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Mo Chridhe - 7

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“Mmm… my favorite,” Jamie murmured as he bit and sucked at Claire’s throat, just hard enough for her nerves to be set on fire, but light enough that he wouldn’t leave a lasting mark.

“Jamie,” Claire repeated over and over in a breathy whisper, which caused Jamie’s body to alight with renewed vigor.

He smiled as kissed his way down to the ‘V’ of her v-neck shirt, nuzzling down beneath the fabric to the silky cups of her bra.

“Off, Jamie. Take the bloody shirt off me!” Claire cried out as Jamie continued his ministrations with his mouth over the fabric as his hands slowly crept under her shirt, savoring the silky skin of her sides. Edging the shirt closer to her head, Jamie reluctantly pulled away and quickly discarded the shirt, starting a pile in the floor.

Jamie’s hands reached behind her and groped at the band in the back. Searching, he felt no hook or clasp only silk and lace.

“The front,” Claire’s breathy voice whispered. “The clasp is in the front.”

Jamie smiled against Claire’s sternum, kissed down to the small bow covered hook and slowly pulled the clasp—


William burst into his parent’s bedroom, carrying his favorite green blanket and stuffed elephant. His wildly awry brownish red curls and tear streaked cheeks lead the way to fear filled eyes.

Claire gasped and quickly ducked under the coverlet, reaching out to the floor and groping for her missing shirt.

“What’s wrong, a bhailach?” Jamie crossed the room and gathered his son up into his arms.

The sleepy boy nestled his head into his father’s neck and sniffled. “I had a bad dweam, you and Mama, Fewgus, Faith, and Bwee were all gone! I was all alone! I dinna like it Da! I dinna like it one bit!”

Patting William’s back, Jamie carried him over to the bed and laid him down next to his—now fully clothed—mother.

“Shh, my darling. It was only a bad dream. Your Da and I are right here my love, and no one has left you alone.”

“What about Bwee, Fewgus and Faith?”

“All three should be snug in their beds, sound asleep. As should you, little one. Why did you bring Angus with you?”

William’s little shoulder shrugged, identical to his father’s dismissive Scottish shrug. “I didna want to be alone if ye all werrre gone. I hafta keep a fwiend close.”

Claire looked over her son’s curly head and into her husband’s blue eyes, conveying the mild heartbreak she was experiencing at her son’s distress and at the loss of the intimate moment they had been sharing.

“Ah, that’s verra brave son. I’m sure wee Angus here would have kept ye safe and good company,” Jamie said, kissing the top of William’s head. “How about ye give yer Mam a hug and I’ll take ye back to bed?”

Claire felt William’s tiny hands latch around her neck, then his head shake back and forth quickly. “I dinna want to leave. Please, let me sleep hewe with you.”

Unable to say no to her children no matter what the sacrifice, Claire wrapped her son into her arms and kissed his temple. “Of course you can sleep here. We’ll put you back in your bed after you’re sleeping soundly.”


“Don’t talk back to yer Mam. Ye ken the rules; ye sleep in yer own bed. We’ll help ye get to sleep, but we’ll tuck ye in to yer own bed with Angus after ye do fall asleep.”

William huffed, and burrowed his head into Claire’s neck—the same spot Jamie had been not five minutes before.

“Fine,” he grumbled. “But can I have Fwank or Chawlie in my woom too?”

“Aye, if I can get one of the beasts from yer siblings rooms, ye can have one in yer room with ye.”

The tension in the four year olds body deflated and he melted onto his mother’s chest, falling into a deep sleep shortly after.

Jamie stroked his son’s back, his heart full of love at seeing his small form with his mother. The memory of his birth was all too painful and vivid; he’d nearly lost both of them that day, had it not been for Joe and —grudgingly— Dr. Raymond Bouton, they both would have died that dreary January morning.

“I love the wee heathen, but he needs to work on his timing.”

Claire laughed, muffling her mouth with the pillow. “Getting blue balls are you?”

“Aye, and ye as a doctor surely know that they arena healthy for a man.” Jamie winked and gently caressed Claire’s arm that protectively surrounded their son.

“Why don’t you take this one back to bed and we’ll see what I can do to alleviate any pain you may be experiencing?” Claire gave Jamie a sly smile and a pointed stare at the appendage in question, alluding to the activities she had in mind.

After carrying the limp form of his slumbering son to bed and dragging a reluctant Charlie from Faith’s room, settling the Cocker Spaniel in bed with William, Jamie rushed back down the hall to his wife. Peeling his shirt off as he walked into the room, he found Claire in nothing but his button up shirt lying peacefully on the bed.

His patience was wearing thin and his balls felt like they were about to fall off from the strain of lack of satisfaction.

“Hmm… Are you going to stand in the doorway all night staring or are you going to join me?” Biting her lip, Claire crooked a finger beckoning him to her.

Before he bounded onto the bed, Jamie found himself without pants and without a care in the world.

Claire gently stroked her husband’s chest, paying close attention to the curly cinnamon hairs springing up between his pectoral muscles. Her fingernail traced the perimeter of the hair, settling on his right nipple and swirling slowly inward until the tip budded out from stimulation. Claire bent forward and licked his nipple, then treated the left to the same amount of attention, before slowly licking, sucking, and biting her way down.

Cupping him in her palm, she slowly caressed, stroked, and squeezed, giving Jamie the most erotic and intimate baws check he had ever experienced. Jamie couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, or even see straight as Claire doctored his ills. Blue balls woes forgotten, now all that consumed his being was the fire of desire.

Lust, love, want—he could not decipher one from the other, only that Claire was the source of these desires. He pulled her up and kissed her soundly, allowing their tongues to dance and bodies to melt into one another. He flipped Claire on to her back and ripped the buttons from his shirt, greedy eyes taking in her soft, rounder form.

“Fair is fair,” he whispered and then treated her breasts and nipples to a similar treatment that she had shown him. One hand circled, the other creeped steadily lower. Her body arched off the bed, and her surprised moan caused him to smile and increase his efforts. She was always responsive, always ready, and always his.

Claire grabbed Jamie’s hips and positioned him where she wanted him. Never afraid to take control, but willing to let him lead. They began their rhythm—a slow, torturous tempo that caused both of them to quickly lose their breath.

“Daddy! What are you doing to Mama?” Bree’s voice shrieked. Claire squealed and Jamie fumbled for the coverlet to shield his naked arse from his youngest daughter.

“Ach, mo chridhe, why are you out of bed?” Jamie groaned into Claire’s shoulder just loud enough for Bree to hear.

“I couldn’t sleep. I wanted you to read me a story,” Bree said, her voice getting steadily closer.

“Darling, give your Da and I a little while and we’ll meet you in your room for a story. Pick out a book will you? Or find the chapter we left off on in Harry Potter, ok?”

“Alright, Mama!” They heard their daughter’s excited footsteps run for the door then stop. “Da, dinna hurt Mama again, ok?” Bree’s voice, too stern for her six year old self, caused Claire to giggle and Jamie to stifle his own.

“Aye, mo chridhe, I promise no to hurt yer Mama again.”

That must have satisfied her, for the excited patter of Bree running to her room was all that could be heard. Jamie slumped onto his wife, deflated.

“Next time, lock the door.” Claire huffed, not wanting to lose the connection, but the desire slowly ebbing away from their daughter’s intrusion.

“Aye, I’ll try to remember that. Next time, try not to be so tempting, mo nighean donn, and I might not forget.”

Claire laughed and kissed him with all the love and desire they were denied that evening.

“Later?” Jamie asked pulling away from Claire’s mouth.

“If you can stay awake that long after reading God knows how many chapters of Harry Potter for Bree.”

Jamie buried his head in Claire’s shoulder, not ready to move or leave her warmth.

“Go,” she said and kissed him again. “I’ll go grab a glass of water for Bree and be in with you shortly.”

“Mo nighean donn,” he said, punctuating each word with a kiss. “Dinna keep us waiting too long.”

“I won’t.” She said kissing him once more and sliding out from under him with a sad sigh.

Later, if only later were now. Jamie thought to himself as he watched Claire’s naked form slip into the bathroom.

I know it’s been a while, but work is hoppin’. Doesn’t mean I’m not making time to watch Agent Carter. Regardless of the slop they’re doing with Peggy’s love life, can I get an “Amen” for her wardrobe thus far? Teal, to quote Steel Magnolias, is her signuhchuh cuhlor. And the pants/pantsuits are killer.

And Dottie next week!!!