Well," I said, attempting a smile, "at least we know Frank is safe, after all."
Jamie glowered down at me, ruddy brows nearly touching each other. "Damn Frank!" he said ferociously. "Damn all Randalls! Damn Jack Randall, and damn Mary Hawkins Randall, and damn Alex Randall-er, God rest his soul, I mean," he amended hastily, crossing himself.
"I thought you didn't begrudge-" I started. He glared at me.
"I lied." He grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me slightly, holding me at arm's length. "And damn you, too, Claire Randall Fraser, while I'm at it!" he said. "Damn right I begrudge! I grudge every memory of yours that doesna hold me, and every tear ye've shed for another, and every second you've spent in another's man bed! Damn you!" He knocked the brandy glass from my hand-accidentally, I think-pulled me to him and kissed me hard. He drew back enough to shake me again.
"You're mine, damn ye, Claire Fraser! Mine, and I wilna share ye, with a man or a memory, or anything whatever, so long as we both shall live. You'll no mention the man's name to me again. D'ye hear?" He kissed me fiercely to emphasize the point. "Did ye hear me?" he asked, breaking off.
"Yes," I said, with some difficulty. "If you'd ….stop…shaking me, I might…answer you." Rather sheepishly, he released his grip on my shoulders.
"I'm sorry, Sassenach. It's only…God, why did ye….well, aye, I see why…but did you have to-" I interrupted this incoherent sputtering by putting my hand behind his head and drawing him down to me. "Yes," I said firmly, releasing him. "I had to. But it's over now." I loosened the ties of my cloak and let it fall back off my shoulders to the floor. He bent to pick it up, but I stopped him. "Jamie," I said. "I'm tired. Will you take me to bed?
Jamie glowered down at me, ruddy brows nearly touching each other. "Damn Frank!" he said ferociously. "Damn all Randalls! Damn Jack Randall, and damn Mary Hawkins Randall, and damn Alex Randall-er, God rest his soul, I mean," he amended hastily, crossing himself.
"I thought you didn't begrudge-" I started. He glared at me.
"I lied." He grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me slightly, holding me at arm's length. "And damn you, too, Claire Randall Fraser, while I'm at it!" he said. "Damn right I begrudge! I grudge every memory of yours that doesna hold me, and every tear ye've shed for another, and every second you've spent in another's man bed! Damn you!" He knocked the brandy glass from my hand-accidentally, I think-pulled me to him and kissed me hard. He drew back enough to shake me again.
"You're mine, damn ye, Claire Fraser! Mine, and I wilna share ye, with a man or a memory, or anything whatever, so long as we both shall live. You'll no mention the man's name to me again. D'ye hear?" He kissed me fiercely to emphasize the point. "Did ye hear me?" he asked, breaking off.
"Yes," I said, with some difficulty. "If you'd ….stop…shaking me, I might…answer you." Rather sheepishly, he released his grip on my shoulders.
"I'm sorry, Sassenach. It's only…God, why did ye….well, aye, I see why…but did you have to-" I interrupted this incoherent sputtering by putting my hand behind his head and drawing him down to me. "Yes," I said firmly, releasing him. "I had to. But it's over now." I loosened the ties of my cloak and let it fall back off my shoulders to the floor. He bent to pick it up, but I stopped him. "Jamie," I said. "I'm tired. Will you take me to bed?
( Diana Gabaldon )
[ Dragonfly in Amber ]
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