Bright light flickered above her as she shifted underneath the heavy quilt. Claire was hot, warmer than she’d ever been in her life. The heat stifled her as she tried to dig her way out.
Seeing her distress, Jamie gently pried the duvet from the sides where Jenny had tucked it in tight. He’d been with her all night, watching and waiting as if to assure himself that she was safe.
Jenny and Ian had been raging when he’d driven home, his sister’s face alight with fury as he’d pulled his car to a stop in the drive. Rushing from the porch, Ian had tried to pull her backwards, his gaze apologetic as she’d waggled her finger at her wayward brother.
a little headache either, a big one, pounding behind his eye-sockets, and no
matter how much he squeezed his eyes shut, he couldn’t get the feeling to go
away. All stimuli made it worse – even the tiny chink of light coming through
the cracks in the wood made him duck his head and close his eyes. It was the
same feeling he’d had as a teenager that time he’d stolen his father’s mead,
lost all of his senses, and woken up in a meadow a day later, ashen-faced and
swearing never again.
time when he’d woken up, it had taken him a while to remember where he was: it
seemed to take forever for the fog in front of his eyes to clear, and even when
it did he hadn’t recognized his surroundings. The rough burn of rope around his
wrists and the gentle bobbing back and forth were clues, but it wasn’t until he’d
heard the scratchy voices in front of him that it all came back to him.
oily massage turns in to an oily dickin’ (what a plot twist amirite?) ft. brotherly teasing
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admires his brother from behind as they dry themselves off after
their bath. A smirk graces his face as Loki grimaces and hisses
softly, his movements awkward and stiff after a long overdue bout in
the sparring ring. He admires the bruises left scattered over his
brother’s creamy skin, taking them in shamelessly and greedily,
knowing that the potion Loki had put in their bath would make
disappear within hours. The medicinal scent of it lingers in the
muggy air, sitting in the back of his throat.
Loki bends forward to pat the water off his bruised shins, Thor finds
himself unable to resist the temptation his brother’s ass presents.
He pulls his towel from where it’s wrapped low around his hips,
sneaks up closer without a sound as he twirls the fabric between his
snap echos off the tiled walls. As does Loki’s high-pitched yelp
and Thor raucous laughter.
Hi, Can you please write something about Claire comforting Jamie and maybe talking to him when he is asleep a bit like he talks to her in the books. Thank you!
Hi Anon, Thank you for your message! I hope this is the sort of thing you had in mind. xxx
Claire watched Jamie
from beneath her lowered lashes, she did not want him to know she was
awake when he had clearly tried so very hard not to wake her.
The fire was
drifting to embers but a faint red glow still emitted from the
hearth, enough to make out the lines of his body against the soft
blue velvet of the bouji chair. He was naked and Claire could see the
red hairs that usually lay flay against the slope of his thigh
standing rigid. The room was reasonably warm, as was to be expected
for late May and Claire felt her pulse quicken as she realised that
he must be afraid.
Sassenach, I’ll be well soon.”
His voice was a soft
rumble in the silence of the near darkness, giving her the option to
continue to feign sleep should she wish to.
herself up onto her elbows and thumbed a tumble of hair back from her
“Just a feeling,
lass. Nothing more.”
One of the pine logs
in the fire cracked and a few small sparks shot upwards. Claire
wrapped her arms around her knees and waited for him to speak again.
When Jamie remained
silent she slowly pushed the blankets back from her lap and got out
of bed crossing the room, her bare feet soft against the hardwood
“Dinna touch me,
She had been
reaching out to him but her hand stopped in mid-air and hovered
tell me what’s wrong. Was it a dream?”
His face was turned
away from her as Claire studied his profile intently, looking for any
clue as to what it could be that had driven him from their bed. His
cheeks were dry and his eyes, fiercely locked on the burning wood and
tendrils of smoke rising from it, were clear and alert.
“No not a dream …
He turned to her
then and a small smile, devoid of humour, curved his lips
“I woke up and
didna ken where I was. I didna ken this room, nor these hands,”
He held his hands up
before his face in illustration and Claire gently reached out and
grasped his fingers within her own.
“I didna ken who I
was, mo nighean donn.”
He shifted his gaze
to her, blue eyes wide and troubled with a confusion that he could
“I kent who ye
were, but no’ your name and I didna trust myself no’ to crush you
to me if I stayed beside ye, so I lay down on the floor and counted
the wood grains I could feel beneath my fingers until I came back to
Claire gently sank
to her knees and placed her free hand delicately on his leg, rubbing
the long shin softly before making her way around to the sculpted
muscle of his calf.
“That sounds like
a very acute anxiety attack.”
She said and Jamie
“I thought they
were the ones where it feels like I have run until I canna breath and
my heart is about to burst in my chest.”
“They come in
gently and Jamie nodded.
“This one wasna so
bad as the other type, I wasna frightened, only a bit dazed.”
Claire offered him a
small smile and he squeezed her fingers gently.
“Aye it is.”
“Come to bed,
Claire stood and
slowly urged her husband to his feet. She pulled back the blankets
and waited for him to settle onto his back before carefully tucking
them up around him, being sure not to pull them too tightly. Settling
herself in beside him, she held out her arm and smiled
“Come lay your
For a moment she
thought he would refuse, but slowly, like a cat uncurling from sleep,
he rolled towards her and placed his cheek against her breast with a
“Bree used to lie
like this, you know. When she was little and not feeling well or just
having trouble sleeping.”
“I can see why. Ye
are a great comfort Sassenach, it is like knowing that I am in a
completely safe place and that no one can find me unless I choose to
Claire had not
expected him to explain it as such and found that she had nothing to
say in response. The thought of Jamie feeling exposed and vulnerable
made her heart ache with sorrow but if she was able to offer some
small glimmer of comfort in the confines of their bed, then that was
something. Claire smoothed his hair back and shrugged, twining her
legs with his beneath the covers and stroking her hand down the
welted scars of his back with a rhythmic movement. Up and down, Up
and down …
Sassenach. Let me hold ye so.”
beginning to pull away but Claire’s arms only tightened around his
“Stay right where
you are. I like holding you.”
She scolded and
Jamie grinned, she felt his cheek curve upwards against her chest and
kissed the crown of his head.
“Aye, but I like
holding ye too and if I fall asleep like this, I’ll give ye a numb
“It’s only my
left arm and I have you to guard my left side anyway.”
She joked but
Jamie’s arms tightened around her protectively
“I protect all of
ye, mo Sorcha. For you are my home, my heart and the carriage of my
His voice was thick
with sleep but sure and clear all the same
“I am better off
lost, if I do not have you Claire.”
awake, stroking his back, and gently smoothing his hair for some time
after Jamie’s breathing had quietened to the sound rhythmic snores
of a deep slumber. On impulse, she touched the corner of his mouth
and instantly felt him smile against her, that sweet little smile
that she did not need light to see for she knew it as surely as she
knew the colour of his eyes and the touch of his hand.
“I protect all of
you too, you know.”
“And I will
continue to do so with my very life, James Fraser, until my time is
done and,” She paused, swallowing ”I will never leave you again. Wither thou goest, I
too shall go. I promise.”
Hi! I may have sent this request in a month ago, but my memory is very bad, so please forgive me. Could I request an Irene Adler x female!reader story where the reader takes on the dominatrix role instead? Maybe include ropes and/or strap ons. I hope this is enough to work with, Lu! <3