Secret Santa Ficlet: Claire’s 12 Days of Christmas. Day Six.
On the sixth day of Christmas: In which there is a kiss:
The bells rang out through the Inverness streets signalling the end of mid-week mass as Claire and Jamie walked, hand in hand, along the Ness. Streetlights glistened in its still waters, blurring and distorting with the slow, meandering tide.
As they strolled away from the city towards the residential houses on the left hand side of the river, Jamie veered them off the small path and across a tiny footbridge.
“I’d never seen this before!” Claire exclaimed upon setting foot on the wee island, her eyes darting this way and that as they walked amongst the trees. Twinkling lights hung in the boughs above, dangling above their heads, lighting their path.
“Do ye like it?”
“Like it?” She mirrored, awe lacing her voice as he turned her to face him. “Jamie, it’s so beautiful here. I can’t believe I’ve never noticed it before.”
Enraptured by the dream like quality her surroundings, Claire was caught unawares as Jamie swooped down and moulded his lips against hers. Kissing her softly at first, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, pleasantly surprised at how well she seemed to fit against him.
Pushing herself up, Claire clung to Jamie’s sleeves and tipped her head to the right. He nipped at her bottom lip and she moaned, the feel of it shooting straight from head to toe. Softly, as slow as she was able, she slipped her tongue along the joint of his lips, tasting the remnants of the chocolate dessert they’d shared and the stronger aroma of whisky.
Burying his hand in her hair, Jamie pulled Claire’s head back, running his tongue along the length of her jaw before nipping at her earlobe. They were both panting, the air around them filled with the warmth of their combined breath.
Not wanting to push the boundaries, Jamie kissed her gently at the base of her ear before pulling away once more.
“I didna mean to take advantage of ye in such a remote spot, Claire. I just did no’ want to kiss ye on the street where anyone might wander passed, aye?” His voice was so low it was almost just a sigh on the evening breeze, but Claire heard every word, as attuned to him as she was.
“You don’t need to explain, Jamie,” she replied, not wanting him to feel guilty for his actions. Part of her wanted him to drag her home, strip her bare and run his smooth lips over every inch of her skin. But the more rational part of her knew that he wouldn’t, he was too much of a gentleman to indulge himself in such an action. Her cheeks burned red at her less than angelic thoughts. She ached for him, her chest felt strained under the pressure of her desire.
“Claire…” Jamie pressed, running his finger along her hairline, seeing the far off look in her eyes, “where did ye go, sassenach?”
Shaking herself off, Claire re-centred her mind and focused back on Jamie. His eyes seemed incredibly blue in the darkness that encased them, swimming with untold secrets and stories. Yellow, blue and green lights lit him up from behind, creating an ethereal glow. His hair glowed, a rainbow halo that caught various stray curls as they blew above the crown of his head in the wind.
“Nowhere…” she whispered, stepping forward and placing a kiss against his stubbly cheek, “would you like to come back to mine for some coffee?”