Romans & histoires Outlander Fanfiction Claire And Jamie

Claire Bowen descended the staircase of the Pierce family estate like a woman who had rehearsed the entrance. Every step deliberate. Every movement calculated. The kind of woman who understood that presentation was power and had built her entire life on both. The housekeeper nearest the bottom stair didn't look up — nobody who worked in this house looked up when Claire was in a mood — and Claire walked past them all with the particular energy of a woman whose son had been crying for forty minutes. She found Jamie in the sitting room, face red and swollen, bottom lip still trembling.

The only reason Claire supposedly made it to the South Pole, even with every restriction I'd put in place, was that she'd never left in the first place. Someone else had taken her place. They had used her documents and pretended to be her on that trip. The whole thing had been staged just to keep me believing in this so-called injury-transfer nonsense, so I'd never look for the truth hiding behind it. "So, you figured it out," Mom said firmly, though every word dripped with resentment. "Why couldn't you just die quietly? Why did you have to stand in Claire's way? I should never have agreed to take you back!

Every humiliating, overwhelming detail. By the time I finish, Claire is staring at me wide-eyed. “Oh my God,” she breathes. “Will must be furious.” I nod miserably, staring down at my drink. “Do you think you and Alex are serious?” she asks carefully. Before I can answer, CJ jumps in. “He told her he loved her.” Claire’s mouth falls open. “What?” she blurts, whipping her head toward me. “He said that?” I nod slowly, my cheeks warming.

He told Claire. “Well I'm here….” She answered. “I hate to admit it, but being caught in the middle of a couple fight is so not on my list today.” I said, as I made to walk past her, but she grabbed my arm instantly, squeezing it so hard I feared I could lose it even as I tried to bottle up the pain. “Enough Claire!” Jeremy thundered. “Or else what?!” She fumed in rage, “We were supposed to make an heir together , but you decided to sleep with this…. this slut!” She threw me brutally against the floor….it wasn't my twisted arm that hurt , it was the fact that Jeremy only looked.

Claire asked without opening her eyes. “Did I disturb you?” Blake also asked with his eyes closed. “The whole settlement was disturbed by her screams of passion, dear,” Claire stated; with her cultivation, she could hear them even at a distance of a few miles. “I’m sorry for disturbing you and the girls.” Blake apologized. “Blake, it’s not that I’m upset with you making love to one of your wives, but you could have included us in also,” Claire said, finally opening her eyes to support the man she loved unconditionally.

My eyes drifted past his chest, past his v-line and landed on his. Fuck! He's huge! I wanted to feel him between my thighs as he moved. I wanted him to make me scream his name till my lungs became sore. I wanted a replay of that night. I gulped. "Like what you see Claire" the purr of his voice sent a chill down my spine. I looked up, lips parted slightly, to find a hungry look in his eyes. When his eyes found mine, something stirred. Something deep that had only been awakened five years ago.

Was Silas truly impressed, or was he planning something even more dangerous for their relationship? That night, they spent their time in quiet company, though unspoken tension hung between them. Julian seemed deeply focused on preparing something in his study, while Claire worked to steady her resolve for facing the Blackwood family once more. Claire looked at her reflection in the bedroom mirror. She was no longer the weak girl who could be pushed around by Eleanor. She was Julian Blackwood’s wife, and he was a man who would move mountains for her.

As he was about to open the door, Olivia's voice stopped him "Jaime" she called Jaime slowly turned around and looked at her "Yes?" "Don't you have anything to ask me?" Jaime looked at her curiously before he shook his head "You have nothing to ask me?" Olivia asked "Do you have something to tell me?" "About what happened. About what changed. About who her father was" * Eight years ago Claire Owen ran into the house like a crazy woman and said to her husband Jon Owen "I want to see you" Jon Owen pointed at the television and said "I'm watching wrestling"

She yells and Rowan chuckles. "I just wanted to see you, human. I've been gone a week and this is the warm welcome I receive?" He asks, humor coloring his words. Claire scoffs and crosses her arms ignoring him as her eyes catch mine. I look away as I busy myself with cooking. Rowan sits next to her and throws an arm over her shoulder. Claire is obviously uncomfortable by the contact and sits still as a statue. I smirk at the sight as I load the table with food. "Come eat." I tell them. Rowan pulls Claire's hand and makes her follow, sitting her next to him and across from me.

Then he left. Claire looked at the ointment on the floor, then raised her hand and examined the cut on her finger. She got it while cooking for the kids, since they only wanted to eat her food. Who would’ve thought Jason noticed her injury? He even gave her medicine? Claire picked up the ointment. She only had six months left, but could she hold on and act normal around Jason during that time? --- Later that afternoon, Claire got ready to visit Grandma. She was feeling pretty good—until she opened the car door and saw Mandy there.