This takes place after Tracy is well again, so the time line will not be messed up when CC posts her story. But I was inspired by a Celtic song, hence, I needed to write.

I lit each candle with a trembling hand, my lower lip drawn between my teeth. I glanced in the mirror. “Am I really doing this?” I asked my reflection, gazing at the soft pink of my silk nightie.

My intention was to consummate the marriage. I wanted to remain married to this man. He was a rare make of a man. He took tender care of me when I was ill, he was there for me, and that was something very precious and new to me. I had been forced to survive alone more often than not, with the exception of Johnny, but he was nothing more than a friend. My husband was unique....

James Fraser had a wonderful sense of humor, his deep blue eyes sparkled with humor, unless he was upset, in which case, his hand would clench and unclench as he tapped it against a well muscled thigh.

I loved his storytelling abilities, there were times he would have CC, Vin, and I clutching our sides with laughter, as the large Scotsman related one of his tales.

I adored his personality traits, even the bossy barbaric ones. Of course, I would have to be honest, the man was sexy, I would have had to been deaf and blind not to notice the hard masculine body that would stand before me and tantalize my every sense.

We were staying in a honeymoon suite and I felt that would be the perfect place to make love for the first time. A nervous shudder passed through me, I was ready to give up the virginity I had been protecting as long as I could remember. My husband, whether he loved me or not, deserved that pleasure for all he had done for me. Besides, I wanted him. Many times, I had imagined his heavy weight upon me, making me moan and cry out.

The door was unlocked and opened. My cheeks burned pink as I looked up at the Scotsman who was now sporting black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black leather biker jacket. My knees weakened when my gaze took in the wild mane of red hair, and the sparkle of his blue eyes.

My heart pounded in my breast. No matter what the man wore, he looked like a warrior, a hero....I mentally shook myself, trying to convince my heart and hormones that it was dangerous to worship a man.

“Lass?” He questioned softly as he stepped into the room. His nostrils twitched as they pulled in the scent of his surroundings, which I knew included me.

“I uh...There’s some champagne if you want it.” My breath caught in my throat. Why the hell would he make love to you?

I was fearful that the nasty inner voice was correct with its horrible sarcasm. Why would he want to make love to me? He had not made a single move on me in the whole time I had known him.

He walked towards me, his booted feet silent as he walked along the lush, thick, carpeting. “I’m no’ thirsty.” He stood before me, his large hand touching my hair. “What’s this about, calman geal?”

White dove, he had called me. My heart quickened its rhythm. He was so close, so real, so solid. I had never felt so vulnerable in my life, and he had only touched my hair. “I....” My whisper was little more than a a trembling breath. My gaze skipped to the floor. “I feel really stupid now.”

“Why?” he inquired, his fingertips tracing my hairline. “Ye arena stupid. Ye are sweet and verra bonny.” His calloused hand slid down my cheek and slid under my chin, urging me to look up at him. “M’ wife,” he murmured quietly, lowering his head.

I closed my eyes when his warm lips touched mine in the sweetest kiss I had ever received. I trembled as he embraced me, my knees weakening as his finger trailed down to my neck, causing goose bumps to rise. “Make love to me, Jamie,” I breathed, pulling back from his tender kiss.

“Eh?” He looked down at me, astonished.

I could feel myself blushing, but I locked my gaze with his. “Did I offend? Don’t you want to? I mean....we are married and all....” My gaze fell to the cut on my wrist and then my wedding ring.

“Mmphmmm.” He made that now familiar Scottish sound in his throat. To my surprise, he pushed me, making me land on the bed.

“What are you doing?” I squeaked with surprise.

He chuckled quietly as he removed the leather jacket. “Weel, lass, I get a much better look at your legs when ye are sitting.”

I felt flustered underneath his piercing stare, but I couldn’t cower under pressure, I wanted him to like what he was looking at, the intention was to urge him into wanting me, so I hiked the nightie to mid-thigh.

“Mmmm....better.” He pulled off his t-shirt. “Still need tae fatten ye back up.” He grinned.

I shook my head with a laugh. Jamie had made several comments about skinny women he had seen and they were far from complimentary. He liked a woman with a figure, and one who had some fat on her.

My gaze slid to his bare chest and the red fur that grew there. He was all man, his muscles were hard and sinewy, far different than a man who worked out in a gym. The time traveler’s muscles came from a long hard life, filled with work, pushing his body to the limits to survive in a time when relaxation was considered a luxury.

The man who refused to wear underwear, unbuttoned the fly of his jeans. “I reckon that ye need to get naked too,” he remarked as he pulled down his jeans.

My stare glided along his muscular abdomen, to his navel, following his “passion trail”, the line of hair that reaches the pubic area, to his manhood. I hadn’t intended to look there quite yet, and my face grew hot when I saw his hard organ bob slightly as he moved. Quickly, I looked away. “Uh...” I replied stupidly, momentarily forgetting the English language. Why has it become so complicated? I was getting scared and angry with myself for doing so.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Jamie sit on the bed and pull off his boots. When I noticed him watching me, I looked down at the floor, wringing my hands until my knuckles turned to a fine alabaster color. Would he laugh at my fears? Would he just throw me on the bed and quickly do the deed, rolling over afterward to fall into a snoring type of sleep?

“Tracy.” He spoke my name quietly, his voice was little more than a rumble at the moment.

I glanced at him, he was smiling. “Are you laughing at me?” I asked without anger. Had I been him, I would have been laughing at me. My scene of seduction had crumbled, making me feel as if I were nothing more than a frightened child.

Unceremoniously, he pulled me onto his lap. “Are ye scairt?”

His question surprised me, but then, Jamie seemed to be full of surprises. “Yeah,” I replied softly. “I am scared.”

My husband let out a long airy sigh. “I’m scairt, too,” he declared, blue eyes locking with my amber ones.

“You have no reason to be scared,” I scoffed. “You’ve done this before.”

“All the more reason I am. I dinna want to hurt ye, I dinna want to make your first time...a nightmare.”

I blinked with bewilderment. “You’re serious!”

“I have no reason to lie,” he defended himself.

“I didn’t think men would be concerned about such a thing,” I murmured in amazement, relaxing as he massaged the tendons in my neck. As a professional masseuse, I had to admit that he did very well.

“I am,” he stated simply. “I reckon all people are scairt their first time, e’en if they dinna admit it.”

“Were you scared?” I leaned against the hand that rubbed my back gently.

“Aye!” He chuckled. “And m’ knowledge was limited to animals.” When he saw my eyes widen, he was quick to explain. “I thought men serviced a woman the same way a stud services a mare.”

I giggled. “Well, for the longest time I thought women’s legs stayed closed.”

“How did ye find out the truth?” he asked in an odd, almost angry tone.

I shrugged. “Books and listening to others talk. The books painted a very beautiful picture of sex. But others, well...” I trailed off, remembering friends in different foster homes I had been in, most were prostitutes. Their stories were what stuck in my mind, as did most negative things I had heard.

“What d’ye think, lass?” he whispered in my ear.

“I don’t know,” I returned. “I’ve heard that the first time was painful and messy.” I tried to mask my emotions, but I had learned early on that Jamie was a master of reading expressions.

“I’ll try to make it pain free.” His lips hovered near mine, “And I’ll try no’ to be messy.”

Before I could answer, his mouth covered mine, his tongue gently asking for entry.

I closed my eyes, parting my lips for his seeking tongue, wrapping my arms around him. One of his hands continued its massage along my back while the other caressed the flesh between my collarbones.

His hands felt so hot over the silk of my nightie, they seemed to brand me, making me his. His hand slid down to my breasts, his large fingers slipping along my now hard nipples. My breath caught in my throat as my tongue joined his in dance and play.

My insides were burning, a dull ache filled my breasts, belly, and lower. The hand that had been massaging my back was now pulling at the hem of my nightie.

I pulled away with a startled gasp, my eyes opening.

He pressed a quick kiss to my cheek before pulling the nightie over my head, tossing it onto the floor. “Lay down, m’ bonny Tracy,” he cajoled gently. “Ye will be more comfortable that way.”

I felt dizzy as I pulled back the bedding and slid onto the bed. I shot a quick look at my husband. He was a big man and so was his penis. I gulped, wondering if I could handle the size, but I said nothing as he slid into bed beside me. I faced him, a blush staining my cheeks.

“Ye look like an angel.” He stated quietly as he made quick work of pulling off my panties. “Shh...” he whispered when I tried to move away. One hand stroked my cheek while the other rested on my tummy. “Trust me.”

I pulled in a breath, feeling a wondrous sensation fill me as his hand slid to the thatch of hair that covered my most secret place. I moaned, feeling the slight tickle of his fingers as they toyed with the curls. “Jamie.” My eyes fluttered shut as I fought to relish each sensation.

“Lass.” He began to knead my flesh.

“Oh!” I cried out, as pulse raced throughout my whole body. I wanted to reciprocate, and that, I did, when my small hand embraced his thick length. I felt an enormous rush of pleasure when he moaned. My other hand slid across his chest, burying the tips in the soft red down that covered his hard, muscle hewn chest.

My breathing quickened when his fingertips danced along my pulsing little nub. I squirmed, feeling as if I were running a fever, I ached there, yet, my body begged him to increase his tauntingly slow motions. I whimpered as I gripped his maleness firmly, stroking with more intensity. “Please Jamie...” I couldn’t recognize my own voice.

James Fraser reacted quickly. I found myself pressed against the bed, as his large leg parted my thighs. My eyes flew open, I was more than a little afraid with what was about to happen.

“Dinna fash yourself, Love,” he murmured. “I’m going to let ye get accustomed to m’ weight.” My lover’s maleness touched my womanliness gently.

I could feel his tip throbbing as he adjusted himself, one hand stroking my nub once again. “Better?” he queried, his gaze meeting mine.

I nodded, incapable of speech as his fingers began to work magic on me. I tingled all over while my hips began to match the rhythm his digits had set. It seemed as if an inferno had built up inside me. I stared at him, scarcely aware of the moans and pleas that flew from my lips.

I felt as if I were ready to burst as a licentious pressure ran straight into my soul, running straight from my loins. I cried out several times, arching against him, longing for a release my body knew only he could give me.

Suddenly, another pressure filled me, burning, searing, stretching, and then a light tearing sensation. My legs shook as my husband buried himself deep within me, he was kissing me again, unmoving as he shook, trying to keep himself in control.

After the initial pain, a wave of delight filled me as my tightness wrapped itself around my beautiful lover. “I love you...” I gasped, raising my hips a little. “I can...” I wasn’t sure if I made any sense.

Jamie must have thought I did for he was suddenly moving himself in and out of me. The friction of each stroke made me more aware of him and the hardness of his body. “I love ye,” he rasped, and that is when he fully claimed me as his...

I responded eagerly, moaning as he buried himself repeatedly inside of me. Abruptly, every sensation began to spiral, my thoughts were everything and nothing. My fingers buried themselves deeply into Jamie’s back when something inside me released in a tidal wave of perception, bringing me to a higher state of awareness. I was one with this man, that much I knew as I became mindful of the cries that filled the room. I had no control over my body as it quivered against his.

Then, a burning liquid heat filled me as a male cry consumed my ears. I was in a state of euphoria as he slammed into my body, uniting us forever, as the tip of his maleness greeting my womb.

Then, it was finished, we both were breathing heavily, as if we had run a difficult race. My body throbbed, yet it protested when Jamie exited me, rolling next to me, facing me.

He traced my jaw line. “Ye liked your first time then?”

My jaw went slack with amazement. “Are you kidding me?” I managed to speak. “It’s better than I ever imagined it to be.”

He embraced me with a chuckle. “I’m glad,” he grunted.

I felt his chest rise up with pride and smiled to myself, nostrils taking in his manly scent. “Why is that?” Gosh, you smell good. If I weren’t so exhausted and sore, I would want it again.

“Mmmphmmm. I would like to think ye liked it so much that we would do this again.”

“I was that good?” I felt the need to tease.

“Aye, ye were. Ye are a natural, Tracy. Make no mistake o’ that.”

I snuggled against him. “Did you mean it when you said you loved me?”

“Aye. Did you?”

“Yeah...” I murmured, studying his features in the fading candlelight. “I really do.”

“Ye are easy to fall in love wi’,” he stated sleepily.

I closed my eyes. I had achieved one goal in life, and that was love. Jamie and I were still on the run and still in danger, that hadn’t changed, but the need to survive was much stronger. Slowly, I fell asleep, mentally pushing the shadows away.

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