Cease to exist

This is Part II of the heartbreaking “Goodbye for forever” from Claire and Jamie from Dragonfly in Amber. Part I is Rare Woman,  Part III is Longer than that and Part IV is Once more

and in another Tone

The whole Scene from Dragonfly in Amber:

When he could wait no longer, he took me, a knife to its scab­bard, and we moved hard togeth­er, press­ing, want­i­ng, need­ing so urgent­ly that moment of ulti­mate join­ing, and fear­ing to reach it, for the knowl­edge that beyond it lay eter­nal separation.He brought me again and again to the peaks of sen­sa­tion, hold­ing back him­self, stop­ping, gasp­ing and shud­der­ing on the brink. Until at last I touched his face, twined my fin­gers in his hair, pressed him tight and arched my back and hips beneath him, urg­ing, forcing.“Now,” I said to him, soft­ly. “Now. Come with me, come to me, now. Now!”He yield­ed to me, and I to him, despair lend­ing edge to pas­sion, so the echo of our cries seemed to die away slow­ly, ring­ing in the dark­ness of the cold stone hut.We lay pressed togeth­er, unmov­ing, his weight a heavy bless­ing, a shield and reas­sur­ance. A body so sol­id, so filled with heat and life; how could it be pos­si­ble that he would cease to exist with­in hours?“Listen,” he said at last, soft­ly. “Do you hear?”
At first I heard noth­ing but the rush­ing of the wind, and the trick­le of rain, drip­ping through the holes of the roof. Then I heard it, the steady, slow thump of his heart­beat, puls­ing against me, and mine against his, each match­ing each, in the rhythm of life. The blood coursed through him, and through our frag­ile link, through me, and back again.We lay so, warm beneath the makeshift cov­er­ing of plaid and cloak, on a bed of our cloth­ing, tan­gled togeth­er. Then at last he slipped free, and turn­ing me away from him, cupped his hand across my bel­ly, his breath warm on the nape of my neck.“Sleep now a bit, mo duinne,” he whis­pered. “I would sleep once more this way—holding you, hold­ing the babe.”

All rights for the Pic­ture go to the right­ful owner Starz and for the Landscape to Buzzzzz (Devianart)
Quote and Excerpt by Diana Gabal­don from “Dragonfly in Amber“
I own not­hing but the editing