The Whole Scene
Toward dawn, I dreamed of grassy meadows filled with butterflies. Yellow, brown, white, and orange, they swirled around me like autumn leaves, lighting on my head and shoulders, sliding down my body like rain, the tiny feet tickling on my skin and the velvet wings beating like faint echoes of my own heart.
I floated gently to the surface of reality, and found that the butterfly feet against my stomach were the flaming tendrils of Jamie’s soft red thatch, and the butterfly trapped between my thighs was his tongue.
“Mmm,” I said, sometime later. “Well, that’s all very well for me, but what about you?”
“About three-quarters of a minute, if you keep on in that fashion,” he said, putting my hand away with a grin. “But I’d rather take my time over it—I’m a slow and canny man by nature,d’ye see. Might I ask the favor of your company for this evening, Mistress?”
“You might,” I said. I put my arms behind my head, and fixed him with a half-lidded look of challenge. “If you mean to tell me that you’re so decrepit you can’t manage more than once in a day anymore.”
He regarded me narrowly from his seat on the edge of the bed. There was a suddenflash of white as he lunged, and I found myself pressed deep into the featherbed. “Aye, well,” he said into the tangles of my hair, “you’ll no say I didna warn ye.”
Two and a half minutes later, he groaned and opened his eyes. He scrubbed his face and head vigorously with both hands, making the shorter ends stick up like quills. Then, with a muffled Gaelic oath, he slid reluctantly out from under the blankets and began to dress, shivering in the chilly morning air.
thank you so much for these excerps I love each and every one of them.Brings back many sweet memories for me and I have found myself completely under the outlander spell of Jamie/Sam and Claire/Cait
you are so welcome.and Thank you again for your very lovely words…LG Heike