It’s said twice, meaning it’s said in a tense scene, with lots of feelings and adrenaline.
And we know from the official summary of the episode that, before being contacted by Mickey, “Ian tries to deal with the fact that Mickey is out of prison”. So he doesn’t know Mickey’s gonna contact him for sure. Why would he? He could just run away, as far as possible from where they’re looking for him.
What if it’s Ian who says the line, after he’s kidnapped, during their reunion, and he means it like “I knew you’d come, I knew you wouldn’t just escape from jail. I was waiting for you, I just knew you would come for me.”
@lynnialljohnson asked: Can we please have J/C on the ridge being constantly interrupted durring steamy make out sessions until they finally just lock everyone out of the house for a bit? Maybe Ian explains to an embarrassed Bree why they’re locked out? At Christmas?
I don’t have the words for how much I love this!!! Also when I finished writing it, I realized I forgot about the Christmas aspect of the act. So, I’ll do another one, because I have a really really fun modern plan for it. Hope you like that one too!
I whirled around, alarmed by the tone of Jamie’s voice.
“What is it? Who’s bleeding?”
I frowned up at him.
“Then why are you yelling for me?”
His eyes glittered.
“The house is empty.”
“So our house has been overrun wi’ people for two bloody weeks and I havena had ye properly in all that time.”
“So your daughter and her children are ‘overrunning’ our house?”
“Aye. When she and her husband and bairns sleep so close to our room, I canna take ye the way I want.”
“And how do you want to take me?”
Those full lips pulled into a mischievous smile.
Gathering me into his arms, he sat me on the table in my surgery and kissed me hard. I heard a rustling of fabric as he fumbled with my skirts.
“The first time in two weeks and you want to make me scream, so you decide make love to me on the table in my surgery?”
He shrugged and nipped at my ear.
“Weel, if ye’d been in the kitchen, I’d take ye in the kitchen. Ye just happened to be here.”
I moaned softly as his teeth moved to the side of my neck. His hand snaked between my legs, making me gasp.
Jamie puled back and glared down at me, silently commanding me to keep my mouth shut.
“I have to,” I whispered.
“It canna be life or death,” he muttered, gently probing my hot flesh.
“I’m the doctor here, Jamie. There isn’t another healer about for miles.”
“Aye, I ken that.”
We heard the boards creak as Ian came closer to the surgery. Jamie muttered a few choice curses in Gaelic and stepped away from me. I’d just gotten off the table and righted my skirts when Ian came in.
“There ye are, Auntie.”
“What can I do for you, Ian?”
“I was wondering if ye had some o’ that tea to help wi’ a woman’s monthly? Poor Rachel canna hardly stand.”
Jamie was glaring darkly at his nephew as I pulled bottles and jars from various cupboards.
“Brew as much of it as you can, you can always warm it later.”
“Thanks, Auntie. Sorry for, ah… Interrupting.”
Jamie’s ears burned pink.
Ian’s request for tea reminded me that I had something of my own brewing in the kitchen.
“Where are ye going!?” Jamie demanded as I followed Ian out.
“I have to check on my pot in the kitchen.”
“Damn it Claire!”
I had to admit I was having a little fun teasing him like this. His angry footsteps stomped along behind me, though he didn’t try to stop whatever I was doing. He knew better.
After checking that my latest experiment was progressing well, I turned to him.
“You said you’d take me in the kitchen?”
He didn’t answer, just pushed me onto the heavy wooden table he’d built me. His mouth found mine, eager and demanding and tasting faintly of whiskey.
“Christ ye taste good, Sassenach.”
“I was just thinking the same of you.”
While he kissed me again, I felt him tugging at the ties of my bodice.
Jamie let out an audible growl.
“What do ye want, Jeremiah?”
Jem stopped short and stared at the two of us, eyes wide.
“Mam sent me to ask if ye-”
“I dinna care what yer mam asked. I’m having a conversation wi’ your granny just now. Come back in an hour.”
“But mam said she needed Granny to look at Mandy’s rash. Da thinks it’s no’ a bad one, but-”
Jamie’s mood was getting worse.
“Jemmy, darling,” I said before Jamie did something Bree would scold him for later. “If Mandy hasn’t got a fever, she’ll be alright. I’ll be down in an hour when I’ve finished with your grandda, alright?”
“Mam’s no’ gonna be happy about that.”
“I dinna care a bloody bit if she’s no’ happy,” Jamie grumbled in my ear.
“Tell her you tried, but your grandfather is a very stubborn Scot. I’ll be by as soon as I can.”
Jemmy scampered away and Jamie got up, slamming the door closed behind him.
“Come wi’ me. Now.”
“I thought you were fine taking me anywhere?”
“Aye, I am. But I dinna want to wake up in an hour on the ground. My back canna handle that, aye?”
“So are we going to our room, then?”
“Aye. And bolting the bloody door. I’ll no’ be interrupted again.”
I followed him up the stairs to our room but paused at the door. I kicked my shoes off and pulled one stocking down.
“What the devil are ye doing, woman?”
“Making sure Bree doesn’t come barging in on us in the middle of our love-making.”
Jamie barked a laugh, puling at the ties of his shirt.
“Oh if she’s angry enough, she might…”
“So why do ye put the stocking on the door?”
“It’s something Bree learned when she went to university. It’s just a signal. Never you mind.”
I closed the door and bolted it shut. That made Jamie smile even more.
“Come here,” he said, hooking his finger at me.
Walking slowly, I pulled loose the laces of my bodice, sighing in relief when it came free.
I froze, hands on the back of my skirts ready to let them go. He was glaring at me.
“That’s my job, Sassenach!”
“Aye! Like unwrappin’ a present.”
Hands on my hips, I grinned at him.
“I didn’t know you were quite so fond of that. But you know that means you can’t take off your kilt. That is strictly my job.”
“Aye, and so it is, my own.”
His arms slid around my waist while he lowered his mouth to mine. Hands moved down and gripped my buttocks hard. I waited for the exclamation that would come as it always did.
“Christ, ye’ve the fattest arse.”
“Like clockwork,” I muttered, tangling my fingers in his hair.
He had me out of my gown and standing in only my shift in rather short order. While he might enjoy unwrapping the gift that was me, but he was clearly not ready to wait longer than he had to. I felt him begin to pull the hem of my shift up, but I stepped back.
“My turn,” I panted.
He muttered darkly and stood waiting, hands balled into fists.
I walked around him, much like I had on our wedding night all those years ago. When I was back in front of him, I pulled at the belt holding his kilt on.
“I know how much you love my fat ass,” I said slowly. “But I adore your kilt.”
“Oh aye. Easy access. Dinna have to fiddle wi’ laces and whatnot.”
“That’s part of it. But I get to see your legs more. And sometimes I can catch a peek beneath it.”
“Ye naughty thing!” he said sharply. “Trying to see beneath a man’s kilt. And a marriet man, no less.”
“A married man with a very nice bottom.”
He pulled off his shirt and grinned at me.
“A nice bottom and a verra stiff cock,” he said.
“How would you like me, darling?”
His eyes moved up and down my body, assessing.
“The bed. Wi’ yer arse in the air.”
Grinning, I crawled onto our bed and tucked my knees beneath myself, sitting up like a stinkbug.
I felt two large hands squeeze my taught backside before the bed creaked as he knelt behind me.
“I dinna like servicing ye so quiet. I like to hear ye scream.”
“So you’ve said. Think you’re up for the task?”
He grabbed my hand and pulled it behind me. I snorted when he pressed it against himself.
“What say ye?”
“Definitely up for the task.”
“Oh aye. But are you?”
“Why don’t you find out?”
He teased me for a moment, making me grip the quilts with white knuckles. Then he pushed slowly home, my body trembling as he did.
“I mean to hear ye screaming for me, Claire.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Apparently he was waiting for my permission. As soon as I gave it, he let loose. My whole body jerked when he slammed against me. I was screaming like mad, giving myself fully over to the sensation he awoke within me. I felt bruises forming beneath his fingers where he gripped my hips.
We fell over the precipice together, crying out for each other. Jamie caught himself just before he collapsed on top of me. He lay down on his back, broad chest heaving. I scooted over to him and rested my head where I always fit.
“Ye ken I’ve only ever loved you, right?”
“Yes, I know. And you know that you’re the true love of my life?”
“Aye, Sassenach. I ken it verra well.”
Ian saw a flash of red hair and kent it wasna his uncle.
“Bree! Ye canna go in the house!”
“And why not?! I sent Jem to get Mama and she said she’d come when she could?!”
“Ah… The shutters are closed in the surgery.”
Bree fixed him with a glare that rivaled both her mam and her da.
“And I reckon the door to the kitchen’s bolted too.”
“So I think they forgot to bolt the main door. Ye dinna want to go in there just now.”
Her eyes flashed dangerously. It was a look he’d seen often enough on his own mam that he took a step back.
“I don’t care what she’s doing. I need her!”
She started for the house and he grabbed her arm.
“No, cousin! Ye canna! If the doors are bolted it’s because Auntie’s, er… Busy.”
Bree stopped suddenly before her eyes widened. He watched the red creep up her neck just like it did wi’ Uncle Jamie.
“Oh God! They’re…”
“How do you know they’re…”
Ian’s brows went up and he tried hard not to laugh at her.
“Uncle Jamie loves Auntie Claire a great deal, aye? He canna help himself. And I’ve lived around them a while. I ken how they get.”
“Well, in that case… I suppose I’ll just go wait for Mama to… ah… finish.”
Bree cringed at her choice of words and left quickly. At least he’d stopped her from seeing, or hearing, too much.
This moment…the ‘Sorry I’m late’ gets me every time. And Mickey’s tender hand on Ian’s face and Ian exhaling… It was perfect and this song is so perfect for them. It fits them so well! These two make so much sense, together it feels like they make each other better, especially in the shitty situation they are constantly surrounded in. And when Ian finds out how messed up his head is and it is going to be for life. He is reaching out to Mickey. Ugh…both boys are so in love and constantly want to take care of each other. They are gonna be an emotional death of me (Fucking writers that are ruining them and their characters).
Ian: “What ees thees sorcehry?! eet is the moast beyutiful thing edupes has ever tasted… i moust show this to the oters!! they moust know!”
Joji: He observes it carefully, testing its molecular structural integrity before elevating it above the ground. He whispers to himself, “It can’t be…” hesitantly, he nibbles off of one end. Immediately, power courses through his body. He falls to his knees from the sheer force of it. Gasping, he drops the bean onto the ground. “No…” he breathes. The power contained in this object is enough to wreck his celestial body - what could it do to mortals? He furrows his brow and clenches the string bean, his arm trembling with the effort of containing such a powerful entity. He must destroy it. In one swift move he eats the entire thing, immediately vaporing and then condensing into a white orb. Of course, Joji cannot be destroyed, but here he will remain for many chromosomes, building up strength. With the great threat gone, climate change begins to reverse. The unemployment rate drops to 0. All animal shelters and orphanages go out of business because there is no need for them. The forests grow back to their full potential. The Earth is saved.
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