Outlander Reversed

Six

September, 2014

By the Time what he knew as the Autumn Equinox rolled around, Jamie’d grown so restless, he’d taken to sleeping in the barn across the Creek with the Horses. He couldn’t bear the Sounds of his hostess pleasuring herself well after Dark without charging into her bedroom to join her anymore. Even still, he steadfastly refused to take her to wife, especially after finally learning that she was what she referred to as Agnostic, at best.

        Instead, he’d thrown himself into the daily chores of her farm in an attempt to work his baser instincts into submission. Whenever he’d completed any given Day’s tasks and felt up to it, he’d thrown himself into at least trying to find whatever entry point’d dumped him here after he’d apparently gotten sucked into some sorta Vortex.

        That hadn’t been nearly as hard as the ginger man’d anticipated it to be when he’d first set his sights on that particular goal, so to speak. A short walk in the Woods of Summer’s property’d led him to a site that was eerily similar to the Stone Circle he’d taken refuge in near Lallybroch. It wasn’t completely identical by any means–its Stones looked more like piles of rubble than upright slabs, after all–but it was pretty damn close. More importantly was that the second he stepped into the ring made by those piles, he’d been driven to his knees by the Sound of buzzing that he remembered all too vividly.

        After collecting himself and managing to Return to the nearby farmhouse, Jamie’d explained what he’d discovered to his hostess. She’d a damn good poker face, though, ’cuz he hadn’t been able to discern what she was thinking the entire Time he talked. It was for that reason that he couldn’t tell whether she was surprised by his discovery, or if she wasn’t, ’cuz she’d already known about that Circle–and the effect it could have on some people. Maybe she already kent that only certain ones could hear that buzzing, and what that could allow them to do.

        But whether the young woman’d already been aware of such a thing or not, one thing became painfully clear to him. There was no fighting his Desire for her as more and more Time passed, but he still refused to force himself on her any more than he Wished to bed her outside marriage. Finding himself with a sudden cockstand under their table when they’d gone out to dinner one Night to keep up appearances as a courting couple’d driven that point home like hammering a nail through his hand. It’d been damned painful to have to sit there, the jeans he’d taken to wearing feeling like a noose around not just his cock, but the entirety of his crotch and pretend like naught was amiss.

        However, convincing Summer to submit to a Catholic wedding was prolly harder than his cock’d been for the majority of–well, the Summer. She’d proven to be every bit as stubborn as him and then some, swearing that just partaking in the Ancient Tradition of handfasting in front of their neighbors’d suffice. For a woman who didn’t wanna be legally bound to any man as much as she, it was as closeta a compromise as she could and would come.

        Eventually, the ginger man’d laid down an ultimatum that she clearly wasn’t happy with–either they’d a Catholic wedding since it was one of the few things that’d bring him any Peace right now, or they went their separate ways. And by separate ways, he meant figuring out how to use the Circle he’d discovered on her property to Return to 1742 on his own, if it came right down to it. He wasn’t gonna continue torturing himself with Desire when the only outlet for it was something he either wouldn’t even consider, or just didn’t feel right, depending on the option.

        “I just–I feel horrible that I dinna even have a ring to give ye, mo dhùr,” Jamie sighed.

        “I could care less about fuckin’ rings,” the young woman told him. “’Cuz don’t think you’d be walking around bare-handed, if I don’t get to.”