J/C Fic - Comforting Thoughts

Looks like this Comfort thing has turned into a series. I need to figure out if I will tweek the S01E05 Come Inside fic to suit this series. They certainly go hand in hand, but it was my first J/C so some things probably need to be changed. We’ll see.

As always, fic master-list is here: http://archiveofourown.org/users/WanderingSummerBreeze/pseuds/WanderingSummerBreeze

I will add this tomorrow on there.

Disclaimer: to those that are not aware. I am shipper. If you choose to follow me due to J/C fics, know that I do S/C as well. 

Oh…and sorry, this appears to be the least smut fic I’ve ever written. But I promise, I have ideas. 

The night before the wedding…

Comforting Thoughts

I felt the weight of the gold band on my finger the more I imagined what was to come. I had signed the marriage contract only an hour before, Ned Gowen smiling as I did. Dougal, I noticed, had never let his eyes waver from me as I signed. His face stone, much like the man himself.

I was to marry Jamie tomorrow.

I sat outside our dwellings for the evening, the chill raising gooseflesh over my body. I welcomed the feel of anything other than the bile that occasionally threatened to rise in my throat at the very thought of what I was doing.

A flicker of light caught my eye and I turned to see Jamie bidding the horses a good night as he made his way back to the small house, his footfalls squishing the mud beneath his heavy weight. I remained still, hoping to go un-noticed. The day’s trials not yet retreated to the back of my brain, I absently rubbed my stomach where I had been punched by Black Jack earlier. The added kick, only moments later, did nothing to intensify the pain, just called it forth to the forefront of my brain.

I am a strong woman. But that punch did more to my psyche than my body. I thought, perhaps, he and I had gained ground. That Black Jack Randall, the man that so closely resembled my husband in features, yet not in character, had shown me his other side. That he wasn’t perhaps the man I had thought him to be and he did, in fact, regret the pain he had caused so many. Including Jamie.

Jamie. My soon-to-be husband.

I sighed louder than intended and the squishing of the mud stopped. I looked over to see Jamie watching me. His concerned face, highlighted by the flame through the window, looked tormented as the flicker danced across his features.

“Are you all right, lass?”

I nodded. Words failed me. Something, I will admit, that did not happen often.

He coughed under his breath a little, his head swinging between myself and the door, then back to me, “I saw ya there. I only thought maybe you wanted to be left to your thoughts,” he stepped forward a foot or two, “nay wanting company and all.”

I took a deep breath, my mouth opened, but nothing came out, so I closed it once more and looked straight ahead.

Jamie waited, patiently, for me to say something. The silence between us was heavy, but not entirely uncomfortable. He was, after all, the only person, save perhaps Geillis, that I had been able to open up to. Far more than I should have, as the sound of my cry of completion echoed through my skull.  I needed a distraction from the path my mind was about to wander down, but wasn’t certain where any other road might take me.

Jamie’s hand folded in front of himself. He nodded in acceptance of my silence and made to leave.

“Will you sit with me?” I asked suddenly. I turned my eyes to him and watched a smile cross his face. It was bright and glorious and full of youth and uncertainty, but he let it drop, nodding once again, and the smile fell into his customary grin. Not as bright, but equally as youthful and full of thought.

Jamie unclasped the plaid from his shoulder and settled down next to me against the wall. It was a cool night. The day’s sunshine and clear skies had segued into the most darkest of nights, save the millions of stars above. I rubbed my hands together as if trying to start a spark with my skin to warm me up. Jamie took my hands in his and gently leaned into them, blowing hot air, before rubbing them himself.

“Are you sure you dinna want to be inside by the fire?”

My head turned to the window above, the glass shaking as a table-top must have been toppled over in some drunken game. Jamie’s eyes followed mine and he laughed.

I did as well. But it wasn’t an ordinary laugh. Not one like the telling of a joke, or watching someone slip on a banana peel. It was a laugh that took me over. Shook me to the core. It wasn’t that he had said anything particularly funny or that the drunken highlanders’ antics inside amused me to some great deal - it was everything. The whole ridiculousness of the circumstances I had found myself in.

I laughed in a stupid sort of way that beckoned Jamie to join in. Which he did until my infectious laughter turned into little sobs.

Jamie dropped my hands and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I brushed it off, pulling out of his grasp, and shook my head.

“I’m fine. Really. I’m fine.”

He sat back, offended, I think. Or no – wounded, he was – by my actions.

I sighed inwardly, taking responsibility for his cut as he turned his head from me.

“I’m sorry, Jamie. It’s just…” trying to pull the words from the air “a bit sudden.”

He turned his attention back to me, one side of his lips curving into a smile, “Aye. It is. But I promise ya, Claire,” he beseeched me to look into his eyes then, “I will do everything within my power to make sure you’re safe. And happy.”

I nodded.

Looking forward, we sat in silence once more. The sky was on fire with shooting stars and twinkling lights, like a siren’s song enticing you to follow it into the deep, drowning in its darkness.

Jamie started to twitch, his hands playing with his boots. I turned to him, making it very clear that I knew he wanted to speak. His head didn’t move, but his eyes found mine before blushing and dropping once more. I watched his lips smile, like an old joke suddenly coming to mind. I couldn’t tell if the rose in his cheeks were the result of the chill or embarrassment.

He looked up once more, then down, contemplation taking over. “I know we dinna talk about it. But I was just wondering…”

He trailed off and I knew where he was headed. Down the path I had veered away from. He wanted to talk about our times together. I had only a vague recollection of the instances that were suddenly doing their best to penetrate my mind. But I could only see them through a fog, like slivers of a dream you try desperately to keep hold of in the morning but eventually are stolen by the light.

“What was it you were wondering Jamie?” I couldn’t look at him. I wasn’t certain exactly of what he was about to ask and I didn’t know if the answer I was going to give was the one he wanted. So me and my glass face tried to remain shielded by the night.

I had only found out of his virginity several hours beforehand. I was taken aback. Here was this beautiful, strong man with his commanding presence and nimble, gentle fingers that could play my body as a fined musician playing the harpsichord, and yet, no other woman had felt him grow inside her. No other woman had scorched her flesh on his as he pulsated deep within her, his seed flooding the very depths of her body.

I and I alone had felt him harden beneath my fingers, the cloth of his kilt causing the most delicious friction upon his member. I distinctly recall being awed at his size, only knowing it through touch. And even then, not directly so. The thought suddenly coming to mind that I would no longer wonder whether what I felt was real. I would know. I would feel it. Tomorrow, my imagination on what he looked like, which had run away from me on more than one occasion since that night, would vanish and become real. I would know his true size when pushed into me, stretching me in places no one had before.

“Mistress Beauchamp.”

I turned to Jamie and could feel my face growing hot. I touched my cool fingers to my cheeks, assessing them, then dropped them in front of me with a lighthearted, embarrassed laugh I was hoping he could overlook.

“Sorry.”

“Were you maybe thinking of what I was goin’ to ask ye?”

“Well, my mind may have travelled a bit. But no, what was it you wanted to know?”

He took my hands in his, once more. The heat from his body causing flames to rise in me, its sparks fluttering across my body. I clenched my thighs together. Damn him, I thought. How the hell does he do that?

“Did it feel good? The time that I…” he trailed off for a moment, “Because when you did what you did – to me, I mean, I canna get it out of my mind. It’s with me every moment.”

Suppressing my pride and reminding myself that Jamie, like any man being a virgin, would have felt the world give way at their feet had someone else been the hand that sent them flying off to Valhalla, I decided to give this one to him. To be honest.

I turned to face him, pulling one hand out if his grasp and cradling his cheek. “Yes Jamie. It felt good and was exactly what I needed in that moment.”

His face relaxed as if he was told he would not be punished for some sinister act.

“Of course,” I pulled my hand away, letting it rest in his palms once more, “I would have thought better of my actions that evening in the surgery had I known you had never been with a woman before.”

Jamie looked panicked, “No, Sassenach. Dinna ever feel regret over that. I had never felt such a…I dinna ken even what to call it,” he pulled me into his eyes once more, his face softening, “It made me verra happy. Still does when I’m left to myself.” I laughed genuinely, certain that he hadn’t meant to speak the last sentence aloud.

I wanted to take him suddenly. I wanted him to stay seated on the cold ground while I lifted my skirts, and shifting his kilt, sank down onto him. To finally rid ourselves of this ridiculous game. If it was comfort I sought, I wouldn’t find it in his embrace anymore. No longer content with roaming fingers and groans suppressed by threat of exposure. I needed him buried inside me. Desired the feel of a man, a man such as him, between my thighs, our heated flesh casting a glow around our bodies as we both gave into each other.  I could almost feel my bottocks rising off the ground, ever so slightly in imaginary movement with his cock. My fingers digging into his coat as his hands found their way to my backside, helping me with my movements and aiding them with a thrust of his hips. I could hear our bodies meeting in desperation with smacks and cries…

Double damn him

“It’s getting late, Sassenach. We’ve a big day tomorrow,” Jamie dropped my hands and stood, arm outstretched to me, “Come.”

My eyes flickered to his kilt, I could see a break in the pleats and knew he wished for it to be tomorrow already. That he was taking me to his bed and not just inside a house full of people.

I took his hand, allowing him to pull me upright as I brushed the grass from my skirt.

“We’ll fetch a drink.” he said and my mind sprang forward with a “Yes” far quicker than intended.

He smirked at my eagerness and I shied away a bit, “I mean, yes. I could certainly use one.”

renmayling  asked:

Sorry about that, here you go :) In 1x11 when Jamie brought Claire to the stones to ask her to go back to her own time. Jamie asked what Claire did and she approached the stone with both hands up. Jamie then stopped her because he said he wasn’t ready. But what if Jamie didn’t manage to stop her in time? What would Jamie have done? Where would he go? What would Claire have done when she realized she just (accidentally) made the biggest mistake of her life by going back?

I’ve been trying to write this ever since I received your ask! This is a brilliant prompt and I’m so glad I get to write it for you! Sorry it took so long! Hope you enjoy! <3 


It wasn’t until that moment that I realized how bad I needed to tell someone. Anyone. When the words finally came I felt a weight lift from me, but at the same time another replaced it. The truth of how I came here sounded just as ridiculous as any lie I could conjure up.

But he believed me.

He wanted to know everything, and so I told him. He couldn’t make sense of it, I barely made sense of it myself. But now he knew, and part of me could finally breathe again.

The world was a better place because of him, and i’m so glad that he was mine.


The fire burned low as the wind moved through the trees, rustling the leaves and branches into song. The clouds moved overhead, the small shimmer of a star shining through in its occasional absence. Claire slept soundly in Jamie’s arms, all of the turmoil of the day before forgotten in his embrace.

Jamie remained awake, relishing in the feel of her against him. This would be the last time they slept with one another, he decided, and Jamie didn’t want to forget a moment of it. She didn’t belong here with him, in this time. She had tried for so long to get back to her time, to her real husband. His heart ached to be one with hers since that moment she wept in his arms that first night at Leoch, and praise God that he got to love her for a time. He never wanted it to end, but her happiness was more important than any selfish need he had of her. He loved her enough to let her go. All he wanted was for her to be happy.

A large finger traced the outline of her jaw, then the soft curve of her lip. Those same lips that he had longed to kiss ever since the first time he laid eyes on her.

He brought his own lips down gently to hers and kissed her tenderly.

He could feel her sleepily smile against his lips, and he smiled in return.

If only you knew how happy you make me, a Sorcha. Come to me.

One hand cupped her cheek as the other drifted lower to the mass of her skirts. He swiftly pushed them out of the way and let his fingers glide along the smooth skin of her thighs. He could feel gooseflesh rise, and the fine hairs stand as his hand drifted up… and up.

He could feel her warm breath against his cheek as his hand reach the apex of her thighs.

Not as slippery as an eel, but still slippery, nonetheless. He thought smugly to himself.

His fingers moved against her, rubbing that magical spot that often had her screaming within minutes.

Soft moans escaped her lips as her eyes fluttered open. A smile.

“Jamie…”

“Shhh.” He silenced her with a small kiss and went back to his task.

Teasing her, he slipped the tip of one finger inside her before pulling it back out again, lingering near the small spot of her pleasure.

“Oh Jamie, I want you inside me.” She whispered as she pulled him down to her, desperate.

“No, sassenach. I want to watch you.” He smiled as her brows knitted together in anguish.

No, I can’t risk you being with child. Let me do this for you, Mo nighean.

His balls ached to be inside of her, to grant her request, but he couldn’t.

She moved her hips against his hand, urging him on, wanting, needing more.

She wanted him. Badly. But there was no persuading a Fraser.

He slipped one finger in, and then another. His thumb rubbed the spot and he soon brought her to her peak.

He kissed her again, swallowing her screams and falling with her into sleep.


He slept fitfully, fighting with himself on the decision to send her back. There was no help for it. It had to be done.

She was wrapped in his plaid, standing at the edge of the river as she laid her hands in the stream. The morning sun lighting the bits of auburn in her deep brown curls.

“So, sassenach. Are ye ready to go home?” His voice came deep, as he tried his best to keep back the utter ache he felt throughout his entire being.

“Yes.” She breathed. She smiled as she stepped into his arms, kissing him deeply.

Tears nearly broke to the surface as he pulled away. “Take a look.”


The walk to Craigh na Dun was short, yet it felt as if an eternity had passed. With each step his breath became short and shallow. Yet he had to face the inevitable.

She stopped dead as the stones came into sight, all the air leaving her body. She had tried to get here for so long. To get back. To her time. To Frank. Now she was here, yet she was anything but happy. She turned to Jamie, as if asking why.

He simply nodded and they moved ever forward. Ever onward.

It was as if she could feel her heart trying to escape her chest with each step she took, the cool morning air seeping into her bones.

Then they were there.

“This is the place?” Jamie asked, his hand on his sword as he paced the circle, checking for any threats.

“Yes.” Was the only word she managed to choke out.

Deciding they were safe in their surroundings, his hand left his sword and tried his best to put on a confident facade.

“So, what did ye do? The first time.”

“I didn’t do anything really, I heard this buzzing,” Suddenly she was moving, as if her legs moved of their own volition. “And I touched the stones…”

His hand came to pull her back, but she was gone.

“Claire…” He whispered in disbelief. He wasn’t ready, she wasn’t supposed to go just yet. He hadn’t told her how he loved her, how much she meant to him. And now it was too late. She was gone. Claire, his light, his home, his heart. Was gone.


I hadn’t willed my legs to move, but they did, as if the stones were pulling me towards them and I could not resist. In an instant I was falling, the veil screaming and tearing me piece by piece, only to haphazardly put me together again. I don’t remember closing my eyes, or how long they had been closed, but when I opened them I knew I was no longer in the 18th century. Everything was different, the deep rich greens were now faded nearly to a sickly brown. The trees lay still and silent, along with what life lived within them. The smell of grass and mud and wilderness, faded and mingled with the smell of asphalt and gasoline.

It felt as though my heart had been ripped from my chest. Yes, I had wanted to come back for a long time, but I no longer belonged here. I hadn’t even realized I loved him, and now it was too late. My home laid within the heart of a man who was two hundred years in the past.

anonymous asked:

Hi Der! I was thinking about the Glasgow-uni-maybe-harvard set and i remembered a brief chapter in DIA when Claire dreams of attending one of Frank's lectures, where he shows some 18th century memorabilia including two portraits of her and Jamie. In the book it's a dream but if they made it a sort of allucination/reverie Claire has when she's at an actual lecture in the 50s and sees herself back with Jaime it would be a super heartbreking scene. Not gonna happen but a jonsnowing anon can dream..

Anything’s possible when you’re Jon Snow’ing it!™

I’ll throw that bit below the cut, just for kicks. Because apparently I’m being super productive at work today.

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I like powerful men with equally powerful women, who save each other’s asses because that’s their thing and God help anyone who harms their SO. I like the badass motherfucker with the head bitch in charge, taking over their domain like nobody’s business. I love the story of the hero who saves the world and the heroine who saves him. I love the couples who will burn down the world just to protect each other. That is my aesthetic.

anonymous asked:

thank you for replying but it's not that bit! I think it's night and Claire and Jamie are about to go inside to go to bed and he overhears them talking to each other or something? did I imagine it lol

You didn’t imagine it! I just assumed past!me had made that other post more comprehensive. Oops!

Here’s the actual part you meant. It’s in ch. 57 of Fiery Cross.

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j e   s u i s   p r e s t.  i  a m   r e a d y.

c: “jesus h. roosevelt christ!”
j: “no, sassenech, just me.”

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“When I asked my da how ye knew which was the right woman, he told me when the time came, I’d have no doubt. And I didn’t. When I woke in the dark under that tree on the road to Leoch, with you sitting on my chest, cursing me for bleeding to death, I said to myself, ‘Jamie Fraser, for all ye canna see what she looks like, and for all she weighs as much as a good draft horse, this is the woman.’”