#samxcait

(August 29, 2021)

Love it 😍

Keen eyed British Outlander fans and readers of Diana Gabaldon's latest book may have spotted this Daily Mail Article

 Royal beekeeper informs the Queen's bees that the monarch has died and King Charles is their new boss in bizarre tradition dating back centuries 

*tiptoes in*

At the behest of @albatross1013 here is my one (only?) Sam/Cait fic. I'll just leave this here, then go hide under a rock. 😬🙈

Yes, this is SAM and CAIT. Yes, this is explicit. If this is not your thing, please just scroll on by. I will be back to my regular Jamie/Claire fics as soon as I’ve hit POST. Thanks! 

*tiptoes out quietly*

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Read at AO3>>>

It seemed as though the undercurrent might pull us under. Struggling to stay afloat, we’d do our best to keep our distance, to maintain a sense of professionalism while on set. That was easier said than done, though, considering we were playing a pair of lovers - two souls on the brink of something larger than themselves, something they had no ability to control, something they could only manage if they were a team.

It was all too familiar. Sam and I, we were nothing if not infatuated from the beginning. At least, I wouldn’t have denied it if asked. We didn’t talk about it, though, merely fell into whatever it was we were at the moment - two friends, close, nearly joined at the hip but not yet willing to take the jump into the deep end of the pool. He’d come, flirt shamelessly, leave me in a puddle on the floor, then flit off to film another scene without me. I had no idea if anyone knew; didn’t really give a damn. Not then. We were too excited about the roles we’d been given, too excited about the paychecks, the possibility of future seasons, to worry about our personal lives too much. I suppose we weren’t able to look that far ahead yet. 

The pull had us both, though - a gravitational force neither of us understood or cared to make sense of. We always found ourselves together after work, day or night shoot, it didn’t matter. He’d come to mine, or I to his, and we’d chat, eat, drink. Like we hadn’t just spent a nearly 16 hour day together. No lines were crossed - not yet. That would come on one particular day - or night, I should say. 

Of course! ❤️ We don’t get anywhere when it’s a war zone and as long as people are kind to me I’ll be kind in return. (I’ll just remove myself from the mean people’s radar lol)