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[beautifullies]

Who: Claire Fraser + YOU
Where: Her room, clinic, outside
When: After the hurricane blows over
Rating: Light cursing, wherever that puts us.
Summary: Something's wrong with the closet and Claire blames whatever tf happened over the weekend. Plus, she needs to check on the garden.
The Story:

☼ home ☼

Ever since arriving in Wonderland and for few exceptions otherwise, Claire has always dressed in 18th-century fashion. Not because it's overly comfortable; it's sentimental. Frank had purposefully destroyed every single thing Claire had to remind her of the life she'd lived with Jamie (save for Brianna, of course, and her ring), and she'd be damned if anyone would ever take that away from her again. Twenty years was long enough. Besides that, her husband won't suddenly and all at once adapt to 20th-century life. Paired with Wonderland being modern in and of itself, seeing their daughter in bikinis, shorts, and tank tops is enough for the poor man's heart, she feels.

Which is why there's some frustration happening in their room today.

Every now and then she keeps the door open to invite friends new and old alike to their 4th floor home. It's almost like being Laird and Lady again, to have people come in and out of their home just to visit. They don't collect rent and they aren't overseeing anyone's safety and well-being, but it's nice all the same to get to know their fellow residents. But today, that open door is revealing a current struggle.

"You damned bloody closet, cooperate," she huffs. But it doesn't. And outfit after outfit is modern, including the one she's currently wearing. Giving up, she rubs her face and decides to just spend her day in the damned blue dress and heels, if that's what she's meant to do for God knows what reason.

"Christ, fine."

The rest of her morning is spent tending to her indoor plants, fussing over them and trimming what needs to be, taking care to check soil and light and everything else that goes into taking care of her herbs. Sometimes Bree or sometimes Jamie will lead people through their own version of Lallybroch to speak with Claire and she greets everyone, happy to chat the day away.

☤ clinic ☤

Making her way to the clinic and pushing the door open, she props it then stares in confusion once the lights are on. Broken glass.

"How in Christ's name..."

It's interior, with the views she assumed were magical because how in hell does an interior room have windows? And yet whatever hurricane winds swept through shattered two of them and she sets out for a broom and dustpan to try and get it cleaned up. Why didn't Wonderland repair itself? Or is it still trying? She has no idea. If they don't repair themselves she'll need to ask someone if they can help, but for now, she simply closes the shades once the glass has been removed. At least the weather is nicer now.

Once she's done, Claire sits behind her desk right at the front and gets to work on a list of things to plant outdoors now that spring has arrived and she has a better idea of the climate during each season in Wonderland. She's lost in thought and tapping her pen against her cheek, contemplating beets and radishes this year instead of carrots and peas. Maybe she'll just go for all four. That's why as someone walks in, she murmurs. "If you had your own garden, would you rather yield radishes or carrots?"

✿ Gardens ✿

Early in the evening, but before supper with Jamie and Bree, Claire heads outside to the gardens, trading her high heels for boots and wearing an apron over her dress. A dress that is so impractical for outdoor work, but a fight she didn't want to continue having with Wonderland's magic.

Basket in hand, she crouches, trying to remember not to bend lest she give everyone a free show. Examing plants, she moves to the greenhouse where things are up on raised tables and she doesn't have to worry about being down on her hands and knees in a dress. As she works, she hums to herself, a mindless tune that sounds suspiciously like Stop, in the Name of Love. It's peaceful, which means it's easy to get lost in her own thoughts out here, busy working as she is. She loves company, though, never minding it as she adds things to her basket and makes notes of what she's going to plant and where.

❤ Wildcard ❤


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[beautifullies]

Claire rolls her eyes at her husband, scoffing.

"Nearly naked?"

Her shift is longer than this dress, but she crosses her arms over her chest loosely in amusement.

"I used to wear outfits like this to work at the hospital, Jamie. Brianna wears dresses like this to school."

Skirts, but no need to tell him those are even shorter. He'll find out soon enough now that the weather is warming.

YOU DON'T KNOW HIM

[1743]

He lets out a soft huff of breath. "Aye, I've seen our daughter's manner of undress. Ye know my thoughts on it. Do ye truly intend to be out and about like...like this?

Even as he asks the question, he steps closer, hooking an arm around her waist. "I like verra much to see ye this way, Claire, but I dinna wish for anyone else's eyes to be upon you."

[beautifullies]

What a sweet fool. Claire smiles softly and presses her hands to his chest.

"And what do you intend to do about it? I've spent twenty years dressing this way."

[1743]

"Can I persuade ye to stay here wi' me and no' go out?" He asks softly, ducking his head to capture her lips in a kiss.

[beautifullies]

Claire hums against his mouth before pulling back and nuzzling his nose gently.

"That depends. Do you want me to stay because you truly believe I'm defying some sort of made-up dress code, or, is it because you appreciate seeing so much of me and simply can't help yourself?"

Choose your answer wisely, Jamie.

[1743]

He truly does not want his wife out in public like this, but he's far more interested in enjoying her bare skin. He captures her lips in another kiss, then huskily confesses, "How do ye expect me to keep my hands off ye dressed like this, Sassenach? Christ, I canna think of anything but having ye."

You'd think he was in his twenties again.

[beautifullies]

"Perhaps I should go back to my more modern wardrobe." She kisses him again, then pulls back to put on her high heels, using his arm to balance herself and suddenly she's eye level with him.

"That is, if you like them so much."

[1743]

"Let me have a look at ye." He kisses her forehead, then takes a step back, just enough to be able to see her fully, wearing shoes he's not familiar with and showing off her skin.

"Christ, ye're beautiful, Claire. But ye'd truly commit yer husband to a life of following you and you alone, is that it?" He's smiling as he says that. "No' leaving yer side but a minute."

[beautifullies]

Ducking her head, Claire exhales a laugh through her nose before looking back up at him.

"I'll have you know you're a fool, Jamie Fraser. And, that I find these clothing uncomfortable now. I don't feel...like myself, I mean. Who I am now." She presses her lips to his chest as her arms wrap around him in an embrace.

"As soon as the closets work for me again, I'll dress the way I prefer again," she assures him.

[1743]

"A fool, I may be, but I am yours," he smiles against her lips as he captures her mouth in a kiss. "I'd like ye to wear something like this when it's only us, though, Sassenach. Something to yer liking, of course."

[beautifullies]

"You really do like it this much?" she asks curiously.

"What is it, exactly, that you enjoy so much?"

[1743]

"Ye ken that feeling of awe, Sassenach, when the first star shines its light in the night sky and ye hold yer breath waiting for more? It's that...hint," as he speaks, he steps closer, resting a hand on her back and then moving it over the swell of her backside to her upper thighs, "of magnificence. It thrills ye." He reaches now to lift up her skirt more, letting his thumb caress the bare skin that's so easy to reach now.

"Yer body, all wrapped up and hidden, is so like the blank canvas of night, Claire. And this - what ye're wearing now - is that light teasing from the heavens wi' a beauty that rivals all else."

Is he saying that his wife is more beautiful than heaven itself? Yes, yes he is.

[beautifullies]

"Christ, Jamie," Claire breathes out. If this is how he'll react every time she wears modern clothes only for him, it's worth it.

Winding her arms around his neck, she lets her lips brush his as she speaks.

"And do you like it when I'm just as tall as you?"

[1743]

Jamie grins as he steals another kiss from her. "Aye, I dinna care how tall you are, Sassenach, so long as I can still toss ye over my shoulder. And I can."

[beautifullies]

"You wouldn't dare."

A challenge? Maybe, and she doesn't back away from him, her eyes very nearly daring him to do it.