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Worth The Wait

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A storm loomed over Fraser’s Ridge. Darkness had come earlier than usual that evening due to the black clouds that lurked overhead, threatening to give the garden a heavy watering. The silence of the night was broken only by the slight rumbling of thunder — no doubt a small preview of what was to come later that night.

Inside, however, the atmosphere was quite the opposite. The sound of the thunder in the distance was drowned out by Claire’s humming, and the cooing of a happy bairn — the sweetest sounds in the world, Jamie thought.

No other noise could be heard, save the crackling of the warm fire, burning slowly in front of Jamie and Claire’s bed. It was peaceful, noticeably so with Fergus away on a hunting trip with Murtagh. It was the first time Claire, Jamie, and Faith had been alone since Faith’s birth almost two months prior. Every day since then had been blissful.

Murtagh had moved in with them just over a year ago upon Jamie and Claire’s insistence. In exchange, he had offered his services in the upkeeping of the house, which Jamie had gladly accepted. For the first time in their lives, all of them felt settled.

Since Faith’s birth, Murtagh had given them more space to allow them to spend time as a family of four. It was only when he realised that Jamie and Claire hadn’t spent any time alone with the baby, that he decided that it was time for a hunting trip and that he would need an assistant in the form of a young French boy.

He knew how much Jamie and Claire doted on the boy, how much they loved him and saw him as their own, but he felt they may appreciate some time alone with Faith. Besides, he had grown fond of Fergus himself — although he would never admit it — and spending some time with him didn’t seem like the worst idea.

Jamie had told him that he needn’t feel the need to give them space, but as he stood in the doorway to his bedroom, silently watching his girls together, he felt grateful for the opportunity to have them all to himself, even if it was only for a short while.

The sight before him near enough took his breath away. Claire lay across the bed, propped up by several pillows against the headboard, her shift untied at the top to allow Faith access to her milk.

Jamie studied the two of them for a minute from where he stood. He watched as Claire soothingly rubbed Faith’s back as she fed. The way his daughter, such a bonny wee thing, latched onto Claire’s breast, her hands lazily reaching up and getting tangled in Claire’s loose curls.

His breath hitched as he felt a single tear form in his eye. He had never truly realised what it was to be happy, to be whole until then. This — This was what he had always wanted, what he had longed for since the moment he had first laid eyes on Claire in that barn, almost two years ago. The trials and tribulations that they had faced— they didn’t matter anymore, nothing mattered, nothing except his family, this family that he and Claire had created.

The creaking of the floorboards under his feet must have given him away and Claire lifted her head to look at him. Her instinct was to smile at him, but her eyebrows creased when she noticed the tears in his eyes.

“Are you alright?” Her voice was low, quiet, but tinted with concern. She propped herself up a little more, keeping a soothing hand on Faith’s back, careful not to disturb her.

“Aye,” he replied, instantly feeling ridiculous for having shed tears. “Happy is all.”

As though infectious, his smile was reciprocated by Claire and she held out her free hand for him.

“Come to bed.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He walked over to the bed and took hold of Claire’s hand as he climbed in next to her and the bairn.

It was a feeling he thought he would never get used to. A feeling of peace and happiness. He thanked God for the simple gift of being able to hold his wife and their child, to be able to lay with them in a safe, warm place that they were lucky enough to call home.

Jamie gently ran his hand over Faith’s head, still not able to believe that she was his, that he had helped to create something so precious, so perfect. But the few strands of red hair on her tiny head mirrored his own and he couldn’t help the overcoming sense of pride he felt.

He turned his attention to Claire then, who had been watching him the whole time. She could watch him with Faith all day. The way he looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world. The way he softened his touch whenever he stroked her cheek or her hair. The way he would cradle her in his arms and make her look even smaller than she was. The sight of the two of them together was one she knew she would never tire of seeing.

“I love you,” she whispered, resting her hand against his cheek. Strangely enough, it wasn’t something that was often said between the two of them, not out loud anyway. Neither of them knew exactly why that was, but both felt it wasn’t needed — when it came to the way they felt about one another, words were not needed, simply because they weren’t enough. No words could ever describe the love they felt for one another. But, every now and then, ‘I love you’ would do just nicely.

Jamie inhaled happily and smiled against her lips as he claimed them for his own. He reached his hand up and cupped the side of her face, caressing her cheek with his thumb as he felt the softness of her lips against his own.

“And I love you,” he replied as he broke the kiss, tilting his head slightly to rest against her forehead. “And you, a leannan,” he added, turning to look down at Faith.

Claire felt butterflies fluttering around her stomach every time Jamie spoke to Faith, especially in Gaelic. It was something so special, that only they shared. Hearing Jamie’s deep, masculine voice affectionately whispering things to her, telling her stories — it had the same effect on Claire every time. She felt it through her entire body. She had always been told that there was nothing more powerful than a mother’s love, but Jamie had her doubting that. A father’s love, she was quite sure, was just as powerful.

It was pure bliss.

Jamie laughed inwardly as Faith’s suckling noises grew louder. “She’s a hungry wean,” he pointed out. “She canna seem te get enough!” He let his fingers run up and down her little back, entranced by how content she looked in her mother’s arms.

“Mmh,” Claire agreed, turning her attention back to her husband. “Much like her father,” she observed, raising her eyebrows playfully at him.

Jamie conceded, smiling to himself as a light blush covered his cheeks. “Well, I canna fault yer observations, Sassenach. Ye do have a fine pair o breasts.”

Claire lazily swatted his shoulder and laughed at him tiredly before laying her head to rest on his shoulder. His hand instinctively went to her hair and his fingers began playing with the ends of her curls.

“Well they certainly don’t feel fine at the minute,” she admitted, relaxing more into Jamie’s side. She groaned as she moved, feeling her back stiffen from having been in the same position for so long. “I feel as though I’ve had all the air sucked out of them as well as the milk.”. It was a half attempt at a joke, but Jamie sensed that she wasn’t feeling her best. Still, he hoped she was aware of how beautiful she looked nursing their daughter. Chirst, he had never seen a bonnier lass. But now more than ever, with their child in her arms, she was glowing.

It was as though he could feel the tension in Claire’s back and his hand immediately moved to rub soothing circles up and down it. Claire’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as her backache seemed to ease under his hand. He was a godsend, she thought. She hummed in delight, which only spurred Jamie on.

“Here, shift forward a bit,” he said, encouraging her to move so that he could get behind her to allow himself better access to her back.

“Jamie, what are you-” She tried to protest, but his hands began working magic on her and she immediately relaxed against his touch.

He began by massaging her shoulders. His strong hands worked against the tightness of her muscles as he moved further down her back. She let her head fall back slightly at the sensation and Jamie smiled to himself, mentally patting himself on the back.

Jamie and Claire hadn’t really been intimate since Faith had been born. It was probably the longest they had ever gone without having sex, and needless to say, they had missed one another.

Over the past couple of weeks, they had found themselves longing for the other’s touch again. Jamie hadn’t wanted to rush Claire and had decided that he would wait until she was ready. He didn’t know what to expect when it came to being intimate again after she had given birth, but the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her.

Claire couldn’t help the tingling sensation that ran through her body down to her centre as Jamie’s hands roamed across her back. She silently cursed the fact that her shift was in the way, caught between his hands and her skin. It was almost unbearable. She wanted to feel his skin against her’s. She hadn’t realised how much she’d missed it until tonight.

Jamie had intended to alleviate the pressure and stiffness from Claire’s muscles but it seemed the stiffness had now found its way between his legs and was making it increasingly difficult to focus on the task at hand.

He could feel the pleasure that such simple touches were bringing her, and he couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming desire to touch her in places that he knew would have a much stronger effect.

As much as he loved having Faith curled up with them, he felt as though he might die right there and then should he not be able to have Claire to himself.

He ran his hands up her back, over her shoulder to her collarbone eliciting a quiet but very noticeable moan from Claire, and lingered there for a moment longer, caressing her bare skin before shifting slightly to look over her shoulder.

Faith seemed to have fallen asleep in Claire’s arms, no longer latched onto her breast. Jamie was just about to suggest they put her to bed, but Claire beat him to it.

As soon as she felt Jamie’s hands leave her back, she made to move off the bed, careful to not awaken their sleeping baby. She instantly felt cold as she moved from Jamie’s arms and the need to be touched by him again was overpowering. She wondered if he had felt it too — if he wanted her as much as she wanted him. She didn’t have to wait long to find out however; as soon as she was on her feet, the look he was giving her and the lust in his dilated pupils were unmistakable.

Once again, she felt that same rippling sensation shoot through her body, powerful enough to make her legs go weak.

Jamie moved to the edge of the bed to kiss Faith goodnight. As he did, he looked up at Claire. Neither said a word, but both knew. It wasn’t just a look they shared; it was a silent question from Jamie and a silent answer from Claire. Once again, words were not necessary.

“I’ll be right back,” Claire promised, before making her way to the bassinet in the far corner of their room.

Jamie swallowed at the anticipation as he watched his wife put their daughter to bed. He could hear her whispering to Faith as she laid her down for the night and placed a kiss on her forehead. It was yet another sight he would never tire of.

He pursed his lips together and swallowed thickly again when she began making her way back to bed. Her eyes were locked on his from the moment she had turned around, deep in them, a look he knew all too well.

They may not have been intimate for the past two months, but that certainly hadn’t stopped him from thinking about her in that way. In fact, he had had time to come up with a list of all the things he wanted to do to her when she was ready — which she now appeared to be.

He readjusted his position and sat up against the headboard as Claire climbed into bed and crawled over to him. A smirk appeared on his face as she moved to straddle him, but it was quickly replaced by an open-mouthed groan as she settled on top of him.

Claire let out a ragged breath as she felt the hardness of him between her legs. She couldn’t quite fathom how she had managed to live without that feeling for so long. Her hands automatically found their way around his neck and into his hair, with his resting on her hips. Suddenly they were leaning towards one another, yearning to taste the other’s lips.

Their kiss was desperate, passionate. It was as though neither had quite realised what they had been missing up until that point. Their lips and tongues were rediscovering one another, each kiss more eager and more desperate than the last.

Claire untangled her hands from Jamie’s hair and moved them down to his chest, trying her best to feel him through his shirt without breaking the kiss. Jamie’s hips bucked when he felt her hands moving against him and Claire instinctively grabbed the bottom of her shift and attempted to free it from under her knees, desperately wanting to feel him against her. Jamie, however, had other ideas and covered her hands with his own, stopping her from going too fast.

She pulled her tingling lips from his, wondering why he wouldn’t let her take her shift off. “Jamie-”, she pleaded. But he cut her off by pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

“I’ve been thinking about this day fer a long time, Sassenach,” he revealed. “I want te take my time.”

Although he had planned to take his time, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last. His arousal was becoming uncomfortable, to say the least. He was determined however to pleasure Claire in every way he could.

She seemed intrigued for a split second, but it didn’t last. She didn’t want to take her time. She so desperately wanted to be filled by him, to feel him move inside her. She felt as though a fire had been set between her legs and the only way it could be put out was by his touch. She yearned for his touch.

But before she could do anything about it, he was spinning them over so that she was on her back and he was hovering above her. Claire gasped at the sudden movement, but Jamie quickly pressed a finger to her lips, glancing over his shoulder to check that Faith hadn’t been woken.

“Ye’ll have te be quiet,” he said, his voice low and sultry. She swore he was doing it on purpose. She wet her lips with her tongue, almost unable to breathe by this point, and nodded in acknowledgment.

He saw her newly wet lips as an invitation and dropped his head to meet her’s. Once again, he claimed her lips, deepening the kiss almost instantly, allowing their tongues to intertwine and explore each other’s mouths.

Each kiss, each stroke of his tongue against her parted lips felt like heaven. It was as though she was experiencing everything again for the first time. Everything felt more intense for having waited. Every touch and every caress was more powerful than the last. It was almost blinding.

When they could no longer breathe, Jamie pulled away, sitting up to straddle her so that he could take his shirt off. As soon as Claire realised what he was doing, she began to push her shift down from her shoulders, eager to get out of it but was once again stopped by Jamie.

She looked ready to throttle him this time.

Jamie half laughed at her pouty expression. “I’ll see te that, Sassenach.”

“I always knew you were a bloody sadist, James Fraser,” she muttered almost breathlessly, all the while staring daggers at him.

He lowered himself over her again, his hands finally reaching for the top of her shift. He started to pull it down, albeit painfully slowly. As soon as his lips found that sensitive spot on her neck though, she found herself unable to complain. His lips worked their way along her jawline towards her ear, then down the side of her neck.

Heaven.

She dropped her head back against the pillow, rolling it to one side to allow him better access to her neck as he continued his trail downwards.

The throbbing between her legs was amplified by the anticipation of what was to come.

Meanwhile, his hands were working her shift lower down her body. Having just freed her breasts from the material, his lips soon followed and he licked a trail down her sternum, eliciting a low moan from her.

The sound rippled through him, in no way helping the almost painful pulsating between his thighs. The sight of her alone was enough to bring him to the brink, but he was determined to make it last as long as he could for her.

He brought a hand up to cup her breast, but stopped himself before he could, looking to her for reassurance. Her body had changed since they had last done this and he wasn’t sure how sensitive some parts had become.

She reached up to stroke his cheek, smiling sweetly at him. She loved him even more in that moment, for stopping to check with her than she ever thought possible.

She took his hand in her free one and placed it on her breast, never breaking eye contact. “Please,” she whispered.

The need to feel his touch on the most sensitive parts of her body was overpowering. The simple gesture of his hand grazing over her nipple was enough to induce shock waves throughout her body.

That was all the reassurance he needed.

He dipped his head once again, picking up where he had left off. He ran his hand gently over her right breast, and moved his lips to the other, circling her nipple with his tongue. Her breasts were now noticeably fuller than they used to be, and Jamie made sure to take the time to rediscover them properly.

She arched her body towards him, wordlessly demanding more. He answered her request by closing his lips around her now-fully-erect nipple and pressing soft kisses to the rest of her breast while he gently kneaded the other.

She tried desperately to stifle her moans, but there was nothing to be done about her heavy breathing. It was an effect he had on her that she could not control.

Jamie could sense her desperation, and decided to move further down, hoping to give her some sort of relief. He pulled her shift the rest of the way down, lifting her legs to pull it from under her, and discarded it on the floor.

Finally free of her garments, Claire lost no time hooking her legs over his hips, pulling him down to her, desperately seeking more contact.

She gasped as he lowered himself to her, teasingly grinding himself against her. He let his length stroke back and forth against her folds, as her hips instinctively moved against him, but was careful not to enter her yet.

With one arm wrapped around his neck, pulling his top half down to her, she let her other hand wander further down her body, reaching for him between her legs, wordlessly pleading with him to enter her.

Jamie hissed as her fingers lightly brushed against his length, wrapping themselves around him. The feeling of her soft hand working against his skin was almost too much for him to bear. His head dropped back, his eyes closing as he savoured the feeling. He was in two minds to abandon any plans he might have had and press himself into her centre there and then. But hard as it was, he reminded himself that it would be all the sweeter for having waited.

With that thought in mind, he took hold of her hand, pinning it to the bed next to her head, and moved further down her body, planting open-mouthed kisses down her abdomen, over the belly that had carried his child. His hand followed the wet trail of kisses he had left, his fingers lightly caressing her skin, lower, lower, until he adjusted the position of his hand so that he could cup her heat between her legs.

Claire couldn’t hold back her moans any longer. The feeling of his hand touching her, the pressure of his palm against her was too much, yet not enough all at once.

She moaned his name, begging him to move his hand, to do anything. He wondered if she had any idea of the effect her deep, sultry voice had on him when she used it to beg and plead with him as she lay there, naked below him.

Her lips parted and her body arched as his lips found the most sensitive part of her. He moved the hand that had been on her breast down to her inner thigh and elevated it slightly to give himself more room to satisfy her.

She hooked her leg over his shoulder as he continued to torment her with his tongue. He ran it up and down her folds, dragging it slowly, savouring the way she tasted. The teasing was almost too much for her to handle.

Her hands dropped to the top of his head, her fingers gripping his hair tightly as the tip of his tongue teased her clit and he began to suck on it, his fingers starting to explore her as well.

She let out another deep moan then, pulling one hand out of his hair so that she could steady herself against the headboard, slamming her hand against it.

The two of them froze when a gurgling sound came from the corner of the room. They looked at each other, both breathless and wide-eyed, hoping they hadn’t woken Faith. Seconds later though, the room fell silent again and they both let out a sigh of relief.

“Sassenach-”, Jamie warned, looking up at her from where he lay between her legs. The last thing he wanted to do was to wake Faith before they’d finished.

Claire wet her lips, still panting from the feeling of his mouth against her skin. “I don’t think you realise how difficult you’re making it,” she shot back breathlessly.

Jamie ran his hand up and down her inner thigh and looked back up at her. “I can stop if that’s what ye want-”

“No,” she breathed, almost too quickly. “Don’t stop.” Her head dropped back against the pillows, her hand pushing his shoulder back down between her legs. “Don’t stop”.

Jamie smirked at her response, feeling a certain sense of accomplishment. Seconds later, his mouth was on her again and he let one finger tease her entrance which had her begging for more.

Not wanting to keep her waiting any longer, and unsure how much longer he could last, he pushed one finger inside her, all the while working her clit with his tongue.

The heat from her centre washed over her like a wave. The feeling of him inside her again was enough to bring her to the edge. The quiet whimpers she was letting out, no doubt to cover her moans, and the tight grip she had on his hair, not to mention the way she pursed her lips together and scrunched her face up told him that she was close.

“Jamie-”, she breathed, arching her back again, moving her hips against his hand to find her own release.

He was just as eager as Claire was to bring her to the brink, to feel her tighten around his fingers, and to watch her body shudder as she found her release. He couldn’t wait any longer either. He could feel his own wetness on his leg just thinking about it.

He added a second finger, curling them inside of her, caressing her, brushing them up and down against that spot he knew would push her over the edge. He replaced his mouth with his thumb and rubbed her clit as he adjusted the speed of his fingers inside of her.

“Don’t stop,” she managed in between sharp intakes of breath. She pursed her lips shut in an attempt to stifle her moans as she rode his hand, her pace quickening to match his.

He felt her tighten around his fingers, and he lifted his head to watch her face as her release washed over her. The fine hairs covering her body were all standing on end and her body shook as she tensed around him. It was her face, however, that he couldn’t take his eyes off. The way she had pressed her lips together so tightly that the colour had almost drained from them. And the way she had squeezed her eyes shut, trapping her long eyelashes against her flushed cheeks. Strands of her hair were covered in sweat and were glued to her face, while the rest of her untamed curls were spread out over the pillows.

She was breathtaking.

Eventually, her lips parted slightly as she sucked in some air in an attempt to steady her erratic breathing and to slow down the rapid rise and fall of her chest.

It was one of the most powerful orgasms that Claire had ever experienced. She wasn’t sure whether it was down to this being their first time in months, or due to the fact that Jamie had taken his time, setting little fires all over her body with his hands and lips, taunting and teasing her until she couldn’t take it anymore.

There was no point in trying to think rationally — she couldn’t. All her senses seemed to have left her the moment Jamie had pushed her over the edge.

Her eyes were shut, but she could feel Jamie moving up the bed to settle next to her. He propped himself up on his elbow and lay on his side facing her.

Just as Claire felt she couldn’t possibly feel any better than she did, Jamie’s hand moved to her abdomen, his fingers tracing patterns over her skin.

She opened her eyes and turned to face him. He looked rather pleased with himself. And rightfully so, she thought.

She reached a hand up to brush a strand of hair from his face and rested her palm against his cheek as she leaned in to kiss him. This time it wasn’t rushed or desperate. It was softer, more passionate. Another unspoken ‘I love you’.

“How do ye feel?” he asked, his eyes still locked on her’s, his fingers still lightly stroking the soft skin around her breasts.

Claire sighed contentedly, rolling over onto her side to face Jamie, hooking a leg over the top of his.

“Wonderful,” she breathed inches from his lips before claiming them again.

Jamie hummed happily into the kiss, satisfied to have served her well. He moved his hand to her back, pulling her closer to him, feeling cold without the warmth of her skin against his.

Claire happily obliged, wrapping her arm over his chest. As she moved closer, she felt his erection against her leg and instantly felt bad for not having done anything about it — not that he would have let her. Stubborn Scot .

Although still sensitive from the magic Jamie had worked on her, she was suddenly filled with an eagerness to serve Jamie as well as he had served her.

She looked to him then, the sudden playfulness on her face plain as day.

Jamie narrowed his eyes at her. He knew that look. She was up to something. “What?” he asked amusedly.

Claire grinned at him as she began running her hand down his body. “Well…” she teased. Jamie cocked his head, wondering what on earth she had in mind. “I’ve had my turn,” she pointed out as she lowered her head to press a kiss to his chest. Looking back up at him, she bit her lip as her hand ventured lower to wrap itself around him, earning her a groan in reward.

She spoke in that low, alluring tone that made him swallow hard. It was a voice reserved only for him. The sound of which sent shivers down his spine.

“It’s your turn now.”