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Master Copy Jamie & Claire The Inquisitors fanfiction

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The Inquisitors

From LA to SM

Part One

Claire Beauchamp-Fraser hurried her husband Jamie along the busy LA street into the limo parked there for them. They had exactly thirty minutes to get to their next public appearance at Bumble’s designer clothing store in Santa Monica, a coastal city just west of LA.

With the thick traffic that would be a tall feat – it left them no time to change from the casual wear they now wore to the more formal designer clothing needed for Bumble’s.

Impatient, she quickly pushed her husband into the car. “Hurry up, Jamie. We have to change clothing for the fashion show. No time to waste,” she told him. She hurriedly shoved the plastic garment bag that protected his sport coat, shirt and dress pants into his hands. She quickly started removing her own garments. “We've got to get a move on, now hurry!”

Jamie smiled michievously and taking the clothing from her began removing his own clothing. To the world they were James Fraser and Claire Beauchamp two co stars hired to play Robert and Monica Johnson on the hit detective show “The Inquisitors.”, but by night and in private they were together. And a married couple. They had fallen for each other and had secretly married. The studio for various reasons wanted it kept quiet. So they lived their lives, co-stars by day and married couple by night. And now a baby on the way. Jamie beamed with pride at the thought of his unborn child within his wife and also his lover and co-star. He grinned over at her dressed only in her teddy and panties. God he loved that woman. Unable to resist, he pulled her against him and began nibbling on her neck. “Yes, sweetheart. I'll get dressed in a moment.” He assured her. “But first I want to do this.” He reached down and began fondling her full breasts. Lord, but pregnancy did great things to a woman's body.

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Claire giggled and shrieked with delight as she tried a second time to pull up her panty hose. She pushed her “husband aka only her flirty co-star” away impatiently. “Jamie! Stop that or we'll never be changed in time. We have exactly thirty minutes to get across town to our next publicity event.” She shoved him a second time as he kept nibbling on her throat. “Stop it! James Alexander Malcolm McKenzie Fraser, I mean it! Cease and desist at once!”

Jamie lifted his head reluctantly pulling back at his wife's fierce look. She giggled and tittered with the best of them, but when she meant business well she meant business. No crossing that woman as a few fans and media reporters discovered to their sorrow. She was fierce and determined when it was necessary. God help anyone who got in her way or tried to stare her down. You'd lose. A simple fact, that was including himself. He loved her to distraction and she him. But get in her road when she was on a mission or wanted to defend him, no that was plain suicide. He reached down and finished tucking his shirttails into his dress pants. He nodded. “Yes dear.” He smiled.

Claire looked up after buttoning her designer blouse. Returning his smile, she said, “What?”

He reached out a hand and lightly caressed her cheek. “Just that not one day has gone by since we did this, that I've ever regretted a moment of it. Not through all of it. Not the phony messageboards or the fake gfs or fake bfs – not any of it Claire. I'd do it all again. The hiding. Our wedding vows through the good times and bad. All of it. I love you.” He said softly, his voice growing thick with emotion. “From minute one. I love you.”

Claire felt her eyes moisten. It would ruin her mascara and she'd have to redo her eyes. She didn't care. Not yet having applied her lip gloss, she reached out and kissed him. She shook her head and kissed him again. “Neither have I. It's been worth all the pain and catcalls and everything. Like you I would say “I do" all over again. Especially now,” she confessed lightly patting the round swell of her belly.

Jamie beamed with pride when he thought of their marriage and now an unborn child they were hiding from the public. To the world they were Monica and Robert Johnson two hot married police detectives on the hit tv show “The Inquisitors.” But their bosses wanted them for now at least to hide their relationship. So they were just pals with a great tv chemistry to the world at the moment. Jamie chuckled. Little do they know. Little do they know. He finished buttoning his shirt and looked at Claire. “Ready?” he asked as the car stopped at their downtown San Diego location.

She smiled and took her husband's hand as their driver opened the limo door for them to get out. “Absolutely.” She said. “Let's do this.”

Part two

Cannot Keep My Hands Off

James Fraser ducked his head just barely avoiding the second missile his wife had thrown at him. Ooh but that one was close. She'd just barker missed with that wicked pitching arm of hers! If one thing was true, Claire Beauchamp-Fraser Fraser could throw with the best of them. “Ouch!” He cried out as the third tumbler found its mark. He reached out and grabbed her arm, stopping any further attempts to throw things at him. “Aww, Claire, love come on. You know I said that I was sorry. I know I promised to behave but honestly when I saw you in that gown and when you started walking away … God Claire I couldna helped it, babe. I love you so much. I wanna keep my hands off you. You know that.” He wheeled, pulling her closer as he sensed her softening toward him. Such fire and passion in his woman, his wife of over four years. They'd hid their marriage and relationship even though they starred in the hit TV drama The Inquisitors. God but he loved her.

Claire sighed and slid her arms around her husband's neck, allowing him to pull her against him. She shook her head in exasperation. “Yes, but we are supposed to be playing the role of great pals and co-stars remember? Not your wife or girlfriend whom you'd like to bang against the auditorium doors.” She murmured softly. God but he was drop dead gorgeous. Her anger always waned with him for she could never stay cross at him for long. She reached up and kissed him. “You are impossible James Fraser. I love you like crazy but you are infuriating. Cannot keep your hands off, huh?”

Jamie lifted her suddenly and carried her across the room their large king bed. In one easy motion, he tossed her effortlessly onto it. He fell on top of her and started pulling off her gown and underthings. “Yup.” He said as he bent his head and began nibbling on her neck. Encouraged by he soft moans he continued his descent until his warm mouth found the soft swell of a pregnant breast. God pregnancy did great things to a woman's breast. “Any objections?” he asked, lifting his head slightly to raise an eyebrow at his wife. “Well?” he demanded.

Claire groaned and hurriedly pulled his head back down to her now throbbing nipples. “Uhhh. No. Not a one. Carry on. As you were soldier.” She muttered.

Jamie smiled and continued what he'd begun with the patting of her behind a few hours ago.

Part Three

Claire settled back against her pillows trying in vain to get comfortable. Or at least as much as her pregnant body would allow. The second of two pregnancies, this one a boy, was much more troublesome than his older sister, now two. IPhone in hand she tried to focus on the e-book she was reading. Unable to concentrate, she looked over at her husband of almost four years. She watched him as he voraciously scrolled through the contents on his new IPhone. She smiled and shook her head. “Are you pouring over all those Tumblr bloggers you like to follow again?” she asked him. He was constantly on social media especially Tumblr and Twitter. And to a lesser extent Instagram.

Jamie smiled and reached over and lightly patted her pregnant belly. He nodded. “Yup. Learn good stuff on there, love. You ought to try it.” He suggested. He reached over and lightly touched his lips to hers. He grinned. “I highly recommend it.” He murmured, kissing her again.

Claire shook her head. “No thanks. I have enough as it is with Twitter, Instagram and Facebook.” She shuddered. “Those Facebook groups are terrible. Stupid and rude and argumentative. To the point of showing their disrespect to us and the show. Total idiots.”

Jamie nodded. “Facebook is dumb. Especially The Inquisitors groups in general. They are rude and stupid for the most part, like you said. They drivel and growl about how the show isn't following Roxanne’s books. They drool over my character and seem to hate on yours. I like Tumblr. Those bloggers are too bloody smart for their own good though. That is why I stay on top of it all the time. I want to know exactly what they are saying at all times.” Jamie explained. “It's in our best interest to do so, Claire.” He added softly. “They are onto us I am afraid, babe. Not everyone believes them of course. But, ya, they know. About our relationship and marriage. And our little girl. And some believe that you are expecting again, love.” He whispered the words into her belly. “Not all of course. They argue among themselves. But yes, some think you're pregnant, love.” He looked up at her and smirked mischievously. “And they'd be right.”

Claire smiled and set her Iphone on the nightstand beside their bed. She drew her husband up until he was settled on top of her. She drew her legs apart to accommodate him, as he eased himself inside her, taking care to keep the bulk of his weight off her. She moaned softly as she wrapped her legs around him or as much as her round belly would allow. Grasping his arms, she moved with him, keeping the rhythm as Jamie thrust inside her. She groaned. “Yes. Absolutely right,” she muttered. “Absolutely.”

Part Four

The Love Bite

Jamie looked up from his phone and gazed at his wife of over four years. “Babe, what ya doing?”

Claire was still engrossed in the Tumblr blog she was reading. She looked up briefly at her husband, and smiling went back to scroll through her blog pages. Her latest post had tons of hits. Many loved her blog while others hated it. She didn't care. Gave her a voice to express her discontent over the nerwork’s current determination to mix promo for the new Season of The Inquisitors with her current engaged status, fake though it was. She laughed. Hard to be engaged when you are already married -- ha ha. “Just pouring over my blog. It's all your fault, James Fraser. You got me into this. Got me camping out on these blogs until I caught the bug. And worse, you got me pregnant! And we had to dicker and wine and dine with them to hide it all! Those girdles weren't fun!” Claire replied.

Jamie smirked. “Looked good to me,” he said.

She glared at him. “You weren't wearing them!” she retorted. “And you weren't nauseous all the time from them and carrying your son, either!”

Jamie nodded apologetically. “I know, love. I'm sorry. Truly.”

She softened and set her phone on the nightstand. Their son Rufus was four months now. That time seemed a lifetime ago, but because of their secret life and family, the network wanted to push her engagement a little harder. It was tough because it set her against all fans, which she didn't care for. In one swift movement she climbed up onto her husband and co star. She pushed up further and pulled his arms around her. She reached up and kissed him, her tongue seeking his. That was their main issue – they had trouble keeping the tongue out of their on screen stuff. Emotionally you just couldn't disconnect those things anymore than they could stop the heart eyes in public appearances. They tried, but they couldn't bury their feelings. “Hmmm,” she mused, pulling back. “It's all right, you're forgiven.” She looked up at her husband with heart eyes she could not turn off for the life of her. It would be easier not to breathe. “I love you.”

Jamie felt his own eyes mist and nodded. “Me too, babe. Me too. I have never been sorry, Claire. Not through any of it. The fake narratives. Hiding our marriage and family. None of it.”

Claire nodded, feeling her own wet cheeks. “Neither am I.” She hesitated, looked down and then back up again, her hand on Jamie's cheek.

“What?” Jamie put a hand to her lips. “I know. We're partners in this, Claire. I’ve got you. I will catch you when you fall. When they get ugly. Got you babe. Trust in me. Latch onto to me.”

She nodded and smiled. With that, she began fondling him roughly with her hand while dipping her head against the breastbone of his chest. He yelped when she bit him, hard. “Oh, I've got you James Fraser. I've got you.” She assured him, continuing her downward descent on him with her hands and tongue. He yelped again. “I've got you.”

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Claire looked over at her husband and co star while he talked with the moderator for the Seattle Comic Con. She licked her lips, biting them with the memory as she watched Jamie silently rub the spot on his chest where she’d bitten him the night before… she smiled. Their lives were rough and filled with secrecy they both hated. But it was worth it. So worth it.

Part Five

The Inquisitors: The Frasers at Christmas

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Claire fretted nervously as she waited for Jamie. She sat with Myra on her sofa in her Dublin flat she shared with Jamie. Myra, their friend and sometimes nanny to their two children, Mary Kate and baby Michael, lived in the flat across the hall. Her cousin, Terry Morrison, who pretended to be her bf, escort, and now fiance, actually worked for them. As a personal assistant and security guard, he stayed most of the time in the third apartment next to Myra’s.

The children were now fast asleep in the guest room. Mary Kate in her crib and Michael in the cradle that Jamie had made for him. Her husband was incredibly gifted with his hands when it came to woodworking. He could take any old piece of wood or furniture and turn it into something beautiful.

She looked at her watch again. He was supposed to be on the 10 pm flight to Dublin from Buenos Aires, where he'd just finished production on a small Indie film. She was frustrated because of the circumstances they were trapped in. They'd been married for over four years and yet because of the Network had pretended to be with other people. It killed her at times. To keep lying this way, and hiding their relationship and children.

She looked over at the snow rain mix beating against the windows. It was getting worse. It was now almost midnight. It was Christmas Eve and almost Christmas Day. She'd argued with Jamie, upset that he was leaving his departure from Buenos Aires so late in the week and evening. He'd explained there were some things to finish with the production early Christmas Eve morning and the earliest flight to Dublin arrived at 10 pm Dublin time.

She looked at her watch again. Oh God, where are you, Jamie Fraser? And with the storm now?

Myra Burns reached out and put a gentle hand on Claire's arm. She'd known Claire and Jamie since production on The Inquisitors began over five years ago. An old friend of Jamie's, she started working with them as a production assistant on the show and became fast friends with them both. When they discovered that Claire was pregnant the first time, and needed to hide things from the general public, she quit her job to help them. She'd been their friend and nanny for them ever since.

She smiled at Claire and squeezed her arm gently. “Don't worry, Claire. He's probably caught in traffic because of the storm. He'll be here.” Myra assured her firmly. She drew a deep breath. Lord, she hoped so. For the storm was getting worse. “He'll be here. He's never let you down, Claire. Never.”

Claire sighed, smiled back at her friend. One of the best things about Claire Fraser was her smile and infectious laugh. She nodded. “Yes you're right. He never has.” It was true. Since the moment she'd met Jamie, he’d he’d always supported her. In anything and everything she wanted to do, even when he didn't always agree. Always. She looked over at the tree that together she, Myra and Terry had put up the day before. She chuckled, with a little help from Mary Kate, that was. Terry, while rather awkward with her sometimes and always had been, was great with her children. Which was remarkable considering all the things they were involved in.

“Does the tree look ok, Myra?” Claire asked, looking worried.

Myra nodded. “It's fine. Jamie will be here soon. Don't fret, though I know you will. Until he walks through that door.” She yawned. “It's late, and I am beat. It's been a hard two weeks, and you need to be alone when he walks in. I am going to bed.” Myra added, heading for the guest room. For the night she would stay with the children in the Fraser's guest room.

“I suppose you are right on that. Good night and thanks again for all you've done for us. Merry Christmas, Myra.”

Myra smiled. “I would do it all again if I had to. Merry Christmas, Claire.”

***

At 12:30 am, James Fraser stepped out of the taxi, his carry on bag over his shoulder. He reached out and paid the cabbie, then picked up his suitcase and headed up the stairs to the flat he shared with Claire. He smiled at the thought of seeing her and being home again. It had been a long six weeks and the separation from his wife and children was getting to him. He'd missed them terribly. His life was so crazy, yet he had so much. Claire was his wife and so much more. Friend, best friend, lover and co star. The mother of his children in a life they'd been forced to hide. It was making him angry having to live this lie, this farce of a narrative being force fed to the general public. He wanted out, to tell the truth, but Claire, was terrified. Of the Network. The public and the fans who fed on the Robert Johnson fantasy. He understood, but his patience was wearing thin. Soon, he promised himself. Soon.

Standing outside the door of their home, he punched in the key code. Opening the door, he set his bags by the door. Closing it behind him, he first saw the Christmas Tree, shimmering with its lights, and all the shining gold, red, silver and green balls. He smiled. He loved this time of year and loved the decorations and trees and cats, and, --- he stopped and suddenly stared. Claire, his wife, was sound asleep on their sofa. The sofa was huge, and soft and the bright red gown his wife wore a huge contrast to the white of the sofa. Tall for a woman, she looked small engulfed as she was in the huge sofa.

Removing his overcoat, wet from the elements, he came over and knelt beside her. God, she is so incredibly beautiful. With her dark hair, now trimmed short because of toddler sticky fingers mostly, and her long legs. Oh, those legs that made a man just want to ---. The red teddy and gown she wore made her skin and complexion all the more attractive and compelling to him. God, he loved this woman. He saw her look up at him, a soft smile on her face.

“You're here,” she murmured softly. “God, you had me worried.”

Jamie smiled and bending down, gently pulled her into his arms. He kissed her, first her mouth, softly, then her eyes, throat and back to her mouth. He groaned when she deepened the kiss, sticking her tongue into his mouth. He answered back with his own, mingling with hers. He pulled back with a grunt of frustrated desire and longing. “God. Claire, stop that if you don't want to be ravished here and now. It's been too long woman. God, babe, it felt like forever.” Jamie groaned, muttering his words against her throat.

Claire held him close against her breasts and took a deep breath trying to rein in her own longing for her husband. It was so hard, pretending. To the point where at times, she just couldn't stand it. She'd almost explode and Jamie would somehow find a way to bail her out of the mess she'd get herself into. Usually with her mouth. “I know. I've missed you, too. Desperately. But, in front of a Christmas Tree, with both children and Myra in the guest room, perhaps it's not the best place at the moment. True.” Claire agreed.

Jamie nodded and lifted Claire up on a whim and stood with her with one arm wrapped around her , and his cell phone in the other. He deliberately pulled them so their reflection shone in the window to the right of the tree. Holding Claire even tighter against him so she couldn't move, he began filming the tree with his iPhone.

“James Fraser, what do you think you are doing?” Claire asked, glaring at him and trying to unsuccessfully push herself away from him. “Stop that!” she growled. “People if they see that, will see our reflection on that window surface. Stop it! Stop filming now!!!”

Jamie merely laughed, stopped filming and started tapping on his phone, stepping away from Claire.

She crossed her arms in front of him, and stared at him, frowning still. “Now, what are you doing?” she asked. And then realizing exactly what he was doing, -- “Jamie,” she began, “You have to stop this,” she implored, realizing he was posting a clip of it to his IG story. She shook her head and looked at him with sheer disbelief – those bloggers on Tumblr, would have that clip posted, and screenshots of it, and the reflections of them pointed out on their blogs! They were relentless in their attempts at proving that she and Jamie were a couple. Grrrr. “They will know, Jamie! They will see us there, Jamie.”

He nodded, and smiled and bent down and kissed her. “Yup, that they will babe. That they will.” He agreed. “I did it on purpose.”

“Why?”

“Well, it's been quiet. And I know you've been pushing the narrative a little bit. And they resent that, thinking it targets them. And, they are reacting to the show,” he added.

Claire frowned. “Well, there was a reason for that!” she retorted. “I was only pregnant for like what felt like forever,” she replied, “I couldn't exactly show my pregnant belly, now could I?”

Jamie pulled her close and held her to him. “No, I know that. But most of them don't, babe.”

Claire put her arms around his neck as they gazed at the tree and looked out into the stormy night. “Yes. I was so afraid you wouldn't get here,” she murmured. “You like the tree? Myra and I did it yesterday with Terry's help. Your daughter helped too.”

“I will always come back to you, Claire. It's beautiful, the tree. I love it.” Jamie said, He pulled her closer against his side as they gazed out into the storm.”And, I love you. Merry Christmas, Claire.”

Claire felt her eyes moisten as she looked up into Jamie’s blue eyes. She nodded. “I love you, too. So very much. Merry Christmas. And the clip?” she asked.

He smiled. “Just to give them something for Christmas. Where is everyone?”

“Terry is down the hall in his flat. Myra is in the guest room. With our children.”

“So, I've got you all to myself, then?”

Claire nodded. “Yup. And what are you going to do about that?”

Jamie's response was to lift his wife up and hold her high against him in his arms. He began purposefully walking to their bedroom. “We, are tired, wife. We are going to bed.” He added.

Claire giggled. “To bed, or to sleep?” she asked.

“Hmmm, that's for me to know, wife. And you to find out.” Jamie responded as he dumped her unceremoniously onto their king bed. He fell down on top of her, and started kissing her. Everywhere. “For you to find out.”

Claire didn't try to conceal her moan of pleasure. “Well, all right then. “ was her last conscious reply.

Part Six

The Inquisitors - Oscars After party edition

Jamie impatiently pushed Claire into their hotel suite and slammed the door behind them. Bursting with unfulfilled desire, he pulled her to him and kissed her, his mouth feasting on hers.

Claire inched back breathless and smiled at her husband. She placed a hand on his cheek, patting it gently. “Easy there, cowboy. I know you're impatient and all, but I don't want you tearing this gown.”

Jamie grunted in frustration and quickly made short work of his shoes and his, throwing his jacket on the chair all in the same motion. Groaning, he sank down on his knees and reached out and started planting soft little kisses on each of the hearts on her gown. He looked up at Claire and grinned. “God, but you are stunning in this, Claire. Was all I could do to keep from devouring you on the spot on that floor. Right then and there. God, staying away from you like that – hardest thing I've had ro do, babe.” He murmured softly, his lips pressing against the largest heart at the back of the gown.

She turned around to face him, and pulled him up to face her. She smiled, the tears welling up in her eyes. She nodded. “I know,” she replied, “the hardest thing for me too. And to pretend all of the rest. It kills me. It truly does. But we do what we have to do, Jamie. Together.”

Pulling her close, Jamie bent down and kissed her tenderly. “I know, babe. Me, too.” He reached up and undid the clasp that held the gown in place and started easing down the zipper in the back. “But right now, I want you out of it love. I want to feel your skin against mine.” He murmured.

She smiled and stepped out of the gown and stood proudly in just her lace panties. She shook her head sadly. “You know we can't,” she began, “the doctor advised not for another week.”

He looked down at his wife and lightly cupped a full breast. This was the breasts that both he and his children feasted on. They'd grown so much since he first met Claire on the set auditions for The Inquisitors. God, but he loved this woman, tall with her dark brown hair, almost auburn and her steel blue eyes that were so full of love for him. Jamie nodded and kissed her again. Pulling her close, he started easing them backwards to the king size bed. “I know. I know. Just to hold you with your skin for the moment is enough. I love you, Claire.” He confessed.

Claire shivered with the depth of the emotion and love she felt for this big red headed, blue eyed stubborn Scot. She began divesting him of his shirt and pants until he stood there before her, as naked as she. She smiled. The best thing about Claire Fraser was her stunning smile and infectious laugh. “I love you, too. So much I ache with it. And our family. In spite of it all. The hiding and the fake. I'd do it again, in a heartbeat.”

Jamie eased her onto the large bed and pulled her into his arms, feeling the warmth of her against him. Skin to skin. He pulled the coverlet over them and held her. “So would I, Claire. So would I.” Tomorrow they'd go back to their own world and to their own safe haven. They and their family. They would start filming the new Season for The Inquisitors. Life would go on for Jamie and Claire Fraser. To the world they were just co stars and friends Jamie Fraser and Claire Beauchamp. To them, they were husband and wife and parents to their children. Indeed life goes on. All the world's a circle and certainly as such for the Frasers.

Part Seven

Jamie came into the room and found Claire pacing the room, furiously moving back and forth at the foot of the huge king size bed they shared in their Dublin flat. She was holding her smart phone and muttering under her breath.

He came over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder, stopping her determined pace over the area rug. “Babe, what’s wrong?” Jamie took a deep breath. “Is it, is it Michael?” he asked suddenly, referring to their 8 month old son.

Claire put a reassuring hand on Jamie's arm and shook her head. “No. He's fine. He’s with Uncle Terry and your mum. He’s fine. He’s had his bottle and down for the night. Just fine.”

Jamie nodded. “And Mary Kate?” he asked. He shook his head in wonder. His daughter was now almost three. Amazing how his wife and himself were co stars in a hit tv show The Inquisitors for the last five years now. And were married for the last four. And had children. And were hiding it from the general public.

Claire reached up and caressed her husband's cheek. Loving the feel of new whisker growth there, she smiled. “She's with Myra tonight in the adjoining apartment. Sound asleep when I checked on them an hour ago.” She murmured.

Jamie bent down and gently kissed her, pulling her body into his. “Then, what had you pacing that way? Looked like you were ready to put a hole in the rug.”

Claire held up her cell phone impatiently. “I got reading some of those blogs again. And some of the Facebook group stuff. I don’t know what is worse. The ones who drool and lust after you, or the ones who have determined to believe that I was pregnant!” She hmmphed.

Jamie smirked at her expression and pulled her closer. He shook his head. “But, sassenach. You were pregnant. Twice. And the production company and the Network didn't take kindly to it, the second time, remember? And demanded all the extra stuff we are involved with now. And had to use camera angles and such to hide your pregnancy babe. For most of this latest Season.”

Claire scowled at him. “Yes, I know. But to listen to the growling on one side. And the other making a case for the two pregnancies. And, to make it all worse, we have all these foolish women on Facebook lusting after my husband!” she retorted. “And to maintain the level of the other side lines, especially the engagement, well, it gets hard. I’m not like that, Jamie. I’m not.” She sniffed.

He bent down and kissed her again, his lips lingering on hers. “I know you’re not, babe. But, the general public thinks it is all real. The majority of them don’t really think we are together, let alone married with two children.” He placed his hand in hers and held it against his cheek. “They believe you are engaged, to Terry. Or at least they all assume it's Terry.”

She nodded. “I know. But, with the second pregnancy, our PR teams and the Network and The Inquisitors production cast wanted the added push to the general public. That we are not together, and are just co-stars and friends. Hence, the engagement was born.” Claire mused.

Jamie sighed. “Except they wanted it on me, babe. They were happy with the Claire – Terry boyfriend thing.”

“Yes. Except what the Network does not realize is that he’s been security for us, under the guise of a bf – escort all this time. And when they wanted an engagement for you, I said, no way. You were looking green around the gills as it was with Tracy as your gf. I wasn't about to allow them to put you into an engagement with that piece of trash.”

Jamie glared at her. “Claire, cut the criticism of her. She was paid to do a role. As required. Stop being so critical of the woman. You certainly cannot say this fake engagement has been pretty. With all the merger takeover rumors involving the Network, it's been ugly at the top level. You know that.”

Claire tucked herself in against Jamie, and shivered. “I know. I know. The pregnancy made it worse too. Especially when I was sick most of the time. Keeping extremely fit helped, but it didn't stop it completely. It was so hard, filming sometimes---"

Jamie tightened his arms around his wife of four years. “I know, babe. I know. But, it's over now. And with both companies about to change hands in the new year, things will change for us. We can, … tell the truth, if we want to,” he said softly.

She shuddered at the thought. As much as she wanted the truth out there, at the same time she was absolutely terrified of the women who lusted after Jamie. They saw him as the next best thing to Robert Johnson and drooled over Jamie Fraser because of it. “I know,” she returned, sighing. “But---, a part of me still, is so terrified Jamie. Of telling the truth. Admitting that we’ve lied. That we are together and are married, with two young children. I'm terrified. And when the Network and the Production company change hands, and we follow through with the charges and the lawsuits---" Claire continued, shivering. “It's going to get even uglier than now, Jamie.”

“Hey, shhhhh. Shhhhh. It will be ok, babe. I got your back on this. Lean on me. I am your rock, and your anchor. I love you. We can get through anything. We got through this far. Trust in me. Trust in us, what we have. Together.” Jamie assured her, pulling her tight against him.

Claire nodded and put her own arms around her husband, holding him tightly. She burrowed against him. “I know. I know. I love you too. Together.”

They stood there in the middle of the room, just holding the other until it was well past midnight. Looking down at his sleepy wife still in his arms he carried her over and gently laid her on their bed. Pulling off her outer clothing, he tucked her into the covers. Quickly pulling off his own clothing, he climbed in beside her and just held onto her while she slept in his arms. Giving in to his own fatigue, he finally closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift off into sleep.

Tomorrow would be a new day. Like always, they would face it together.

Part Eight

Jamie Fraser yawned and stretched as he stepped back into the Dublin flat he shared with his wife, Claire Beauchamp Fraser.

He sighed with a pang of regret. If only they could tell the world, for if he had his way, he’d shout it to the rooftops. But Claire still was terrified of what their crazy fans, particularly his crazy fans would do if they discovered that the actor playing their heartthrob detective Robert Morrison was actually married to his co star, played by Claire Beauchamp.

And the Network and Production company for the hit show The Inquisitors wanted their personal lives and their real life relationship buried still from the general public.

They’d just started the sixth season of the show. Filming should last another 6 months and after that, with their contracts expired with the Network, would be free to tell the world if they chose.

Stepping into the huge kitchen dining area that he and Claire both shared in their off hours, he found Myra busily working along with his mother Ellen preparing their Christmas turkey and vegetables. Murtagh and Terry would be coming for dinner along with his older brother Willie and his new wife Consuela. Of Portuguese descent, she and Willie had a huge villa in Portugal.

Jamie and Claire and their young children had spent a good part of the summer there during the hiatus from the show. Mary Kate was now just over three and half, while Michael had just turned one. Their new infant boy was barely eight weeks old. He’d been the reason for their latest ugly chapter in their ongoing narrative with the general public. Terry and Claire were now officially “married,” at least in the eyes of the public.

Many fans were furious and turned away from the show and Jamie and Claire as a consequence while others believed he was gay. There were still a few stubborn people who didn’t buy any of it. They were the most annoying because they weren’t believing any of it, and worse, they were succeeding in swaying some new fans. It was ugly at the maximum.

Turning his attention to Myra, he smiled and tried to put the ugly things out of his mind, at least for today. When they were on their own, everything was ok, but when the PR stepped up and the narrative was ramped up because of it, it was hard to deal with. Pushing those things aside, he looked around the busy kitchen, he stooped and kissed his mum on the cheek. “Where is everybody?” he asked.

Ellen Fraser, a small woman in her sixties, now widowed, smiled at her son as steadily chopped up onions, garlic, carrots and peppers to roast for their dinner later. Your daughter and son are down still for a nap. They’ve yet to waken, Thank God.” She replied. “Claire was up early when you left for your run this morning. We sent her back to rest. It’s only been 8 weeks since she had Alex. Between the two infants in her life and studying TV scripts, poor girl was tired out.”

Jamie nodded. “Yes, she’s burning the candle at both ends right now. This marriage stuff with Terry doesn’t help.” He sighed. “Can I help?” he asked tiredly.

Ellen shook her head. “No, we’ve got it under control. Dinner should be in another two hours. Turkey has been in since you left this morning at 6 am. Go see to your wife.” Ellen scolded him. “But take a shower first. You reek, son.”

Jamie nodded and padded to the bedroom he shared with Claire. The flat was huge. An open concept with a huge kitchen and dining area. A large master bedroom and two smaller bedrooms. Their daughter had one of them that she shared with Myra or his mother as needed. The second one was setup as a nursery for Michael and now baby Alex though the baby was in his bassinet in their room most of the time. As needed Terry stayed with Michael some of the time as did his mum or Myra. There were two smaller bachelor flats that either Myra or Terry or his mum stayed in as required. The whole arrangement made for interesting travel sometimes, but with the help of Claire’s parents, who were in England, they got it done. And still held the narrative.

Stepping into his bedroom that he shared with Claire, he yawned but gazed fondly at his sleeping wife. She was curled up on their king bed, the huge comforter wrapped around her lithe body, with Alex cuddled up against Claire’s bare chest, sound asleep. Jamie felt his eyes mist. Heavens, this, this is what makes all this foolish fantasy fairytale they projected to the general public, so worth it. If he had to, to have his wife, his daughter, son and now his infant son in his life, in this way – well, he’d do it all over again. Tiptoeing away from them quietly, he stepped into the huge shower and let the warm spray of water from the jets soothe his tired and aching muscles. At nearly 40, his body, despite his determined regimen for fitness and exercise, he was plagued by nagging injuries. His determination to do most of his own stunts on the show hadn’t helped. But, like his wife, with the steady narrative of her marriage to Terry, she soldiered on and so would he. Stepping out of the shower, he dried himself and slipped into warm, fuzzy sweatpants and a t shirt.

Walking around the bed, he slipped into the huge comforter, and curled his big body around Claire, spoon fashion, her back against his front.

Claire smiled to herself as she felt Jamie’s warmth behind her as he curved his big body against hers. He thought she was sleeping still, but her body was tuned to his so well in all the years since their marriage. She could sense every movement and sound he’d made. She reached over and gently set her infant son into the baby carrier next to the bed. At night, it was easier than the bassinet when Alex needed breastfeeding. She turned back and facing Jamie, reached up and kissed him gently on the lips.

Jamie opened one eye, and then the other. “I thought you were asleep, woman,” he growled. He reached out and cupped a warm, soft buttock. Jamie Fraser was definitely an ass man.

Claire smiled and nodded. “I was, but I heard you come in. I always can sense your presence. You know that.” She murmured softly.

Jamie nodded in agreement. “True that. You’ve been connected to me since the first time we met, I think. Me also.” He bent and softly kissed the warm swell of the upper part of her breast, deliberately avoiding the sensitive and tender nipple.

She held his head against her in response. “Yes. That is so true, Jamie. In spite of the ugliness we face in our lives. You, our marriage, our family and our children and friends make it all worth it.” She replied, feeling tears well up in her eyes.

Jamie felt the dampness of her cheeks, though he wasn’t sure if it was just hers for his own eyes misted with raw emotion. “I know. And now the whole world thinks you’ve married Terry, love.”

Claire pulled back, looking up at her husband with eyes filled with emotion. She laid a hand against his cheek. “I know. Little do they know, we actually renewed our own vows, and validated them with the Catholic Church at the same time so our marriage and children are recognized in Scotland and Ireland. When I say, ‘my husband,’ I actually mean you, my love.” She returned. “And can actually wear my own wedding rings as well.” She added.

Jamie his own eyes mist up a second time. “I know. And this time, when the Season 6 filming ends for the show, our contracts will be ended. We can tell the world, if we so choose, Sassenach.” He told her.

Claire nodded. “I know. I fear their reaction, still.” She said, hesitating. “But, I would do it all again, Jamie Fraser.” She confessed.

Jamie smirked. “So would I, ahhh, wife,” … “So would I.”

Claire smiled to herself as she felt Jamie nod off in a doze. So would she, she thought. Do it all again. But for now, the cycle would go on, play the narrative and push back as needed with bits of reveal breadcrumbs now and then. They’d been using Consuela recently, to advance the pushback for them. Certain groups would pay attention, as they always did. But for now, life for The Frasers continued on. Another Christmas and a new infant son. And Terry, Myra and her friends and parents would help. Still, Claire wondered what the reaction will be, among the groups, once the time comes when Jamie Fraser and Claire Beauchamp admit to being a couple all these years. Hmmm, interesting indeed.

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Part Nine

Inspired by recent posts of certain Hawaiian vacations and outdoor showers!

The Inquisitors – Hawaiian Vacation – The Uber Driver

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Claire threw her purse onto the bedside table and glared at Jamie furiously.

“James Alexander Malcolm McKenzie Fraser! How could you be so dumb and stupid?” she fumed. “It’s one thing to leave your wallet and id with me to hold onto while you went on your hike up the mountain. Bad enough for me to keep your id and mine with me, while strolling through the shops with Myra and the kids until we could meet later at the beach bar where you were hiking in Oahu. That was bad enough, but to deliberately get yourself lost and off course while you stupidly wander into a Military station? Oh, that is too much, Jamie.” She continued impatiently, “Too much. And get yourself sunburned in the process. What am I to do with you? You always get in these messes. Always. And now, because of it, a military base knows our identities and our location. Great. Just bloody well, JHRC!”

Jamie quickly emptied his own pockets and laid them on the desk. He looked down at the floor, then looked up at his wife, giving her his best thousand watt smile. “I know, babe. I messed up. But I can get us out of it.” He told her, easing her into his arms. “I promise.” He murmured softly. He touched his lips to hers, gently chewing on her lower lip in the way that drove her wild. He bent his head and lightly rubbed his whiskered chin against the delicate softness of her throat. “Trust me, Claire.” He said. “I can handle it.” He assured her.

She pulled back slightly, enough to stare deeply into his eyes. She shook her head in disbelief. “How are you going to hide the fact you had to call me to come to the that military station on Oahu with that Uber driver your new military buddies trusted to bring myself and your id to them, so we could get you off that bloody base? And just how do you plan to stop that fool driver from spilling his guts to the next reporter that he’s just met Claire Beauchamp and James Fraser on the island of Oahu when they are supposed to be miles away from each other? And how he knows that they are in fact a married couple, and she is not engaged to someone else?”

Jamie just smiled in response and kissed her. “Trust me, Claire.” He replied, pulling out his iPhone. He started tapping on the screen.

Claire shook her head as she sat beside him on the sofa, watching him prepare the IG post. “But, you can’t post that now, in real time.” She protested.

“No, of course not.” He said. “We wait a few days and then post. And we’ll get a few of my friends to like it and comment.” Jamie smirked. He put a hand to his wife’s cheek, rubbing it gently. “And, then my wifey will answer back on, say, on Twitter, with a crop of my pic, and say something snarky. The fans will love it.” Jamie grinned. “And, we can distract them with some other banter like the soccer game coming up, love.” He told her, reaching out to fondle a breast. He grinned, “It’ll be great.” Jamie pulled himself up suddenly, taking Claire with him and headed outside to the garden terrace just outside their hotel suite.

Claire fidgeted for a moment, trying to stop his hands as he tried to remove her halter and shorts. “And, just what do you think you are doing?” she suddenly asked, pretending to glare at him.

Still grinning at his wife, he finished removing her clothing and his. He pulled her against him for a moment, reveling in the quiet bliss of feeling the warmth of her body against his own. He bent his head and rubbed his chin against her throat, enjoying how her breathing became ragged in response. He pushed them into the outdoor shower. He quickly turned on the jets, abruptly sending cold water down on them both. He laughed at the sound of her shriek from the shock of the water. “What’s the matter, love? Don’t like the cold? It’s good for you, after all, babe.” He informed her. He reached out and adjusted the controls until the water streaming down was warmer. He reached out and laid a caressing hand on her neck, her breast and finally resting on the curve of her hip. “Better?” he asked finally.

Claire nodded and reached out to stroke him, her hand sliding up and down his shaft, in a firm grip. “Yes, thank you. It’s very, relaxing, don’t you think?”

Jamie groaned in response, as Claire continued to stroke and caress him, the water teeming down on them both. He tried to push her off him. He shook his head. “But, babe, you can’t – we can’t – that is – the doctor said not for another couple of weeks,” he began, groaning in response to her relentless stroking on his member.

Claire sighed, and dropped to her knees. She looked up at him and smiled. “I know. But that doesn’t mean you can’t, that I can’t take care of you.” She replied, as she slowly started to take him into her mouth.

“But, Claire, I, uhhh, —“ he started, groaning at her determined mindset at giving him pleasure. Dear Lord, but he loved this woman. “But, —”

Claire shook her head, and uttered, “Shhh–“ as she took him deeper into her mouth, while stroking him with expert hands.

Jamie howled, his body shaking with pleasure in response to his wife’s continued assault.

Oh Lord, he thought. He should get lost on military bases and get sunburnt more often.

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Outlander fanfiction... we'll see where this goes...

We'll see where this goes, another couple are talking to me. Using Jamie and Claire as the subject...

Love beyond the test of time.

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Claire wiggled and squirmed as Jamie continued to pump and grind his hips frantically against the cradle of hers. She wrapped her legs tighter around his taut buttocks and dug her nails into his back. Feeling her body clench as she approached the pinnacle, she lifted her hips up to meet his in her attempt to climax in his arms for the second time this afternoon. “Jamie, dear God, Jamie, now!” She squealed as she felt herself shatter into a thousand pieces.

Jamie merely chuckled and bent his head down to kiss her after he’d just emptied himself into her. Feeling sated and relaxed, he eased them until she was laying beside him, her lithe body curled into his.

Claire sighed and rested her head against his chest. “We have to stop this, Jamie. This ends now.” She murmured as she lightly caressed his lower back and hip. “I can’t keep doing this.”

Jamie shook his head and pulled her closer. “That’s what you told me eleven years ago, too. And we kept on then. We’ve stayed together, in spite of things. In spite of all the obstacles and negative press.” He replied. “We’re still together and still seeing each other. Two babies later, we still spend time together.”

Claire sat up abruptly and lifted herself up off the bed and went into the bathroom. She sighed and gazed at herself, naked into the body length mirror. At thirty eight, she looked good, or so she thought. She was tall at almost six feet with long strawberry blonde hair and big blue eyes. As an actress and model, her eyes were her best feature. And her smile, she told herself. Sighing, she quickly wiped her face with a damp face cloth and slipped into her dressing robe.

Jamie looked up at her with concern as he saw her come back down onto the bed beside him. He watched her gratefully accept the flute of sparkling cider he’d poured for her. “Are ye all right, Claire?” he asked her. He’d met her on a TV production over ten years ago now. They’d been cast as the two main leads on a period drama and they’d somehow fallen for each other even though at that time, he publicly was with someone else. But, when she’d come to the audition and he’d read with her, he couldn’t help it. He’d fallen madly in love with her. And her, him. They had spent so much time together, both on set and off set when he’d helped her with her lines, it was inevitable, he supposed. He had fallen in love with Claire Beauchamp.

She took a sip of the cider and nodded. “I am fine. I just get emotional on the times that we are together. I travel and do other work related things. Then go home and spend time with my children. All of that distracts me from all of this.” She whispered. She waved her hand. “From us.”

Jamie reached over and pulled her into his lap. He rubbed his dark whiskered beard against the soft skin of her neck and throat. He gently suckled on an ear lobe. “And, is there an “us" still?”

She smiled and put her arms around his neck. She caressed his dark beard and looked at his deep blue eyes. “Of course.” She breathed softly “Have you seen me with other men very often? Or with people other than my mother or my siblings? No? Well, that is your answer. I am with you. I love you. Always have. Even when I shouldn’t have, or wanted to.” She replied.

He nodded and pulled her closer. He took a deep breath. He was going to approach this again. He wondered what her reaction would be this time. He sighed. “And your children are mine.”

Claire scowled at him. “Well, of course they are. In spite of the rumors, I have only been with you. Ever.” She fumed. “My daughters both look exactly like you. It’s a good thing there are a lot of men with dark hair and deep blue eyes.” She teased him.

Jamie grinned and bent and kissed her, hard on the mouth. “Yes, but not ones who have the same birthmark that your daughters have.” He boasted proudly.

“No, and given where they are located, they’re not going to find out.” she retorted.

He nodded. He began rubbing his hands up and down the curve of her back. “You do know that my situation has changed.”

Claire looked at him, puzzled. “ What do you mean?”

He sighed. “Laoghaire and I are no longer publicly together. We’ve officially parted, Claire.”

Claire shivered. “And how does that change us? We’ve seen each other since this began eleven years ago. But we’ve always kept it quiet and never told anyone we were together, or were a couple. “

He nodded. “I know. We’d decided that based on my public relationship with Laoghaire and because you were just starting to get your own acting career going.” He returned.

Claire sniffed. “I know. And then we weren’t careful one night and I ended up pregnant, for real. All the babies that my character was having must have rubbed off on me.” She murmured. “And it all fell apart.”

Jamie smiled at her softly, bending down to kiss her lips. “I know. It made for an emotional time. You were a bundle of nerves.”

She pressed her face into his chest and held him tightly. “I couldn’t handle it. It was all too much. The intense shooting schedule, and hiding the identity of your boyfriend and then an unexpected pregnancy on top of it all. I shattered. I snapped.” She confessed. “I had to get out of there. I ran back to my mother and left it all adrift including you at that moment.”

Jamie held her closer and nodded. “I know. You tried to push me away.” He murmured. “I wouldn’t let you.” He'd ran back after her, just after she'd given birth to their little girl. They'd been unofficially together ever since.

Claire kissed the hair on his chest. ”I remember. You had every right to do what you did. She was your child too.” She replied. “We’ve stayed together through all this time. Kept it all quiet. I’ve dodged a lot of questions about why I am single and have two daughters. But, I have held my ground and not told a soul who I have been with all this time.”

“Yes, we have stayed together. Not together constantly because of our own schedules. But, we’re together when we can be. Like now. Like I said though, Claire, it’s changed. I want more. Laoghaire and I have not been together as a couple for years. Not since I started up with you. We’ve not been together publicly in over five years. We, were never actually married, Claire. I don’t know if I ever said that to you.”

Claire stared at him intently. “No. No. You never have.” She responded. “So, it was all just duty and obligations then. You were never married.”

He nodded. “Yes. You know me and my feelings for having an obligation to someone.” He replied.

Claire swallowed deeply. “And your children with her?”

“They actually belong to her real partner. But, he was married until five years ago when his wife died.” Jamie explained.

Claire shook her head in disbelief.

“You mean, all this time. The pain and heartache that I have been through and you weren’t even married to her? That her children are not yours, James Fraser? All this time you’ve been with me. Two children by you and I practically had a nervous breakdown at the time and left a successful series because of all the trauma and found myself replaced and later in court with them over salary differences and you were not even married to her!!! JHRC!” Claire tore herself from him in a fit of anger. They’d had their share of fights before and this one was going to be a doozy.

Jamie nodded apologetically. “Yea, it’s true. But still, you have to realize that publicly at least, we were a couple - partners. And we were in the throngs of a very powerful and public TV drama. In a country where image and that sort of thing could make or break you. At the time she needed someone and I wasn’t with anyone and never expected to be. Her boyfriend was my best friend. I had to help them.” He explained. He sighed and smiled at her. “But then I met you, and like my character with your character, I fell in love, Claire.” He breathed. He pulled her back down against him and began stroking her beautiful features. “I fell in love along with him. With my leading lady. With my co star. Eleven years later, I still love you. I want to marry you, Claire. Marry me. Be my wife.”

Claire looked up at him stunned. She felt her eyes start to moisten. “M-marry you?” she stammered.

Jamie nodded, smiling at the woman he’d met over ten years ago. “Yes. I want you to marry me.”

Claire shivered. “But your world is here in this country, Austria. Mine is in Germany. We continue as we are? Or? We tell people?”

Jamie grinned. He pulled her closer. “We tell the world, Claire. We tell all. As for where we live, we can live wherever you’re most comfortable, Claire. But, marry me.” He urged her.

Claire sighed. “I – I don’t know, I “ she replied, hesitating. “I will have to think about it.”

He nodded and pulled her closer.

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Outlander fanfiction Lady In The Bottle kindle format

Kindle format Outlander Lady In The Bottle (.mobi)

Contains all 6 parts

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Outlander Fanfiction Lady In The Bottle Part 5

Part 5 ... Jamie didn't know what hit him

Link to the other parts after Part 5 ...

May 29 2022

Jamie shut the door to his flat and heaved a tired sigh of relief. Steve had brought him back from the deserted island and had set the helicopter down on a helipad closest to his flat in Glasgow. For the time being, he wanted to avoid the offices of the Globe. He had called Roald and he told him to take a few days to recover from his ordeal, so Jamie had taken a taxi directly from the helipad building to his flat. He threw his travel bag down onto his deacon seat in his foyer and headed for his shower, shedding clothing as he went.

He quickly turned on the jets of the shower and stepped into the warm pressure of the spray. Oh, God, he thought. He shuddered at how close he’d come to checking out of this world forever. He rested his forehead against the shower wall and just let the jet action soothe his weary and aching muscles.

Claire, still inside her bottle, rolled it out of Jamie’s travel bag. She quickly materialized as herself into the living room. She looked around at the modern décor and smiled. She wandered through the kitchen, hallway and the bedrooms. Nice flat with lots of living space. She wondered where Jamie was. Hearing the sound of the shower, she smiled. She quickly smoked into the bathroom and stared at Jamie’s huge physique through the show door glass. She pondered, hmmm, should I or should I not? She giggled wickedly and blinked herself naked. She smirked. I should. She quickly smoked herself into the shower with him.

Jamie stiffened at the sudden feel of a slippery wet woman who was pressed up against him. “What the?” He turned quickly and glared at the sight of a naked dark haired woman who was kissing his chest and pressing herself into his body. Claire! He’d told her to stay put. He shook his head. Obviously she didn’t. “What are you doing here, Claire?”

Claire just giggled and shook her head. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard on the lips.

Jamie groaned in frustration and heated desire. “And just what am I going to do with you?”

Claire wrapped her arms and legs tightly around his body. “This,” she murmured. He couldn’t hide the fact of how much he wanted her. She continued to kiss and caress him.

Jamie groaned. “Oh, bloody hell, what am I gonna do with you?” he muttered. “Oh, to hell with it,” he grunted, pulling her closer.

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Outlander Fanfiction Lady In The Bottle Part 6

Part 6 ... Claire has him and she's not letting go ...

Link to the other parts appear after Part 6

In a heated fury, they moved as one to the bed with Jamie on top of Claire. Claire wrapped her legs around him as he climaxed almost the very instant he was inside her. She held him as his body continued to pulse in the aftermath of his orgasm.

Jamie swore under his breath. “I am sorry, Claire. It’s, it’s been a long time for me, since I have been with a woman in that way.”

She nodded. “It is all right.” She murmured. “It’s all right. Been that long, huh? Thought you had a girlfriend?”

Jamie shook his head. “I haven’t touch her in that way. We’re just friends. She’s in no position, emotion wise to be with a man “ Jamie explained.

Claire nodded. “I can understand that. I’ve been pretty messed up myself.” She replied.

Jamie shook his head. “Anyone looking like you do, and you not having men all over you?”

Claire smiled. “Other than Frank, I haven’t been with anyone else in years. And with Frank, it’s been more like abuse than any real relationship.” She confessed.

Jamie stroked her hair gently. “I am sorry for that. Truly. But as for the other --- I can do better.” He began moving his hips against hers once again as he felt himself stiffening inside her. He shook his head. “Although I don’t know how I am going to explain you. Nobody’s going to believe it,” he murmured.

Claire grinned and began lifting her hips in response to his. He really was one huge hunk of male flesh. “You think not?”

Jamie shook his head. “Not a chance. And this kind of behavior cannot continue. I gave in because you’re gorgeous and I hadn’t been with a woman in a long time. But it can’t continue, Claire.” He told her.

Claire grinned. “Indeed?” she asked him, her nails digging in to his lower back. Hmmm, that’s what you think, Jamie. That’s what you think. He was the love of her life and she wasn’t ever letting him go.

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Still in progress, kindle format. This story is really ongoing.

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Hiding in plain sight

This is one I have been working on. It's loosely based on a certain couple we know.

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January 31 2015

Rachel looked at Robert anxiously as they drove down the busy London parkway. “How much longer?” They had just come from the studio, and were heading for the secluded flat Michael found for the nights they spent together. Most nights they spent apart since their happy idyllic world shattered into a million pieces three years ago. It was awful but they'd persevered and stayed together despite the forces trying to tear them apart. By day they continued their charade. Go to the studio and rehearse. Film their scenes and keep up the pretence of “not together.” It was hell. It was killing her. She looked up at Robert. Her bodyguard. Friend. Pretend fiance. Hard to have a fiance when she was married Rachel thought. “How much longer?” she asked again.

Robert checked his watch while his partner David drove. He reached over and squeezed Rachel's hand. This lady was so strong, he thought. Such a talent too. “About ten minutes, Rach.” He assured her. “Don't worry. He'll be there. Always is.”

Rachel nodded. Yes, Michael would never let her down. In spite of everything he always came through for her and had since the first time they'd met. She sighed. He loves me she thought, and I him. Always had. They'd been through so much. So much love and pain. Fear and heartbreak. She'd do it all again if given the chance. One thing was certain she would never leave him no matter the cost or what anyone tried to do to her. Never. She sat up when she felt the limo jerk. They'd stopped.

Getting out of the car she followed David while Robert walked a few steps behind her. As experienced ex law enforcement they were cautious and careful, ensuring her safety and yet careful not to raise attention. David turned around and led her to the door, punching in the security code. He smiled. Both men were attractive, tall with fair hair and brown eyes. “All clear Ms. Watson. We'll see you in two days unless we hear from Mr. Nelson.” He told her.

Rachel smiled at her bodyguards. They'd been hired four years ago when she and Michael became concerned that their employer would object to their marriage. Sure enough, Spudz Inc., the Production company behind The Travellers, a cable tv adaptation of the Western series by Jane London, had threatened them with lawsuits if they went public with their relationship.

Rachel nodded. “Yes. Enjoy your weekend guys. And thanks. As always.” She replied, watching them head back to the limo. She shook her head. Hard to believe those guys were brothers because they were so different. Eager to find Michael, she opened the door to their flat. Closing the door, she placed her coat and hand bag neatly in the closet. She shrieked as she felt his strong arms come around her, pulling her firmly against him. She turned in his arms and reached up and kissed him. Pulling back, she smiled at him. Almost as tall as her husband, she was practically face to face. “Hmmm. That's nice.” She said, kissing him again. “I missed you while filming today.” Rachel Watson and her husband of four years both played the leads in an episodic tv drama, The Travellers. But right now he was shooting a rare episode without her. She'd missed him.

Michael Nelson lifted her up high in his arms and sat down in the big arm chair, settling her on his lap. He bent and kissed her deeply, his tongue mingling with hers. He bent and bit her lip playfully. “Now that's better. And I missed you too.” Lowering his head, he rested his forehead against hers. He groaned. “God Rach. I hate this pretence. Pretending I was dating Janet. Hinting I used to like men. Watching you around your fiance.”

Putting her arms around his neck, Rachel pulled him down for another kiss. She watched the emotion on his face as he lifted his head. Tears in her eyes she looked up at him and placed her hand lovingly against his cheek. He was so gorgeous. All that thick black hair and the gray eyes. She'd been so lost when their bosses had tried to part them. Determined, they had found a way to defy them. “I know. Not easy having security guards with you all the time either. Or a pretend fiance. Especially when I have a husband.” She said, smiling.

Michael beamed and bent down and kissed her again. She was so pretty he thought especially when she smiled. Always so genuine. Never fake. She loved the fans. They loved her. Tall with her strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes. Like him she was from London but had lived in Derbyshire most of her life. Prior to acting she'd been a talented figure skater but gave it up to study acting. She was a great actress he thought. She'd already won an Acta award for best actress. Nice achievement for a woman of thirty four. Smiling he bent and kissed her again. “It's been rough. Trying to pretend that I don't love you, that's been tough Rach.”

She nodded. “Yes. You remember when we met. At my screen test to play Johanna on The Travellers. Your wife. You read with me. I was so nervous. You got me through it. Then before I knew it I was crazy about you. Then they tried to destroy us,” she faltered, her eyes tearing up. “All we wanted was to be together --"

Michael pulled her closer, snuggling her against him. He'd wanted to do this since the first moment he'd laid eyes on Rachel Watson. It had been mutual. She'd felt the same. Bam! Cupid between the eyes. Then their bosses tried to destroy them. But they'd found a way to stay a couple in spite of Spudz Inc. “I know, love. I know. Don't worry. It's all coming to a head. Season is almost done. Once it is, you and Robert and David and I will play our cards. They will get theirs. And we will be out of the ties that hold us to them.” He assured her.

She nodded. “Yes. Over five years ago now. Remind me again of how you were hired. You met with the author of the series had you not?”

Michael smiled at the memory. “Yes. Spudz Inc. had just bought the option to adapt her books to film and they'd decided on cable tv as the venue.”

Rach smiled seductively. “Because of the steamy love scenes,” she said.

Michael grinned and nodded. “Yes. I always find those tough. Because they are so personal and intimate. With a co-star I am crazy over.”

She nodded. “Yes. It's hard to share that with the world. I want you to myself.” She smirked. “Though you must know I'd never do them to that intensity with anyone but you.” She looked at the gentle swell of her growing belly. “Looks like you've had me a few times already Michael Nelson.”

He reached out and warmly fondled their unborn child. A lone tear trickled down. He nodded. “Yes. I know. Me as well. We are going to bring them down Rach. They're going down.” He beamed. “As for this little one here, ya I got you good.” He teased. “I can't wait.” He said, patting her swollen belly fondly.

Rachel felt her own tears welling up in her eyes as she placed her hand lovingly on top of his as he fondled their unborn child. They had told Spudz Inc that Robert was the baby's father which was why they were engaged. They had created the engagement partly because of the baby and partly because it allowed Robert to be closer to things. In the four years he'd pretended to be her boyfriend both he and his brother had accumulated a great deal of evidence and eye witness accounts of actors bad experiences with Spudz Inc and its management. Once she and Michael could leave the show, they would initiate lawsuits against her former employers. But they had to be free of their contracts first. They would go public and bring them down.

Snuggling into the warmth of her husband's arms, she murmured, “Tell me.”

Michael nodded, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her hair. “Yes. It was January 2010. Jane London had just signed for Spudz Inc to adapt her books. Their cable channel Dazzle would air the show once the first season was produced. I met them at the Spudz Inc studios in Dublin. It was like it was yesterday.”

January 29 2010

Michael stood at the window looking out over the busy streets of Dublin. He could hardly believe it. He was here to read for The Travellers. A cable tv adaptation of the Western series by Canadian author Jane London. Her books were always set against the Rocky Mountains of Western Canada. He would be reading for Cole Fuller the male hero in her books. Cole had been a local beef cattle farmer but now served as the district marshal. His wife Johanna helped him with the farm but tended to butt into his travels in the territory as marshal. She considered herself an amateur sleuth and liked to help much to Cole's chagrin.

As a former tennis player and almost 6' 3" Michael was certainly physically suited for the part.

Looking down at the script in his hand, he turned and walked into the studio set to read his lines.

February 4 2010

Jane London sat at the boardroom table of Spudz Inc ‘s audio video room with Executive Producer Miles Bodkin. They had just finished viewing the screen test for Michael Nelson. She looked at Miles. “Well, what do you think?” she asked. At fifty with dark hair and eyes like chocolate she was as spry as any divorced female could be. After five husbands, she'd decided to stay single. But it was a gold mine of experience for writing. Some of them were hot and Jane made good use of that in the bedroom. The money from the books and her husbands wasn't bad either. And now Spudz wanted to adapt her books for the little screen.

Miles looked again at the portfolio, pouring over the biography and photos Michael had brought with him. “Not totally a match but he sure physically matches your leading man. Former tennis player but an injury cut his career short. Studied drama in University as a minor and started doing small roles in live theater. Seems to project good emotion on screen tbough. Get the right female lead with him and they will steam up your tv screen. He's the best we've seen.” Miles replied.

Jane nodded. “I agree. Let's get him hired if we can.” Jane was enjoying her role in all of this. Not only was she hired as a consultant she also had some creative control. She was grateful for that because usually this wasn't the norm.

Miles nodded. “Consider it done. Now, we have most of our major characters cast. But we still need a Johanna.”

Jane nodded. She pulled out a portfolio her literary agent found for her. “I know you have been considering Kathy Gilmer but I think I have a better choice. She was a figure skating star turned actress just last year. She went to drama school while in University at night. She is, in a word, stunning. She had a small role in a motion picture film for Gwen Russo. I saw the film. She was good.”

Miles began looking over her bio and pics. Rachel Watson. Yes. Jane London was right. Stunning indeed. Woman was gorgeous. “Do we have a screen test?”

Jane shook her head “No. The film is still in production. Saw the film because of a friend. She is good and looks good on camera. That strawberry blonde hair shines through on camera. And the emotion in her eyes. Outstanding.”

Miles nodded. “See if you can get her here to screen test with Michael. That should help us decide.”

January 31 2015

Michael looked down at the woman in his arms. Poor baby he thought. She's fallen asleep. He still wondered at times how he'd ever come to deserve her. He shuddered at the thought of Miles’s reaction when he'd discovered that his stars had become romantically attached. To the best of his knowledge he hadn't known that they had eloped and he hoped to high heaven they still didn't. But they'd threatened them with lawsuits unless they stopped seeing each other while working on the show. Michael at first had been heartbroken as had Rach. But grudgingly agreed to cease romantic involvement while working The Travellers.

By the time they'd left the meeting he was both shaken up but also mad as hell. Rach for her part seemed at first heartbroken and then numb and terrified. But she also had a will of iron and they'd hatched their plan the year prior just because they'd been worried about their reaction then. And wisely so as it turned out. They'd already set their plan in motion at that time. They would make it seem like they'd lost interest and were moving on to other love interests. He had a friend who'd had several bad experiences with men. Because of that Janet agreed to pretend to be dating him when needed. They also setup a fake messageboard suggesting he was gay. He had an old college beau who went around a few places with him and made it look like they were a couple. He laughed. Funny how you could use the web to start a rumour about yourself. Outshipping the shippers on that one. They would of course tell anybody who asked Rachel had just been helping him by playing the girlfriend but now that she had a steady beau she didn't want to do that anymore. Enter Janet at this moment as his pretend girlfriend.

For Rach they hired two men with a law enforcement background to accompany and protect Rach. She was scared and Michael was taking no chances. One of the brothers would pretend to be an old boyfriend that had come back and Rach had rekindled things with him. They also started their own investigation of Spudz Inc trying to get as much information about their strong arm tactics in bullying their actors.

As he carefully laid Rach down in their bed, he smiled. It had been rough but they had stayed together even if it was just moments at a time. The rest of the time was a game of “not together” that they hated. The moments like this made it all bearable. He remembered the day that he met Rachel. He remembered too how she had told him later about her own experiences that same day.

February 25 2010

Rachel Watson looked at her watch in exasperation as she sat in the cab in the middle of a busy Dublin street. They were caught in traffic. There'd been an accident and now it was holding them up and making her late. She'd been ecstatic when her agent called and told her the Executive Producer for The Travellers had sent her a message asking if she had an audition tape of Rachel that she could send him. It turned out that Margaret had a small clip of her work on the new Gwen Russo film and had sent him that. Based on that they had asked for this meeting. Asked that she read with the actor hired to play Cole Fuller. She'd seen pictures of Michael Nelson from his tennis days. He was gorgeous but also big and strong physically. He'd be the perfect person to play Cole and now they wanted her to read with him. And she was running late. Drat!

Ten minutes later she was standing in an executive boardroom pacing nervously. Miles Bodkin’s personal assistant had brought her to this room to wait for Miles. She would be meeting Michael Nelson and Jane London the series author as well. She was shaking with nervousness but defiant and proud at the same time. She could do this. After working with Gwen Russo she could do anything. After the different pace of travel while working in the figure skating world she could do anything.

Miles Bodkin came into the room at that moment with Jane London and Michael Nelson just behind him. Her breath caught at the sight of Michael. If anything he was better looking in person than in any of the pics or live tennis matches she'd seen. He had to be at least 6'3". As a woman she knew she was tall at just around 5'9" but he towered over her. Dark black hair in a longish cut. Beard neatly trimmed. In a word he was gorgeous. She felt her girl parts tingle. Stop that she scolded herself. You're here for a part, not a man! After several failed attempts at relationships she'd given up men.

Miles came over then and held out his hand. She took it in hers grasping his in a handshake. His grip was firm and businesslike. “Good morning Ms Watson, I am Miles Bodkin, Executive Producer for The Travellers for Spudz Inc. Let me introduce Jane London the series author.” Rachel shook the hand Jane offered her. Miles looked over to Michael. “And this is Michael Nelson who will play Cole.”

Michael reached out his hand to Rachel Watson in a warm handshake. He'd seen photos of Rachel from her figure skating days but man they just didn’t do her justice. She is simply stunning he thought, a total knockout. He was tall but she came up to over his shoulder. Suddenly he had visions of those long legs wrapping themselves around … no! Stop that he told himself. You're here for business and a job and certainly not women. But still, if given the moment—

Miles took that moment to interrupt. “Please everyone. Sit.” He said, handing everyone a folder. “I want first everyone to read over the scene. Then we will get Michael to read with you Rachel. He will read Cole while you read the part of Johanna.” Miles said as they sat down around the boardroom table. He took a sip of water. “I will explain the scene a little first if I may. This is from the pilot episode where Cole is first appointed district marshal. But in this scene you are both at your ranch in Alberta. It is late evening and a first year calf has wondered away from its mother and is lost. In the middle of a thunder and rainstorm Johanna goes off on her own to find him. She finds the calf under a tree but her husband catches up to her and is furious at her for being so reckless. Just read it through and then we'll get you to do it on camera with Michael, Rachel.”

Rachel nodded and began reading the pages. She was nervous but confident. She could do this.

Michael Nelson looked over at her and briefly put his hand on hers. He lifted his hand and smiled. “Don't worry Ms Watson. I saw the film clip your agent sent over. You got this. Just work with me as you go. You got this.” He said warmly. “You got this.”

She nodded and reread the pages a second time.

Fade In

Ross, the ranch foreman enters the ranch kitchen. Tells Johanna about getting the cattle sheltered during the rainstorm.

Johanna looks at Ross their foreman in exasperation.

Johanna:

“It is raining hard and the thunder and lightning is heavy now. Are all our cattle accounted for?”

Ross turns. Shakes his head.

Ross:

“All but one calf ma'am. He's wondered away from his mother.”

Johanna:

“And have you found him?”.

Ross:

“Er, no ma'am.”

Johanna looks furious.

Johanna:

“Why not?”

Stamps foot in frustration.

Ross looks exasperated.

Ross:

“The weather… too fierce ma'am…”

Johanna interrupts and heads for the door.

Johanna:

“Well if you won't find him I bloody well will!”

Heads out into the storm, defiant ignoring the rain and wind.

Sometime later Cole discovers where his wife has gone. Furiously chases after her. Finds her with a small calf in an open field under a tree. Gets out of the truck and finds her there cold and soaked to the skin.

Cole:

“Just what the hell were you doing woman? Coming out here without a thought of your own safety or our unborn child? God Johanna Louise Fuller how can you be that reckless or stupid?”

Johanna stares down her husband in defiance.

Johanna:

“Saving this poor baby from the storm. And don't you call me reckless you stubborn man. Accepting the marshal job without a care for me or this farm or--"

Cole looks defiant and determined. Cole:

“Awww Johanna you know I have wanted this law enforcement thing for a long time. We can talk it over but right now we need to get you and that calf outta here.”

Cole picks up the calf. Takes Johanna by the arm and hauls her to the truck.

Inside the cab Johanna glares at her husband.

Johanna:

“I swear Cole Fuller you are the most exasperating man … “ Her face softens to the camera. She smiles … “If I didn't love you so much…”

Cole grins devilishly and drives them back to the ranch.

Fade to black.

March 23 2010

Jane London looked over at Miles Bodkin. They had just finished viewing the screen test for Rachel Watson. “Well, what do you think?”

“I think we better get that young woman under contract. She was amazing. Just transformed into Johanna. And the chemistry between them. Amazing. They sizzled.” Miles replied.

Jane nodded “Yes, they did. Amazing like you said.”

January 31 2015

Three weeks later the production of the pilot episode began. The Travellers was well on its way to reality. And so was his relationship with Rachel he realized as he looked down at his still sleeping wife. Although he didn't realize it at the time. They had started out friendly but businesslike or at least they'd tried. But Rach he soon found out was a giggler and he loved to set her going. He could say anything or do anything and she'd start.

He remembered the first day they'd spent reading through scripts. They would study their lines. Then start the slow tedious process of reading them aloud one against the other. Table read-throughs were always awkward but a necessary part of movies and tv productions.

Michael smiled at Rachel as she came to the table and sat down beside him. Dressed casually in brown slacks and a light cardigan she looked very young and wholesome and fresh. He was still stunned by his reaction to this woman. “Good morning. Ready to get a start on things?” he asked pointing to the scripts on the table.

She yawned as she sat down, taking a sip of her coffee. “Yes, but I will have to get used to these early mornings again. It's been awhile.”

They spent several days just reading through the screenplay and generally getting used to the cast. Michael found he was enjoying his job more and more each day. Hours were long but it was worth it. He liked getting to know their cast. He liked being around Rachel. He liked her warm spirit and infectious laugh. He found her to be a funny and intelligent woman. She treated everyone the same including their crew. There was no pretence to her.

February 1 2015

Rachel came awake slowly and looked over at her still sleeping husband. He always looked so innocent somehow when he slept. She got up slowly, the baby she carried making her movements more awkward. She wasn't due until September but she was starting to feel the child inside her. Just small tiny flutters, but it was there. Being pregnant had sure changed her physically. She tired more easily and found herself to be more emotional. This current charade they were playing hadn't helped either. She knew both she and Michael were stressed. And it showed. She liked Robert and David but she hated having to have them with her all the time. She knew she needed them to ensure her safety but it wasn't easy. Things were building though she knew. Soon the charade would end. She wondered what the fans reaction would be once they learned the truth. That Rachel Watson and Michael Nelson were in fact a couple and were married. The shippers will love this she thought, saying to everyone, “see I told you so,”. She hoped the world would be as forgiving. Coming back to the bed, she crawled beneath the blankets and cuddled against her husband.

Michael stirred and yawning rolled over to pull Rachel into his arms, kissing her awake. He groaned when he felt her hand go lower grasping him in a firm grip. He smiled and settled her on top of him. He reached down a hand and began caressing her and finding her moist and wet and ready helped her take him inside her. Placing his hands on either side of her hips they found their own rhythm together moving as one, moaning and panting as the pressure built as they came together crying out in ecstasy.

Rachel, sighing with contentment eased herself off of her husband and settled herself contentedly against him. “Hmmm not exactly a Cole and Johanna moment, but it'll do.” She murmured softly.

Michael reached over and warmly caressed her naked belly. “Yes, well there is someone between us here. Makes me wary sometimes of going full out with you. Always so afraid of hurting the baby.” He replied. He felt his eyes fill. “God Rach… I love you so much. If anything were to happen to you or the baby because of me or us or that stupid production company ---”

Rach placed her hand lovingly on his mouth to silence him. She shook her head and softly kissed him on the lips. “Nothing will happen. We've kept it together this long. It's ok. We're ok. We'll be ok. They are going down. It will happen.” Rachel said fiercely. The production company had been furious when they discovered that their stars were romantically involved and had threatened them with lawsuits and worse. Since then they'd been playing the game of not together to thwart them though they'd set up the scheme the year before. The last ploy had been her recent engagement to Robert. Fake of course. Hard to be engaged when you're already married. Still it had been frightening at the time.

Michael nodded. “Yes. I know. Still it's hard sometimes. Especially when the shippers try so hard to prove their theories that we are together. They, in their love for us could inadvertently bring it all down and almost have at times.”

“True. Many of them aren't stupid and can see the clues sometimes when we leave them. But we have to keep it going and keep the image of not being together. Unfortunately the shippers are caught in the crossfire of that.” Rachel replied. “It will anger them but it's how it has to be.”

“True. Though they're the ones buying the merchandise that helps support the show. Which if the show declines it may help us bring this to an end sooner. But if we can get to August …”

Rachel smiled. “I like how you think Michael Nelson. You're thinking about the exit clause in those contracts. Smart.”

He nodded. “Exactly. There is light at the end of this tunnel babe. It's just baby here forced us into other maneuvers right now. Can't be telling them you're already married to me and having my baby love.” He said.

Rach sighed. “No true. Enter Robert longtime boyfriend turned fiance.” She shook her head. “Still, I hate this kind of deception. I will be so glad when it ends. I loved you almost from the first. I want the world to know that.”

Michael pulled her close and kissed his wife. “Me too. Remember when we first together how we fought things but just couldn't help but tease and tantalize each other. Then the production company deliberately sent us on interviews and several photoshoots. We didn't stand a chance.” Michael smiled. It was like it was yesterday.

April 10 2010

Miles Bodkin looked over at his two co-stars. They had finished the first episode two weeks ago and started doing some of the production aspects on the pilot. It very raw and primitive yet but it looked good. He thought the on screen chemistry looked good between them. They were now filming the second episode. Most of it like the first had been in the studio here in Dublin but some of it was shot on location in an area just outside of the city. It was rural enough to look like parts of Alberta where Jane London's books were set. He took the portfolio out of his bag and gave a copy to each of his co-stars Rachel and Michael. “As you will see those are a list of publicity appearances we'd like you to do to help promote the show. Two are interviews with Kelly Marcus of Entertainment TV and the other three are photoshoots with Benito Alvarez for World Magazine. They will take place over the next two weeks while we finish production on the first episode. We intend to run it first as the pilot and then production will move from there with the network based on that. Dazzle is reluctant to move forward without testing the reaction of their viewers first. We feel confident in the show, but they are being cautious.” Miles told them.

Michael looked at Rachel then poured over the list of dates. All in the next two weeks. All in Toronto ON Canada. “These are in Canada.”

Rachel nodded her agreement and then looked at Miles. “Why Canada?” she asked.

“Because Dazzle also has a sister channel Nightview in Canada and because this is a Canadian writer they want to capitalize on those things to promote the show to the Canadian audience.” Miles replied.

He handed them each a set of ticket billfolds. “These contain your tickets and details of your itinerary including your hotel reservations in downtown Toronto. Once there our pr representative will help you coordinate the interview and the photoshoots. Normally we'd be there to represent our Production staff but in this instance we want it very low key with just Cole and Johanna there. Your flight to London leaves in two hours. You will stay in a hotel there and fly out in the morning.”

Two hours later Rachel was sitting in a her hotel suite in London. Oddly enough it adjoined to the suite next door with a connecting door in between. They'd put Michael in that one. She wondered if that was on purpose. They already shared a trailer on the studio lot and on location as well. It was like they were subtly promoting them as a couple. She laughed. If only they knew she thought. They'd been giggling and half flirting since they met. Now maybe there was an opportunity to act on those feelings. She was still taken aback at how intense her emotions were concerning Michael. They still hadn't done anything… just some light teasing and tantalizing. She smiled when she turned her head and suddenly there he was in the connecting doorway.

He came over and sat down on the bed opposite her. “So, what do you make of all this?” he asked.

“Looks like they are going all out to sell the show, particularly Johanna and Cole. They want us to play it up a little and make it seem that we are a couple.” Rachel replied. “I am afraid I won't have to do much pretending.” She confessed.

Michael came over then and sitting beside her, reached out and took her hand. He squeezed it gently. “Me either Rach.” Lord, it was all he could do to keep from kissing her. In all his experience with women he'd never wanted one as much as he wanted Rachel Watson. Still, this was not the moment. “It's getting on toward evening. Care to dine with me downstairs in the dining room? I am sure that will get things rolling with people talking.” He added grinning devilishly.

She smiled and squeezed his hand in return. “Yes. Yes, I'd like that.” She replied. Oh Lord, she sighed. I have it bad for my co-star she mused as she followed him into the dining room and allowed him to seat her at their table.

Michael looked at Rachel as they rode in the elevator back up their suite. He shook his head as he gazed at the gorgeous woman who was Rachel Watson. Her strawberry blonde hair was up in an elegant style that emphasized the beautiful features of her face. Her eyes matched the light steel blue of her dress. God he wanted her. He wanted to reach out and --- no!, he told himself firmly. She is your co-star and hopefully your friend not your lover! He felt relief when the elevator stopped on their floor. Funny, but theirs were the only two suites on this floor and they connected with the door in between. He wondered if that was on purpose to imply that-- you'd never know in the entertainment industry; still he wondered. He led her over to her door and waited while she unlocked the door with the key code.

Rachel took a deep breath as she stood in the doorway of her suite looking up at him. God, she thought, he's just so good looking with the dark pants and matching sports coat. Even without a tie, she wanted to reach out and kiss him. On set they'd flirted and smiled and giggled at each other but beyond a light touch on the hand hadn't done anything else. Oh heavens but she wanted him to hold her and kiss her. For the first time in a long time she wanted to go to bed with a man.

“Rachel – I,” he began, he remembered what it felt like to kiss her and hold her as Johanna and now the tension was building. Oh what the heck he thought, and quickly pushed her inside the door, closing it and pulled her against him. He bent his head and kissed her quickly, not giving her the chance to respond before he pulled back. “Sorry, Rach. I know I shouldn't have done that but I have wanted to since I first saw you. And with all the scenes with you as Johanna, I,” he began, “I'm sorry.” He said softly, resting his forehead against hers. “I'm sorry.”

Rachel smiled and shook her head. She placed her hand gently on his cheek. “No. It's all right. Really. Oh God Michael but I have wanted this too. Maybe it's wrong, but I want you to hold me. I want you to kiss me.” She replied. She blushed. “Maybe it's too soon.”

Michael bent his head and touched his lips to hers gently and then pulled back again to gaze at her. “Is it Rach? Is it?” he asked. “Because God I want you. I want to hold you amd kiss you and oh so much more. But, it's your call. I would never hurt you Rachel. Do you believe in love at first sight?” Michael asked her softly. If she said no to all of this, he would just kill himself right now. He was aching with the intense need and desire he felt for her. He was barely in control.

Rachel nodded and pulled his head down for another kiss. “I really didn't,” she began, hesitating slightly. “At least, before now.” She admitted. “I am not sure if what I am feeling is love. I know I think about you all of the time. And when we are not on set and together I find myself wishing I was with you. Is that love? I am not sure, but that's how I feel. I've felt like this since I met you. It … it frightens me a little.” She reached up and laid her hand against his cheek. Since the show began filming he'd shaved off the beard but she could feel a day's growth on his cheek. She liked the sensation against her skin when he'd kissed her just now.

Michael pulled her closer to him, letting her feel just how much he wanted her. “I feel the same Rach. If that's not love then I don't know what is. I want to be with you all the time even it's just to laugh with you or simply hold your hand. I want the other things too of course.” He said. “But I am not going to force you. That's up to you. But I can't continue to hold you and kiss you like this and not … Rachel. I only have so much control.” He admitted. It was taking every bit of his self-control not to just throw her on the bed and make love to her. He was hanging on by a thread.

She nodded. She sighed and stepped from him. She took his hand and led him over to the bed. She took a deep breath. This was a huge step for her. She knew that. She'd always had poor experiences with men. But somehow this felt right and she was going to take the chance. Spudz Inc and Dazzle had arranged for the interviews and photoshoots that put them together like this. On her own she doubted she would have acted so quickly but since the moment was here, she was going to take the chance. Smiling at him, she murmured, “make love to me Michael. Undress me. Kiss me.” She told him.

He smiled and slid a hand behind her back and slid the zipper of her dress slowly down. He reached up and slid the straps from her shoulders leaving her in just a pale blue bikini thong, garter belt and silk stockings. She wore no bra. Her breasts were full and high and pert. He reached out a hand and lightly fondled one with his fingers. He looked down at her and smiled. “You are so beautiful Rach. So utterly beautiful. I can't look at you and not want to kiss you or hold you. And oh so much more.” He breathed in between placing light kisses along her throat and upper chest. “I just can't. I ache with it Rachel.”

She nodded and reached up to undo the buttons of his shirt, having already relieved him of his jacket a moment ago. “I feel the same.” She admitted. “Scares the you know what out of me, but yes I feel it too.” She replied, deftly removing his shirt. She pressed herself against him, enjoying the feel of his skin against hers. She pulled back and putting her arms round his neck reached up and kissed him her tongue engaging eagerly with his. She felt the tightening and the burning ache between her thighs. This was so like what she'd felt during a love scene as Johanna, but, oh so much more.

Michael groaned as Rachel continued to kiss him passionately his tongue mingling and fiercely dancing with hers. Pulling back, he reached out and quickly removed her panties and stockings. He drew in his breath at the sight. He shivered with desire at the sight of the red patch of curls between her legs. If anything they were redder than the strawberry blonde curls on her head. She'd always had the patch on and until now he hadn't seen.

Rachel felt suddenly nervous and shy as she watched Michael stare at her naked body so intently. Maybe this was a mistake after all …

Michael saw her nervous reaction and drew her against him again, letting her feel him and just how badly he wanted her. “No, baby. Don't be nervous or shy. You are gorgeous. Perfect. Every single part of you.” He assured her. He bent his head and softly kissed her mouth, her throat and her breast. “I love you. I know it's crazy and probably too soon. I've known you for about six weeks but I love you Rach. I absolutely ache with it body and soul.”

She put out a hand then as she drew back from him. She undid the fastening on his dress pants and drew them down his legs, leaving him to step out of them. Looking at him she saw how very much he did want her. His erection stood tall and proud seemingly staring straight at her.

He grinned wickedly seeing her cheeks redden from the sight. “Yup. He knows what he wants. He wants you. Very badly.”

“I can see that. I want him too. And you, Michael.” She confessed. Oh heavens I love him. I love him. “I love you too.” She pulled him down onto the bed with her beneath him. “I want you, Michael. Please. I need you. Now. I uhhh don't think I can wait,” she muttered, her voice ragged and husky from desire. It had a been a long time for her and it was as if the dam had burst. She was desperate to have him inside her.

Not wasting another moment, Michael buried himself deep inside revelling in the hot moist feel of her body. Like Rachel he was frenzied with need. He began a steady fast rhythm holding his weight from her with his elbows. He nearly exploded when she wrapped her legs around him and met him thrust after heated thrust. He cried out as he felt her muscles tighten around him, squeezing him as she climaxed beneath him. Unable to hold back any longer his own pleasure overtook him as he emptied himself inside of her.

Rachel felt relaxed, her body languid and limp as Michael moved off of her. She settled herself contentedly beside him and stretched her body, enjoying the feel of post coital bliss.

He smiled and bent down and kissed her gently. He reached out a hand to warmly cup the soft weight of her full breast. “Mhmmm. That felt good Rach. I haven't been with a woman in a long time. I wanted you to know that. Always very careful about my partners. I am safe Rach. I wanted you to know that.” He told her.

She nodded. “Thank you. And yes, I am clean too. Haven't been with anyone in a long time either. But,” she began, she hated having to ask him, but she'd heard rumours …

“You can ask me anything Rach.” He said. “Anything.” He assured her.

“Yes. It's just, during your tennis player years there were rumours…” she continued, still hesitating. She hated asking this. But she had to know.

Michael took a deep breath and asked, “you mean do I like men? Am I gay?” He placed his hand her arm and squeezed it gently. He sighed. He had dreaded the thought of talking about this, but they had to address this.

She swallowed deeply and nodded. “Yes.”

“When I was in University for a time I experimented with that yes. I meant was young and foolish. And impetuous and did some things I deeply regret and that was one of them. It was one night with one boy. I've never done anything like that again. I swear you have my word on that one Rach. Just the one time. I like women. And now, only you. I only want you.” He pulled her close again and started to kiss her throat, her upper chest, the curve of her breast. He looked up at her then and stared into her eyes. “Only you Rach. I love you.” He lowered his hand and began caressing and fondling her between her thighs. He smiled when he found her moist and wet and needy for him.

She moaned her pleasure as she felt him caress her there with his mouth on her breast at the same moment. “Yes. Michael, yes. I believe you. I love you. Oh, God don't stop,” she groaned as she felt his tongue on her adding to the heated sensation of his fingers. She started to squirm and buck her hips back and forth as the sensuous torture between her legs continued.

Michael grinned and continued to move two fingers inside Rachel at a steady pace while licking and sucking on that little nub between her legs. He would deliberately speed up until he felt her almost reach her peak and then he would slow down just to tease and build her need for release even more.

Rachel twisted and turned and moaned in half ecstasy and frustration as Michael continued his relentless assault between her nether regions. “Oh please, Michael. Please.” She begged. She pleaded. She wheedled. The tension built. The pounding built. Until finally she felt him above her again, entering her body as he did so. Rachel screamed her pleasure at that first deep thrust, her body convulsing in ecstasy as he continued to pump his hips against the cradle of hers. To her surprise and shock she felt herself coming again as he drove himself into her at a furious pace. She cried out her release at the same moment he'd found his, crying out her name and collapsing against her.

Michael rolled off of from her and pulled her against his body spoon fashion. He reached down and drew the covers over them both. Putting an arm around her, he gently cupped a warm breast. “It's late, Rach. We have a flight in the morning. Try to sleep.” He murmured softly.

Rachel nodded, feeling boneless and relaxed in his arms. “Yes. This is new. I hardly ever sleep with anyone.”

Michael pulled her closer. “Me either. Always a first time Rach. Get some sleep.” He growled.

Michael looked down at the sleeping woman in his arms. She is so exquisite and warm and friendly. And so responsive to him. Don't mess this up, Michael Nelson he told himself. Don't. Just don't. She is everything. Yawning, he gave in to the fatigue he felt and nodded off himself.

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Rachel woke up in a panic, her body drenched in sweat. She extricated herself carefully from the heat of Michael's naked body and quickly got out of the bed. Careful not to wake him, she hastily grabbed her clothing and passed through the connecting door to her own suite. Typical of Miles to arrange this she mused. Trying to throw us together to promote your show, Miles? Rachel quickly shut the door and locked it from her side. She bolted the night chain. She sat down on her own bed, naked. Her body still burned from Michael's touch. Shivering from the cool of the air unit, she wrapped the bed throw around her nude form. “Oh my God.” She muttered to herself. “What have I done? I can't do this. Not now. Not after such a bad experience from Jeff. I can't. I just can’t.” She loved Michael. She did. Had lusted after him for years. But not now. “I am just not ready.” She thought. Tired and bone weary still, she lay down against the pillows and pulled the covers around her. Longing for the feel of Michael's strong arms around her, she burst into tears.

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Michael woke to the sound of the blaring alarm. “Oh,God,” he groaned. He reached over automatically for Rachel. “Rach, time to get up. Gotta shower and catch that flight--" he startled, realizing the other side of the bed was empty. “What the?” he mumbled. “Rach? Rach?” he muttered. He got up and checked the bathroom and found it empty. Thinking she'd gone to her suite to shower and change, he went to the door. “Got shy huh Rach?” he teased, trying the door. He was shocked to find it locked. He tried again. No answer. He signed and leaned against it in despair. She’d pulled into her shell again. He’d felt it sometimes when they were rehearsing the pilot episode. He could tell she felt as he did but at the same time he sensed her fear like she was afraid of something. Like she was afraid of the growing feelings between them. “Aww Rach, you can trust me. I won’t let you down. I love you.” Sighing, he headed for his own shower. They still had to catch that flight.

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May 31 2010

Rachel Watson stared at the new script that lay on the table. They were back on location at the Spudz studio, just outside of Dublin. The network was moving forward with the series and they were just beginning the read through for Episode Two and Five. They sometimes would shoot out of order, depending on the content and background of the scenes. She sighed. Michael Nelson was sitting beside her to read for Cole, her on screen husband. She was aware of him still, but she’d been avoiding him. She only talked to him when necessary. She did her job, on camera whether on set or in tv interviews. She’d cut him off emotionally and avoided him otherwise. She couldn’t deal with how he made her feel right now. She just couldn’t. Sighing, she went back to reading her script.

Michael Nelson was near ready to blow from the frustration. Rachel had cut herself off from him and was avoiding him at every chance she had. During the Canadian interviews she remained professional and courteous while on camera during interviews or on photo shoots. But, the rest of the time, she remained cool and aloof to him. Her behavior had continued when they started to do read throughs for the new episodes. He’d tried and tried. She wouldn’t talk to him no matter how hard he tried. He went back to his script and swore under his breath. She had to be the most infuriating woman he’d ever met.

June 10 2010

Michael sat with his friends and colleagues at a bar in Dublin. He looked over at Rachel, who sat with some of the female cast. Cast and crew had come here tonight to celebrate the successful completion of the second episode. He’d sat down with some of his male cast members, but she’d come with the women. She’d been friendly with them, and with the other male cast members and the production staff. But, she’d been avoiding him. All night. She wasn’t talking to him. He ssighed. They’d shot their scenes together and read their lines successfully. There’d been a love scene. They’d got through it smoothly, without a problem. But she wasn’t talking with him otherwise. He’d had it. Enough was enough. He got up and moved over to her.

Rachel sat with her female cast members and production crew. She sipped her beer and laughed happily with Janet Laslow, the young woman who was cast to play her younger sister. They’d finished Episode 2 and the cast and crew came out to The Rochelle Bar to celebrate their success. During all this time, she’d successfully avoided Michael. It hadn’t been easy because of their scenes together including a huge love scene, but she’d done it. She just couldn’t deal with him and how she felt when she was around him. She sighed. Oh, Lord, he’s coming over here, she realized.

Michael came over to Rach, and not giving her the chance to avoid him, grabbed her by her arm. “We need to talk. Enough of this.” He told her. “Now.” He pulled her into a back room of the Pub and shut the door. The owners were friends of his and they’d agreed to let him use the room when he told them he needed to talk to his girlfriend.

Rachel glared at Michael angrily as he pushed her into the back room. “Just who do you think you are, handling me like this? Where do you get off?” she fumed at him as he turned and locked the door behind them and pocketed the key.

Michael stared at her with equal fervour and then motioned to the chairs around the table. “I dare because I am tired of your behavior with me when we’re off camera. I am tired of getting the silent treatment to deserve it. I am fed up with how you’re acting. And the most troubling part about all this is that it’s not because you’re actually angry or upset with me about something. And it’s not because you’ve stopped caring about me or us. It’s because you’re scared. You’re terrified of being hurt. Like before. But, the thing is, Rach is that I am not that guy. Don’t make me into that or him. I care about you, Rach.” He told her softly. “I am not like that. You know it and I know it.” He murmured. “I would never deliberately hurt you, or cheat on you, while we’re together. Never. I love you. Heart and soul. I love you.”

Rachel fought back the tears as she looked at Michael. She knew he was right. He wasn’t that guy. He wasn’t manipulating or controlling in any way. There’d been many rumors about Michael over the years including the gay rumors but he’d always been decent to her. Even when they’d slept together and in her panic afterward, she ran from him and the situation, he still treated her with respect on camera. He respected her decision to avoid any personal emotional involvement with him. Until this moment, he’d been respectful and every bit the gentleman that he was. “You’re right. I am scared. I am terrified, Michael. Of opening myself up again emotionally. Of being vulnerable and leaving myself raw and open with the chance of being hurt again. So after that night and I realized how I felt and how you felt - I panicked and ran.” She replied quietly. She took a deep breath. She sighed. The truth was, if she was totally honest, she loved him now more than ever. There was something so loveable about Michael Nelson. She just had to have the courage to reach out and take a chance. “I love you too.” She confessed softly. “I am just scared.”

Michael nodded. He reached over then and pulled her into his lap, cradling her in his arms. “I know. I am too.” He replied.

Rachel put her arms around his neck and kissed him. “So, where do we go from here?” she asked him.

Michael smiled and bent down and kissed her a second time. “Well, we’re in a TV show that’s doing well in the ratings. I’d say we move along with that and see where it takes us.” He told her.

Rachel nodded. “And us?” she asked.

Michael smiled. “Why don’t we just see how it goes. Date a bit. Stay in each other’s flats at times. Just see how it goes. I want to be with you, but I want you comfortable with it Rach. No running away if you’re scared. You come to me. You talk to me. If you want to end it at some point, we can talk about that too." He continued.

Rachel nodded. “Yes. Yes, I’d like that.” She replied. “ I love you.”

Michael nodded. “I love you too, Rach. Never doubt that.” He responded, tightening his arms around her.

Rachel tucked her head against his chest. She nodded.

They never moved for the longest time.

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LADY IN THE BOTTLE

Another take on if things had gone differently...

Lady In The Bottle

I Dream of Jeannie

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Tony heaved a sigh of relief as he watched Melissa and the General walk out the door. He closed it firmly and leaned his tall six foot frame against the closed door. Oh my God. What have I got myself into? If the General and Melissa found out? His name was mud. He was done for. He turned back, exasperated, to the giggling sounds coming from the bottle. Suddenly he saw smoke coming from it as Jeannie reappeared in his living room. She was on the floor in a crouched position, laughing hysterically.

He grabbed her with one arm and pulled her to her feet. “Now look you --" he began only to be stopped cold as she wrapped her arms firmly around his neck and started kissing him full on the mouth. He groaned, meaning to push her away but found himself responding to her kiss as she put her tongue in his mouth. He felt the sudden heat of desire as he felt the warm softness of her harem costume clad body pressing against his. With a determined grunt, he gently set her from him while trying in vain to settle the way his body was reacting to her. Damn but she was beautiful with her silky blonde hair and big green eyes that could swallow a man whole. “Jeannie,” he muttered softly. “This can’t continue. I have a fiancee. I can’t. I just can’t.”

Jeannie looked up at him and giggled. He was so good looking with his dark blue eyes and dark brown hair. She had loved him from the first moment she had seen him when he released her from her bottle. She shook her head. No matter what he said she was not leaving him. Not ever. He kept thinking that he was happy with the other woman, but she knew instinctively that he was not. She was not good for him. She was manipulative and controlling. Jeannie had an innate ability to read people and she was not a good person. Besides, she did not love Tony. She giggled again and tried to put her arms around him again.

Tony reached out and pulled her arms away from him. He shook his head. “No. Jeannie. I said no. I am going to bed. I want you gone by the time I get up in the morning. Understood?” he told her firmly.

Jeannie nodded and giggled as she watched him go into the bedroom. Shaking her head she morphed into the pink smoke and reemerged in the bedroom. She smiled at the sight of Anthony dressed just in his boxers. She reached out and put her arms around him again. She started to kiss him.

Tony shook his head determined and tried to put her from him. He groaned as his body once again responded to the feel of hers pressed against him. “Now. Stop that. Stop at once.” He ordered her. He moaned with pleasure as she started caressing his already hard member. He looked down at her. She’d blinked herself into a pink sheer nightgown that hid nothing from his gaze. He sighed and held her closer in response and began to kiss her back. Oh God he realized… I am lost with this woman…

Tony woke up sometime later and gazed at the woman pressed against him in the dark of the night. Naked, only her long blonde hair hid her from his gaze. He’d tried to resist her but she was so beautiful and the feel of her softness when pressed against him. Oh God, he’d been unable to resist. He was starting to have deep feelings for a woman he’d just met, for a woman he hardly knew. This was dangerous. He knew that. He’d have to find a way to resist her and not act on this again. He’d made love to her, but it couldn’t happen again. He groaned and pulled her closer to him. He was in trouble and he knew it.

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Two months later.

Jeannie smiled as she lightly dusted Tony’s living room and backyard patio. She was happily singing in ancient Persian while cleaning and watering his plants. Garbed in her harem costume, she was content. She had been here for two months now, and she was content and happy. Two months since that magical night that she had spent in Anthony’s arms. Two months since he had released her from her bottle on the deserted island. Though he had not allowed a repeat of that magical night, she was content and happy. She had been living in her bottle here with her Master. She smiled. He had ended his engagement at least. She sighed and glanced at the clock. He would be home from NASA soon. He still had not told anyone about her being here with him, although she had managed to wreak havoc every now and then. She giggled. She had something to tell him. She wondered how he was going to react to her news. She smiled and lightly patted her belly.

Tony Nelson smiled at Jeannie as he stepped into his living room. He hung his uniform hat and jacket into the closet and loosened his tie. Sighing he gratefully accepted the cocktail she’d made him and eased himself down onto his living room sofa. He reached out a hand and pulled her down to sit beside him. She’d blinked herself into a light yellow summer dress with a fluffy tie at her neck. Her blonde hair was down and flowing gracefully down her back. Damn but she was beautiful. “How was your day?” he asked her. In the two months since she’d been here with him, he’d gotten used to her being here. She’d slowly become a good friend and companion in spite of himself. She was starting to mean something to him and that made her dangerous. If his colleagues ever found out about her and what she was.

Jeannie smiled. “Just the usual things, Master. I cook and clean. I watch that thing you call TV over there. They do some crazy things, Master.” She replied. She began to softly massage his tense shoulders. “You look tired,” she murmured.

Tony sighed with relief as he felt her soft hands ease the tension from his tight neck and shoulders. “I am. The test flight was today, but it didn’t go well. In the end, they had to abort because of a mechanical problem with the plane. Frustrating to have all that hard work in the planning come to naught.” He replied.

She nodded. She pulled him back until his back rested against her. She held him for a moment and sighed. “Yes. I can imagine.” She returned. Though they had never repeated that night, they still had a quiet intimacy between them. She was like his girlfriend but like she was not. It was weird because Jeannie wanted to be with him in all ways like before. Time, she realized. He would come around. He wanted it too. She could feel it. She loved him desperately. And he loved her. She instinctively knew it. She sighed. She had something to tell him.

Tony eased himself away from her and looked downn into her big green eyes. “What?” he asked finally. It alarmed him at how well he could read this girl’s feelings. “What’s wrong? You have something bothering you.” He gazed at her. “Spill it, woman.”

Jeannie nodded. She swallowed hard. She gazed up into his eyes. She sighed and looked downward again. “I am pregnant, Master. It seems like our one night has, -- I am going to have a baby.” She told him softly.

Tony took a deep breath and sighed. He lifted her chin so she was looking at him. He stared deeply into her big green eyes. Eyes that could swallow a man’s soul. Genie eyes. His genie and now she was pregnant. “You’re sure?”

Jeannie nodded. “Yes. I waited. I had Mama have our physician examine me, “ she began, “I am scared, Anthony.” She confessed, using his given name.

Tony smiled and pulled into his arms and held her against him. He lightly kissed the softness of her hair, enjoying its sweet smell. “Don’t worry. It will be all right. We’re in this together. That night huh?” he whispered.

She nodded happily against him, tightening her arms around him. “Yes. We were both a little wild, if I remember.” She answered, giggling softly.

Tony laughed. “Yes. I was pretty potent. I hadn’t been with a woman in a while.” He confessed. “I tried. I really tried,” he began, “but I couldn’t keep my hands off you. I couldn’t resist you.” He continued.

Jeannie nodded. “I know. I was the same. I wanted you just as badly.” She replied.

Tony nodded and bent down to lightly kiss her soft lips. “I know.”

Jeannie looked at him warily. “So what now?”

Tony merely tightened his hold on her. “You’re pregnant with my child inside you. We deal with it. We become parents. We’re in this together. Together.” He told her. He put out a hand to lightly caress her abdomen. “Together.”

Jeannie smiled. “But what about your friends? Your colleagues?”

He shook his head. “We tell them I have a girlfriend and that she’s pregnant. Nothing else. The other things are none of their business. I am not about to reveal your secrets Jeannie. Besides they wouldn’t believe us anyway.” He assured her.

Jeannie laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck again. She sighed happily. “You are right. Am I your girlfriend, Anthony?” she asked him.

Tony nodded and kissed her again. “That and a whole lot more. And you know it. You’ve been under my skin since that day on the beach.”

Jeannie smiled and felt her eyes dampening. “I know.” She took a deep breath. “I have loved you since the first moment I laid eyes on you.” She murmured.

Tony felt his own eyes grow moist. “I know.” He pulled her closer and held her tightly against him. He was in trouble. Though not ready to admit it, he loved her every bit as much.

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Series End

Been writing this for a while. Right now it has Jamie and Claire as the leads.

Ultimately I will change it. I may add more in time as well.

Publishing as fanfiction for now.

This was not inspired by Jamie and Claire but rather another series. The idea came while watching that series.

I am being bombarded by fanfiction characters talking to me!

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September 15 1995

Jamie woke up with a start. His robe was loose and wide open. His skin felt damp from perspiration. He put a hand to his head, rubbing it in the attempt to soothe the pounding headache. He looked over on the settee where he’d been sprawled across it only a moment ago. Claire lay at the other end. Her soft pj top she wore was partially open. He could see the soft skin of a pert breast as it peeked out. The drawstring of her fleece bottoms was hanging to one side, the waist loose as if a traveling hand had poked down into them.

“Oh man.” He thought. “What have I done in a drunken stupor? What have we done?” Claire was a good friend and a co-star. They’d worked together now for over nine years. Yes, they’d been attracted to each other when they met. They’d felt the spark, the chemistry between them. They’d used it to their advantage to play lead roles opposite one another. But they’d never acted on it. Not once. Tempted as they were, they respected boundaries. She was married and so was he.

He shook his head. Had they suddenly in an alcoholic haze given in to those feelings and desires? He sighed and reached out a hand to tug her awake. “Claire,” he murmured. “Claire. “

Claire shivered as she came awake slowly. She sat up abruptly as she saw Jamie hovering over her. Feeling a chill on her chest, she pulled her pj top close around her, rebuttoning it as she did so. She turned a shade of red when she realized what Jamie had seen in her obvious disheveled state. “Jamie,” she began slowly. “What,?” She remembered they’d finished filming the episode, but she and Jamie had stayed behind. They’d had a drink or two, but she couldn’t remember anything past that. While it was true she’d always been attracted to Jamie, they had never given in to those feelings. Emotion ran high right now with only three more episodes left to film and then the series was finished as the Network had canceled after nine years on the air.

“It’s looking like we had a few drinks, Claire.” He shook his head apologetically. “Beyond that. I’m sorry. I don’t remember.” He had met Claire on the set of this show nine years ago. They’d been good friends ever since. He’d always been professional and respectful with her, in spite of his intense attraction to her. He’d felt it then and he felt it now. He’d never given in to those feelings. Or had he? He wondered, given their disheveled appearance tonight.

She nodded. “Yes, well, given the state of things right now with Frank, it won’t matter that much. He’s gone back to England to get an annulment. He wants out of our marriage. After ten years, he finally wants out.” She felt the tension ease off her shoulders all of a sudden. It felt good to finally tell someone about it. To ease the burden of keeping it all bottled up inside. She shivered, “it’s over,” she sniffed. “It’s over.”

“Hey, Claire. It’s all right. Take it easy. You’ll get past this. It’s ok. “ Jamie murmured softly, pulling her against him in a gesture of comfort. He rubbed her back gently. “It’s ok.” His own marriage to Mary was crumbling before his very eyes. He understood her pain. His own marriage unbeknownst to most people had been a business relationship for years and now Mary wanted out. She was tired of the pretence. She’d found someone. They were getting a divorce. He felt a sudden compelling need to kiss her. For the first time, he wanted to give in to the feelings he had for this woman. He bent and held her cheeks in his hands. He held nothing back, the intense desire he felt for this woman burning in his eyes. “Claire,” he breathed. “Claire.” He softly touched his lips to hers.

Claire moaned at the feel of Jamie Fraser as she pressed herself against him. Her arms crept up around his neck. His kiss was just a touch, softly pressing against hers. She felt herself returning his kiss with equal fervor. She put her tongue into his mouth. They’d kissed on camera thousands of times but never like this. This burned. It smoked with intensity. She pulled back finally, trying to catch her breath. Her marriage was over. After ten years, it was over. She’d wanted this man ever since they’d met. And now, by the ---, she was going to have him. Here and now.

Jamie started to pull back, trying to desperately rein in the intense desire and feelings he had for this woman. “I’m sorry,” he began, “I’m sorry, Claire. I --- “ To his utter surprise, he looked down as she clutched him to her in response.

“No. Jamie. No. It’s all right. I want you too. I am tired of fighting these feelings I have for you. My marriage is finished. I am an emotional mess true enough, but I want you. Now.” She replied. “But, what about you?” she asked, hesitating slightly. “You’ve got a wife,” she began slowly. “What about you?”

His answer was to bend his head and kiss her deeply. He pressed her against him, letting her feel his desire for her jutting out against her belly. He was tired of keeping his feelings for this exquisite woman bottled up inside of him. He shook his head. “Mary and I are through, Claire. We are getting a divorce finally. We’ve been a business arrangement for years. But, she’s met someone. She wants out.” He explained.

Claire put her hands on his cheeks, cupping them gently. She reached up and softly kissed him. “Touch me,” she murmured. “Make love to me, Jamie. Now.”

He reached out and gently parted the edges of her pj top. He cupped her, feeling the warm softness of her full breast against his palm. He began nibbling softly on her neck, her throat, her shoulders. He took one nipple bud into his mouth and began suckling on her. He chuckled as he heard her moan in response. He groaned at the feel of her hand on his lower back and the warmth of her soft mouth against his chest.

Claire squirmed as Jamie continued to play with her breasts with his mouth while a hand crept down and inserted itself inside the waistband of her pj bottom “Jamie,” Claire moaned, her breathing ragged and heavy. “Soon, Jamie. Soon.” She begged.

Jamie nodded, opening the front of his robe. He began working her pj bottoms down her hips. Grabbing her by the hips, he shifted her to straddle him. He pressed his throbbing member at her entrance. Hesitating, he muttered, “are you ok? Are you protected? I am healthy, but I don’t have a condom---" groaning he pulled back. Just kill him now if she said no.

Claire shook her head and eased his throbbing erection toward her entrance once more. “No. I am clean too. I am on the pill for other reasons. You’re all clear. “ she murmured. In one swift motion she sank down on him.

Nodding, Jamie began gyrating his hips in motion with hers. He kept a steady pace until he felt her stiffen and quicken above him. Grabbing her hips tightly, he began thrusting hard and deep, rocking her to the core until he felt her explode with the force of her climax. Groaning, he cried out her name as he emptied himself inside her until he thought he’d never stop. Oh my God, he thought. I love her. I have been madly in love with my co star all these years.

Claire felt boneless as she rested against Jamie’s chest in the aftermath of their lovemaking. She eased him out of her and eased herself onto his lap and simply held him, enjoying the warm feel of his muscular strength. Funny but it had taken her all this time to realize how she felt about this man. She loved him. She was an emotional mess and about to go through a messy divorce. She had a tv show that was ending. She had no room in her life right now for a new relationship. Rotten timing.

After what felt like the longest time, Jamie gently eased Claire off his lap. He sighed. He was in the middle of a divorce. This was no time to start a relationship. “It’s getting late, Claire. We’d better get out of here.” Jamie told her. He got up and started to dress.

Claire nodded and began buttoning her pj top. She reached down and pulled up her bottoms. She took a deep breath. “Yes, I suppose you’re right.” She replied. She glanced at her watch. “Drat!” she muttered. “It’s too late for transit and a cab is impossible this time of night on the long weekend.”

“Yes, that’s true. I’ve got my car here though Claire. I can drop you somewhere if you like.” Jamie offered.

Claire smiled. “Yes, that would be good. Thank you.” She replied.

Jamie nodded. “You need anything from your trailer?” he asked.

Claire nodded. “Just my handbags. Why don’t I meet you in the parking lot?”

“Sounds good. I’ll park right by the main doors. See you in a bit.” He replied.

Jamie smiled at Claire as she steps into the passenger side of his Jeep. “Where can I take you?” he asked.

“Just back to my hotel in the city. Frank has been staying at the house. He’s moved out but I am going to get the locks changed before I move back in.” Claire answered.

Jamie shook his head in disbelief. “You’re going to stay in a hotel all weekend? That’s not much fun. I am going to my cabin just outside of the city. It’s secluded and quiet. Why don’t you come with me. There’s a huge spare room and a big yard and kitchen. Plenty of space for privacy if you need it. Or spend some time with me if you want company. I’ll respect your decision on that either way. Mary has moved back to New York. No danger of meeting up with her. Come with me.” He urged her. “We’ve been friends a long time Claire. I can respect your space if you need the privacy or offer you company if you want to talk to someone. No strings. No pressure. But come with me. We don’t have to be on set again until Tuesday.” Jamie reaches out and squeezes her hand in reassurance.

Claire nodded and held onto his hand for a second, then pulls back. “All right, thank you.” It would be nice not to be alone for once. Besides, she liked Jamie. Why not? Frank had no say anymore about her life. He was off getting his annulment. She leaned back into the seat, intent on enjoying the drive to the country.

Jamie smiled. “Good!” Somehow he had the notion that she was hurting right now and could use the quiet and maybe the company of a friend. Divorce was painful, he knew that from his own marital situation. He could be whatever she needed him to be. A friend to just listen to her or whatever she needed him to be.

An hour later Jamie pulled into the driveway of his cabin. The cabin was spacious with a large country style kitchen, living room with a fireplace and a huge deck and backyard. It featured a large master bedroom with an ensemble bath suite. The smaller guest room had its own bathroom. Perfect for privacy and peace of mind. Coming around to the passenger side, he opened the door for Claire. “Well, what do you think?” he asks as they step through the hallway into the huge kitchen. One of the best features was a huge country style table and stainless steel appliances.

Claire looked around the kitchen and living room space. The living room sectional was large and comfortable. It wrapped around a huge fireplace perfectly. “Very nice.” She answered.

Jamie grinned. “Glad you like it. Back deck has a jacuzzi tub. Are you hungry? I can do salads and some steaks. Chilled wine. I’ve even got ice cream. I can fix us a late dinner.”

Claire shook her head. “Too late at night for something that heavy. How about just coffee and salad?” she suggested.

“Sounds good. I can do that. Coming up.” He replied.

“Can I get you anything else?” Jamie asks as he puts their dishes into the dishwasher. “Wine?” he suggests.

Claire shook her head. “No, my head is still pounding a little from earlier. Maybe aspirin? If you have it,” she suggested.

“I have some Tylenol.”

“Yes, please.” She takes the capsules and washes them down with water. “Thank you.”

For the first time, Jamie felt uncertain about what to do. He wanted to hold Claire, but under the circumstances… she’s about to go through a divorce and he didn’t want to push her. “I can show you the spare room if you want. There’s a bathroom that’s part of it, --" he prompted.

Claire took a deep breath and swallowed hard. She didn’t want to be alone. She wanted to be held. Just held. This whole thing with Frank had been dirty and ugly. She wanted human contact. And this man was being considerate and offering her some space, but that wasn’t what she wanted. Maybe past this weekend, that would change – but for now, she wanted to be with this man. Hang the consequences after, but for now…She sighed. “Jamie, I, uhh, that is – I,” she began.

In an instant she was in his arms and he was kissing her hard, his lips grinding on hers. He pulled her against him and let her feel his desire for her pushing hard against her belly. In a swift motion she felt herself being lifted up and carried high in his arms. She wrapped an arm around his neck for balance. She felt the soft down of the coverlet of the huge king bed that he laid her down on. She watched him as he slowly removed his shoes, his shirt and finally his jeans. He stood there in just his boxers. He reached out and pulled back the coverlet and laid her back against the smooth sheets. Claire offered no objection as he removed her top and fleece pants. She was left there in just her cotton panties. She should have felt exposed and vulnerable. But she didn’t care. She loved this man. For this weekend at least, she wanted to be with him.

Jamie eased himself onto the bed beside Claire and pulled the covers over them both. He wrapped his arms around her and held her against him. “It’s late. You should get some sleep,” he murmured softly.

She shook her head and gently pressed her hand against his erection. “But?” she began, confused.

He smiled. “We need rest, Claire.. He can wait. Later. Spend the weekend with me. Be with me.” He urged her.

She nodded in contentment and snuggled into him sleepily. She was tired. She drifted off, feeling safe in his arms.

Jamie looked down at the sleeping woman in his arms. I could get so used to this. Yawning, he let the exhaustion take him and gave in to the need for sleep.

Claire woke to the smell of fresh coffee and bacon. She quickly retrieved her handbag and walked into the Master bath. She always carried extra clothing and toiletries with her as she never knew when she would be needing them in an emergency.

She ran the taps in the bath and swiftly adjusted the temperature and the level of the spray. She stepped into the shower, enjoying the comforting feeling of the hot water as it ran over her from the overhead shower. She could hardly believe she’d agreed to come here, but she didn’t want to be alone this long weekend. Besides, she loved Jamie and right or wrong she wanted to be with him. She turned off the taps and stepped out of the shower. She grabbed a large bath sheet and began to dry her body.

She gazed into the full length mirror and turning around slowly carefully inspected her body. Not bad for a woman thirty nine she thought. Claire was petite about 5’ 5” with light brown hair and coffee colored eyes. Her body had curves in all the right places. She smiled to herself. Not bad.

She pulled out a clean pair of jogging pants, t shirt and a sweatshirt and underwear and socks. She wiped out the shower and placing her clothing she’d worn the day before into the laundry bag she kept in her oversized handbag. Dropping the bag in the Master bedroom, she went to find Jamie.

Jamie smiled broadly seeing Claire come in to the huge country kitchen. One of the things he was most proud of was this kitchen complete with a chef style stainless refrigerator, dishwasher and large gas stove. He liked to cook and this morning was no different. “Good morning,” he greeted Claire warmly. “Hungry? I’ve got eggs, bacon, sausage, ham and hashbrowns. Toast, coffee and orange juice.” He told her. He’d just sit down with his own breakfast that consisted of a sampling of everything he’d prepared.

Claire smiled and nodded, accepting the plate of food he’d offered her. She went to the coffeepot and poured large mug full of the steaming hot liquid. “Yes, thank you,” she replied, sitting down at the large table beside him. “Judging from this spread, I’d say you like to cook.” She commented, smiling warmly at him. Jamie was a good looking man, tall at about 6’ 2” with curly red hair and deep blue eyes. She sipped her coffee and took a bite of her food. “Hmmm, this is good.”

Jamie nodded. “Yes, I do actually. My aunts always cooked and being around them all the time as a young boy, I picked up the skill.” He replied. He bit into his own eggs and a sausage link and swallowed, washing it down with black coffee. “And, I’m glad you like it.”

Claire helped Jamie load everything into the dishwasher. “There’s only a few here. I could do them by hand if you like,” she suggested.

Jamie shook his head.”No need, really Claire. I’ve lots of dishes and I have pretty much a full load here now. I’ll have enough probably by lunch.” He paused. “Unless you’ve changed your mind, Claire about staying and want me to take you back to the city.” He began.

She shook her head. “No, I’d like to stay, Jamie. Here with your until we have to be back on Tuesday. I do need a few things in a store if you can take me to a Target or a Walmart today.” She replied.

Jamie smiled. “I can do that. I need a few supplies anyway. There’s a Supercenter not far from here. We can do that and have lunch as well. There’s a nice restaurant not far from the Supercenter.” He told her. He sighed. He wanted to kiss her, but he didn’t want to push her if she wasn’t ready. Like him, she was going through a break up and divorce. It complicated things. He held off because of it.

Claire looked at Jamie, puzzled. He looked like he wanted to kiss her, but was holding back for some reason. Well, she was having none of it. She reached up and put her arms around his shoulders and kissed him hard. She put her tongue in his mouth.

Jamie grunted and pulled Claire to him, crushing her against him. He deepened the kiss, grinding his lips against hers. “Claire,” he moaned, “Oh, Claire,” He pulled back finally and looked at her expectantly. “Well?”

Claire gasped, trying to catch her breath. She nodded. “Now! Town can wait.”

He nodded and picked her up and carried her back to his room. He stood her by the bed and pulled her tshirt and sweatshirt over her head in one motion. He bent down and slid her jogging pants and panties off her. He quickly pushed her back until she lay sprawled on the bed. He looked down and stared at her naked body. God, she was beautiful. She had curves where a woman should have them and not these beanstalk types. His gaze burned hot just looking at her. “You are beautiful and you’ve bewitched me. I’ve got to have you, now.” Jamie pulled off his own clothing and stood there nude gazing at the woman sprawled on his bed. His member jutted out proudly from wanting her. “You see him, Claire? He wants you.”

Claire swallowed hard and tried to rein in her own desire for this man. And failed. Miserably. She reached out her arms. “Come here, now.” She commanded.

Jamie wasted no more time and leapt onto the bed. He pulled her close to him and kissed her hard. He reached down and fingered her there between her legs. She was wet, swollen and ready. He could smell her arousal. He moved his head down and began placing soft kisses on her upper torso. He moved to her breasts and started suckling on her nipple, first one and then the other.

Claire moaned with pleasure at the feel of Jamie’s mouth and fingers on her. She burned from the sensation. She reached out a hand and started stroking his member.

“Claire, I need to,” he muttered. He pulled her beneath him and in one swift motion rammed himself into her softness.

She cried out at the feeling of Jamie deep inside of her. She wrapped her legs around him. She dug her nails in the lower part of his back as she felt him thrust into her at a frantic pace. She met him stroke for stroke. She whimpered from the sensations he was creating as he continued to stroke her there while thrusting into her. The pounding. The pressure. It built until she screamed as she exploded beneath him. She felt him jerk with his own orgasm as he emptied himself inside her.

Jamie collapsed in a heap on top of Claire. Exhausted and out of breath, he shifted and pulled her against him. He bent and kissed her hair. “Now that was something.” He whispered.

Claire nodded. “I’ve just discovered I just made wild passionate love to my co star.” She said softly. She idly played with the hair on his chest. She sighed.”And I’m loving it.” She murmured.

Jamie shifted them until she was on top of him. He pulled her head down and kissed her. “I know.” He replied. “I love you Claire. No strings on it. But I do. I think that I have for a long time.”

Funny, Claire thought, his admission should have frightened her. At one time it would have. But not now. She loved him back. Plain and simple. She smiled. “I love you, too. I never realized it until recently, but I do. I love you, Jamie.” Claire confessed.

Four hours later Claire was sitting on the sectional in Jamie’s living room. She accepted the glass of wine he held out to her gratefully. “Thank you. This has been a wonderful day.” She told him, sipping the wine slowly.

Jamie took a sip from his own glass and sat down beside her. He pulled her against him. “Yes, it has.” He agreed. “You sure the wine, cheese and crackers are enough?” he asked her. “I could do steaks on the grill he offered.

She shook her head. “No, this is fine. I am still full from lunch.”

She replied. In the afternoon they’d found a Supercenter where she’d purchased her items. Then they’d gone to the restaurant he’d told her about. That was over three hours ago. Now they were back at his cabin. He had prepared a tray for them to accompany the wine he’d selected. It had been a long day. She was tired and wanted to relax. She took another sip of wine and relaxed against Jamie.

Jamie held her close and sipped his wine. Claire rested her head on his shoulder. This was nice, he thought. He could get used to having her with him for the rest of his life.

Claire was enjoying the peaceful feeling from being in Jamie’s arms. Before she’d left LA yesterday she’d talked to Charles Grainger about her Annulment from Frank. Charles had represented her for over ten years. His partner in fact was Jamie’s brother, Malcolm. Ironically, she’d been friends with Malcolm before she’d ever met Jamie. Charles felt sure the Annulment would be finalized that day. It was one reason why she came with Jamie this weekend. And part of the reason why she’d given into her feeling ls for him. Frank at the time when he’d asked for the Annulment had been dirty with her, and had accused her of having affairs even though it wasn’t true. Even though she’d loved Jamie for years, she’d never strayed from her marriage vows. Never. Now Charles was calling her, his name coming up on the caller ID on her phone. She moved away from Jamie. “I need to take this,” she told him. “The back deck?” She asked.

Jamie nodded. “Go ahead, Claire. “ he answered, pointing to the patio doors. Hmmm, he’d seen the ID. Charles Grainger. That was his brother Malcolm’s law partner. An entertainment lawyer, he’d represented Claire for years. In fact Malcolm was a good friend of Claire’s and had been for years. Malcolm knew Claire long before he’d ever met her. Malcolm was ten years older than him and resembled their father with black hair and dark gray eyes. He sighed. If Charles was calling Claire, that couldn’t be good.

Claire went out onto the back deck of Jamie’s cabin and took the call. “Charles? Yes. I see you’d tried to reach me before. What’s going on?” If he was calling her like this, it couldn’t be good. Claire pursed her lips as she listened to Charles. “He what? Frank did what? But you said you expected it to be final as of today. Ugh.”

“I am sorry, Claire. We expected it to be, yes. But, Frank has decided he wants more. He’s heard about the settlement amounts from the Network for the leads as compensation. And he wants a portion of it. Before he’ll sign.” Charles told her. “I’m sorry, Claire.”

Claire groaned. This can’t be happening. Frank for months had found someone else and wanted out of their marriage. He’d wanted to go to England and seek an annulment rather than a divorce. He’d cited infidelity and had accused her of having affairs, which wasn’t true. Unlike Frank, she’d been faithful. And now he wanted money. The rat. She took a deep breath. “How much Charles?” she asked.

Charles groaned. “He wants fifty percent.” He told her.

Claire just about had a coronary. “Fifty percent? I'll give him fifty percent, all right, the dirty rotten --" Claire fumed. She took a deep breath. “Use our liaison to work with his lawyers and try to bring it down. We are back on set Tuesday. Work on it. Let me know. And thanks Charles.” She told him, disconnecting the call. Claire felt tears threatening. The dirty rotten scheming rat! He’d been the one who’d been unfaithful. And now he wanted a percentage of funds she’d earned. Oh the nerve of that man. And now likely by giving in to her feelings for Jamie, she’d likely given Frank ammunition to get his way.

Seeing Claire leaning over the deck railing, Jamie approached her quietly from behind. She’d been off her call with Charles for over twenty minutes, but she’d stayed outside. He gently put a hand on her shoulder. “Claire? Claire, are you all right?” he asked gently.

Claire shook her head slowly. “No. No, I’m not all right.” She began. She wanted to tell Jamie, but right now she just couldn’t. “Jamie, I am very tired. I need to lie down, but please may I stay in the other room tonight? I just need time, Jamie. It’s not you. Or how I feel about you. It’s just other things crashing down on me right now. Please Jamie.” She whispered softly.

Jamie squeezed her shoulders in response. “Of course. I’ll show you the room. There’s fresh linen on the bed and fresh towels. You’re welcome to it.” He led her down to the room and squeezed her hand in comfort. “If you need anything, I am here.” He told her.

Claire nodded. “Thank you, Jamie. “ she murmured. She entered the room and closed the door. She threw her handbag she’d retrieved from Jamie’s room on the bed. She grabbed a pillow from the bed and sitting down beside it buried her face into it and started to cry.

Jamie laid his head on the closed door outside the spare room. She was hurting, damn it. He could see it in her eyes. Somehow he knew that it was Frank Randall somehow who was responsible. He turned back toward his own room and shut the door. He was filled suddenly with a murderous rage that was uncharacteristic of him. Claire momentarily at least had shut him out, but he wasn’t about to give up so easily. That louse had hurt Claire and Jamie wanted to get to the bottom of it. He picked up his own phone and dialed Malcolm.

Malcolm was having dinner with Charles in their studio apartment when his phone rang. He sighed, looking at the caller ID. He looked over at Charles. “Two guesses, Charles. Yup, it’s Jamie. I’ll bet Claire is with him,” he told him. “I’ll take it on the balcony. “Hello, brother. What can I do for you?” he asked him.

Jamie grunted. “You know what you can do for me.” He told him. “What’s up with Claire? Suddenly Charles called her and now she’s fallen to pieces.” Jamie asked.

“Ah, so she is with you. Somehow I am not surprised.” Malcolm replied. “I can’t tell you. You know that.”

“Really? Well, you’re going to tell me. I can find out another way and you both know it. Charles called and it upset her enough for her to push me away. Now I know enough to know that Randall has something to do with it. I’d bet it is either financial or he’s doing something to delay her divorce. Now, which is it?” Jamie asked him.

Malcolm sighed. Sometimes his brother was too smart for his own britches. He’d always been like that. “Well, it’s a bit of both really. He wants more money before he’ll sign the final papers. He’s been the one having the affair and yet he’s been dirty and accused her of being unfaithful. “ Malcolm replied.

Jamie swore under his breath. The dirty rotten piece of #### -- if he ever got his hands on Frank Randall --- grrr. “The rat. She wasn’t guilty of that while they were together. I know that. She’s not like that, ever. But she’s pushed me away, Malcolm. Do I let her? What do I do? I love her. Loved her for years.” Jamie confessed.

“I know you have, brother. And she loves you. I’ve been around both of you for years. Don’t let her push back. Fight for her. Don’t let her shut you out.” Malcolm advised.

“Thanks, brother. I’ll do just that. Talk to you later.” Jamie disconnected the call and headed back to the other bedroom. I am not going to let her shut me out, he thought. Not now and not ever.

Claire lifted her head from the pillow when she heard Jamie knock on the door. “Yes?”

“Claire, I want to talk to you. May I come in?” he asked her. Please let me in, he thought.

She nodded “All right. Door is open, Jamie.”

Jamie came in and seeing her on the floor with the dampened pillow and her reddened cheeks and eyes, knelt on the floor beside her. Ignoring her resistance, he pulled her into his lap and held her there as if he’d never let her go. “Now, what happened?” he asked her gently.

Claire burst into tears and put her head on his chest, her arms around his back.

Jamie held her for the longest time, letting her cry, and said nothing until finally she calmed down a little her shoulders no longer shaking. “Somehow this is Randall’s doing, isn’t it?” he asked her.

She nodded. “Yes. The agreement for the Annulment was supposed to be final yesterday. But, he’s refusing to sign it. He wants more money first.” She replied.

Jamie surged with disdain for Frank Randall. He’d hurt her and now the rat wanted more from her. He’d put her through enough pain already the scoundrel. “From the Network compensation package I’ll bet.” Jamie mused.

“Right you are. This entire time he’s accused me of being unfaithful. He’s the one guilty of that, not me.” She told him.

“Yes, I know.”

“Except now, I have.” She murmured.

Jamie nodded. “Well you’re separated, but yes I know what you mean.”

Claire eased herself away from Jamie, just enough so she could look at him. “I haven’t regretted this. It’s just until the Annulment is final, I want to keep any involvement I have with anyone on the down low. I may even want to even after it’s final. I’ve been through so much, Jamie with the series ending and my break up with Frank. It’s just too much. I love you. I want to be with you, but right now --" she began slowly.

He nodded and gently kissed her. “I know. I understand.” He replied. “You want me to take you back, don’t you?”

Claire nodded. “Yes. In the morning, please. I love you and want to be with you, but just not now. But, for tonight, hold me, please Jamie.”

Jamie smiled and held out his hand. “Come on.” He said and walked her back to the Master bedroom.

Early the next morning, he dropped Claire back to her house in the city. He reached out hand and warmly clasped hers. “You’ll be ok, here?”

“Yes. I need to make some calls. I’ll be ok Jamie.” She assured him.

“You need anything, you call me.”

“Yes, Jamie.”

Jamie sighed as he turned to his own parking lot for his condo in the city. They still had three episodes and then a farewell party. Of the last three episodes, there weren’t many scenes with Claire. They’d shot most of them already. He groaned. She was hurting and to an extent was still pushing him away. She was using her divorce as the excuse, but it was more than that. He could feel it. Reporters had been tough on her when they had discovered that she was divorcing Frank. Even tougher when they found out the show was canceled. He wondered if someone was stalking her. He had a friend, a former detective. He may be able to dig a little Jamie thought. He picked up the phone and dialed.

September 25 2021

Claire stirred slightly in her bedroom, waking slowly. She felt the other side of the bed and found it empty. Getting up, she went in search of her husband. She found him in the den at his laptop typing steadily. She smiled and came over to stand beside him. “Here you are. I woke up and found you gone.” She bent down and kissed him.

He smiled back at her and closing the laptop, pulled her down onto his lap. “Hello yourself, wife.” He murmured. “I woke up and couldn’t sleep, so I came in here to work on this.”

Claire put her arms around his neck. “Still the same thing, huh? Our story, as it were, hmmm?” she asked him.

He bent and gently kissed her. “Yup. Maybe someday we should tell the world about us, so I want our story ready, love.” He replied.

Claire nodded and kissed him back. “You mean tell the world that we are not only married, but my two children are actually yours? Oh, the scandal!” she cried.

He grinned. “We’ve only been together and married for over twenty years. Maybe we should confess everything, huh?”

Claire laughed. “Oh, indeed, husband, yes!”

September 17 1995

Robert Haskell looked at the dossier that John Gruber had sent him. It was basically a press report, a small summary on the life of Claire Beauchamp Randall and her soon to be ex-husband Frank Randall. Gruber was a press agent who Haskell trusted. His work was generally thorough and reliable.

Claire and Frank had been married for over ten years. Frank was an English professor originally from the UK while Claire was also from the UK, but she came to the USA in 1975 on a scholarship to UCLA for the Performing Arts when she was nineteen. She had met Randall at the same University. He’d migrated from England to work as an English professor at UCLA at that time. They’d dated, fell in love and got married when Claire was twenty one. She’d her first break in a film called The Carpenter and after that on Broadway Network’s TV show Moonshine Hollow which ran for over nine years, but now the Network, under different management had canceled the show. Claire had faced a lot of negative publicity because of her upcoming divorce and also the cancellation of the show.

Her divorce was ugly with Randall openly accusing her of adultery. She’d publicly denied his charges, but the show according to what Gruber had determined, they’d put a clause into the compensation package they’d agreed to pay her. The amount offered to her was sizable, but she would only receive it if she agreed to stay away romantically from anyone connected to the show for a period of 24 months. Another stipulation for her to receive the amount was for her divorce from Randall to be final.

Haskell shuddered as he reread Gruber’s report. Gruber had an amazing reputation for being accurate. He always managed to dig the dirt up on every celebrity. Tough world, he thought. He picked up the phone and dialed Jamie Fraser.

Jamie, sitting his condo living room, picked up the phone on the first ring. “Robert? Glad you called me back so soon. What did you find out?” Robert Haskell was thorough and quick. Always.

Robert quickly told Jamie verbatim the contents of Gruber’s report on Randall and Claire.

Jamie swore under his breath. “That dirty bunch of old, ancient ---" he muttered, referring to his bosses. “They’re all the absolute worst, especially against women. Their thinking is from the Stone Age. And Randall is not much better.”

“You’re right on all counts, Jamie. “ Robert agreed. “That’s all I have at the moment. But if you need more, I can dig further.”

Jamie shook his head. “No, you’ve pretty much confirmed what I was afraid of. Just send my office the bill, as always. And thanks.” Jamie told him. Damn, he thought. No wonder she was freaking out. She was getting it from both Randall and the Network brass leaning on her. Jerks all.

Claire fidgeted nervously as she sat in her huge living room. She hadn’t lived here in over three months and now it was bothering her to be here. She was haunted by too many bad memories.

She had the locks changed, thinking that she could redecorate. But it was no use, the memories were too strong and too painful. Too many fights and skirmishes with Frank. She picked up her phone and dialed Charles.

Charles Grainger picked up on the first ring. “Claire! Where are you? How are you? I still haven’t heard back from Frank’s people. Hopefully I will by tomorrow or Tuesday at the latest.” Charles told her.

“No, I am ok, Charles, really. And it’s not about that. Right now, I am at the house, but I need to speak with a good realtor. I need to unload it, and find a different house or condo. This one has too many bad memories.” Claire explained.

Charles nodded. “Yes. Yes, I see. I know of someone. I’ll have her call you. Take care Claire. I’ll let you know on the other.” Charles told her.

Claire looked around the room after hanging up the phone. I can’t stay here, and I don’t want the hotel room, she thought. It would take a few days to arrange something else with a realtor. She sighed and thought about the ultimatums guiding her life right now. To heck with them all, both Frank and the Network! She wanted Jamie. She looked into her handbag and found the address to his studio apartment. She packed a handbag and called a cab.

Jamie was cooking steaks to have with his salads, and wine when the buzzer went off for his condo apartment. Whaaa, he thought. Nobody knew this address. He’d kept it private. He answered the buzzer. “Yes?”

“Jamie? It’s Claire. May I come up?” she asked.

Jamie buzzed her in. “Of course. Come on up.” He told her. Ten seconds later she was knocking on his door. He opened it slowly, seeing her standing there, two small handbags in her hand. He pulled her inside, and closed and locked the door. He reset the alarm. Seeing the expression on her face, he drew her against him and held her. “Claire. Claire, are you all right?” he asked, rubbing her back gently.

She shook her head. She put both arms around him and held him tightly. She buried her face against his chest. “I couldn’t stay in the house, Jamie. Too many bad memories. I’d let the hotel room go, so the only place I could think of, was here.” She explained.

He nodded, and guided her over to the sofa with him. He sat down carefully and pulled her into his lap. “You can stay here with me as long as you need to. Or the cabin for that matter. I am just afraid of causing you more problems, Claire. I think you’re being pushed from both sides right now.” He reached out to gently stroke her hair.

“You seem very certain of that.” She replied.

He nodded. “I have my resources. “ He countered.

She smiled. “Apparently. There’s just things I need to deal with right now, Jamie.”

“I know. I understand. Use the spare room here for as long as you need it. I can give you privacy if you need it. Just know I am here if you want me or need me. I’ve just did steaks and salads. Are you hungry?” he asked her, pushing them both to their feet.

Claire nodded. “Starving and yes, thank you. For everything Jamie. “ she answered.

Pulling her into his kitchen, they ate in silence. Later he watched as she walked into his spare room and closed the door. He sighed. He wanted to chase after her, but she needed her space. She was frightened by them pushing her on both sides. He knew that she loved him and sooner or later, she’d take the chance. He’d make sure of it.

September 27 2021

Jamie found his wife leaning over the railing on the back deck of their cabin. They’d lived here over twenty years and most of them together. Out of mutual decision, they’d kept their relationship and marriage and children on the down low. They’d simply wanted their privacy from the public. He came up to her from behind and put his hands on her shoulders. He squeezed them gently. “Hey, I figured that I would find you here.” He murmured, pulling her back against the warmth of his chest.

She nodded and smiled. She pushed her bottom back against him. “It’s always so peaceful from this view at this time of night. I remember when Malcolm brought me out here, determined that I should talk to you.” She replied.

Jamie’s arms tightened around her. “I know. You’d been avoiding me. For various reasons.” He mused.

She turned in his arms, tears welling up in her eyes from the memory. She stroked his cheek weathered a little with age, but still so handsome.”I know. I remember it like it was yesterday. “ she said.

January 25 1996

Claire stared up at the sunset from the back deck of her cabin. She liked the location. It was peaceful and away from the city. It was only minutes away from Jamie’s cabin. She thought of him and sighed. She hadn’t seen him for over three months now. If she was perfectly honest with herself, she was avoiding him. She was avoiding the city and the entertainment industry in general.

Her Annulment had been final a month ago. She’d sold her house through the realtor that Charles had recommended. The same woman had found this place for her. She’d moved in here the night of the farewell party for Moonshine Hollow. She’d been at the party, but she’d avoided Jamie. She’d left the party, took a cab to his apartment and picked up her things. She left his place before he’d got home that night. She’d moved in here and had been here ever since. It already was furnished, and her realtor simply sold all of Claire’s things when Claire sold her house.

The money from the Network package, her savings and the money left over from house sale and the purchase of the cabin gave her financial freedom. She hadn’t worked in all this time and hadn’t wanted to.

She’d learned from Malcolm that Jamie’s divorce was final as well. But Claire hadn’t seen him since the night of the farewell party. She still loved him, and she knew that he loved her, but she just hadn’t had the courage to face him. Taking a deep breath, she looked over the horizon. She wasn’t going to be able to avoid him forever. She sighed. A sudden knock on her kitchen door brought her out of her reverie. “What? Who could that be?” she wondered out loud. Nobody knew of this address. She turned to find Malcolm standing on her back deck.

“Claire!” Malcolm exclaimed, coming over to hug her. “It’s good to see you.?”

“Malcolm!” Claire burst out, hugging him back. “How are you? How did you find this place?”

Malcolm smiled. “From Charles, who else?” he told her. “What gives with you, Claire? You’ve been avoiding people. You’ve been avoiding my brother. Why? He’s beside himself with worry. The fool loves you Claire. And I know you love him. Why are you avoiding him?”

Claire bent her head down. “Because I don’t know how to face him. I mean at first, it was all the trouble with the show ending, and the break up with Frank. Then the trouble with getting the Annulment finalized and---" she explained.

Malcolm shook his head. “But that was all finalized months ago. Jamie’s too. So, I ask again, why are you avoiding him?” Malcolm urged her, not letting up on her.

Claire felt tears well up in her desperation. Honestly sometimes Malcolm was even more stubborn than his brother. “Because I’m pregnant!” she cried. “And, I don’t know how to tell him. At the time, I thought it was fine, but I was on an antibiotic and and that sometimes---" she replied.

Malcolm grinned. “And sometimes it makes for good parents.” He added. “This has gone far enough though Claire. You need to tell him. Now.” He reached out and grabbed her hand. “Come on, let’s go.”

Claire pushed back a little, panicking. “You wouldn’t ---"

Malcolm merely pulled her harder. “I would indeed. Now, come on. I am taking you to Jamie. Now.”

Jamie paced nervously in his living room. Malcolm had promised to go talk to Claire. He hadn’t seen her in over three months and he was beside himself with concern and worry. He hadn’t seen her since the farewell party. She’d even moved her things and had left his studio apartment before he’d got home. Her Annulment was finalized. So was his divorce. The show was over with. And yet, no Claire. He’d wanted to chase after her, but he’d wanted to give her space. He’d wanted to give her time. But as of today, he’d had enough. He called Malcolm. He could only hope that Malcolm could talk some sense into her.

September 27 2021

Claire looked up at him as they both stood on their back deck. “I remember talking to Malcolm that day. He really read me the riot act over everything. He raked me over the coals good. Then he drove me over and pushed me out of his car and toward this cabin.” She told her husband, reminiscing. “I had no choice but to go inside,” she mused. “I came face to face with you.”

Jamie nodded. “I remember, love.”

January 25 1996

Jamie turned around to face the sudden noise coming from his kitchen. “Claire!” he exclaimed at the sight of her there. He came over to her, his first inclination wanting to hug her, but suddenly stopped. “Where have you been? All this time. Where have you been?” he asked her.

Claire took a deep breath. “Not far. I actually own a cabin similar to this one about twenty minutes away.” She replied.

Jamie looked puzzled. “ But, I don’t understand. My divorce is final. Your Annulment is final. The TV show Moonshine Hollow is finished. Why are you avoiding me? Avoiding us?” he asked her. “Why? Or have you changed your mind about how you feel about me?”

Claire shook her head. She came over and stroked his cheek. “No, not ever. It’s just that I found out about something and I don’t know how to tell you. I – I’m pregnant, Jamie. With your child. I was taking antibiotics when we were—and apparently they can ---" she stammered.

Jamie let out a whoop of joy. He picked Claire up high in his arms and spun her around with complete joy. “Can result in becoming parents!” he exclaimed. He bent down and kissed her hard. He hugged her close. “And, you’ve avoided me over this? You, you, oh you silly girl. I love you. And this? Oh baby. I have no words. Except we’re doing this. “ he said. He sat down on the sectional with her wrapped in his arms. He picked up the phone and dialed Malcolm.

“Malcolm? Yes. That’s right. What we talked about before? Yes, exactly. Arrange it all, please. For tonight. Yes. In this cabin. Thank you.”

Claire scowled at him after he’d disconnected from Malcolm. “Jamie Fraser, what did you just do?” she asked him.

Jamie grinned. “Arranged a little wedding.” He replied.

Claire stared at him wide eyed. “Wedding? Whose?”

Jamie smirked at her. “Ours. You’re going to marry me. Tonight. I won’t take no for an answer. We don’t have to tell anyone right now. We can keep it on the down low for as long as you need it or want it that way. But legally you are going to be my wife. That baby will legally be mine.” Jamie told her.

Claire felt tears dampening for a second time in her eyes. She nodded. “Yes, Jamie. I love you. “ she murmured.

“And I love you, Claire.” He replied.

An hour later with both Charles and Malcolm as witnesses, Jamie and Claire were standing before a justice of the peace. They’d do a Church ceremony later, but for now, Claire was ecstatic when she heard him pronounce them man and wife. She beamed with happiness as she watched everything while holding on to her unborn child.

Jamie sat with Claire in the sectional, his arms wrapped around his new wife. He was feeding her grapes, crackers and cheese and washing it down with carbonated cranberry juice. Both were dressed in silk dressing gowns sitting before the fire in the fireplace. She took a sip of the juice. They’d forgone the wine because of her pregnancy. “Happy?” He asked her.

She smiled and popped another grape into her mouth. “Ecstatic. You?” she queried.

Jamie nodded. “The same. The very same.”

She reached out and kissed him. “You think we can keep all this a secret?”

Jamie nodded. He started to push the robe off her shoulders, bending down to kiss her breasts and the soft swell of her pregnant belly. “We can certainly try, Claire Fraser. We can certainly try. I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

Claire slipped his robe down and nodded. “Yes. I love you, too. I have felt like this since the beginning.”

September 27 2021

Claire settled into Jamie’s arms after their lovemaking. She felt his sweat dampened skin against hers, enjoying the sensation. “And that is how it was, Jamie Fraser. I loved you then and I love you now. You really think we should tell the world?” She asked.

Jamie nodded. “I think perhaps we should.”

Claire nodded. “Whatever you want to do. Whatever you want to do. I am with you all the way. Now and then.”

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