How many times have we lain together, since ye came back to me? he whispered. Once, twice, in the brothel. Three times in the heather. And then at Lallybroch, again in Paris. His fingers tapped lightly against my wrist, one after the other, in time with my pulse. Each time, I left your bed as hungry as ever I came to it. It takes no more to ready me now than the scent of your hair brushing past my face, or the feel of your thigh against mine when we sit to eat. And to see ye stand on the deck, wi the wind pressing your gown tight to your body... The corner of his mouth twitched slightly as he looked at me. I could see the pulse beat strong in the hollow of his throat, his skin flushed with wind and desire. There are moments, Sassenach, when for one copper penny, Id have ye on the spot, back against the mast and your skirts about your waist, and devil take the bloody crew! ~ Voyager, Diana Gabaldon
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