Well. With THAT lovely little ditty to start our day I'll ask: Does Jamie hear this? Cuz JAMMF could verra well come by her door every night to check on her. If he wanted. 😬
Part one: <HERE>
He heard his name, the airy wisp of it floating from underneath Claire’s door as he snuck down the quiet corridor. He wasn’t supposed to be there, he should have been tucked away in his home made cot in the stables, but he’d promised Claire safety and he meant to check on her as much as he was able.
Her voice sounded far away, as if she were dreaming of him. It called to Jamie, and he crept closer to the closed door. Knowing he shouldn’t be there, he kept his ears pricked for signs of anyone wandering close, but his eyes were fixed solidly to the oak that lay between him and mistress Beauchamp.
She enthralled him, and, by the sound of her mournful cries, he’d done something similar to her.
Jamie couldn’t quite believe it. The sounds, louder now he was closer, seemed to grow in intensity as he placed his hands against the cold wood, her keens subtly transforming from careful desire into out-and-out want within moments.
“Claire…” he whispered, hoping that his voice didn’t carry as hers had.
He knew, as he’d taken her into his arms in front of the fire only a few days before, that she was special. After bending towards her, desire spiking between the pair as heat coursed through them, he’d been disappointed when she’d pulled away. This was a sure sign that she hadn’t altogether wanted to rebuff him.
Smiling, his cheeks flushed as he heard her moan and still. Leaning his forehead against the door, Jamie licked his lips in anticipation. She was to leave come the morning, but the idea of her vanishing -especially now, after what he’d just heard- made his heart beat faster, the loud thump of it echoing in his ears.
The surreal curse reverberated through the floor, under the door and up through Jamie’s feet as he held his breath. He’d been certain she’d finished, so sure that he’d stopped paying attention to her moans. Caught off guard by his daydreams, Jamie shook his loose curls to clear his vision. Lust flowed through him at the sound of her climax. He’d never borne witness to a woman…*touching*…but her sweet tones made him wish he could evaporate through the door into her room, just to catch her face at this moment.
If it were possible, her calls had Jamie more enamoured with her now that he had been before.
“Please, Claire,” he begged to himself, “please dinna leave me…”
Crawling into bed on the other side of the door, Claire tried to calm the pulsating beat of her pounding heart.
‘Please,’ she was certain she’d heard it, the plea for her to stay, But as the haze had lifted and she’d tried to right herself, Claire had written it off as her imagination.
She knew that Jamie was in love with her, that he wanted her to stay. But would he ever be so selfish as to beg her not to leave?
The question she posed to herself was useless. She knew she wasn’t going anywhere. Events would transpire as they had done before. Collum and Douglas would put pay to her release and this time she would be grateful for it.
“Never fear, love,” she sighed as she slid the covers around her and snuggled down under the quilts, “I won’t.”
(I still don’t know where this is going, but thanks @diversemediums for the prompt. You are so wise.)