after twenty years, they finally laugh together again
Recovering, Jamie slapped my hip. “Get on your knees, Sassenach.”
“If you’ll not let me be spiritual about it, you’ll have to put up wi’ my baser nature. I’m going to be a best.” He bit my neck. “Do ye want me to be a horse, a bear or a dog?”
“A hedgehog? And just how does a hedgehog make love?” he demanded.
No, I though. I won’t. I will not. But I did. “Very carefully.” I replied, giggling helplessly. So now we know just how old that one is, I thought.
“Mind ye, dogs sometimes do look a little trifle sheepish when they’ve done wi’ mating.” he said.
“Mm. And how do sheep look, then?”
“Aye, well, female sheep just go on lookin’ like sheep - not havin’ great deal of choice in the matter, ye ken.”
“Oh? And what do male sheep look like?”
“Oh, they look fair depraved. Let their tongues hang out, drooling, and their eyes roll back, while they make disgusting noises. Like most male animals, aye?” I could feel the curve of his grin against my shoulder.
He squeezed again, and I pulled gently on the ear closest to hand.
“I didn’t notice your tongue hanging out.”
“Ye werena noticing; your eyes were closed.”
“I didn’t hear any disgusting noises, either.”
“Well, I couldna just think of any on the spur of the moment.” he admitted. “Perhaps I’ll do better next time.”
We laughed softly together and then were quiet, listening to each other breathe.