Page 28 of Highlander’s Fruit of Eden

Together Again

A melia had found some peace now that she was free and back with Jon, but she could sense that he was still troubled.

They both knew that he had done what was needed, not only to save their own lives but to also safeguard the future of the Clan.

It would take time for everyone to reconcile the events, especially Jon, but it would come—someday in the future.

She rolled over onto her side and found Jon.

He was completely naked, and the evening was warm enough that he did not need to cover himself in a blanket—something that she was eternally grateful for.

Amelia ran her hand over his hairy chest, lingering as she moved her palm over his nipple and savoring his tight stomach.

Her fingers moved teasingly close to his stiff member, but she did not touch him there just yet.

Instead, she gripped onto his tree-trunk thigh and rubbed his muscle there.

After, she brought her hand back up to his chest and then onto his cheek.

It rested there, but her eyes danced over his naked body, the anticipation lingering in her mind and loins.

“What are you thinking about?” asked Amelia.

“Well, I was thinkin’ of somethin’, but, for the life of me, I cannae remember what that was. I wonder what caused me to forget so quickly.” Jon lay on his back and a wide smile crossed his face. His eyes lit up, and small creases appeared at the corners. Amelia’s heart melted.

“I do not think that there is an explanation,” said Amelia, running her hand back down between his legs and leaving it there this time.

Jon rolled onto his side so that he could face her, but not so that she would have to let him go.

He reached a hand around to the back of her head and pulled her in for another kiss.

He had been doing that a lot lately, and she loved every second of it.

His tongue pushed its way into her mouth gently this time, touching the tips of hers and teasing. It probed her mouth, warm and moist. Amelia moved her hand between his legs, and she could feel the pulsing come from him as the excitement rose.

A soft breeze caressed her back as Jon caressed her breasts.

The small beads of sweat on the back of her neck were cooled as the breeze whipped up slightly before dying down.

She could feel his fingers move around her nipples, squeezing them gently before his large hand cupped her bosom.

Every time he touched her, a wave of pleasure coursed through her veins.

The hand moved down to her side, where it gently touched her skin, tracing her with his fingers. He stroked her up and down, his rough fingers touching her soft skin, pale and creamy in the light of the setting sun.

Amelia moved her hand around his thigh to his rear, grabbing hold of it and pulling herself closer to him, pressing her skin to his. He was warm and strong, and she felt like she was home.

“Do you think about the future?” asked Amelia.

“All of the time,” responded Jon. “And ye are a big part of that. Ye are me future, Amelia.”

“What about a family?”

“When me uncle died, I thought my family had too, but that was not true. I realized that when I was with ye again. Ye are me family now, and this Clan is me family—if they will have me. I want a family with ye, a large family, and I hope that ye want that too.”

“That is all that I have been waiting to hear,” said Amelia. “Nothing would make me happier than having a family with you. You are going to make such a good faither, and I cannot wait to have children with you.”

“Ye are going to have to promise me one thing, though.”

“What is that?” asked Amelia.

“If we do have children, we cannae call them children. We have to call them bairns. I mean, ye do want to be part of this Clan, don’t ye?” Jon flashed his smile again.

“Bairns,” said Amelia. “Baaaaaaaiiiiiirns.”

“Ye ken, on second thoughts, maybe we should stick to children. Or not have any, just to be safe.”

Amelia gasped. “Do not even joke about that.” She gripped Jon’s rear and gave it a tight squeeze. That succeeded in pushing him even more into her, and she enjoyed the warmth that brought, along with his probing member.

Their lips came together once more, and Amelia was thrust into the future. She imagined a large family in her mind, their children running around the castle. It was something that she could not believe that she was dreaming—something magical.

A small moan from Jon brought her back to the present, and she moved her tongue to meet his again, challenging it, a moan escaping her own lips as his hands moved all over her body.

They came apart, and Amelia rolled onto her back, looking up at the draped fabric above.

It rippled in the wind like a lake of white water, and she got lost swimming in it.

Jon roved her body with both hands, touching her all over and not lingering in any one place for too long, but paying special attention to her neck and breasts.

When he moved his hand down between her legs, Amelia’s body pulsed quickly, and her back arched.

She could feel how wet she had become from this man’s touch.

“I love you,” she whispered into the air.

“I love ye too,” came the whispered return.

The weight shifted on the bed, and Amelia opened her eyes to see Jon’s face above her, and a smile appeared on her lips.

He was so handsome that it made her heart ache.

Jon leaned down to kiss her gently and then pushed himself up again, gazing into her eyes—he was smiling too.

Brown locks of hair hung down his forehead, and Amelia wanted to reach up to tuck them behind his ear, but she could not look away from his eyes.

They were sapphires in the snow. And then that chiseled jaw.

She wanted to reach up and touch his face, but she found that she was immobilized by just how beautiful he was.

His hand continued to work between her legs, but she was aching for something more.

As if he sensed exactly that, he reached down between his own legs and maneuvered himself so that he could plunge her depths.

Gently, he entered her cave, moving deeper and deeper into the darkness until he was fully inside.

He pressed his body against hers, holding his weight there for a second, making Amelia feel safe and secure.

“What better time to try for a family than right now,” said Jon.

Amelia nodded her head, unable to move her body any more than that. She was under his spell, and there was nothing that she could do about it, not that she wanted to.

Jon shifted his hips, not driving deeper or pulling out, but shifting his position within her and sending more pulses of elation running through her groin.

He made the same motion, twisting but not thrusting, and Amelia found a small gasp escape from her lips.

It felt like she was lying on a sandy beach, and the waves were ebbing and flowing, covering only her toes with warm water, but she knew that the water would soon engulf her.

He finally pulled his hips upward, moving his warmth almost out of her, but not quite.

He was almost out when he plunged back in, the motion smooth and deliberate.

All that Amelia could feel was pleasure—pleasure for the moment, what was to come, and the result the future would bring.

The wave was getting stronger, covering her legs up to the knees.

“Harder,” she whispered.

Jon obliged immediately, moving faster and thrusting more fully into here.

He doubled his speed, his hips moving up and down in short thrusts.

The breeze came again from through the window, cooling Amelia a little, but that was lost amongst the feeling she had.

The wave was still ebbing and flowing, frothing at the edge, and it was up to her stomach now.

“Yes,” whispered Amelia. “Harder. Please give it to me.”

Jon increased the speed and force of his thrusts, giving her everything that she wanted. Things were complicated, that much was true, but at that moment, everything was so simple. If they could be together, they would be fine. Life would be joyous.

“Yes, yes, yes,” whispered Amelia. She could feel the wave moving over her neck, the ebbs were subtle, and the flow thunderous.

It covered her body, and she could only feel a serene warmth inside of her.

She held onto that feeling as if she were not in her body anymore, Jon thrusting harder and faster and harder and faster until he exploded within her, and the warmth was added to exponentially.

Amelia let go, and the wave of pure ecstasy rushed through her, taking the breath from her lungs. Her back arched more, and she dug her fingers into the sheets, grabbing hold of them for fear that she would be thrust from the bed.

“Oh, yes!” screamed Amelia. Pulses came one after the other, her limbs shaking.

She struggled to control herself, unable to do anything more than regaining her breath.

Jon rolled from her onto the bed beside her, and Amelia felt one final pulse run through her muscles.

She turned to the side to see the happiness radiating from Jon.

She wrapped her arm around him and cuddled into his chest. She had her family and her home. “I think we just started our family,” said Amelia. “I know that it is impossible to tell, but I just know. He is going to be a boy, a strong, strapping lad.”

“That sounds braw,” said Jon. He wrapped his arm around Amelia and held her tight. “Speakin’ of family, there is somethin’ that I need to do before we start this next chapter of our lives.”

“Thank ye for comin’ down here with me,” said Jon.

“Of course,” said Amelia. She looked around, the stone walls reminding her of where she had been imprisoned, the same dry chill in the air.

This was the new crypt, so it made sense that it felt much like the other.

The walls, floor, and ceiling were all stone, and that gave the large room a closed-in feel, but there was beauty there too.

Instead of the room being empty, there were stone coffins where the old Lairds lay, and stone statues of the Lairds arranged along one wall in chronological order.

Amelia walked hand in hand with Jon as they moved down the statues, stopping at the final one.

Jon lit a candle and placed it at the feet of his faither’s statue.

“Me uncle will be buried down here too,” said Jon quietly.

“Even after all that he did?” asked Amelia.

“He might have acted selfishly, but he did help the Clan a lot,” said Jon.

“I have a feelin’ that things happen for a reason.

Ye were brought to the castle at just the right time, and me life is forever changed.

Me uncle led the Clan for a long time, and we have been prosperous in that time.

If he were allowed to lead any longer, we might have faced desolation, but the truth was revealed to me before that happened.

It could just be all coincidence, or it could be how it was meant to be. I like to think the latter.”

“I do too,” said Amelia. She knew that it was better for Jon to think that way rather than face the fact that there might be evil and chaos running amok in the world, but she had to admit that what he said did make sense.

If it had happened slightly different, he might not be the next Laird, and they might not have been able to be together.

She had felt at many points during her stay at the castle that someone had been looking out for her.

“Will ye pray with me?” asked Jon.

Amelia nodded, and the two of them got down on their knees to pray in silent prayer.

Amelia did not really know what to pray for, but she asked for Jon’s faither to watch over Jon.

She had heard that the man was a fair and wise Laird, and she hoped that Jon had the same traits.

She knew that he did and hoped that they came out.

She also hoped that the Clan accepted him as their new Laird after all that had happened.

She did not see why they would not—he was a brilliant man.

“Faither, I wish that ye and Maither had been able to meet Amelia. She is truly a wonderful woman, and I ken that ye both would have liked her. She is going to give ye both lots of grandchildren, and I wish that ye were still around to see that. I’m sorry for what happened to yer brother, and I wish that it could have happened another way, but it could not have.

I’ve made me peace with it, and I hope that ye can too, Faither.

he was a good man in many ways, and I hope that he can rest.”

“I will take care of your son,” said Amelia.

She looked up at the statue of the man before her and could not be sure if they had accurately captured his likeness, but she could see a lot of Jon in the man.

She wished that she could have met him too.

“I will make sure to give your son lots of bairns,” she added.

“Oh, come on, ye dinnae need to say that. I thought that ye were not going to try and say that with an accent.”

“It just slipped out,” said Amelia. “I bet your faither would have found it funny.”

“Ye ken what, he probably would’ve. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

“Sure,” said Amelia. “But you have to promise me that we will come back here again to pay our respects. Your faither and maither should hear about your life, especially since you are about to be the Laird of this castle.”

“Aye,” said Jon. “Aye, I can do that.”