#clair

Jamie," I said, "how, exactly, do you decide whether you're drunk?" Aroused by my voice, he swayed alarmingly to one side, but caught himself on the edge of the mantelpiece. His eyes drifted around the room, then fixed on my face. For an instant, they blazed clear and pellucid with intelligence. "och, easy, Sassenach, If ye can stand up, you're not drunk." He let go of the mantelpiece, took a step toward me, and crumpled slowly onto the hearth, eyes blank, and a wide, sweet smile on his dreaming face. ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#drunk #jamie-fraser #dreams

...well, if women's work was never done, why trouble about how much of it wasn't being accomplished at any given moment? ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#fiery-cross #accomplishments

the easiest way to keep a woman over your shoulder is with a hand on her ass, and the other between her legs. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#cherise-sinclair #master-of-the-mountain #bdsm

Promise me you’ll marry me. Not now. Someday. Because I need to know.” Claire felt a flutter inside, like a bird trying to fly, and a rush of heat that made her dizzy. And something else, something fragile as a soap bubble, and just as beautiful. Joy, in the middle of all this horror and heartbreak. “Yes,” she whispered back. “I promise.” And she kissed him, and kissed him, and kissed him, while the sun came up and bathed Morganville in one last, shining day. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#end #love #shane-collins #beauty

Most people had an acquired kind of beauty, they became better looking the longer you knew them and the better you loved them, but Cole had unfairly skipped to the end of the game, all jaggedly handsome and Hollywood-looking. Not needing any love to get there. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#sam-roth #beauty

He liked to touch, she realized. In bed, he kept his arms around her or a hand on her like now. The way he played with her breasts, or just touched her, or ran his hands over her body, made her feel so...so beautiful, Desirable. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#desirable #sex #touching #beauty

Talk. I'll just wait' shall I? Because my mission to save this town is of no importance whatsoever next to your girl talk."- Myrnin "Oh, shut up, you medieval drama queen" - Claire ↗

— Rachel Caine

#myrnin #drama

Eve cupped her ear at Claire. "I'm sorry, was that an apology? Because it didn't sound like one." "Don't push it." "I'm not, but you're acting like a drama princess." "Drama queen." "Hello, no. You need a lot more practice at door slamming, flouncing, and pouting before you can even pretend to deserve my throne, bitch. But you're coming along." Eve paused and fixed her with a long, serious look. "That wasn't a compliment, by the way. In case you were wondering. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#eve-rosser #drama

He started to touch the mechanism under the keyboard, then pulled his hand back with a snap. "Ah," he said. "Must deactivate the security....Turn around, please." "What?" "Turn around, Claire. It's a secure password!" "You have GOT to be kidding." "Why ever would I joke about that? Please turn. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#funny #ghost-town #humor #morganville-vampires #myrnin

Bite me, Goth princess,” Shane called from the back. “Not literally or anything.” “Maybe you should say that to Michael.” “Not funny, Eve,” Michael said. Eve raised her eyebrows and held her fingers up, measuring off about an inch. “Little bit,” she said. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#eve-rosser #funny #ghost-town #humor #michael-glass