautiful.” Sam’s voice was soft and she could tell he was smiling as he spoke.

“Oh babe, it’s so great to hear your voice. I miss you so much.” Cait was grinning from ear to ear. Just the sound of his voice made everything better.

“I miss you more.”

“I don’t see how that’s possible,” Cait said as she found their bench and sat down. “Guess where I am right now?”

“Naked in bed?” Sam said with utter delight.

“Haha no. But I like where your mind is. Alas, it’s only 2pm here. And being in bed isn’t quite the same anymore without your body next to mine.” Cait sighed audibly.

“What I wouldn’t give to wrap my arms around that body of yours right now.”

“It kinda feels like you are at this moment. I’m sitting on our bench, where we met. Where, you know, you fell hopelessly in love with me at first sight.” Cait giggled.

“Mmmm I miss that giggle. And did I now? I believe it was you who couldn’t keep yer eyes off of me, Balfe.”

“I wish you were here with me right now and I’d show you how much I couldn’t keep my....hands off of you.”

“Oh Cait, I wish that more than anything too,” Sam said as he let out a deep guttural groan.

“So tell me, how’s filming going? How’s South Africa?”

“It’s been great so far! Long days but it’s such a fun experience. And South Africa is heaven. It’s so incredibly beautiful. Speaking of beautiful, when am I seeing your face?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” A wave of happiness flushed through her body at the thought of seeing him. She felt a warmth permeating through.

“If I had my way I’d have ye here with me every day. And night. I go to bed thinking about you and wake up the same.”

“Is 2 weeks from now soon enough?” As cold as it was on that park bench, Cait didn’t even notice. Seeing him and being with him again was all she could think about.

“Nope. Not soon enough at all. But I’ll take it!” Sam could barely contain his excitement. It’ll be a month since they last saw each other, in the flesh, and it was a month too long.

“I’ll be counting the days. I can’t wait to see you. I love you.”

“I love you more.” Sam kissed the phone and hung up.

Two weeks surprisingly flew by. Cait boarded her flight and knew she should sleep but was too excited at the thought of seeing him in a handful of hours. She was finally going to be back in his arms, exactly where she belongs. This last month without him was torture.

The plane touched down and she pulled out her phone and texted Sam.

Guess who’s in South Africa?!

Guess who’s waiting at baggage claim?!

Cait could barely stand it. She couldn’t get to him fast enough. She felt like the plane was taxiing forever. It finally pulled up to the gate and the doors opened. She was sitting quite forward in the plane for this very reason...so she could get to him as quickly as possible. Cait was wearing black baggy pants that tapered at the ankle, grey suede booties, a white tee shirt and her black leather jacket. She hurried down the hallway and onto the escalator. She continued to follow the signs to baggage claim, and there he was. Looking as handsome as ever with the biggest smile on his face, and holding a sign that simply said ‘Mo Chridhe.’ “My heart,” she mouthed, clutching hers.

Like right out of a movie, they sprinted towards each other, Cait leaping into his arms, legs wrapping around him. Sam spun her around, kissing her hard on the lips. “I can’t believe you’re finally here!” Sam was out of breath and smiling so hard. She dropped her legs to the floor and stood there holding him, eyes filling with tears. “Look at you with this dark, short hair,” she said as she ran her fingers through his curls, which were still making an appearance. “I love it. So handsome.” She softly kissed his lips, their foreheads now touching. “Let’s grab your luggage and get outta here, shall we?”

While waiting for the luggage to drop, Sam and Cait couldn’t keep their eyes off each other. She was leaning into him as both arms were around her, holding tight. His face was buried in her hair, breathing her in. Cait’s luggage came out right away and off they went.

They got back to Sam’s place in just under an hour. They talked and talked in the car, fingers interlocked the entire time, catching up and stealing kisses at the red lights. They finally arrived at his place and he grabbed her suitcase out of the trunk and wheeled it up the path to his apartment building. He was on the top floor, with a beautiful balcony view overlooking the marina with sailboat after sailboat all in a line. “It’s absolutely beautiful here, Sam.”

“Just wait until you see the view from the balcony.”

He unlocked the door and held it open as Cait walked thru first. Placing her suitcase just inside the door, Sam grabbed her from behind, his arms enveloping her, traveling up and down her body with a fiery passion. He couldn’t wait any longer. Closing the door behind him, Cait whipped around and pushed him up against the door, their lips and tongues finding each other in a matter of seconds. Sam grabbed hold of Cait’s thighs and lifted her up, her legs locking around his waist.

“I’ll give ye the tour later, Mo Nighean donn,” he mutters breathlessly into her ear. “Oh, right now the bedroom is the only room in this place I wanna see,” she whispers back.

He carries her down the hallway into his bedroom, not breaking stride, nor lip contact. Panting and pulling at each other’s clothes, they both topple into the bed. Sam rolls her over and gets on top, moving her hair out of her face, sweeping it behind her ear. He looks at her as if it’s the very first time and he can’t believe this perfect woman is his. He slowly and methodically unbuttons her blouse, not taking his eyes off her, exposing her black lace bra. He presses his mouth against her breasts, moaning with each kiss. Cait begins to stir under him, her pelvis reacting to his touch.

“Oh God, I want you so badly,” Sam utters with barely a breath to be had. “I’ve thought of nothing but this since the first night we were apart. Do ye want me?” Without a word, Cait grabs his shoulders and pushes him over, rolling on top of him, pinning him to the bed. She grabs hold of his member, which is throbbing with want and anticipation, and guides it under her. Sam’s hips shift in upwards, entering her quickly as he grabs her buttocks and pushes himself deeper inside. Cait’s moans become louder and louder. He has perfect view of her breasts as he continues to fondle them, reaching back to unhook her bra as it falls on top of him. He sits up, taking her nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking away. Uncontrollably, Cait reaches into his hair as she pulls his face closer, Sam now moving to her other breast. Arching her back at the sensation, she continues to gyrate on top of him, both of them moaning with pleasure.

“What was your question again? Do I want you? Have I sufficiently answered that?” Out of breath and beads of sweat forming on her brow, Cait smiles as she continues to flex her pelvis up and down. “Oh aye, you have answered that verra well indeed.”

They spent the next two hours in bed, two becoming one, buried in each other’s arms making up for lost time. Sam had a full week and a half off from filming due to the holiday and he was going to spend every single minute of that with Cait.

“So are ye tired or do you want to go exploring today? I want to take you to the most beautiful spot here in Cape Town. It’s called Lion’s Head. We’ll go for a wee hike! Ok, so it’s not quite wee, but it’s so beautiful.”