“Ye know,” he observed, letting go at last, “you’ve never said it.” “Neither have you.” “I have. The day after we came. I said I wanted you more than anything.” “And I said that loving and wanting weren’t necessarily the same thing,” I countered. He laughed. “Perhaps you’re right, Sassenach.” He smoothed the hair from my face and kissed my brow. “I wanted ye from the first I saw ye—but I loved ye when you wept in my arms and let me comfort you, that first time at Leoch.” The sun sank below the line of black pines, and the first stars of the evening came out. It was mid-November, and the evening air was cold, though the days still kept fine. Standing on the opposite side of the fence, Jamie bent his head, putting his forehead against mine. “You first.” “No, you.” “Why?” “I’m afraid.” “Of what, my Sassenach?” The darkness was rolling in over the fields, filling the land and rising up to meet the night. The light of the new crescent moon marked the ridges of brow and nose, crossing his face with light. “I’m afraid if I start I shall never stop.” He cast a glance at the horizon, where the sickle moon hung low and rising. “It’s nearly winter, and the nights are long, mo duinne.” He leaned across the fence, reaching, and I stepped into his arms, feeling the heat of his body and the beat of his heart. “I  l o v e  y o u .”

Remember when I told you I was lost?

          You were trying to hide under a blade of grass.

You’ve perhaps built me a lean-to… And a roof to keep out the rain.

request - anonymous: “jamie calling claire ‘white dove’ in season two and three”

You are the mother of my child— for that alone, I owe ye my soul— for the knowledge that my life hasna been in vain— that my child is safe.

“Balfe and Heughan share a chemistry that’s as convincing off screen as it is on screen.”

We’ll learn. Together.