Parachutes AU - Getting wrapped up

This is part of my collaboration with the fantastic @mybeautifuldecay

This AU sees Claire working for the Special Operations Executive (SOE) during World War II.  She is on her way to France for a special assignment with two Scottish paratroopers in tow… 

Part one: Landing with a thud

Part two: Billowing out

Long arms. Energetic and urgent thrusts. Power. Desire. Hands roughly tracing the outline of my naked body. My feet resting in cleft of a pair of buttocks. Hot breath on my neck.

I didn’t want to open my eyes for fear that I would lose the images, and the feeling.  It was the most relaxed and desirous my body had felt in a very long time. I felt a heat inside emanating outwards contrasting sharply with the coolness of my sheets. My hand instinctively reached my left breast, cupping through the thin nightdress, gently and hesitatingly moving towards the nipple.

I mean to serve ye well.  Do you want me to do that?

My other hand had found its place, the source of my heat. I was hypnotised by the sensations running through my body. Electricity that had nowhere to go, urging that needed release. My fingers began their urgent dance.

That’s right Sassenach, just like that. I want to see you. I want to hear you shudder for me.  But not until I say, aye?

The languid motions began to speed up, exploring and pressing, getting increasingly more slick.  I moved my palm downwards, grinding into it to feel the whole of my experience an exquisite pressure.  I moved my hips upwards and continued with my frenetic pace, seeking the release that seemed so elusive.

Now my love, now.

I moaned hard but with the lack of air, nothing came out.  I panted furiously, feeling light headed.  As my body came around from my pleasure, I tried to clear my thoughts and body of the desirous touch of the dream. Who was that?  These weren’t the measured and precise movements I had experienced with Frank.  This was animalistic.  This was need.  This was pure want.  And I had given myself into it with careless abandon.  

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Even if I could go back through the stones, it’s not my place. My destiny lies on Culloden Moore, but I’ll find you,  promise. Even if I have to endure 200 years of purgatory, 200 years without you, then that is my punishment for I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, killed and stolen, betrayed and broken trust. But when I stand before God, I’ll have one thing to say to weigh against all the rest. Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, God I loved her well.