Breeks and Kilts

The whole Scene:

“I dare­say.” He edged into the room and cir­cled me at a cau­tious dis­tance, eye­ing my nether limbs with inter­est. “And what are those?”“Like them?” I put my hands on my hips, mod­el­ing the draw­string leather trousers that Phae­dre had con­struct­ed for me—laughing hys­ter­i­cal­ly as she did so—from soft buck­skin pro­vid­ed by one of Myers’s friends in Cross Creek.“No,” he said blunt­ly. “Ye can­na be going about in—in—” He waved at them, speechless.“Trousers,” I said. “And of course I can. I wore trousers all the time, back in Boston. They’re very practical.”He looked at me in silence for a moment. Then, very slow­ly, he walked around me. At last, his voice came from behind me.“Ye wore them out­side?” he said, in tones of increduli­ty. “Where folk could see ye?”“I did,” I said cross­ly. “So did most oth­er women. Why not?”
“Why not?” he said, scan­dal­ized. “I can see the whole shape of your but­tocks, for God’s sake, and the cleft between!”

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Image from a tal­ent­ed Lady @swietjesO

“I can see yours, too,” I point­ed out, turn­ing around to face him. “I’ve been look­ing at your back­side in breeks every day for months, but only occa­sion­al­ly does the sight move me to make inde­cent advances on your person.”His mouth twitched, unde­cid­ed whether to laugh or not. Tak­ing advan­tage of the inde­ci­sion, I took a step for­ward and put my arms around his waist, firm­ly cup­ping his backside.“Actually, it’s your kilt that makes me want to fling you to the floor and com­mit rav­ish­ment,” I told him. “But you don’t look at all bad in your breeks.”He did laugh then, and bend­ing, kissed me thor­ough­ly, his hands care­ful­ly explor­ing the out­lines of my rear, snug­ly con­fined in buck­skin. He squeezed gen­tly, mak­ing me squirm against him.
“Take them off,” he said, paus­ing for air.“But I—”
“Take them off,” he repeat­ed firm­ly. He stepped back and tugged loose the lac­ing of his flies. “Ye can put them back on again after, Sasse­nach, but if there’s fling­ing and rav­ish­ing to be done, it’ll be me that does it, aye?”

Jamie and Claire Fraser
All rights for the Pic­tures of Jamie and Claire go to the right­ful owner Starz
Excer­pt and Quo­te by Diana Gabal­don from “DoA“
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4 Comments

  1. Tammy Bursoni
    September 19, 2015
    Reply

    Love it Heike! Beautiful

    • Heike Ginger Ba
      September 19, 2015
      Reply

      Thank you so very much Tammy…i know i used the Jamie Pic already..but he not often wears pants in S1..smile..glad you love it–LG Heike Ginger

  2. Jan Moutz
    September 20, 2015
    Reply

    Thank you for your post, Heike. Enjoy­able as always!
    I have been Twit­ter each day. I ” tru­ly” loved the meme where Jamie is look­ing for Heike! So fun­ny! Did you make it or a friend?

    I have RA and don’t get out much, but I do look for­ward to your posts everyday!

    • Heike Ginger Ba
      September 20, 2015
      Reply

      Hi Jan..

      the meme was made by a friend..laughed so much about it.. what is RA ? Glad you enjoy my Posts so much..then i do some­thing right :)..LG Heike Ginger

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