A Breath of Snow and Ashes (Outlander)

A short heave, and he or she was once mendacity on her again staring up on the far away stars, that have been immediately blotted out through Roger’s head and shoulders as he rolled on most sensible of her in a big rustling of hay and loosened garments. “Jem—” She flung out a hand towards Jemmy, who seemed to not were disturbed via the unexpected disappearance of his backstop, yet was once nonetheless curled up within the hay like a hibernating hedgehog. Roger used to be, of all issues, making a song now, if you will name it that. Or chanting, at the least, the phrases to a really bawdy Scottish track, a few miller who's pestered by means of a tender lady in need of him to grind her corn. Whereupon he does. “He flung her down upon the sacks, and there she obtained her corn floor, her corn flooring. . . . ” Roger used to be chanting hotly in her ear, his complete weight pinning her to the floor and the celebrities spinning madly a ways above. She’d inspiration his description of Ronnie as “reeking wi’ lust” only a determine of speech, yet obviously no longer. naked flesh met naked flesh, after which a few. She gasped. So did Roger. “Oh, God,” he stated. He paused, frozen for an fast opposed to the sky above her, then sighed in an ecstasy of whisky fumes and started to maneuver together with her, buzzing. It used to be darkish, thank God, notwithstanding now not approximately darkish adequate. The remnants of the fireplace forged an eerie glow over his face, and he sought for an rapid the bonny colossal, black satan Inga had referred to as him. Lie again and luxuriate in it, she proposal. The hay made an enormous rustling—but there have been different rustlings close by, and the sound of the wind soughing throughout the bushes within the cove was once approximately sufficient to drown all of them in sibilance. She had controlled to suppress her embarrassment and was once certainly commencing to take pleasure in it, while Roger obtained his palms below her, lifting. “Wrap your legs around me,” he whispered, and nipped her earlobe together with his tooth. “Wrap them around my again and hammer my arse wi’ your heels. ” Moved in part by means of an answering wantonness, and partially by means of a wish to squeeze the breath out of him like an accordion, she flung her legs aside and swung them excessive, scissoring them tight throughout his heaving again. He gave an ecstatic groan and redoubled his efforts. Wantonness used to be successful; she had approximately forgotten the place they have been. placing on for expensive lifestyles and delighted through the journey, she arched her again and jerked, shuddering opposed to the warmth of him, the evening wind’s contact cool and electrical on thighs and buttocks, bared to the darkish. Trembling and moaning, she melted again opposed to the hay, her legs nonetheless locked round his hips. Boneless and nerveless, she allow her head roll to the part, and slowly, languidly, opened her eyes. an individual was once there; she observed stream in the dead of night, and iced over. It used to be Fergus, come to fetch his son. She heard the murmur of his voice, conversing French to Germain, and the quiet rustle of his footsteps within the hay, relocating off. She lay nonetheless, middle pounding, legs nonetheless locked in position. Roger, in the meantime, had reached his personal quietus. Head striking in order that his lengthy hair brushed her face like cobwebs at nighttime, he murmured, “Love you . .