Клуб поклонниц Outlander-а, а также клана Фрэзеров (18+)

И все на женские плечи

This picture shows the release of a Jacobite soldier, imprisoned by the English after the defeat of Bonnie Prince Charlie’s army at the battle of Culloden in 1746. The Jacobite’s wife hands an order of release to the gaoler.Millais based the figure of the woman on his wife, Effie. He was very interested in female psychology and the woman’s detached gaze suggests her quiet determination.

Das ist sehr vernunftig gedacht, Sassenach, sagte er, offenbar leicht erstaunt daruber, da. ich auch vernunftig sein konnte.
Oh, mach dir keine Gedanken deswegen, Sassenach.
Du gehst jetzt am besten, Sassenach, rief Jamie. Das ist kein Ort fur Frauen.
Gleichzeitig erkundigte sich Jamie, ahnlich anklagend: Wieviel wiegst du, Sassenach?

перевод Гэблдон - далеко не перевод обычного любовного романа

"Fun," I said, a little faintly. "Yes, quite."
His arms tightened around me, and one of the stroking hands dipped lower, beginning to inch my skirt upward. Clearly the thrill of the fight was being transmuted into a different kind of excitement.
"Jamie! Not here!" I said, squirming away and pushing my skirt down again.
"Are ye tired, Sassenach?" he asked with concern. "Dinna worry, I won't takelong." Now both hands were at it, rucking the heavy fabric up in front.
"No!" I replied, all too mindful of the twenty men lying a few feet away. "I'mnot tired, it's just—" I gasped as his groping hand found its way between my legs.
"Lord," he said softly. "It's slippery as waterweed."
"Jamie! There are twenty men sleeping right next to us!" I shouted in a whisper.
"They wilna be sleeping long, if you keep talking." He rolled on top of me, pinning me to the rock. His knee wedged between my thighs and began to workgently back and forth. Despite myself, my legs were beginning to loosen. Twentyseven years of propriety were no match for several hundred thousand years of instinct. While my mind might object to being taken on a bare rock next to several sleeping soldiers, my body plainly considered itself the spoils of war and was eagerto complete the formalities of surrender. He kissed me, long and deep, his tongue sweet and restless in my mouth.
"Jamie," I panted. He pushed his kilt out of the way and pressed my hand against him.
"Bloody Christ," I said, impressed despite myself. My sense of propriety slipped another notch.
"Fighting gives ye a terrible cockstand, after. Ye want me, do ye no?" he said, pulling back a little to look at me. It seemed pointless to deny it, what with all the evidence to hand. He was hard as a brass rod against my bared thigh.
"Er… yes… but…"
He took a firm grip on my shoulders with both hands. "Be quiet, Sassenach," he said with authority. "It isna going to take verra long."
It didn't. I began to climax with the first powerful thrust, in long, racking spasms. I dug my fingers hard into his back and held on, biting the fabric of his shirt to muffle any sounds. In less than a dozen strokes, I felt his testicles contract, tight against his body, and the warm flood of his own release. He lowered himself slowly to the side and lay trembling.
The blood was still beating heavily in my ears, echoing the fading pulse between my legs. Jamie's hand lay on my breast, limp and heavy. Turning my head, I could see the dim figure of the sentry, leaning against a rock on the far side of the fire. He had his back tactfully turned. I was mildly shocked to realize that I was not even embarrassed. I wondered rather dimly whether I would be in the morning, and then wondered no more.

— Забава, — повторила я ослабевшим голосом. — Вот уж действительно.
Он обнял меня сильнее, одна рука скользнула вниз, к подолу моей рубашки. Стало ясно, что горячка недавнего сражения обратилась теперь в иной вид возбуждения.
— Джейми! Только не здесь! — Я отодвинулась и одернула подол.
— Ты устала, Саксоночка? — озабоченно спросил он. — Не беспокойся. На этот раз недолго.
Он работал уже обеими руками, задирая мне подол.
— Нет! — решительно заявила я, помня о двадцати мужчинах, лежащих в нескольких футах от нас. — Я не устала, но рядом с нами спят двадцать человек!
— Недолго они проспят, если ты будешь продолжать разговор. — Он навалился на меня, коленом раздвинул мне ноги, и я почувствовала, что поддаюсь — даже не ему, а себе. Двадцать семь лет хорошего воспитания уступили позиции тысячелетнему инстинкту. Разум восставал против того, чтобы мною овладели на голом камне, поблизости от спящих солдат, а тело с этим мирилось и, более того, отвечало на призыв. Джейми поцеловал меня долгим и глубоким поцелуем и шепотом повторил, что это «не будет долго». Он сказал правду — все кончилось быстро, и он лежал теперь рядом, положив руку мне на грудь, руку нежную и тяжелую. Повернув голову, я увидела смутную фигуру часового, привалившегося к камню по ту сторону костра. Часовой тактично отвернулся и сидел спиной к нам. Я была настолько ошарашена этим, что даже не смутилась. Вяло подумала, не буду ли чувствовать себя неловко завтра утром, — и провалилась в сон