This is it, the home stretch, and I don’t mind saying that I enjoyed every freaking last 20 minutes of it, luxuriating in the gooey rewatches like a baby double-fisting birthday cake.
Small disclaimer for those of you hoping for nekkid funsies–you’ll have to Google. As I’ve mentioned before, I feel weird putting the actors’ bodies out there in still form, so I’m drawing a line there and I’ll try to cover the bikini bits. Probably NSFW. Read at your own risk. Onwards.
Jamie tells Claire that after the way she kissed him, (full tiptoe) he had hoped she “did not regret marrying him, after all.” Her expression clues you in as to what she may be thinking.
Because let’s face it: when you’ve been alone and stranded on a mad lib of an Adventurequest and have a young strapping lad telling you you are lovely and dropping metaphors like Browning, the last thing that comes to mind is to issue a shagamatum, amirite?
It’s great to watch all the subtle expressions cross his face when he realizes it’s on, and if this recap takes another 70 caps, it’s because Sam and Cait are geniuses and I need to capture everything.
Claire walks to one end of the room, briefly looking uncertain, but I like to imagine it’s the millions of fangurls like me giving her courage to go through with it. Do it for us, Claire. And by “it”, I mean Jamie.
She turns decisively on her heel and tells Jamie to “Take your shirt off. I want to look at you.”
His expression is at first confused and then somewhat cocky. He stands up and once again proceeds to make love to the fabric because these are the two most tactile people in Scotland and we’re about to be verra verra grateful for that.
He keeps eye contact with her until the last second he pulls the shirt over his head, and we get a glimpse of Jamie from the back and Claire’s expression, which was the same one Cher Horowitz had when she first laid eyes on Christian.
His gaze is no less smoldering, and DAMN IT SAM STOP LOOKING LIKE THAT I HAVE THIS RECAP TO WRITE.
Fine, you win.
His expression becomes a bit more uncertain when Claire starts to walk around him. He keeps his eyes down, and only follows her with tilts of his head.
She comes over to his cabin to see him and he puts on a Solomon Burke record and she apologizes for lying to her father about the money… No wait. I’m remembering something else.
*sigh* Oh, Johnny. Still gets me.
Back with the Frasers, Claire walks around him in a leisurely, slow circle, and he is quiet until she is done. It is a beautiful moment, intimate and vulnerable and with the traditional genders reversed, which is a refreshing twist.
When she finishes making the circle, the tension is palpable, and he doesn’t break eye contact with her when he says “Fair’s fair,” and asks her to take hers off, as well. I actually flinched when he rolled those two r’s in a row. I flinched like someone had drawn a gun.
I don’t know why, but in my head the sexier things get, the more formal the language of the internal monologue. This next part, however, honestly doesn’t really need my captions because the thoughts are broadcast all over his face. Kudos to Sam, who probably gets flashed bewbs at the drugstore buying cough drops, for convincing me Jamie’s never been at arm’s reach from a pair. Now that’s acting.
He even steps back to get a better gander at her, which, if any boys are reading this PULL THIS MOVE. You’re welcome.
It knocks Claire a little off her game, because she smiles a little nervously and asks him if he’s never seen a naked woman before. Jamie replies that he has, but he grins self-consciously and adds, “but not one so close…” That’s all the encouragement needs to get back in the driver’s seat. She takes Jamie’s hand and places it on her breast, and his voice drops a good octave as he finishes his statement. “…and not one that’s mine.”
He grabs her, they kiss and get your lace fans and your smelling salts, ladies because the brakes are OFF, and they are both taking this gig out for a spin.
Jamie flips her over and unlike last time, seals the deal for Claire and she gets to finish as well. I am so happy for her, because after all she has been through, she really deserves to have her bell rung.
Jamie, alarmed by her noises, gets startled and thinks he’s hurt her. When he stops and apologizes, Claire laughs and says “You didn’t”. He asks if she is sure and as she gasps out “yes” and tries to calm her breathing, Jamie clues her for looks, smiles, and the candle lights.
He asks her, “I did not know a woman could….does it happen every time?” Claire, flush with energy, flips him over and says “only when the man is a very good lover,” which okay I’ll let you have that but the correct answer was “IT SHOULD ALWAYS YES AND IT’S YOUR JOB TO SEE IT DOES.”
Jamie, worried tells Claire that she is “so small” and he just doesn’t want to hurt her. Claire is feeling generous because what woman doesn’t want to be told she’s dainty and crushable, so she decides to teach Jamie a bit about pain. She grins and kisses his palm, then nips his wrist where the wedding cut is still healing, and his chest, playfully asking “Did that hurt?” Poor Jamie, a little perplexed as to where this is going, goes for honesty and admits “A bit.”
And I think this is where I fall in love with them as a couple all over again, because while people make a big deal of Jamie (and he is), he is relentlessly practical and Claire brings some playfulness to his day-to-day (and now night-to-night) that is so heartwarming to see.
Exactly because Jamie is a quick study, when Claire moves her hand down and asks if he wants her to stop, however, he seems to get with the program.
And he seems to enjoy it. I know I did. /high five
He mumbles something in Gaelic and when Claire asks what he said, he tells her he thought his heart would burst.
They are both perfectly happy and in sync, so Jamie has to go be a dude and fall asleep in the time it takes Claire to take one deep breath.
HOW DO DUDES DO THIS?
Doesn’t seem to bother Claire, though. She gets up to get some water from the ewer only to see it is empty, so she pulls on Jamie’s plaid and heads downstairs to get some, since all is quiet and most everyone has gone off to bed. Down there she meets IntroKitty.
That was largely pointless except it made me lol, so let me rephrase and say it was crucial.
Claire wanders about, finds a pitcher of water and gets ready to walk back upstairs to hydrate when she is interrupted by the sound of a door closing and Dougal saying, “Mistress Fraser.”
Turns out he’s just back from informing Randall “that Claire is no longer at his beck and call.” Claire wants to know what he said, and Dougal jokes that there are “likely even limits to [her] tolerance for foul language.” Kind of sounds like a challenge to me.
It’s not that I don’t enjoy Graham McTavish (I do), but Dougal is like the Tywin Lannister of Outlander. I know that the acting will be superb, the quips will be sharp and most of all, that %$#@! will go down because the end, to him always justifies the means. This is why I wasn’t at all surprised at what happened next. Claire, worried, asks if Randall “plans to take any further steps” and Dougal replies that he doesn’t think so, as he has “better things ta do than to chase one stray Sassenach around….(WAIT FOR IT)………no matter how pretty.”
Claire looks modestly down, but you can tell she’s not comfortable with what he just said. Dougal adds that Randall is not likely to want to “rile up Collum by kidnappin’ his nephew’s wife.” Claire smiles, thanks him and prepares to go back upstairs to her husband when Dougal has to go Dougal sh*t up.
He tells Claire that while he “commends her for doing her duty” (and how!), that it “needn’t stop her from taking other pleasures,” and that he “finds her the most singular woman.” This would all be more romantic if she wasn’t coming down to get something to drink because she’s parched from all the sex she just had with her new husband, WHO HE PAIRED HER UP WITH. Oh, Dougal. Your brain is the most complicated of corn mazes. HAHAHAA MAIZE. Sorry. Back to Dougal and Claire:
Likely because he hardly ever gets denied what he wants, Dougal is surprised when Claire pulls her chin away, brow wrinkled and quietly but firmly reminds him “I’m Jamie’s wife.” And when I meant surprised, I meant furious.
He drops his hand and she steps back as they hear the door open, and Rupert comes in, flush with drink and singing a cheerful tune like a man who doesn’t know he’s walking on a land mine.
Claire takes advantage of his entrance to make a beeline for the stairs. Right before she starts to climb them, her manners get the best of her and she turns to thank him for “[his] kindness towards” her, saying “the ring is magnificent.” This is how you know it’s love, kids.
Rupert, touched by the compliment, tells her she is welcome and offers her “a most hearty congratulations on [her] weddin’ day.” This is what they look like while this is happening.
Claire thanks Rupert and turns to go, and as she does, Rupert leans over to Dougal and says that “young Jamie may not have much experience, but that one looks well ridden” and well, Dougal’s had enough of people using their mouths for things he doesna care to hear.
Rupert, who did not expect to get punched for doing what he does, is ticked and asks Dougal what that was for. Dougal takes a pull from a bottle and tells him to go check the horses. When he says he already did, Dougal tells him to “do it again”, and he grimaces but obeys and walks out, neither noticing that Claire is hidden by her doorway in the balcony above them, and has seen everything before letting herself back into her room and leaving Dougal alone downstairs.
Upstairs, Claire is gazing into the fire wrapped in the Fraser tartan, and Jamie wakes to see her there.
He quietly stands to get something out of his sporran, then walks up behind Claire and drapes the object, a pearl necklace, over her neck. He takes a seat by her as they both pause to admire it.
They are “scotch pearls”, he tells her, and they belonged “to my mother, now to my wife.” They are “one of the few things” he has “left of her…very precious to me….” and here his voice drops to a gruff whisper, “…as are you, Claire.”
She is startled by his admission and he knows it, dropping his head and not looking her in the eye. But Claire isn’t made of stone, damn it, so she does the best she can without saying a word.
It of course segue-ways into round three, but the tone is much different than the first two. The first time was a kind of ripping off of a band-aid and the second time was two incredibly hot people acknowledging each other’s naked game–but this is LOVEMAKING. Every touch is slow, deliberate and no words are spoken, so I had to take the gag off my id.
The next morning, they are playful and in a hurry to get downstairs to breakfast.
Jamie jokes about being so hungry that he’s about to take a bite out of her. Claire reminds him he already did, and he tells he looks forward to doing it again real soon.
He dashes out and reminds her to hurry, lest she be left only with crumbs. It is cheerful and domestic and she is happy. You can tell, cause I wrote it right there.
One Jamie is gone, she reaches for her wedding dress to pack it up, and as she shakes the dust off, a bit of symbolism rolls out to greet her.
Not only is Claire in shock, but we are as well. The last twenty minutes did such a fine job of cocooning us in the Fraser’s wedding night that we forget all about Claire’s other husband. Her gold wedding band, stuck in the floorboards of her current honeymoon suite, reflects her distorted shape as she bends over to pry it out.
She shakily puts it back on the third finger of her left hand, notices Jamie’s parallel to it on the third finger of her right, and contemplates the physical evidence of her dilemma.
And that’s it, guys. Tomorrow is the mid-season finale, which I will also recap, and then a bit of a drought. I plan on doing some character appreciation posts and for some reason, an alphabet, so there will be more silliness in the months to come. In the meantime, follow me here or @conniebv on twitter. Thanks for reading and as always. comments are love!