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Bree's Birthmark

Much later, Christmas properly kept with a dram—or two—of whiskey all round, we lay at last in our own bed, watching the flames of the newly kindled fire, and listening to Ian’s peaceful snores. 

“It’s good to be home again,” I said softly. 

“It is.” Jamie sighed and pulled me closer, my head tucked into the curve of his shoulder. “I did have the strangest dreams, sleeping in the cold.“ 

"You did?” I stretched, luxuriating in the soft yielding of the feather-stuffed mattress. “What did you dream about?" 

"All kinds of things.” He sounded a bit shy. “I dreamt of Brianna, now and again." 

"Really?” That was a little startling; I too had dreamt of Brianna in our icy shelter—something I seldom did. 

“I did wonder…” Jamie hesitated for a moment. “Has she a birthmark, Sassenach? And if so, did ye tell me of it?" 

"She does,” I said slowly, thinking. “I don’t think I ever told you about it, though; it isn’t visible most of the time, so it’s been years since I noticed it, myself. It’s a—" 

His hand tightening on my shoulder stopped me. "It’s a wee brown mark, shaped like a diamond,” he said. “Just behind her left ear. Isn’t it?" 

"Yes, it is.” It was warm and cozy in bed, but a small coolness on the back of my neck made me shiver suddenly. “Did you see that in your dream?" 

"I kissed her there,” he said softly

Diana Gabaldon, Drums of Autumn

anonymous asked:

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