Quotes About Intimacy

I came back to to the still-warm bed, holding in my mind the picture of the laird of Lallybroch, half-naked in the moonlight, pouring out his heart to an unknown future, holding in his lap the promise of his blood.

He told me. About everything.

Dear God," he said, still softly. "I couldna look at ye, Sassenach, and keep my hands from you, nor have ye near me, and not want ye." He lifted his head then, and planted a kiss over my heart, then let his hand float down the gentle curve of my belly, lightly tracing the small marks left there by Brianna's birth.

We didn't speak anymore, then, as the melting boundaries of our bodies disappeared. It was slow, dreamy and peaceful, his body and mine as much as mine was his, so that I curled my foot round his leg and felt both smooth sole and hairy shin, felt callused palm and tender flesh, was knife and sheath together, the rhythm of our movement that of one heart beating. The

Then let amorous kisses dwell On our lips, begin and tell A Thousand, and a Hundred, score An Hundred, and a Thousand more.

I could know ye all my life, I think, and always love you. And

And Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I couldn't bear to be alone and I couldn't bear for him to be alone and I more or less flung myself at him because I very much needed someone to touch me just then.

Claire. To feel the small bones of your neck beneath my hands, and that fine, thin skin on your breasts and your arms Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Lord, you are my wife, whom I cherish and I love wi' all my life, and still I want to kiss ye hard enough to bruise your tender lips, and see the marks of my fingers on your skin.

However unknown my future, it would be shared, and the bond between my man and me went much deeper than the flesh. Beyond all this was the one great difference, though—I had chosen to be there.

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Jamie," I said. "I'm tired. Will you take me to bed?

You can talk to a babe, ye ken,' she said suddenly, breaking into my thought. 'Really talk, I mean. You can tell them anything, no matter how foolish it would sound did ye say it to a soul could understand ye.

He hadn't shaved since morning, and the faint red stubble rasped pleasantly beneath my fingertips.

He shook his head, and squeezed my hand tight. "You are my courage, as I am your conscience," he whispered. "You are my heart—and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach?" "I do know that

as strong as lust, was the desire simply to be taken, to have him master me, quell my doubts in a moment of rough usage, take me hard and swiftly enough to make me forget myself.

Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me, a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you. Until we two burn to ashes.

Blood of my blood," he whispered, "and bone of my bone. You carry me within ye, Claire, and ye canna leave me now, no matter what happens. You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I wilna let ye

Your wife?" I said, goggling at him. He flushed deeply and looked away. If I had been in any doubt about the nature of the look I had seen him give Jamie, I wasn't any longer.

It's nice to have someone to come home to and get the honest truth about all aspects of life.

Every successful person needs to have at least one person in their life who's not afraid of them.

I was always attracted to women.

Arjun is very close to my heart, and even the audiences associate me with the character.

When I make a song, I actually literally talk to one person on purpose... I don't focus on, are people in Chicago gonna like this? Are people in Atlanta gonna like this? I think of one person who's a Too Short authority, who thinks I can't do any wrong, because I've customized all these songs for this one person.

Actors should avoid talking about their personal lives.