“To be lady of a manor, or to sleep in the fields like a gypsy? To be a healer, or a don’s wife, or an outlaw’s lady?”
“I was born for you,” I said simply, and held out my arms to him.
“Ye know,” he observed, letting go at last, “you’ve never said it.”
“Neither have you.”
“I have. The day after we came. I said I wanted you more than anything.”
“And I said that loving and wanting weren’t necessarily the same thing,” I countered.
He laughed. “Perhaps you’re right, Sassenach.” He smoothed the hair from my face and kissed my brow. “I wanted ye from the first I saw ye—but I loved ye when you wept in my arms and let me comfort you, that first time at Leoch.”
The sun sank below the line of black pines, and the first stars of the evening came out. It was mid-November, and the evening air was cold, though the days still kept fine. Standing on the opposite side of the fence, Jamie bent his head, putting his forehead against mine.
“Of what, my Sassenach?” The darkness was rolling in over the fields, filling the land and rising up to meet the night. The light of the new crescent moon marked the ridges of brow and nose, crossing his face with light.
“I’m afraid if I start I shall never stop.”
He cast a glance at the horizon, where the sickle moon hung low and rising. “It’s nearly winter, and the nights are long, mo duinne.” He leaned across the fence, reaching, and I stepped into his arms, feeling the heat of his body and the beat of his heart.
@rotodomo said: Fic prompt: It’s the night of Halloween and Arin is baking a pumpkin pie for dinner when Dan comes home. He doesn’t want to intrude (Arin’s *really* into it) so he secretly nabs a spare pumpkin and carves something in it… ~g.w.b.
cuuute, and also super perf since it’s october! sorry this took so long, and i hope you like it!
That’s the first word that pops into Dan’s head when he finally gets home after a long day. The house is pleasantly warm, a stark contrast to the chill he had experienced on the way home, watching the kids and teens outside going from house to house in search of treats in various costumes. Late October was always a little chilly, and Dan had made the mistake of not bringing a jacket with him when he left that morning.
He can also smell spices, the sweet, familiar scent of something baking assaulting his nostrils. It’s mouthwatering. Whatever it is, Dan definitely wanted a taste of it.
Dan walks into the kitchen and notices that Arin’s back is facing him, the man obviously occupied with what he’s baking in the oven. Arin starts humming a random tune to himself as he opens the oven to take a peek inside, and Dan catches the hint of a smile on his face. Arin always adored baking. Dan found it adorable how into it he got when he was in the mood.
Dan also catches a glimpse of what’s inside, and it’s a pie. Of course it is. Dan wonders why he even thought for a second that it would be anything else. Arin loves making pumpkin pies around this time of year, especially on Halloween. It always cheered Arin up, improving his mood greatly, and hey, it’s not like Dan was complaining. Arin’s pies were absolutely delicious.
Dan doesn’t want to bother Arin, he figures he should leave Arin alone to finish baking in peace. He almost leaves the room to get into something more comfortable, almost, but then his eyes land on the three unsuspecting pumpkins on the counter. They’re all already hollow; a gross, soggy pile of pumpkin guts is sitting in a large bowl nearby (Dan always found that part gross, but it had to be done…) and he notices absentmindedly that one of them hasn’t been carved yet.
Dan’s lips curl up into a grin, he already knows what he’s gonna do.
Slinking forward quietly so Arin wouldn’t hear him, he snatches up the blank pumpkin and one of the carving tools, and he speedily starts cutting into it.
Two circles. One longer, thinner, almost half circle connecting the two, and…
Yep. Dan just carved a dick into this pumpkin. And you know what? He regrets nothing.
Silently smiling to himself, Dan slides the vegetable back into place, turning it so it’s facing the wall and Arin won’t immediately see what’s on it. Satisfied, he tiptoes back out of the room, unable to stifle a giggle as he makes his way to their bedroom to change.