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Welcome Home, Soldier

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Ian left shortly after they had finished the call with the state-side Frasers, but not before wishing Jamie luck with the morning’s surgery and kissing Claire on the cheek, welcoming her into the family once more.

After seeing Ian out and making sure that the door was locked, Claire came back over to Jamie’s bedside. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth, gently kissing her knuckles. “I told ye they would love ye mo chridhe.”

Claire smiled at Jamie and gave a small nod of her head. “You did love, and I didn’t want to doubt it. It’s just that, we did things so unconventionally. I didn’t want them to think my motives were out of anything other than love for their son/brother.”

“Aye, I can see yer point, Sassenach, but I dinna care what they think. I ken yer heart and soul. As fer yer body, I would like to ken that a bit more, hmmm?” Jamie gave her that ridiculous owl-eyed blink.

“You are shameless, James Fraser!” Claire said, but with a clear smile on her face and love in her eyes. “How about this? We only have two hours left before you have to stop eating. Would you be up for a stroll through the halls to get your blood moving a bit?”

“Perhaps...but what’s my motivation Sassenach?” Jamie wiggled his eyebrows.

“Oh, I don’t know...not getting blood clots?” Claire replied, in her sternest doctor tone, but the twinkle in her eyes gave away what she was actually thinking.

Well, well, ‘twa can play that game, Sassenach, Jamie thought.

“Oh, aye. Blood clots, ye say? Do I only have tae worry about them in my legs, mo nighean donn?” Jamie asked as seriously as he could.

Claire opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off as Jamie pulled Claire close and kissed her passionately. When he pulled away Claire was slightly breathless as she looked into his eyes and blinked.

“What was it that ye were goin’ tae say, Dr. Fraser?” Jamie innocently asked. “My apologies for interrupting ye.”

I see what you’re doing, Fraser. Hope you can get as good as you give. Claire thought.

Claire regained her composure and spoke clearly. “The best thing for blood clots is to keep the blood flowing to the extremities followed by some light massage.”

“Oh, aye?” The tips of Jamie’s ears turned pink and he swallowed visibly.

Aye,” Claire mimicked. “The only problem is that I don’t think there are any orderlies on right now to accompany you on the walk.”

“Well then,” Jamie looked at Claire and started to push up off the bed. “I guess that means yer comin’ with me.”


It took a couple of minutes to get Jamie fully upright and steady on his feet. He adamantly refused to use the walker that Claire put in front of him.

“That’s fine, but there will be no massage afterwards if you don’t use it. Your choice.”

This was followed by what Claire could only assume was a string of muttered Gaelic curse words, and a glare from the Master Sergeant that would have brought any international fugitive to their knees. Not the least intimidated by her husband, Claire stood her ground until Jamie’s gaze softened and he murmured sorry.

“I dinna ‘spose I could use a cane instead?” Claire made a thin line out of her lips and shook her head slowly. Jamie sighed and nodded. Claire chuckled and together, they made their way out the door and into the hallway.

Not wanting to wear Jamie out, Claire had only planned to go to the end of the hall and back, but when they got to the point where she had planned to turn around, Jamie surprised her by continuing on.

“Jamie,” Claire started, but he raised his hand to her.

“I’m alright mo chridhe, truly. I’m glad ye suggested getting up for a bit.” He smiled at Claire and then continued walking. “Besides,” Jamie went on as Claire walked slowly next to him, “I figured the farther I went, the bigger the reward, aye?”

Claire looked over at her husband and was rewarded with a smile that would have rivaled a child in a candy store, who’s mother just said he could pick any treat he wanted.

Claire returned his smile and spoke softly to him. “I think that can be arranged, but I wouldn’t want you to be worn out from walking too far, soldier... and…” she paused, arching her eyebrow. “Unable to fulfill your duties?”

“Weel, we would’na want that, would we? Perhaps we should turn back Sassenach.”

Claire nodded and let Jamie maneuver the walker to head back towards his room. Glancing at her watch, Claire noted that Jamie only had an hour left to eat something. She opened her mouth to ask him what he might want, but then closed it. He appeared to be deep in thought as he ambled slowly back to his room. Their marriage was still new and they had spent most of it apart, so Claire was hesitant to ask Jamie what was on his mind.

“Even with my own thoughts tumbling 'round, I can hear ye thinking from over here Sassenach.” Jamie gave her a sideways smile.

“How did you -”

“I’m a Master Sergeant, Claire. I have a keen sense of what is happening around me, most of the time. I pick up on the slightest movements, sounds, changes in demeanor. It’s why I’m the best at what I do.”

“Confident, are we?” she asked in a teasing tone.

“Aye,” he answered back. “If I was’na, I’d be deid.”

That comment brought Claire up short and she looked at Jamie, placing her arm on his bicep. “Please don’t even joke about that, Jamie. I-.”

“I’m no’ joking, mo ghraidh. I dinna mean to sound conceited, but I was no’ promoted to Master Sergeant fer nothin’. I’m good at what I do and it gives me some relief to ken that while I have lost some of my physical capabilities, for now at least, that my other senses have not faded completely.”

Squeezing his arm, Claire tugged gently to make him stop. “I’m so proud of you, darling. If I haven’t told you that before, I want to make sure that you know it now.” Claire’s voice was thick with emotion. “I could never do what you do and while most of the time it terrifies me, my heart swells with pride, knowing that you are out there, leading men, and defending our country.”

Jamie took one hand off the walker, to cup Claire’s cheek. Then he straightened himself slowly, and brought his other hand up to fully cup her face. He lowered his lips down to her mouth and kissed her tenderly. When he stopped, he pressed his forehead to hers.

“Thank ye, mo chridhe, for telling me that. I ken ye might no’ like my job most of the time, but tae ken how proud ye are of me, makes my heart fit to burst! But yer wrong, Claire.”

Puzzled, Claire pulled back slightly to look into Jamie’s eyes.

“Yer wrong that you could’na do what I do. You are the strongest, smartest, most talented woman I ken. Throw in yer stubbornness and beauty and there is’na a single man who would’na follow yer orders. Christ, I’m weak in the knees most of the time yer around.” Jamie smiled and continued, “Ye dinna ken how confident I am about tomorrow’s surgery. To have ye in there, not only by my side, but healing me with those confident, tender hands? I’m proud of ye, Sassenach.”

“Well then Soldier, let’s get ye a small snack,” Claire whispered into his ear as she pressed her body into his, feeling his arousal through the hospital gown, “followed by your hard earned reward, aye?”

“Sassenach,” Jamie hissed through gritted teeth, “how am I supposed to walk back to my room in this state?” They both looked down to the quite obvious erection that seemed to be the cause of Jamie's lack of movement.

“Think about pudding, my love.” Claire said as she started to slowly walk ahead of Jamie. Turning to look back over her shoulder, she asked, “Chocolate or vanilla?”

Criosd, bean. Bidh thu na bhàs dhòmhsa,” murmured Jamie. This woman will be the death of me. Resuming his walking, he looked at her and replied, “Is there really a choice? Chocolate, and if ye dinna agree with me, Sassenach, I’m no’ sure this marriage will last.”


Once they were back in Jamie’s room, Claire had him sit on the edge of a chair to continue some leg exercises, while she quickly went to the cafeteria to get his chocolate pudding. She couldn’t help but smile the whole way back from the cafeteria, thinking about how Jamie said chocolate pudding was the only type of pudding.

Bloody right, Claire said to herself. What would I have done if he said vanilla?

Chuckling to herself, as she opened the door, she was heartened at the sight she saw. Jamie was sitting on the stool diligently completing the leg exercises she had shown him. He had a look of deep concentration on his face and small beads of sweat lined his brow. He was working so hard to get back his strength and she hated the thought of him undergoing another surgery tomorrow. Claire tried to push those thoughts from her head as she watched her husband. It had only been a couple of weeks since the accident, so there were no real signs of atrophy yet. Each muscle was well defined and he sat before her, looking like a Greek God on his throne. Claire’s mind started to wander to the “reward” she would give Jamie for working so hard. She would never tire of looking at him and sighed at the thought that he was all hers for the rest of their lives. Letting out a small sigh and shifting her weight, caused Claire to drop the spoon on the floor with a small clang.

“Och! I did’na hear ye come in Sassenach!”

“I’m sorry to have startled you! I was enjoying the view.” A blush had started to creep up Claire’s neck.

Jamie flashed Claire his million dollar smile and reached his arm out towards her, beckoning her to come to him. “Did ye bring me my pudding, mo chridhe?”

“I did and it’s a bloody good thing you said chocolate. I’m not sure I wanted our first fight to be over pudding.”

“Aye, especially when we canna properly make up, hmm?” Jamie’s tone was dripping with desire.

“I’m not sure you’ll make it through the pudding, darling.”

“Perhaps no’, but…” Jamie looked beyond Claire, “Bolt the door Sassenach.”

“Bolt the door?” Claire questioned. “And just why would I do that?”

Mo ghraidh, there will be nights ahead of us where I plan to tease ye until ye scream my name and beg me tae serve ye. Tonight is no’ one of those nights. Now, bolt the door, lass.” Jamie’s eyes were now the color of the midnight sky and the look in them told Claire that the teasing had come to an end.

Slowly backing up, Claire complied and locked the door. She walked back over to Jamie, swaying her hips just slightly and Jamie’s eyes dropped to her waist. Once Claire was in front of Jamie, she scooped out a small spoonful of chocolate pudding and fed it to him. Claire fed herself a spoonful as well, and made sure to slowly and fully lick the spoon clean.

Giving a low growl in his throat, Jamie pulled Claire by the waist until she was standing between his thighs. As Claire was preparing to give Jamie another spoonful of pudding, he began to undo the button on her jeans and pull the zipper down, catching a glimpse of the top of her panties. Jamie looked up at her and opened his mouth to speak. Not giving him a chance, Claire placed the spoon in it and watched as Jamie licked the pudding off, leaving his tongue chilled from the cold dessert. He then ran his cold tongue around Claire’s belly button causing her to inhale sharply.

“Jamie…” Claire whispered as she exhaled.

“Set the pudding down on the table, 'fore you drop it Sassenach.” Before doing as she was told, Claire dipped her finger in the pudding and smeared some of it across her abdomen, and pulling down her panties slightly, trailed her finger down a bit. Jamie quirked an eyebrow as he took in what Claire had done. “I canna have ye all sticky, mo nighean donn, at least not with pudding."

Claire smirked down at Jamie, "I suppose you should clean me up a bit.” Jamie was happy to oblige, licking the sweet dessert off of his wife’s ivory smooth abdomen.

After making sure Claire was thoroughly clean, Jamie reached his hands into the waist of Claire’s jeans and reached back around to grab her arse and start kneading. Claire stood back up and shimmied out of her jeans. She then ran her hands through Jamie’s hair, which she was pleased to see had started to curl on top as it had gotten a bit longer in the last couple of weeks.

“Come to me, mo nighean donn,” Jamie coaxed and pulled Claire down to his lap.

“Are you sure, Jamie?” Claire hesitated, resisting his pull.

“Yes, Claire. I need ye tonight, mo chridhe. I need to feel and pour myself in tae ye.”

“I want that too, darling, more than you know, but I don’t want to hurt you or cause you any pain.”

“I’ll be in more pain Sassenach, if I canna feel as if I’m one with ye.”

Cupping his face in her hands, Claire leaned down to kiss Jamie. She ran her tongue across his bottom lip, prompting him to open his mouth, and when he did, Claire plunged her tongue into his mouth to deepen the kiss. Jamie moaned back in response and let go of her arse, briefly enough to slide her panties down. Then he ran his hands back up the inside of her thigh and over Claire’s folds already slick with desire. Parting them with his long fingers, Jamie caressed her swollen nub, causing Claire to gently bite down on Jamie’s lip.

Claire broke the kiss first, taking a deep breath and shuddering as she released it. Her body already close to sensory overload, as Jamie continued his ministrations and focused on rubbing her clit while kissing any skin within reach. Looking down, Claire noticed he still had his gown on.

“You are far too dressed for this occasion, Soldier.” Helping Jamie to his feet, Claire reached behind Jamie to untie the strings of his hospital gown. It quickly pooled down at his feet and Claire was able to wrap her delicate fingers around Jamie’s full length. At her touch, Jamie inhaled sharply and unconsciously paused his own ministrations. Claire whimpered at the loss of friction and placed her other hand on top of Jamie’s encouraging him to continue their foreplay.

“Keep that up lass, and all we’ll be wiping up is your hand.”

Claire smiled against his lips. Jamie had begun to sit back down and attempted to pull Claire on to his lap.

“No, my love that won't do for today.” Claire said as she let go of Jamie’s arousal. She kneeled down and took him into her mouth before Jamie could protest. Claire stroked Jamie’s full length as her tongue circled his sensitive tip. Jamie grabbed Claire’s curls and held them away from her face so he could watch her beautiful lips and his cock disappear into her luscious mouth. After another minute, Claire released Jamie with a ‘pop’ and licked up the length of the underside of his cock. Never breaking eye contact, Claire stood up in front of Jamie and turned the stool so he was facing the bed. As Jamie turned his head back with a questioning look, Claire smirked and walked between Jamie and the bed then turned around so that her arse was in his face. She placed her hands on the edge of the bed and looked back over her shoulder. “I need you inside me, Jamie.”

Jamie had never been more turned on that he was at this moment. Grabbing on to her hips, he slowly stood up. He leaned over Claire’s shoulder and whispered into her ear, “Bend over, lass.”

Claire happily obliged and Jamie easily slid into her. Both released a contented sigh as Jamie stilled inside of her. Both had found ways to release their sexual tension, before and after their wedding, but this was only the second time Jamie had been inside Claire.

“Ye feel amazing, Claire! I’m no’ sure how long I’ll be able to last.”

“I’m not worried, Jamie. You’ve never left me wanting before, I can’t imagine tonight would be any different.”

Maintaining his hold on her hips, Jamie started to thrust into Claire. Slowly at first with a nice smooth rhythm. He had closed his eyes because looking at Claire from this angle was enough to make him cum in about three thrusts.

“And here I thought you wouldn’t be able to keep your eyes off my arse.”

Jamie’s eyes popped open and he found Claire looking back over her shoulder at him. “Christ, Sassenach! If I stare at ye from this angle, with your perfect, round arse under my hands and your milky white breasts bouncing with each of my thrusts, I’ll no’ last 10 seconds.”

“I’m close Jamie, I may only need five. ” Claire said, while biting her lower lip. She reached her hand between her legs and started rubbing her swollen clit. She could feel her walls beginning to tighten.

“Dinna do that, mo nighean donn,” Jamie begged. “Please. I want a few more minutes inside ye. I dinna ken when the next time will be.”

Claire stopped touching herself and reached back a bit farther to cup Jamie’s balls. They were heavy in her hand and she could feel Jamie’s rhythm become a bit more erratic.

“Sassenach,” Jamie said in a whine.

“I’m sorry, darling, but please,” Claire whined back. “Make me cum, Jamie.”

Not one to deny his wife anything, Jamie grabbed her hips a little tighter and started pumping faster. Claire responded by moaning and kneading his balls a bit firmer. When she noticed his thrusts getting deeper and more erratic, Claire removed her hand and placed it back on her clit. Rubbing in circles, Claire was quickly on the verge of her own orgasm, but didn’t want to come without Jamie.

Sensing Claire was close, Jamie let go of one hip and reached around to replace her hand with his own. Knowing exactly what she liked and the pressure to push her over the edge, Jamie brought Claire to the precipice almost immediately.

“Jamie!” Claire cried out and started bucking her hips back against him.

“Come fer me, mo chridhe. Come now!” Jamie encouraged and Claire’s slick, velvety walls clamped down on Jamie. She was still rocking against him and the vice grip that she held on his cock, caused Jamie to reach his own orgasm and spill himself fully into Claire, while calling out her name.

Bha sin iongantach mo ghaol. An urrainn dhuinn fuireach mar seo gu bràth?”

Picking her head up, from where she had laid it down on the bed, Claire looked back at Jamie. “What did you say?”

Not ready to be parted from her quite yet, Jamie leaned over and kissed the delicate spot between Claire’s shoulder blades. “I said, ‘That was amazing, my love. Can we stay like this forever?’”

Sighing contentedly, Claire gave Jamie a smile. “I would love nothing more.”

Kissing her one last time, Jamie slowly straightened himself and pulled out of Claire. “Stay right there mo ghraidh. I’ll get ye a washcloth.” Jamie walked over to the counter and turned on the sink to warm the water. He grabbed one of the clean washcloths that Claire had brought in earlier and ran it under the warm water before ringing it out. Making his way back over to her, he turned her around and gently cleaned her up, then took care of himself.

Jamie tried to stifle the yawn that came out of his mouth, but Claire was quick to notice. “You’ve had a long day, darling. I think it’s time we get you situated for bed. We both have big days tomorrow.”

“Aye.” Jamie didn’t argue, knowing it would be useless against his wife’s strict orders. They both needed to be at their best for tomorrow and a good night’s rest was paramount.

It had been about ten minutes since they had laid down and turned off the lights. Claire was on the verge of falling into a blissful sleep when she heard Jamie whisper in her ear.

“I dinna think I will ever be able to eat chocolate pudding with a spoon again Sassenach. I’ll be expectin’ to lick it off ye.” He smiled against her neck and placed a soft kiss behind her ear.

“I couldn’t agree more, my love. Always happy to be of service.”