I Love you

I love you
The whole Scene:

I laid my head on Jamie’s shoul­der and sig­hed. He squee­zed me gent­ly in respon­se.
“This is what you were born to do, isn’t it, Jamie?”
“Perhaps, Sas­se­nach.” He loo­ked out over the fiel­ds and buil­dings, the crofts and the roads, then loo­ked down, a smi­le sud­den­ly cur­ving the wide mouth.
“And you, my Sas­se­nach? What were you born for? To be lady of a manor, or to sleep in the fiel­ds like a gyp­sy? To be a hea­ler, or a don’s wife, or an outlaw’s lady?”
“I was born for you,” I said sim­ply, and held out my arms to him.
“Ye know,” he obser­ved, let­ting go at last, “you’ve never said it.”
“Neit­her have you.”
“I have. The day after we came. I said I wan­ted you more than any­thing.”
“And I said that loving and wan­ting weren’t necessa­ri­ly the same thing,” I coun­te­red.
He laug­hed. “Perhaps you’re right, Sas­se­nach.” He smoot­hed the hair from my face and kis­sed my brow. “I wan­ted ye from the first I saw ye — but I loved ye when you wept in my arms and let me com­fort you, that first time at Leoch.”
The sun sank below the line of black pines, and the first stars of the evening came out. It was mid-Novem­ber, and the evening air was cold, though the days still kept fine. Stan­ding on the oppo­si­te side of the fence, Jamie bent his head, put­ting his forehead against mine.
“You first.”
“No, you.”
“Why?”
“I’m afraid.”
“Of what, my Sas­se­nach?” The darkness was rol­ling in over the fiel­ds, fil­ling the land and rising up to meet the night. The light of the new cre­scent moon mar­ked the rid­ges of brow and nose, crossing his face with light.
“I’m afraid if I start I shall never stop.”
He cast a glance at the hori­zon, whe­re the sick­le moon hung low and rising. “It’s near­ly win­ter, and the nights are long, mo duin­ne.” He lea­ned across the fence, reaching, and I step­ped into his arms, fee­ling the heat of his body and the beat of his heart.
“I love you.”

All rights for the Pic­ture go to the right­ful owner Starz
Excerpt and Quote by Diana Gabal­don from “Outlander“
I own not­hing but the editing
Heike Ginger Ba Written by:

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2 Comments

  1. Taimi Pimentola-Heikkinen
    March 3
    Reply

    You real­ly know your ‘editing’! All are real­ly well done!

    • Heike Ginger Ba
      March 6
      Reply

      Hi Tai­mi,

      thanks again for yourt visit and sor­ry i respon­se so late but a cold hit me last week…thank you so very much for your kind wor­ds LG Hei­ke Gin­ger

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