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medasgalaxy · 2 years

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They had come at work, she didn’t have much time to think before she was asked by some hit wix and aurors to step from her patient and to accompany them to the Ministry for some questioning.

She wasn’t sure why she would be taken there, she only healed people, most of them willingly, the others too confused or drunk to know that she needed to do the work or they would die. But she never did something that she thought would warrant her to be brought for questioning. Was it one of her patients? No, she didn’t remember tending to anyone controversial.

And then it hit her.

Did they found out about the little safe room at the back of the house?, Were they searching? Were Ted and Dora okay?

The last question was the one that kept her on edge during her waiting time. She didn’t know she was so anxious until she blurted out, “Is my family okay?” before even seeing who was passing through the front of the cell, not even sure if it was someone working at the Ministry.

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By the time Caitriona had been in her holding cell for half an hour, she’d realized she was just the first person the ministry had chosen to round up and drag in, not the only. But she hadn’t been paying attention to who else was being held, it was in her best interest that she keep herself separate from the others, after all. She wanted the aurors to look back and wonder why she’d been included when she clearly had no ties to any of the other individuals that had been brought in for questioning. So she kept to herself, not speaking to or greeting anyone, reciting Chinese poetry in her mind to pass the time. It had been working, until she heard Andromeda’s voice and that was enough to shake her resolve.

Caitriona had always been close to Andromeda. As a child, she’d idolized the older girl, placing her on a pedestal just below her mother, and although she had come to see her cousin as a fully realized person as she got older, Caitriona still admired Andromeda now. The other woman was the best of their family, and it was little wonder that she’d wanted out. Caitriona didn’t have many regrets in her life, as a general rule she did her best with the situations she found herself in, but one that weighed heavily was her silence when Andromeda was disowned. Yes, she had been a child, but not so much so that she hadn’t realized it was wrong, and yet she’d said nothing. It had only been a couple years before Caitriona reached out to Andromeda, in secret and against her parents’ express wishes, but she still felt as if she needed to make amends.

So, no, Caitriona could not simply ignore her cousin’s voice. She stepped up to the bars and recognized the face in the cell opposite hers and over one. “Andromeda? What are you doing here, why have they brought you in?”

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Andromeda was too worried about her child that she didn’t search for any other familiar face in the holding cells, she knew she wasn’t the only one to be rounded up but still she just looked for small children rather than identifying adults. She never questioned her relationship to the Order before now, but it seemed she needed to make sure that it couldn’t be traced back to Ted and Dora. She would never forgive her if they ended up in prison because of her.

They told her she would be interrogated. She wasn’t sure if it was because of her current actions or her relationship to known purebloods that supported the Dark Lord, but she wouldn’t give them any information that wasn’t requested. She just asked about her family because she couldn’t stand the silence any longer.

Hearing the voice reply back she was surprised, Triona was quiet and reserved, she never messed with anyone, why was she in there?

“Catriona? Why did the get you in here?” she asked, knowing the reason they were both in that mess, but Catriona was always the quiet one, away from curious looks. “They said I was under investigation for being with a group that has taken actions against the Ministry’s mandates. I’m not sure what they are talking about, I just want to know if my family is safe.”

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Caitriona knew from their correspondence that Andromeda did research into magical genetics on her own time, probably dabbling in experiments as well, but she doubted her cousin was doing anything so dangerous as to worry the Ministry, or if she was Andromeda certainly wasn’t stupid enough to get caught at it. Beyond that, the idea that the older witch was involved in any anti-ministry organization was even less likely than Caitriona herself being a member. Andromeda had cut all ties to her immediate family, as far as Caitriona knew, and while she’d never met Ted Tonks and only knew of him from Andromeda’s stories, he did not seem like the sort of firebrand who would join the Order of the Phoenix. Caitriona, at least, was the daughter and widow of Death Eaters, and she refused to believe the same could be said of Andromeda.

Caitriona had not been paying attention to the other wix being brought in for questioning, but she was beginning to wish she had. She’d assumed her own arrest had something to do with her father, or perhaps Xavier’s activities, and she was being unjustly, though unsurprisingly, painted with the same brush. Now that she knew Andromeda was here as well, though, she wondered if something else was going on. Perhaps everyone brought was as innocent as she was, and the Ministry was simply trying to look like they were doing something other than wringing their hands. The thought lit a furious flame in Caitriona’s heart, but she put it aside to focus on what was before her.

“I’m sure they would tell you if Ted had been brought in.” Caitriona lied convincingly, it was one of her greatest weapons. She knew Andromeda was no fool, but she wanted her cousin calm before the aurors came to take her for questioning. “And they’ve no reason to bother little Dora, she couldn’t possibly know anything, she’s only a child.” She kept her voice level and matter of fact, less like she was trying to quiet a spooked creature and more like she was discussing the weather, or the fundamental rules of magic. “When they come to question you, tell them you won’t answer anything until you’ve heard from your husband. You’re well within your rights to contact someone close to you but you have to ask for it, they won’t just offer.”

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Catriona didn’t know her alliance with the Order, no one did, only the Order members, and after Pettigrew’s betrayal the things had slowed down on that end. She thought that maybe they were worried se was investigating too deep into her family’s archives, but she wasn’t doing anything wrong. She wasn’t creating soldiers or experimenting on wizards, she just wanted to know how a metamorphmagus came to be and if she needed to be aware of anything that might ail Dora in the future.

She had been so worried about her family that she didn’t think anyone else she knew might be inside. The Ministry was up to something and, of course, they wanted separated and scared for it to work.

“I’m not so sure about that, they aren’t that clear on my charges either.” she admitted looking at the other woman, it seemed like the workers had less tact than the last administration and Andromeda was growing frustrated. “They don’t need a reason to take her, but Ted probably took her to his parents.” she admitted and looked at Triona, “I guess you already have been questioned?”

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bee-kathony · 6 years

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Ride of Our Lives | Sam & Cait

RIDE OF OUR LIVES

I heard it before I saw it. Sam came home, riding on his motorcycle after finally passing his road test. He texted me the picture of him wearing the bright green high vis vest, helmet still securely on. God he looked so fucking hot.

The vroom of the engine brought me out of my fantasies of riding on the back of the bike, my arms clutched around his waist. I opened the door and stepped outside to the small driveway of our home.

“Look at you, Mr. Daredevil,” I smiled and snapped a pic of him sitting on the bike. “I quite fancy you in that leather jacket too,” he stood from the bike, taking of his helmet and set it on the seat.

“I can’t wait to take you for a ride, Cait! It’s so fast and unlike anything I’ve felt before.” I walked to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling the perspiration at his hairline, “The wind whipping back in your face, God, it’s incredible.”

“Only wish I’d done it sooner.” He kissed me and then started to walk back into the house but I reached out and grabbed a fistful of his jacket, “Not so fast, Heughan.”

“What?” He turned around to face me, “I’m hungry, no’ had a bite to eat since breakfast.”

“Sit back down on that bike.” I demanded and he raised an eyebrow at me, “Now.”

With no further objections, Sam climbed back onto the motorcycle. I went to stand beside the bike and motioned for him to scoot back. He obliged me and when there was enough room, I placed one leg over the seat and sat facing him.

“What do ye think you’re doing, Caitriona?” He laughed, his hands sliding up and down my back, only covered by the thin cotton of my t-shirt.

“Before you take me for a ride on this thing,” I leaned in and hovered just over his mouth, “I’m going to take you for a ride.” I nipped at his lip and slid my hands to his belt.

“God,” he moaned, looking down at my fingers pulling at his zipper, “We’re outside, Cait.”

“Good thing we have a really tall fence, isn’t it?”

“You’re killing me,” he breathed and started to take off his leather jacket for easier mobility but I put a hand on his arm to stop him.

“I don’t think so. Keep it on.” I winked and went back to pulling his pants over his arse and finally managed to free his cock from the confines of his boxers. He was bulging already, hard from my touch.

Sam helped me out of my own pants and I stood up slightly on the bike, pushing him to lean back. He took my hips in his large hands and I climbed on top of him and eased myself down. There was no wasting time, no teasing, I was ready for him. God, the sight of him in this leather jacket and my God! He still had the leather gloves on. They were rough on my skin as he slid them under my shirt to touch my skin.

I had to admit it was a bit tricky to ride him like this, the bike not being very comfortable but there was no turning back now.

Sam pistoned his hips upwards to push deeper inside of me and I put my hands on his shoulders. Leaning down to kiss him, he slid one hand to my arse. “Sam,” I moaned as I ground my hips against him, desperate for more of him.

“I definitely should have gotten this bike sooner,” he laughed, kissing down my neck.

I rolled my pelvis in a figure eight movement, relishing in the feeling of him throbbing inside of me. “I can’t —“ I tried to speak but words failed me.

“I’m close too, come, Caitriona.” He begged and I answered with a shockingly loud cry. His hand quickly came to cover my mouth and I bit his glove covered palm. I shook above him but clenched my thighs around him and watched as he came undone. He whispered strangled sobs of my name over and over again.

I pressed my body against his and we both stilled, joined together and breathed out.

Sam pressed back my hair from around my face and kissed me thoroughly.

“One day, I’ll get you on this bike… the proper way,” he winked, “Feel you behind me.”

“I’d love that,” I kissed him, “But now I’m hungry so let’s go eat.”

He helped me off of him and we pulled up our pants, blushing as we did.

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It was only a week later that I finally got to ride on the motorcycle with Sam. He wore that damn leather jacket again per my request. We rode endlessly, not caring where we were headed but only that we were together.

Sam was right, the wind against your body, pushing against you was literally breathtaking.

We rounded a curve and I instinctively clutched on to his waist, my hands tightening their grip and my thighs squeezing his.

A few minutes later we stopped at a small cafe in a small village. I had no idea where we were but it was rather charming.

“Two coffees please,” Sam said and the waiter went to fulfil our order.

I took one of his hands in mine and brushed my thumb over his knuckles, “You were right. That was amazing!”

“I told you! So — exhilarating!” He was so happy and it filled me to the brim with joy to see him so.

Moments later our coffees arrived and we placed an order for pastries and other sugary delights.

Sam looked up at me, setting his coffee back on the small plate, “Caitriona…” he smiled.

“Yes, Sam?”

“I love you,” he grinned, putting his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

“And I love you too,” he seemed in a rather good mood and I didn’t think it was just the bike ride up here.

“What is it?” I half laughed and finished off the last of my coffee.

“I didna intend to do it here…” he looked down under the table, “well I’ve been carryin’ it with me for weeks now, waiting for the right moment.” Sam brought both his hands on top of the table between us and I gasped when I saw what he was holding.

“Sam…” was all I could say.

“I love you. From the first moment I saw you in that audition, I knew there was something special about you. Something that connected you to me. And every day since, I’ve only loved you more.” I couldn’t stop the tears that were beginning to pool in my eyes.

“This journey… this crazy journey that we’ve been on together, this show, all of it.” He smiled, opening the small velvet box to reveal a stunning vintage gold band with a sizeable diamond.

“I can’t imagine not having you in my life, Caitriona. You really are my Sassenach,” he laughed and reached for my hand. “So…” he took the ring from the box and held it just before my left ring finger, “Will you be my wife, Caitriona?”

I looked from the ring back to his face and it all came crashing down, the memories of our life. The audition that I was late for. The long days and nights spent riding horses or out freezing in the Highlands. The late night meals and conversations about everything from religion to our favourites movies. The first kiss we ever shared as Sam and Caitriona. The first time we made love. The silly tweets we exchanged and the hikes we’d taken.

All of these memories washed over me as I stared back at Sam, my love.

Then I shook my head slowly, realising that he needed an answer.

“Yes.” I said as easy as breathing.

Tears spilled down both of our eyes and he slid the ring on my finger. He stood and pulled me to my feet, embracing me, kissing every inch of my face. Then brought my left hand and kissed the ring that now rested on my finger.

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lemonandhugs · 2 years

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Stars Align: Chapter 18

Yeah, I was really excited about writing this one, so I did it in 8 hours.

Chapter 18

The two weeks had arrived. The two weeks they had agreed upon. The two weeks before they had to be back on set.

Cait gathered her pairs of stray underwear from Sam’s bedroom floor and stuffed them into her bag. Sam leant against the doorframe, watching her. They had both been silent for the past hour, they knew what was coming, and they were dreading it. Cait puttered about the room, making sure she didn’t forget anything. She stepped into his ensuite, bent down and looked in the cupboard under the sink. Gathering a few more belongings into her arms, she carried them out and met Sam’s eye. She stopped and they gave each other a knowing look of dread. She walked over to her bag that was sitting on his bed and dropped in the very last items. Still looking down, she breathed in deeply, and let her breath out audibly and slowly. After some hesitation, she picked up her bag and slipped it onto her shoulder. She walked towards him, but didn’t want to meet his eye, for fear she would start to well up.

Sam stood straight as Cait stopped in front of him, so close that she would feel his breath hot on her face. He waited for her to look at him, but she continued to stare sadly at his torso. He put his finger under her chin and gently angled her face upwards, to meet her eye.

“I know,” he acknowledged, not much higher than a whisper.

He stroked her jawline and leant in to rest his forehead on hers. He let out a defeated sigh, then wrapped his arm around her shoulders as they headed towards the door.

“I know it will be worth it,” Cait said in a small voice, and wrapped her arm around his waist, “I mean, this scene is just as, if not more, passionate that the wedding scene itself. It’ll be much more…organic if we just take some time separately to focus on the characters’ connection, instead of our own. It’s just…I don’t think we’ve been apart for longer than a week since this all started. How can I be away from you, my…my calm centre, for a full fourteen days?” she peered up at Sam, eyes full of emotion.

Sam rubbed her shoulder and giggled lightly, “I remember I asked you the same thing, when you were leaving for Dublin at Christmas. You said, ‘miss me until I get back, and I’ll do the same’. That was a week and a half apart, but we got through it, although it was fucking agonising. So, Caitriona Balfe, miss me until I get back, and I’ll do the same,” he encouraged sweetly.

They had reached his front door then. Sam took Cait’s bag off her shoulder and put it on the ground by her feet. He turned and faced her and slowly slid his hands from her hips to her lower back and pulled her body to his. She instinctively linked her arms behind his head and their mouths met in a slow, deep kiss that they were in no hurry to break. Once it was broken, Sam leant back in immediately, more forceful, and hungrier this time. Cait reciprocated and tightened her grip on him, pulling him backwards and crashing into the wall that was half a metre behind her. They began tugging and clawing at each other, Sam releasing guttural groans from deep in his throat, and Cait feeding off it with her panting and softs moans between breaths. They knew they had both completely lost control but couldn’t process how in which they would stop. Their limbs seemed to be moving of their own volition, and they were left powerless. Sam reached down, grabbed Cait’s arse and lifted her, pinned against the wall. He bit down on her bottom lip, causing her to moan louder, and move her pelvis forward to rub against his, now, very stiff cock, gaining a similar reaction from him.

Sam peeled his mouth off Cait’s and gasped for air, stealing it from Cait’s panting mouth.

“We need to stop. Now,” whispered Cait, stroking the hair at the nape of his neck.

Sam nodded and lowered her legs back down. He adjusted himself into a more comfortable position until the buzz wore off. Cait straightened out her crinkled dress and bent down to put her bag back on her shoulder.

He walked her out to her car and put her bag in the boot. He walked around to the driver’s side and opened the door for her, standing behind it. Cait put one arm around his neck and stood on her toes. Sam held her back and they shared one final, thorough kiss goodbye.

“I love you,” he said softly, bringing her hand up to his mouth and pecking it, “let me know when you get home.”

Cait felt her eyes start to water, but kept a brave face and nodded, forcing a smile. Two weeks wasn’t really that long, she knew that. But it didn’t change the devastation she felt in leaving him, even for that short amount of time. These feelings just proved to her how much she really did love him. Over the nine weeks being in this relationship, they had created an attachment and bond so fierce, so soon.

“I love you,” Cait reciprocated with a shaky voice, squeezing his hand.

She didn’t want to break in front of him, she didn’t want to upset him any further. She quickly climbed into the car, and he shut the door. She turned the car on and then looked over at him. He gave her his cute, lopsided smile, kissed the inside of his fingers, and placed his hand on his window. She did the same, then slowly drove away. He stood in the middle of the street and watched her drive further and further away. Cait looked in the rear-view mirror and saw him watching her, then her floodgates burst open. She took one hand off the steering wheel and put the back of that hand over her mouth. She scrunched her face up slightly, succumbing to the initial big sniffle, then the tears began to spill. She attempted to wipe the tears away with the back of her sleeve and began to sob. This continued for the ten minutes it took to get to her apartment. She knew she’d feel ridiculous about it later, it was only two bloody weeks! But she didn’t want to stifle her feelings, she wanted to let it out. There was a lot to prepare for, and she wanted to make sure she was emotionally stable in order to concentrate during her prep.

She parked out the front of her apartment, turned off the car and took a deep breath. Her lungs felt heavy. She looked at her face in the little mirror. She wiped her tear-stained face, blew her nose, licked her dry lips, and nodded.

“No more of this fucking sobbing now. You’ve got work to do,” she berated herself.

Upon entering the house, she decided she was going to dive straight into some laundry. Her main goal for the remaining two weeks was to not only learn lines and try to block and prepare for scenes, but to keep her mind and body as busy as possible.

Sam rubbed the back of his neck and looked at the ground after he could no longer see the lights of Cait’s car. He walked back up to his front door, kicking a large rock as he went. He too was determined to keep his mind off Cait and on Jamie and Claire, and the plunge they were about to take.

“Meow,” was what Cait heard not long after the came through the front door.

She looked around to see where the noise came from, then saw her beloved Eddie poke her head up from the lounge.

Cait’s face lit up immediately and she gasped excitedly, “Hi, my little baby! Aw, I’ve missed you. Even though I saw you yesterday, I’ve still missed you,” she scooped Eddie up into her arms.

Eddie laid her head on Cait’s shoulder as Cait hugged her. Then with a loud kiss to the top of Eddie’s head, Cait put her down on the ground, and they both walked into the kitchen. It was Eddie’s dinnertime, as well as Cait’s.

The two weeks passed pretty much as they both expected; painfully slow for every single second their minds weren’t occupied.

As always, their drivers would arrive at 5am to pick them up and take them to set, where they would be able to settle in their trailers and prepare to stay there for the next seven months.

Cait was buzzing with excitement, so much so that she was wide awake at 4am, counting down the minutes until her driver would arrive.

Sam didn’t sleep much at all. He was dying to just see Cait; he didn’t quite trust himself to touch her. At least not until they were on set.

They both felt ready for what the day had in store. They both knew that no matter how hard the time was away, it was going to really make a difference with their performance.

It was quite intimidating to start off the block with an aggressively passionate sex scene, and their very first one, no less, but their minds were too focused on just being together, finally.

Sam had arrived first. Cait could see him standing with Ron, as she was driven up.

She pounced out of the car and rushed to the boot. She didn’t bother with letting the driver help her, she grabbed her bags and hurried over to Sam. She knew she wouldn’t be able to do anything with Ron there, but to just stand next to him and breathe in his scent was what she wanted.

“Hi!” Cait called, with a cheesy grin, directed only at Sam.

“Hi, Cait. Did you enjoy the break?” Ron inquired.

“I did, I did. How was yours, did you get a break too?” Cait asked.

She was right next to them now. Sam gave her the biggest smile and put one arm around her for a painfully brief hug. She squeezed his lower back before hesitantly letting go of him.

“Well, most of that last month was spent with Diana and Maril, finalising the scripts and just talking about the direction we’re going to take each episode. But I eventually did get some downtime which was nice. Are you ready for today? Overwhelmed at all? Being the first intense scene…” Ron raised his eyebrows in question.

“Uh…” Sam looked at Cait, not quite sure how to respond.

“Uh…y-yeah. I mean I think I’m as ready as I can be. I did a lot of, sort of, mental blocking for the past couple of weeks. I think we’ll be fine,” she peered at Sam and smiled slightly.

“Yeah, obviously there’s a lot of trust between us, and the crew and director will help us through it, so. It should be good,” Sam nodded.

“Absolutely, all the help you need will be around you. Any problems, please speak up and let us know. We’ll take care of you both, don’t worry,” Ron reassured, “alright, hair and makeup have arrived. Sam, time to get your back sorted.”

Ron began to walk towards the makeup trailer, but then halted in his tracks and turned back around.

“Oh, sorry! Sam, your trailer is that one on the left, and Caitriona, yours is that last one there on the far right, next to Lotte’s. Happy you both get your own trailers this time?” Ron grinned.

Sam and Cait both laughed convincingly and agreed.

“I’ll just put my stuff down and I’ll meet you in the makeup trailer, Ron,” Sam called.

“Yeah,” Ron nodded, “Caitriona, if you go to costumes first, you won’t have to put on too much, and then hair, then makeup. Okay?”

“No worries, thank you Ron,” Cait nodded and smiled.

Ron turned on his heel and headed for the makeup trailer.

Sam and Cait looked around them to scope out how much privacy they had. Very little, unfortunately, with lots of crew members setting up, carrying equipment from one place to another.

When Cait was still peering behind her, Sam suddenly pulled her into his chest for a tight, succinct hug. She wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed, burying her face into his chest, trying to inhale as much of him as possible.

“Oh god, I’ve missed you. So much,” Sam half-whispered in a pained voice.

Cait let go and took half a step back, looking around nervously.

She peered back up into his sparkling eyes and tried to comfort him with a sympathetic smile.

“I’ve missed you. Can’t wait to get on set,” she replied with a flirtatious glimmer in her eye.

Sam flicked his eyebrows up seductively, “neither can I.”

He trailed his eyes slowly down her body, and she knew exactly was he has thinking. It caused her to shift uncomfortably, as a slight throbbing began, both in her heart and elsewhere. She swallowed deeply, in which he noticed and smirked.

“Nervous, Sassenach?” Sam asked, with a playful smile.

Cait smirked back and held her chin up in confidence. She shook her head, “je suis prest. You?”

Sam giggled, “I’m feeling a lot of things, Cait, but I can’t say that nervous is one of them. Especially not when you speak in French, with that sexy accent of yours. I’ll see you in an hour and a half or so?”

Cait bit her lip and smiled, “uh huh, looking forward to it.”

She whipped around and headed for her trailer, with a deliberate extra swing to her hips that she knew drove him insane.

‘Of course, they couldn’t put our trailers next to each other…that would be too easy. Still, the challenges make it fun,’ she smirked to herself as she unlocked her trailer door. Her heart was pounding out of her chest after seeing Sam for those five minutes. She couldn’t imagine what her heart and the rest of her body was going to do when they actually did the scene. Though, it made her all the more excited for it.

Sam chucked his bags onto his bed. His trailer was identical to the one that him and Cait shared, but it only had the one bed, with no dividing door to a second room. He felt the immediate disappointment, thinking back at the great times they had in their trailer, the memories they made.

He shook it off almost as quick. He knew he needed to keep his mind on the scene.

‘Fuck me…modesty patch or not, there’s no hiding the boner I’m going to have. I’ll be surprised if I don’t blow as soon as she kisses me…alright, don’t be a fucking idiot. That won’t happen. I’m gonna have that fucking pouch on so tight, it’ll be almost impossible to move,’ he reassured himself, impatiently.

Almost two hours later, Cait was taken into the studio that was Claire and Jamie’s room in Castle Leoch. Dimly lit with the fireplace and candles, the atmosphere was certainly very romantic. She sat at the dressing table with a brush in her hand. A member of the crew did some last-minute touch ups to her hair and the placement of her thin, lace shawl sitting on top of her shift, baring one of her shoulders. Sam came through the door then, as the director wanted to block the scene first, so they had an idea. Sam gave her a small smile as he past her, and she reciprocated. Her heartbeat quickened, seeing him in full Jamie costume, and her breathing became shallow. She needed to calm herself down, and quick. She looked at herself in the vanity mirror, as if begging herself to chill.

Sam felt his cock twitch and pulsate a little when he saw Cait transformed as Claire, and with how little she was wearing. Her scent flew up his nostrils as he walked past her.

‘Fuck, I’m in trouble,’ he bit hard into his lip, tensely.

Taking a few seconds, he cracked his neck and his knuckles and pushed all thoughts from his mind, except his lines.

The director entered the room then, and walked over to Sam, near the fireplace. He walked them through the directions until right before Jamie and Claire kiss, and things escalate.

“Now, obviously right here things are going to move quickly. Clothes will be discarded. Caitriona, just wanted to confirm, you’re comfortable without the modesty pouch on?” the director asked, lowering his voice.

Sam’s eyes went wide unconsciously, and he looked directly at the rest of the crew. They didn’t even flinch, so they obviously knew about it. Sam certainly didn’t know she wasn’t going to wear one. He recovered quickly as to not draw attention to his countenance.

“Yes, that’s right,” Cait replied confidently, nodding.

“No problem. You both won’t be completely naked in this one. As you probably both know, you’ll be keeping the kilt, Sam, and Cait, your shift will cover you around the hips. But Sam, you’re all good with your pouch?” the director asked, “I know, these are uncomfortable questions, but it’s just the details we need to go over before we can begin. Contractual security reasons.”

“Yeah, mine’s all good,” Sam reassured.

The director continued to block the scene with Sam and Cait. They all stood in different parts of the room, being instructed with what he would like to see happen. On the floor close to the bed, at the far end of the room is where they would finish this segment.

“Right. Are we ready to give this a go?” the director asked Sam and Cait.

They both nodded pretty confidently. All they wanted to do was just have their hands on each other and were quite anxious to get started.

“Action!” the director called.

Jamie came in and delivered his lines about what happened with his discussion with Collum, and how the tradition between a man and wife has been the norm for him. The director changed a few movements between Jamie kneeling before Claire and putting his dirk back into the sheath.

They began again where Jamie asks Claire if she wished to live separately. Sam and Cait were expecting to be stopped, but the room was quiet, so they continued, sort of holding their breath, as they knew what was coming.

They had reached the moment in which Jamie and Claire kiss, without interruption. Cait had goosebumps all over her body at the touch of Sam.

The script said for the first initial kiss to be slow and not rushed. Sam leant in a little too quickly, so Cait put one hand on the side of his neck and leant back discretely so that their mouths didn’t touch too soon. Sam leant in again and Cait met his mouth in a mutual breathy moan. Feeling their mouths on each other was like lightning bolts had jolted through their bodies. Remembering in the script, Jamie took his mouth away from Cait’s and found her neck. He nuzzled into it, and Cait didn’t have to act at all. Her closed-eyed look of pleasure was natural, and so was her loud exhale. After Sam tangled his hand in her hair and pulled it back, asking for permission, they just took off. All blocking directions they had just gone through, and actions stated in the script were pushed right to the back of their brains, only a whisper.

It was no longer Jamie and Claire, it was Sam and Cait, being completely enveloped into a frenzy to fulfil a most urgent need. They completely lost themselves in the moment and did what came naturally.

The director was amazed, shocked, at what he was witnessing. His eyebrows almost touched his hairline, and he was too baffled to even give directions. Members of the crew caught on and kept glancing over at him.

Sam and Cait, having not been interrupted, pressed on, frantically stripping each other. Cait almost ripped her shift up and over her head, but luckily Sam lifted her off the stool and laid back, so she was sitting on him. Having direct contact now, feeling each other, even through a kilt, shift, and modesty pouch, it only amplified things. Cait could feel Sam’s cock hard but kept flat, beneath her. She took full advantage and rocked her hips and rubbed against it. All the back-and-forth motion made Sam’s kilt ride up, and Cait could feel the fabric of the modesty pouch directly on her. Cait wasn’t letting up on the grinding, so Sam didn’t have to force the moaning and groaning, especially not when he began to feel a very familiar wetness on him. He grabbed her and squeezed her legs and waist, wanting to feel more of her.

The director cleared his throat, finding his way back to his senses, “Caitriona, grab the dirk and hold it to Sam’s neck,” he instructed.

Cait, being pushed out of her frenzy, continued her movements, and did what she was told. She somehow remembered her lines and worked through them, although it was hard to keep her words from slurring together, as the jolts of pleasure were buzzing through her centre. Remembering the direction, Sam pulled himself up and held the back of Cait’s neck and pulled her back, and they had a split-second pause, face-to-face, gasping for each other’s air.

“Sam,” was what a hypnotised Cait unconsciously breathed out next.

Sam heard her loud and clear. He planted his mouth onto hers before any other words could escape.

It was nothing more than a whisper, but Cait still caught herself and panicked. She hoped that her panting covered most of it. The unexpected kiss Sam gave her immediately calmed her and got her thoughts back on track.

They were interrupted then, breathless and feeling quite invaded. The director wanted specific movements to be redone, so they could be filmed on a different angle.

There were several interruptions before Sam made it on top of Cait, which helped keep them out of their uncontrolled state. Cait winced at the carpet burns that she could feel forming on her knees.

When Sam finally was able to turn Cait and lay on top of her, she gave him a knowing, very turned-on smirk and bit her lip, which made him chuckle unintentionally. They were recalling memories of their own, and they both knew it.

After what seemed like hours of re-takes and re-blocking, the scene had finished. Sam and Cait were throbbing and buzzing all over, breathless, red-faced, and sweaty, looking like they just had sex for real. They were handed soft, white robes to wear and next on the edge of the bed together. Ron was called in to the studio. Sam and Cait watched as the director spoke quietly to Ron, and panic started to develop as they glanced at each other. Cait’s heart pounded even harder than it already was, and she clasped her hands in her lap, to stop them from trembling. Sam rubbed the back of his neck and began gnawing at his thumb nail, his nervous idiosyncrasy.

Sam glanced up and saw both Ron and the director, Richard, looking back at them. Sam got an awful feeling in his belly, like he’d just been punched there.

Ron eventually walked over to them, and they both stood up from the bed, looking rather guilty.

“Richard said you both did an outstanding job. I told him you had great chemistry, but he said this acting went beyond that, you made him feel like he was watching something he wasn’t supposed to be,” Ron laughed, “and that’s exactly what we were hoping for.”

Sam and Cait laughed too and thanked him.

“I’m just about to watch the footage. Why don’t you two take your lunch break, then we’ll come back and finish the rest of the scene, ending with the ill-wish. Then I think Richard would like to push out one other scene that takes place in here, but from the day before,” Ron explained.

“Oh, the scene where Jamie tells Claire about what happened between Dougal and Collum?” Sam asks.

“That’s the one,” Ron nodded, “alright, have a good break. I’ll see you back here at 2:30.”

Some staff came in to take the discarded costumes back to Terry, including the shift that was still balled around Cait’s hips, and Sam’s now crumpled kilt. They both slipped their costumes down their legs and picked them up off the floor to give to the staff. Sam took his boots off and left them near the bed. They were now aware that they were completely naked under their robes, and after those two weeks apart and those five hours of pure foreplay, they were ready for a big release.

Ron snapped them out of their daydreaming of tearing into each other, “lunch has been brought just downstairs, so you don’t have to go walking back to the trailers in just a robe.”

Sam and Cait thanked Ron and hurried out of the room. Cait heard Sam’s belly rumble quite a few times during shooting, it took a lot for her to not laugh.

They walked alone together through the stone hallways, lit by fire torches, suddenly shy and not sure what to say.

Sam muscled up the courage to ay something first, “so…how did you think that went? I mean, we know Richard is impressed, and I’m sure Ron will be as well…but how did you find it, Cait?”

Cait couldn’t hold her smirk back, then looked up at Sam. Her smirk became a full-on cheeky grin.

Sam chuckled at her reaction “ah,” he nodded, “yeah, me too. You uh…you got a bit carried away there, didn’t you? I heard my name…my name, not Jamie’s…” Sam smiled at Cait so devilishly.

Cait pursed her lips and whacked him playfully on the arm, “shut up,” she giggled, “it’s your fault.”

Sam mocked hurt and touched his chest, “my fault?”

Cait stopped walking and turned to face him, and he did the same, “you knew exactly what you were doing, Sam Heughan,” she took a step closer to him so that their chests were almost touching.

She held his eyes in hers, in a stare of pure desire. Sam swallowed and she watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down slowly.

“Well,” his croaked out before clearing his throat, “don’t you worry, I’ll make it up to you,” his smile was crooked and seductive.

Cait breathed in sharply through her nose and took a step back. She turned and kept walking. Sam couldn’t help but smirk as he followed her.

An hour later and they were back in that same room. They had to start the scene laying on the floor together, under a blanket, with Sam spooning Cait. Cait awkwardly cleared her throat, untied her robe, dropped it from her shoulders and got under the blanket on the floor. Sam tried to hide the fact that he was staring while untying his own robe. He got under the blanket with her, and they assumed the spooning position. A staff member came to remove their robes.

Sam put his arm sneakily under the blanket and held and stroked her waist as he slid his body closer to her. He nearly moaned when she shifted herself and her arse pushed against his cock, that was half-stiff again. He carefully moved closer, as close as he could get to her.

“Sam, if you could stretch out your arm beneath Caitriona’s neck and hold it straight. Cait, if you could hold Sam’s hand with your left,” Richard instructed.

Sam and Cait did as they were instructed. Cait couldn’t help but smile softly at her fingers entwined through Sam’s. Sam was completely content with having the whole back of Cait’s body against the front of his; warm and soft.

Two more scenes done, and Sam and Cait were done for the day. They slipped their robes back on and headed back to their trailers. Just outside the trailers, Sam and Cait saw Nell and Lotte chatting.

“Hi, Sam!” Nell squeaked, trotting over and basically pouncing on him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Sam looked at Cait for help, “uh, hi Nell, nice to see you. How was your break?” Sam asked hesitantly, not knowing where to put his hands. He settled for a few soft pats on her upper back with one arm, before dropping it back by his side.

Cait didn’t have much time to show her discontentment in Nell’s display, as Lotte wrapped her up in a tight hug, “I haven’t seen you in so long, darling! How are you?” Lotte asked cheerfully.

After chatting for a couple of minutes, Lotte acknowledges how they are dressed.

“Oh! You just did a sex scene, right?! Oh my, how did it go? Was it awkward?” Lotte questioned excitedly.

Sam moved away from Nell and closer to Cait. They looked at each other.

“Um…well of course it was awkward. But…you know…it has to be done. You just work through it,” Cait shrugged.

Lotte giggled, “I’m just teasing you, lovely. Hey, let’s have lunch together this week. Catch up,” she suggested.

“Yeah, that would be nice. Just let me know when,” Cait smiled sweetly. She genuinely liked Lotte. Nell on the other hand…Cait often thought how a person can be so like their character.

Nell and Lotte went into their own trailers, and Sam and Cait went to do the same. It was very dark outside, being 8pm. The censor lights shut off, and Sam took advantage by slowly and carefully pulling Cait against him, lowering his head, and capturing her mouth. She eagerly reciprocated, but not even five seconds later, they heard footsteps coming towards them and quickly broke apart, causing the censor lights to come back on. It was just a crew member walking past. Cait blushed slightly. That was one of the crew members who saw her completely naked today. She shook off the insecurity and slight embarrassment almost immediately. It was something she was going to have to get used to.

“I’ll come to your trailer around 11? There shouldn’t be anyone around at that time,” Sam whispered.

“Yes,” Cait whispered back, a flirty smile on her lips.

Sam looked around, then reached out and held her hand and squeezed. He reluctantly let go after a few seconds. Then they went into their trailers.

10:54pm. Cait had eaten dinner, had a shower, brushed her teeth, and put on a very short, very tight, purple nighty. She sat on the bed watching the time. Her hair was wavy around her shoulders, still damp. She shivered, as the nighty was in no way an appropriate item to wear in Scotland, in winter. She didn’t want to put anything over it, but she also didn’t want to turn blue.

She remembered how thick and warm the doona was in their old trailer. She dived under and curled up, trying to get warm while she waited.

‘Once he’s here, I won’t have this issue,’ she thought to herself, smiling.

Between her legs immediately started to throb at the thought. She was so sexually frustrated after today; she was ready to burst.

Sam had also eaten and gotten all clean. It was 10:58pm. He quietly snuck out of his trailer and locked the door behind him. He decided he was going to sneak around the back of the trailers, so the censor light didn’t pick him up. Carefully and slowly climbing the few steps to Cait’s trailer, he looked around to see if there was anyone about. He couldn’t hear nor see anyone. He put his hand up to softly knock, but Cait had heard him, and the door swung open before he had the chance to.

Sam quickly stepped in and pulled the door shut, revealing Cait, who was hiding behind it.

Sam’s eyes widened and his lips parted, as his eyes explored down her body. His eyes didn’t have time to trail all the way back up before Cait’s body was slammed against his, her arms tight around his neck. She pushed him into the wall that was next to the door, and he hit it hard with a grunt. He got over within a second and his hands were on her, pulling, clawing, squeezing. Finally, being free to do with each other as they wanted, they didn’t quite know where to begin, they just wanted to do everything at once.

Sam’s hands creeped underneath her tiny slip of a nighty, and he groaned, almost as if in pain, when he realised, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Mouths stuck together, he bent down and lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom. He threw her down onto it and then crawled on top of her, pinning her down with his pelvis. She attempted to get her legs free so she could wrap them around his waist, but he was lifting himself up off her body. She refused to let go of his mouth and sat up with him. She increased the suction to keep his mouth on hers, but he eventually broke free with a pop. He stood at the end of the bed, leant forward, and placed his hand on her chest to push her back down. Her little nighty had ridden up and was a mere inch away from putting everything on display.

“Mm,” was the aroused, throaty noise he made, as he stared at her body, deciding what to do first.

He bent down and picked up her foot, holding her leg in both hands and placed slow, but forceful kisses all the way up until he reached her thigh. He angled his head so his mouth could continue up her inner thigh. Cait’s pulse quickened, and so did her breathing. He placed her leg back down on the bed, lifted the bottom of her nighty up, the pressed the same forceful kiss right in the middle of the area she wanted him most. She closed her eyes and held her breath in anticipation for more, but then nothing continued. She frowned, opened her eyes back up and Sam held both her hands and pulled her up to stand next to him. He then pulled her doona off the bed and laid it out on the floor. She watched him and smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing.

He turned to face her, standing so close. He put his fingers on her shoulders, and then slid them down, pushing the straps of her nighty off. He pushed the fabric down, over her boobs, down her belly, until it hit the floor. She stepped out of it and put her hands underneath his shirt, feeling each hard bump of muscle. She ran her nails lightly up the sides of his torso until he sharply inhaled. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. She pulled the waistband of his tracksuit pants and underwear forward so she could slide her hand down and wrap it around his cock that was standing diagonally up, wanting to burst out and be free. She moved it so it was standing vertically, pumping a few times, to get his blood boiling. She then tugged on his pants to get them off as quickly as possible. He kicked them across the room once they reached his ankle.

He held both sides of her neck and brought his mouth back onto hers in a very eager, wanting kiss.

“I…” he began breathlessly, “I’ve been thinking about you all day. Thinking about you riding me, like we did on set today. On the floor.”

“Then take me, Sam. On the floor. Or rather, I’ll take you first,” she seductively pushed against his chest, so they stood on the blanket.

She pushed him down onto it, and when she straddled him, he pulled her down to crash his mouth onto hers again.

“Today, that line where I said, ‘I want you so much, I can scarcely breathe’, the only acting in that was the Scottish accent. I do want you, Cait. Badly,” he begged huskily, his breathing shallow, and eyes darkened with lust.

She panted against his mouth and smiled. She gave him one more deep kiss before sitting up and grinding on top of him, watching his chest heaving up and down. She needed to feel him more than just against her. She needed him inside her, immediately.

She lifted herself, and his cock up and then slowly lowered herself down onto it. She could feel that delicious, slight burn of stretching to accommodate him, that she hadn’t felt in what seemed like so long. Feeling the bumps and crevasses of inside her drag down and suck him in made his eyes roll back in his head. Tingling sensations shot from the head of his cock, down his shaft as she got lower and lower. When he was fully inside her, she rocked her hips back and forth and began to grind. She held onto his ribcage, just like on set today. Sam already began to pant and groan, and she knew she wasn’t going to last long either, especially because the position they were in was making him rub her G-spot directly, being so deep. Her grinding became more frantic, as she felt herself coming close to the edge. Sam arched his head and shoulders off the floor and grabbed her hips, urging her to go even faster. Knowing she wasn’t going to last much longer, she laid down flat on his body, tilted to the side and pulled him on top of her. Being on the floor meant he had a much better anchor, and no bounce. Every thrust into her felt hard and steady, hitting her in the spot with force that felt like was going to break her. He slammed into her faster, his arms trembling. She wrapped her legs around him tighter, making her walls tighten and contract around him. He gasped at this and let out loud moans and panting. The friction it created inside her caused his cock to massage that spot deep inside her, then finally, fireworks burst from every corner of her core, and she screamed in pleasure beneath him. He let himself go and released himself into her, gasping for air and shuddering with every gush. When he was done, he collapsed down onto her body, took a deep breath in and let it out with one last satisfied groan.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33179176/chapters/96598575

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Instagram 2 June 2023 ⬆️ Instagram 20 August 2015 Instagram 20 August 2015 #2

Glamour Italia: August 2015

I TRAVEL THROUGH TIME

Caitriona Balfe, the Outlander’s star, is hitting the big time in Hollywood. And after shooting with Clooney and Julia Roberts, she’s ready to return to Scotland. With specific ideas, some style tricks and few regrets.

One thinks that some things can happen only in an episode of Sex and the City. Instead you can just walk in the West Village in New York with Caitriona Balfe (pronounced Catrina; it’s a Gaelic name) to suddenly glance at your side a coach with the advertising of Outlander, where she is the leading actress, exactly what it happens to Carrie in the unforgettable theme song. But Caitriona does not stumble: she mirrors herself in her image and smiles. “Thanks to the photo editing the scene seems almost heroic”,she says. “But looking at it I can only recall that my ass was freezing that day in the mountains of Scotland”. After leaving Ireland at 15 years old, entering the fashion industry as a model, last year she has been mentioned by Entertainment Weekly among the twelve Hollywood’s rising stars. Thirty-five years, 1.77 cm tall, a perfect body, icy stare and reminiscent features as Cate Blanchett, one of the actressess she likes more.

How did you feel working side by side to George Clooney and Julia Roberts in Jodie Foster’s Money Monster?:

“They are all movie giants, I learned a lot. But in the end, when you’re there, it’s just a work, and it becomes almost a routine”.

You grew up in Northern Ireland, two hours from Dublin, not only far from the spotlight but even from the city lights. How did you end up working in fashion?

“The usual fate. When I was 18 an agent stopped me while I was volunteering for an association against multiple sclerosis. I was filling shopping bags in a supermarket. He offered me to work for an agency in Dublin. I left the college, where I studied acting, and a year later I moved to Paris”.

You have worked with all the greatest – from Karl Lagerfeld to Dolce & Gabbana and Balenciaga – at the spike of your career you were considered one of the twenty most sought-after models in the world. Is there something you currently miss of that world?

“Surely the bread with olives made by Dolce & Gabbana’s cook! I remember they always had the best refreshments. Sometimes I still dream that bread. However, it was a very funnyworld, but I think it was a suitable lifestyle for my age at that time. You can cope with certain pace, between trips and parties, only when you are twenty years old”.

Is there something you never tolerate?

“The fashion system idealize only one type of woman: it’s wrong and misleading. It forces to doubt about yourself, because it doesn’t matter if you were the prettiest girl or the smartest one at school. You are judged only upon the basis of how much you are skinnier than the girl at your side. Or if you have nicer doe eyes “.

Did you feel you would have become an actress?

“Yes, I always saw my modelling career as a temporary thing. Of course, I did not think it was a step lasting for ten years! But at the time I wouldn’t have even been able to deal with all the responsibilities requested to an actress and the roles I play”.

Such as the Claire role, the heroine of the Outlander series, adapted from the book by Diana Gabaldon. Do you see herself in her?

“The story of Claire is a radical change, a great loss, but also a renaissance (Claire is mysteriously thrown back in time; in Scotland, from 1945 to 1743.) It talks about how you can survive in front of tragic events and that you must keep living your life against all odds. She has ahuge force: she is a modern and feminist woman, not by choice, but simply because she feels to be worth as much as men. And she is so strong she can afford to make mistakes … So not only I like to think to have many things in common with her, but I hope so”.

Claire is in a love triangle. Have you ever experienced a similar situation?

“It happened that the place in my heart taken by someone I loved was not yet free and meanwhile … someone else was already entering! But I have never found in a difficult position as Claire is. I do not think, however, that neither of the two men competing for her would be right for me. The first thing I look for in a boyfriend? Certainly a beautiful head. Even if no woman would say no to the overwhelming passion felt by Claire and Jamie in the serial. I almost had to take a test of “chemistry” on the set before having the part ( she laughs)”.

You had to cope with the book fans, following the character for years. Judging from your followers on Twitter – more than ninety thousand –you convinced them.

“The reviews so far are always positive and fans are very active. The funniest part is that they send me a lot of paintings of my cat. I find them beautiful and I gave a part of them to some friends who live around the world. So, it seems to meI have a piece of home wherever I go”.

Do you like Twitter?

“The wonder of this social network is doing something good by using all the “chatter”created around my success. For example, I support an association helping children with cancer worldwide. Through Twitter I can give visibility even to them”.

The first series of Outlander was shot for almost a year in Scotland: did it was a kind of homecoming or did you feel isolated from the world?

“It was a long time since I was living in Europe … Scotland and Ireland are very different but both have landscapes with ancestral energies, magical, taking your breath away. However, sometimes we were so isolated that the mobile phone did not work for days. But that’s good – actually I hate to take it always with me on the set! Maybe the only thing I really missed was dressing up elegant to go out. It seems strange, but being accustomed to Paris or New York, where you pay attention to how you dress even to go to dinner, I felt a bit out of place in Glasgow. No one dresses to impress there, unless you go to dance”.

But your look, brown sweater, high waist denim skirt, ankle boots with a little heel, apparently, seems to reflect a simple taste …

“In New York, jeans and t-shirt are the uniform between shootings, but when I go out I want to tart myself up. My style depends a lot about how I wake up: one day very feminine, girly, the day after tomboy or even “rock and roll”. The only constant is black and a few jewels. And, definitely, high heels”.

Do you have a secret to be perfect during the long days on the set?

“Perhaps the main problem are dark circles, due to the impossible schedule. So patches help a lot, the ones you can cool down. When I am engaged during the episodes of the series I have always a bit of them hidden in the fridge of the crew, and usually my days begin with them”.

With the end of the Money Monsters’ shooting you will have to leave New York to return to Outlander in Scotland. And then? Which are your plans?

“For now, I know more or less what direction I want to go, but I do not want to have a clear strategy. If you schedule everything, you risk being disappointed, while I always took my best decisions without thinking at them. I let myself be surprised and, when there are challenges, I took them up. For the moment, they were right choices. I have no regrets..apart from a couple of ex-boyfriends!”

Outlander-Online

Remember when August 2015 seemed like only yesterday?

#Tait rhymes with hat #Good times #Outlander #Money Monster #Fashion #Glamour Italia #August 2015 #Instagram

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bcacstuff · 2 years

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Changed mind. OL will see S7, Caitriona is being pretty up front in almost every interview about return to work and returning to Scotland soon. Still don't think they will do 16 eps due to cost. Think it will be cut back to 12 or even 10.

Given what other cast members seem to have said in Seattle I wont be surprised by anything anymore. I don't even get why they already announced it to be a 16 episode season. Were they afraid people wont sign up for Starz for the 8 eps of S6?

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closed starter for @rxnatx

One year, how had Jude been a part of her life for a whole year? Caitriona still felt like it was just a few weeks ago since she first held him. She certainly still felt like she didn't know a damned thing, relying more on Google and trial and error than ever before. The last thing she'd Googled were milestones and, when Dominic said he was coming to the check up, she warned him the doctor might comment on Jude not walking or no saying his first words. They coddled him, loved him so much that they were always following him around as he crawled, snuggling him when he slept, carrying him when they were moving around. So, as they sat in the waiting room, Jude standing in front of them holding their knees as he bobbled between them, the last thing Caitriona expected was for Jude to point to the toys and squeal with excitement. "What do you want over there, Bubba?" Mo giggled, brushing her fingers over his silky hair that was still the same shade of blonde as Dom's. Then he'd done it, the first word came out: Fuck! Heads turned and it took everything in her not to laugh or make Jude cry by scolding him over it. Instead, she looked at Dom, chin quivering and pressed her head to his shoulder. "That's your son." But while she looked away, feeling those chubby fingers leave her knee just assuming he was fumbling back to his Daddy, Jude had his own plans, he was going to grab that toy fire truck... and yell 'fuck' with absolute glee while doing so.

#rxnatx #ref: caitriona x dominic #thread: mo x dom 02

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I can't count how many times I've read this sentence — Married with Children — Where is the proof for these claims? There is a marriage certificate, that says, Cait is married to Tony, but that is simply ignored. No matter what Caitriona and Sam say or do, it is presented as a lie and as proof that they are secretly a couple. ES just doesn't respect the privacy of the two! Just because SamCait are public figures, don't they have a right to privacy ?

Why does Cait have to tell her husband's name in public, where is it written that she has to? It is assumed, that she is hiding three of her allegedly four children. That she is secretly married to Sam and that they have four children together. She is insulted as a liar. Every word, she says, is analysed, every movement watched, just for evidence of the ES conspiracy theory.

Why not just accept that SamCait are only very good friends.? Because they smile at each other, hug each other, sit close to each other or take care of each other, do they have to be a couple.? They just have their own special relationship with each other and certainly love each other differently.

They respect and trust each other and both have each other's backs and that's great, because precisely because of their special relationship (Friendship) behind the camera, they do what they do in front of the camera so well.! I wish both of them are happy and get everything, they deserve.

#samcait #sam heughan #caitriona balfe #outlander #respect #friendship

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https://www.instagram.com/p/BXK3Xv5n7LD/?igshid=1fgs4w8r1xq3g

Sorry, I forgot to mention which picture John Bell liked of Sam with Mackenzie! The link is above from Sam’s Instagram. It was posted on July 30, 2017. They were pictured at the Hungarian racetrack where the Hungarian Grand Prix is held. Standing in front of a pink race car. 🏎 Caitriona Balfe, Lauren Lyle, Alex, and Valbo also liked the picture. It’s sad he only posted a few pictures of them together on his SM. I think he would have posted more if it hadn’t been for all of the abuse they got and the troll comments from some of the shippers, and any of the haters who didn’t like them being together for whatever stupid reason they had. Although we know now any woman who is linked to Sam usually ends up getting harassed and that is a horrible feeling. No wonder Cait has never put out a picture of her and Tony on SM. She gets as much of the abuse as Sam gets and it’s a shame. I do believe some people here on tumblr in this fandom contributed to the horrible treatment both of them have received on their SM and they still don’t want to take responsibility for their actions. They want us to believe what they talk about on their blogs stays in their little corner but it’s not true. So,thank you for continuing to call them out on it!

Thanks for sending the link Anon and thanks for sharing your thoughts!

Sorry it took a while to get back to you. My attention has unfortunately been focused elsewhere.

Yes, here's the photo:

I never realized that John Bell had liked the photo until you brought it to my attention. I checked it out and sure enough he did along with (as you point out) Cait, Lauren L., Alex N. and Valbo. The post was also liked by César D., Amy Shiels, Nicole R., Paydin L., and of course MM. But I supposed they were all part of the "conspiracy." 🙄

It still amazes me that anyone believes that any C-list actor would live out such an elaborate conspiracy. (And no, TPTB would have no legal ability in this day and age to make S hire numerous "fake girlfriends" and participate in an intercontinental conspiracy that spans years and involves countless people. )

I also agree Anon that one of the reasons that both S and C try to keep photos of the SOs off of their social media is because there are always some "fans" who will act out and write awful comments. Sadly, this is why I believe C didn't post anything about her wedding.

Finally, I agree that tumblr bloggers just fool themselves when they believe they can publicly post elaborate conspiracies and nasty things about S, C, and the SOs without any of their readers reacting and choosing to act out on S's, C's or the SOs' social media. It's because of the way that gossip works. It starts out small but it can build to something very destructive that the original bloggers never intended. JMHO

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This kind of comment proves that ES pass lies as truths. They are talking about CS' NYC fan charity appearance where she wore the very wide red dress. We know that immediately after, her 4 PR appearances had her looking as slim as ever. "auburncurlslass, As I have said over and over....I was there!!! I put my left arm around Caitriona's waist. The woman was pregnant. You could see her protruding tummy! Why in hell do you think she chose that dress? It wasn't due to the bright tangerine color!"

Sure, cause when she got near C she embraced her front, side and back and not only put her arm around her back or touched her hip but could rub her tummy through her red dress LOL

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lemonandhugs · 3 years

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Chapter 6 of Stars Align!

Chapter 6

Sam and Caitriona walked outside of Edinburgh Airport and the freezing cold Autumn wind hit them in the face, causing them to both squint and grimace. Caitriona gasped and hugged her own body, after placing her luggage on the ground.

Sam still felt extremely embarrassed about what happened on the plane, despite Cait’s reassurances. He felt guilty, and just awkward around her, which he hated. He stood quietly next to her, with his head down, burying his mouth into his scarf, his hands shoved in his parka pockets. Cait picked up on how he was acting immediately and peered over at him. The wind blew Sam’s curly hair away from his left temple and she could see the large marble-size bump and light blue-purple bruise that had developed.

“How’s your h-head?” she asked him through a quivering jaw.

He shyly looked at her, “I’ve uh…I’ve got a bit of a headache, and it’s throbbing a bit, but I’ll be fine. I’ll take something for it when we get there…I deserve it though…what happened.”

Cait exhaled, turned towards him and held on to his forearm, “Sam…please, it’s alright. There was no harm done. It’s not like your hands landed in any awkward places, none of that. You haven’t offended me, or pissed me off, or given me a reason to not trust you. It was completely harmless. Please, don’t feel bad.”

Sam looked into her eyes then, seeing the pleading in her hypnotising blue-grey eyes, and it made his insides melt like warm butter, and his tension and embarrassment melted with it. He smiled crookedly.

“Well, alright. As you say,” Sam smiled wider at her and twisted slightly so the elbow she was holding on to gently nudged her.

The worry dissipated from Cait’s eyes, as her smile reached them, “good.”

She let go of his arm and shoved that hand into her pocket and began shivering again, as she was no longer distracted from the cold.

Sam looked at her with a knowing and concerning smile, “yeah, still as cold as I remember. I haven’t been back here for a few years.”

Cait’s teeth began to chatter and her body began to tremble as she hugged herself. She nodded, “well…I s-suppose I’m going to h-have to get used to th-this. No d-doubt I’ll be wearing a lot l-less on set in those early s-scenes of block one.”

Sam’s mouth went into a straight line and he nodded, “the things we do as actors,” he cheekily smiled at her.

Cait smiled back in between her teeth clicking together, “mhm.”

“At least you dressed warmer this time, and at least it’s not raining. It would be bad if we got our hair wet, yours more than mine. The car will be here s–, oh here it is,” Sam tilted his head upwards, gesturing towards the Audi coming towards them.

“Oh, thank g-god,” Cait murmured.

Then they noticed another Audi, exactly the same and directly behind. They both looked at each other confused.

“We must be taking separate cars?” Cait questioned.

Sam’s eyebrows furrowed.

The two drivers got out and hurried over to introduce themselves as Sam and Cait’s drivers for the duration of Season 1 filming.

“Are we travelling separately?” Sam asked his driver.

“Yes, we always have actors driven separately, in case of any accidents,” Sam’s driver stated.

“Oh, that makes sense,” Cait nodded.

“Okay, yeah I was wondering why two cars pulled up. If you’ve got this, man, I’ll help Caitriona’s driver with her luggage,” Sam asked his driver, pointing to his pile of luggage on the ground.

“Oh, S-Sam no. You don’t h-have to do that, it’s f-freezing, get in y-your car,” Cait shook her head, and attempting to stop him after he already had two pieces of her luggage slung over his shoulders, ignoring her.

Walking quickly to the boot of the car, with Cait’s driver, he put the luggage in and opened the door for her.

“In you get before you turn into an icicle,” Sam smirked at her.

Cait both pouted and smirked at him, and playfully hit him on the arm.

“See you when we get there, and thank you,” her smirk disappeared, and she gave him a small, sweet smile.

“No worries, Caitriona Balfe, see you soon,” Sam winked at her and brushed her back gently, up, and down.

He ran over to his car and quickly got in. Cait smiled to herself as a quiver ran over her spine, from his touch.

It was an hour drive to where their trailers would be located, and where the writer’s studio was, in which they would be going to their first read through, the next morning.

Twenty minutes into the drive, after small chit-chat with her driver, getting to know him, Cait was distracted by her phone going off. She picked it up from inside her handbag and saw a text from Sam on her screen. She couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face, and the excited feeling that formed in her stomach.

- Have you thawed now? :P

- Ha ha, very funny...! But yes, I’m quite toasty now, thanks for asking :D

- Good to hear. We can’t have Claire looking like those creatures in Avatar, now can we? :P

- :O but thank you for your concern, lol…I think Claire could rock blue skin!

- Mmm…you’re not wrong there. It’d make for an interesting series! Haha

- The stones did it :P

- Ah! Now THAT’S an interesting concept, Caitriona Balfe! We must tell Ron!

Caitriona giggled quietly to herself, and she and Sam joked back and forth for ten minutes more.

‘Alright, alright. Leave her alone now. Professionalism, a respectful distance…don’t get too close off-set!’ Sam thought to himself as he typed out one last text to Cait saying that he’ll see her when they arrive.

A half hour later and they had arrived. The drivers got their luggage out of the cars and lead them towards their trailer. They came to one very large trailer that had both their names on it.

‘Sharing a trailer?!’ Cait panicked, and side-eyed Sam.

Ron walked around the corner a couple of seconds after Sam and Cait had reached the trailer. He beamed when he saw them both.

“Sam! Caitriona! How are ya?! Glad you had a safe trip. The hair looks great!” Ron exclaimed, shaking their hands.

He looked at the large trailer and back at Sam and Cait.

“So, you two will be sharing a trailer. All the trailers will be shared between two cast members. Starz could only get us a limited number of trailers, but they got us the very biggest ones. They’re so large, you will have plenty of your own space,” Ron explained.

‘Breathe, Caitriona, breathe. You’re sure to be used to him in no time now! Fuck, I hope we don’t become sick of each other…’ Cait thought, biting her bottom lip.

‘So much for a respectful distance off-set…fuck…it’s okay, it will be fine. We’ll become very comfortable with each other and it will be very good for the show and our on-screen chemistry,’ Sam calmed himself, determined to think rationally.

Sam and Cait both nodded at Ron while he was speaking. Sam was wringing his hands nervously and peered over at Cait. She caught his eye and gave him a shy smile. He smiled back but noticed the worry in her eyes. She quickly looked away and Sam’s attention was caught by Ron walking up the three steps and opening the front door of the trailer.

“Come in and have a look! Really nice inside, more modern than you would think,” Ron waved them forward, ducking his head inside as he spoke.

As Sam and Cait walked slowly towards the steps, Ron quickly climbed down.

“I’ll let you two get settled. I have to run, I have a few meetings to get to, one with Diana herself. You’ll meet her on Sunday, Caitriona. And yeah, I’ll see you two Sunday for Block One Read Through. 9am. All the cast will be arriving later, so you’ll get to meet everyone. It’ll be good. Can’t wait to see the book come to life, essentially,” Ron expressed with a lopsided smile on his bearded face.

Sam and Cait both smiled at that.

“I’m excited, this is all so new to me. It’s so beautiful here,” Cait said biting her lip and smiling, taking in her surroundings.

“Yeah, it’s going to be a hell of a journey, I think we’re all going to have a great time. It’ll be great experience for you as an actress, I’m sure you’ll learn a lot,” Ron nodded.

“Oh definitely,” Cait widened her eyes and smiled cheerfully at him.

“Alright, I’m off. See you in a couple of days,�� Ron said putting his thumb up, before quickly turning and walking with large strides to his car.

Sam cleared his throat awkwardly, then stretched his arm out for Cait to walk up the stairs first. Cait smiled crookedly at him, looking up at him through her lashes, and ascending the few steps. Sam followed close behind, and upon switching the light on, they were indeed both surprised at how big and modern it really was. Colours of grey and white, a good-sized bedroom area that was split into two and identical on both sides, with two queen beds and a sliding dividing wall in the middle. That was the left side of the trailer. A doorway from the bedroom led out into the dining area, with a small bathroom running off just behind, with a surprisingly large shower. To the right of the dining area was a very impressive marble-top, large kitchenette.

“Wow. I cannot believe how huge this is,” Sam raised his eyebrows and looked around and up at the ceiling.

“Yeah! It doesn’t look like it from the outside. It’s lovely though. Definitely big enough for two,” Cait said as she ran her hand along the marble bench top, her back to him.

“So, uh…I…I guess we’re…living together. How do you feel about that? Since it was kind of just sprung on us…” Sam uttered, rubbing the back of his neck and carefully peering up at her.

“Well…I think…you know, we’re going to be on set together all day anyway. Sharing a trailer will give us a chance to get to know each other on another level. Which…I think will make us more comfortable with each other on set, especially in maybe the more…intense scenes. Obviously, we’ll give each other space when we’re in here. And…there’s an understanding between us. A trust,” Cait crossed her arms over her chest and shrugged one shoulder. She gave him a nervous smile through tight lips.

“That’s true. Yeah, you’re right. I promise I won’t intrude on your space, and I’ll wash my own dishes and won’t leave my clothes lying around. Oh, and I won’t leave my towels on the floor,” Sam grinned at her, rather cheekily.

Cait giggled freely and peered down at the floor before licking the corner of her top lip and looking back up at him.

“Well, ditto,” Cait nodded.

The sun suddenly crept out from behind the gloomy, grey clouds that were threatening rain, and it shone through one of the windows, catching both their eyes.

“So…if you’re not too tired, and because it’s rather beautiful outside now and the rest of the cast don’t arrive until later, maybe now is a good time I take you up on your offer on showing me around…?” Cait asked a little nervously but couldn’t help but smirk at him.

This took Sam by surprise. He didn’t actually expect her to take him up on that offer in which he felt stupid for suggesting.

“Oh,” Sam expressed with genuine shock, his eyebrows shooting up, “okay, yeah, of course. We can walk over to a park in Craighforth, and walk along the River Forth? It’s very beautiful, it gives a great view of the mountains.”

“Yeah, that sounds lovely,” Cait nodded, turning around to grab her phone out of her handbag.

They both descended the stairs of their trailer.

“I’ve got the key,” Sam said, holding up the key before shoving it deep into the front pocket of his jeans.

Cait looked back at him and smiled, “good, I don’t think Ron would be too impressed if we lock ourselves out already.”

Sam giggled, and the two walked side-by-side, hands deep in Parka pockets, out of the trailer lot, deeper and deeper into the countryside. They spoke mostly about little details of their life that they hadn’t yet shared; filling in holes of mystery about one another. They were showing more of each other, inch by inch, in the moments they spent together. Sam told Cait about his childhood spent scampering about the countryside on his own but having a ball. He told Cait about this place, historical anecdotes he was told by his family. Cait looked up at him, listening intently, admiring how his entire face lit up when he spoke about Scotland, how happy it made him, how his teeth and bright blue eyes shone in the sunlight. How he smiled so wide, she could see the creases on the corners of his cheeks.

After an hour of walking, they came to a completely open, wooden, rail-less bridge, and a wider part of the river, running wildly beneath them. They both stepped onto it without hesitation and continued to walk and talk, not really paying attention to the water beneath, or the bridge itself.

Sam, so focused on what Cait was saying, wasn’t aware enough of his footing. Being on the left side of the bridge, his left foot suddenly slipped slightly off the edge. He gasped sharply and grunted loudly. His body instinctively leaned over to the right side to prevent him from falling over the edge. His arms flailed outwards and he bent down quickly, clutching the planks of the bridge. Before he could register what had happened, before his adrenaline had stopped surging through his veins, all he heard was a petrified, high-pitched shriek, and all he saw was Cait’s body be flung, head first over the right side of the bridge, into the gushing river; not even a splash was heard. His heart stopped, his breathing ceased, he froze. His hands started to shake; all he could hear now was a painful ringing. Half a second later, and he was on his feet, looking into the water, breathing heavily. All he could see was a gushing pool of white and black.

“CAIT?!” he screamed at the absolute top of his lungs, over and over, until his throat and lungs started to burn.

He finally heard a gasping sound, then coughing, then screaming. He found Cait, already pulled twenty metres down the river in the matter of four seconds. The river was deep and had such force that she was unable to stand. She was struggling to swim properly and keep her head above the water.

“SAM HELP ME! PLEASE HE–,” Cait shrieked, and then she was gone, swallowed by the water.

Sam turned completely white, he felt physically sick as he sprinted, with everything he had, off the bridge and down the river, coming to where he spotted Cait in the water. He ripped off his Parka, threw his phone without looking, squatted, and slid down the grass, reaching the water. He dived underneath the water and let it take him downstream to Cait. Keeping his eyes open and his arms outstretched. Five seconds had passed, and he saw a dark shadow, trying desperately to fight against the stream and swim upwards; legs and arms striking against the water, but also being dragged further, deeper, underneath. Sam kicked his legs hard, hoping to reach her sooner. When he was close enough to reach her, his body slammed against hers by the force of the water before he could grab hold of her. She jolted sharply away from him, but then reached back for him, as he reached for her. Their hands gripped together so tightly, and without letting go, Sam attempted to touch the bottom with his feet and push himself up to the surface. He coughed and inhaled sharply, grunting, kicking, and fighting against the water with one arm. He pulled Cait up towards the surface, but their hands started to slip. He took in a large breath, submerged himself back into the water, reached out and grabbed Cait by the waist, pulling her towards him with one arm, then quickly let go of her hand and grabbed her waist with that same hand. Cait kicked and clutched his shoulders tightly. He pushed off the bottom with his feet again, with all the power and energy he had, and launched them to the surface. Cait coughed violently and wheezed loudly, before water gushed from her mouth. She inhaled and coughed again. Sam held her up high above the water, his hands underneath her arms. He was unable to move sideways against the water, so in one swift movement, he angled Cait towards the grassy side of the river and threw her towards it. She landed close enough to grip the grass and mud, clawing and trying to grip with her feet to pull herself up. Sam was again submerged underwater when Cait looked behind her. Sam had decided to try and dive deep down and swim sideways, where the force wasn’t as strong. A few seconds later, his hands shot up out of the water and gripped the grass, rocks, and mud on the side of the bank, ten metres downstream from her. He coughed, breathed heavily, and grunted loudly. He was able to get a good enough grip and pulled himself up out of the water. With shaky legs, he sprinted over to the side where Cait was still trying to pull herself up. He reached down, grabbed one of her wrists, strongly pulled her up towards him, then grabbed hold of her other wrist and pulled her completely out. He pulled her to her feet so swiftly, and without thinking, he scooped her legs up with one arm, and held her torso with the other and ran towards where he left his Parka and phone. She gripped around his shoulders and neck tightly, nails digging in, not daring to let go. When he reached his Parka, he bent down and gently sat her on the grass, ripped off her own Parka and put his dry one around her, then pulled her tightly against him, rubbing her back and arms vigorously. He shook and coughed as he did so before he could say anything. His brain couldn’t reach his mouth at this point. After a minute, Cait pushed against Sam’s chest, bent over to the side, coughed, heaved and more water gushed out of her mouth. Sam firmly pounded her back, hoping he was helping to expel the fluid from her stomach. Cait, still bent over, close to the earth, gasped and breathed heavily. She continued to cough intermittently a few more times, until she could no longer feel any fluid in her belly. She harshly exhaled. Luckily, she wasn’t under very long, and was able to hold her breath and didn’t inhale any water, but some did force its way into her mouth, giving her no choice but to swallow. She knew there wasn’t any fluid in her chest or lungs, as she was able to breath easily.

Exhausted, Cait’s breathing started to finally slow. Sam rubbed her back gently, and she carefully pushed herself back up to a sitting position.

“Caitriona…” Sam began with a shaky voice, “I’m so sorry! You could’ve drowned, and I…! If anything happened to you! I…Caitriona, I’m so so sorry. Are you alright, did you hit your head? Do you think anything is broken?” Sam’s hands were shaking very visibly as he held Cait’s shoulders.

Cait was trembling all over, both from the cold water and the shock from what just happened. She had her head down and her eyes closed. Sam searched her face desperately while he waited for a response, still white as a ghost, icy water dripping from the tip of his nose.

After a few minutes, Cait took a deep breath in through her nose and breathed out through her mouth. She slowly opened her eyes but kept them facing down. Sam let go of her shoulders, and continued to wait patiently, his hands still trembling in his lap.

“I…I’m alright. It doesn’t feel like anything is broken…I know I didn’t hit my head on the way down…the water was too…deep...too strong…it…” Cait described with a shaky voice and hugged herself with her own trembling hands, trying to stop the rest of her body from shaking.

“…it was an accident Sam. It’s alright,” Cait slowly moved her head up to look at him. Her eyes were red and bloodshot, all the colour was drained from her face, and her lips were now a blue-tinted pink.

“No, it’s not alright. I’m a…fucking idiot! I wasn’t paying attention to my feet; I knew I was too close to the edge! You could’ve broken your neck because of me. And…your hair!” Sam clenched his jaw and violently rubbed his forehead with his hand, eyes shut.

“Oh! Oh…fuck,” Cait exclaimed with widened eyes and a horrified look on her face and she grabbed two fistfuls of her hair.

“Caitriona, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. I don’t know how you’ll ever forgive me…I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I mean I…” Sam broke off with a huff. He shifted away from her and held his head in his hands.

“Well, Sam, I didn’t break my neck. And…you saved my life, Sam. You risked your life to save mine. You got me out of that water just as quickly as I fell in…” Cait reached a trembling hand over and touched his bicep.

“Caitriona, I’m the reason you were in that river in the first place. Of course I was going to do everything in my power to save you…I mean…of course I would do everything I could to save you even if I wasn’t the reason,” Sam turned back towards her and shyly looked down at the wet grass between his legs, his arms resting on his knees.

Cait smiled lopsidedly, “I know. Thank you, Sam, for saving my life. All I know is that I could not, for the life of me, keep myself above the water. I was…stuck. Completely stuck underneath. If it wasn’t for you…you got to me so fast, like you didn’t even hesitate to jump in,” Cait raised her eyebrows in question.

“I didn’t,” Sam shrugged, “I’m just glad you’re alright. Well, I hope you are. That’s what we’re going to find out,” Sam stated as he grabbed his phone, scrolled through his texts with Ron to find the numbers of the drivers.

He typed in the number and asked his driver to immediately come to where they are. After he hung up, he screenshotted their location on Google Maps and sent it to his driver. His driver responded within a couple of minutes.

“My driver will be here in ten minutes, then we’re going straight to the ER. You’ve swallowed a lot of water. I want you to get checked out. I want to make sure you’re alright,” he said with a determined voice, looking at her with guilt in his face and concern in his eyes.

Cait nodded, “I…I don’t know what I’m going to do about my hair…” Cait hesitated, biting her lip.

“Yeah I don’t know what I’m going to do about mine either. I’m going to call Ron right now and explain everything,” Sam put the phone to his ear again, then reached over and pulled his Parka tighter around Cait.

She gave him a shy smile as she put her arms through the sleeves.

Sam spent the next eight minutes on the phone with Ron, explaining the whole situation. Cait watched Sam’s face closely. His different expressions, his hand movements as he spoke, the way he chewed his thumb nail when he was nervous.

‘He saved me…he jumped right into that fucking death trap of a river and saved my life in the space of five minutes. What if he got stuck underneath after throwing me over to the bank…what if he broke his own neck trying to save me…the way he held me above that water…the way he was able to pull me to him against that heavy stream…he just…he amazes me…is he real?’ Cait was completely lost in her thoughts as she watched him.

Sam hanging up the phone snapped her out of it.

“Ron is really concerned about both of us, but he’s happy we’re both alive and going to the hospital. He wants to be updated with all results, and how we are tomorrow. The read-through may have to be pushed back, depending. He’s also going to call the stylist in London about our hair. He’s going to call back later about it,” Sam informed Cait, still with a look of remorse and embarrassment.

“Alright…was he pissed about our hair?” Cait asked.

“Nah, he just said ‘accidents happen’. He was more concerned with our health. I just…this is a big deal for you, Cait, and if I’ve ruined it for you, I wouldn’t ever forgive myself –,” Sam started, shaking his head.

“Sam,” Cait cut him off, “you haven’t ruined anything. It’s fine, everything will be fine.”

Sam gave her a small, lopsided smile, “I really am sorry though, for all that water you had to throw up, for any cold you get because of this, for everything. I suppose you don’t want any more Sam Heughan tours,” Sam looked down sheepishly.

Caitriona reached back over and patted his hand, then squeezed it slightly before letting go.

“I do, just, maybe no more dangerous bridges,” Cait smirked at him.

Sam laughed, “deal, I promise,” he looked at her and smiled.

Her face broke into a smile back at him, and just like that, they were stuck in a moment. No one was able to move. Not until Sam’s phone rang, and they both flinched, snapping out of it.

“Hi, Ron,” Sam answered, a little nervously.

He spent another minute on the phone, which left Cait’s thoughts to drift again. She cleared her throat and turned her head away. She smiled to herself briefly, then sucked her lips into her mouth and looked down.

‘He really is a great guy. It’s going to be a lot of fun working with him. We’re going to be great working partners and friends. That’s it though Caitriona, that’s all he is and will ever be to you. Just a co-s –,’

“Okay so with the hair appointment, the stylist has told Ron that you’ll need to get it redone, but I don’t because my perm isn’t as intense, and because of the amount of hair I have. So, your appointment in London is in a few days. It would just be a fly there, fly back kind of day,” Sam explained, breaking Cait from her self-pep-talk.

“Oh, okay. It has to be done,” Cait nodded and shrugged.

“Yeah, only if you’re well enough. Otherwise that can be pushed back as well,” Sam reassured.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” Cait half-smiled, and checked her phone for the time.

“I hope so. Oh, car’s here,” Sam said as he jolted to his feet.

He put his phone in his pocket, then reached down and put his hands out to Cait. She took his hands and he gently, but strongly eased her up.

“Are you alright? How are your legs?” Sam asked, steadying her.

Cait peered up at him, “yeah, uh…a little shaky but…I’m okay,” she nodded, looking down shyly.

As the drive to the hospital wasn’t a short one, both cars and drivers arrived. The drivers quickly got out and ran over Sam and Cait. They frantically asked what happened and if they were hurt, with concern and shock.

“It’s alright, I’ll tell you on the way,” Cait said to her driver.

“Yes, me too. We need to get her into the warmth right now,” Sam said to his driver, then looked at Cait’s.

Sam walked Cait to her car and opened the door for her. He held her elbow as she weakly climbed in.

“Are you warm enough? Do you think you’ll be sick again? I can see if they have a bag somewhere,” Sam half turned to look at Cait’s driver.

“No, it’s okay, Sam. I’ll be alright. It’s really warm in here,” Cait reassured.

“Alright, keep the parka, and I’ll see you when we get there,” Sam brushed her knee slightly, before closing the door.

Sam handed Cait’s soaked parka to her driver, “would you mind just putting this on the front seat, in font of the heater, where it can dry a bit?”

“Sure, sir,” Cait’s driver nodded and took the parka.

“You can call me Sam,” he said politely.

Sam ran and jumped into his car.

Upon arrival, Sam jumped out of his car, ran over to open Cait’s door, then held out his hand for her. Cait exhaled out of her nose and smiled at him.

“Thank you, Sam, but really, I’m alright,” Cait tried reassuring again.

“I just didn’t want your legs to lose balance or anything,” Sam said, concern in his baby blues.

“Well, I appreciate it,” Cait said shyly.

“It’s the least I can do, Cait. Sorry, Caitriona!” Sam quickly tried to patch his slip-up.

‘Oh, fuck!’ Sam tensed.

Sam and Cait checked in and walked towards the waiting room.

Cait smiled widely, “you DID call out ‘Cait’ when I fell in! I heard you, even under the water, but thought I was going crazy.”

“Sorry, I…it was just quicker to say in the moment, I panicked,” Sam confessed, embarrassed.

“And now?” Cait asked teasingly, smirking at him.

“Now…well that was an accident,” Sam bit his lip and smiled nervously.

Cait giggled, “you can call me ‘Cait’. I like it. Believe it or not, I’m not often called that. My family doesn’t believe in shortening names, I guess. And it’s only a few of my friends who call me ‘Cait’, and you’re my friend,” Cait gently nudged his shoulder with hers, smiling a little too flirtatiously.

‘Thank Christ for that,’ Sam thought, feeling instantly relieved.

Sam laughed, then sighed, “well, I’m glad we’re still friends, even though I barged you into a dangerous, dirty river,” he gently nudged her back.

“Caitriona Balfe?” a nurse suddenly came out.

“I’ll meet you here when we’re done, okay? Good luck…Cait,” Sam gave her a shy smile.

Cait returned the smile, “you too, see you after.”

Cait was checked over with a routine blood test, an X-ray, and an ultrasound of her stomach to see if there was any damage from the river water and how much she swallowed. They wanted to test for any lurking contaminants in her stomach, and intestines, that could potentially travel to her bladder and urinary tract. They also checked for any fluid on her lungs.

Sam needed less invasive checks but was also examined for any contaminants in his body, from the river.

They both received their results within the hour.

Sam was already in the waiting room, scrolling on his phone, trying to distract himself from worrying about Cait.

‘Please let her be alright, please let her be alright, please let her be alright!’ He begged, with every heavy thump of his heart.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the deep green of his parka that Cait was still snuggled into. She smiled crookedly at him and sat next him.

“Hey! Did everything go alright?” Sam quickly asked.

“Just a few tests, I’ll get the results soon,” Cait expressed.

“Me too. How are you feeling?” he asked, turning more towards her.

“A bit better, now. Not so shaky, and I’ve warmed up. I think it was just shock, more than anything,” Cait shrugged, “and, how are you?”

“Och, fine,” Sam nodded.

“Hopefully. You were in that water too,” Cait raised her eyebrows, concern spreading across her face.

“I didn’t swallow any though. I’m sure I’m all good, but we’ll find out soon enough. I…I hope you’re okay…Cait,” Sam said sheepishly, still feeling a little nervous about calling her that.

Cait gave him a look that said, ‘it’ll be okay’.

“Sam Heughan and Caitriona Balfe?” a doctor came out and said.

Sam and Cait stood up and followed him into his room.

The doctor information Cait that they couldn’t find any contaminants in her system, luckily, she vomited all of them out. They were both right as rain. The only recommendation the doctor gave Cait was to take a good probiotic for a week, and to have steaming hot shower, get a lot of bed rest with a lot of layers and a hot water bottle over the next 24 hours, to avoid getting a chill and then the flu.

Sam let out a sigh of such relief, knowing she was okay and that he hadn’t ruined anything for her.

‘I hope she doesn’t get sick…I’ll do everything I can to make sure she doesn’t! what if she does…what then? It would be inappropriate to kind of…take care of her…but…we share a trailer…we live together…fuck. Please don’t get sick…Cait,’ Sam struggled, then smiled, knowing he had full permission to call her by a nickname.

“That’s good news,” Sam said grinning at Cait, as they walked back towards their cars.

“Yes, see? Everything is fine. I just need to get out of these wet clothes…” Cait started, and immediately caught herself. It was too late.

‘What? What the fuck did you just say? Oh my god,’ Cait cursed herself internally.

Sam widened his eyes, then giggled quietly when he caught Cait’s face over what she just said.

“Uh…I mean…I need to put on something dry and curl up in bed…do you think there’s a hot water bottle in the trailer?” Cait asked, deliberately changing the subject.

“I’ll have a look for one while you’re in the shower. Are you hungry?” Sam asked.

“A little. Soup or broth is probably what I need the most right now,” Cait replied.

“Yeah, I saw heaps of cans of soup in the little pantry,” Sam nodded, opening the car door for Cait.

Cait smiled at him, “thank you. Alright, well, I’ll see you in a little bit,” Cait gently touched his forearm and climbed in.

Sam closed the car door and when she made eye contact with him out the window, he winked and waved, before running to his car.

Sam rang Ron and filled him in on the details.

“Alright, good news! I’m glad you’re both okay. We’ll have the read-through the day after tomorrow, if Cait is up to it, and then she’ll go to London two days following that. I’ll flick her a text now, and I’ll check in tomorrow evening. Goodnight, Sam,” Ron replied on the other end of the phone.

Caitriona wasted no time in gathering her warmest pjs and toiletries and hopping straight into the shower. The hot water took a while to heat up, and Caitriona stood just outside the shower, covered in goosebumps, arms wrapped around herself, bouncing up and down and shivering. When it was finally hot, Cait pounced underneath and lavished the steaming hot liquid covering her body. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in, inhaling the steam. Her fair skin was quickly becoming red, but it was a very welcomed contrast from turning blue from the icy water today. She relayed the experiences in her head, as she stood under the hot stream, concentrating on her breathing. Today was certainly a terrifying experience, being trapped underwater. However, she felt no trauma over it. All she could think about was how quickly those strong arms grabbed her before there was enough time to actually start to really panic. How quickly he got to her, pulled her from the jaws that wanted to swallow her whole. How he swept her up like she was weightless, held her close.

‘Yes, he’s very thoughtful and caring. I’ll forever be grateful for him. I’m lucky to have someone to work with who will have my back,’ Cait thought, as she lathered soap on her body, determined to not let her thoughts drift.

Cait put on her fresh, warm pjs and wrapped her washed hair in a towel and walked out of the bathroom. The clouds of steam broke out behind her. Her cheeks were rosy red from the heat. Then she saw Sam. He had changed his clothes and was now wearing tracksuit pants and a loose, long sleeved shirt. He was standing in the kitchenette sipping coffee. He turned around once he heard her. He couldn’t help but look at her from head to toe and then back up again. Cait was wearing black cuffed sleep pants, thick purple bed socks, and an oversized fleece top.

‘Adorable creature! Look at her looking so snug…no, stop looking!’ Sam caught himself and he cleared his throat and briefly looked away.

Sam stuttered and struggled to get his words out at first, “Uh…I…uh,” Sam pointed to the little dining table.

Caitriona looked over and there was a steaming bowl of soup, a mug of black coffee and some chicken bone broth, waiting for her. Cait’s eyes lit up. Then she looked back at Sam and smiled. Sam shyly looked down and smiled, taking another sip of his coffee.

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