Hello SISters!

We were just talking about how each day that goes by gets us closer to seeing our second favorite couple: Jamie and Claire.

Besides starting a new chapter in their lives this season, which is very different from the last ones, this one brings stability, home and family to the Frasers. And when we say family, we mean FAMILY.

If you have read the book you already know what we mean, if you haven’t, let’s just say that as far as Jamie’s dream about having a big family, comes true a hundred times bigger!

Season 3 shipwreck brought them to the New World where their new home, Fraser’s Ridge was built. Very carefully chosen, Jamie and Claire hoped this new land would bring them the chance they’ve long to fulfill their dream.

As far as dreams are concerned, our only ones these days would be for November 4th to come quickly and DG to spend her free time writing instead of talking! We REALLY want the bees to come home.

Just like every Outlander book ever written, this one also has adventures and all the twisted stuff DG can’t seem to live without. Death, Hanging, robbery, rape and even a fight with a bear!!! Yes you read that right, a bear. Bring on Season Four.

Thinking about all those different scenarios, we have asked our SISters:

Which are their most anticipated scenes from Season Four and what they expect from them.

Here are their TOP 3!

  1. Jamie and Bree’s encounter
  2. Jamie and Claire on the river
  3. Jamie and the bear

If you haven’t read Drums of Autumn, that’s why this post is made for you. This is your chance to see what these expectations are all about. But if you have already read it, then this post is also for you as this is a great opportunity to read it once again and get ready for november.

ROLL THE DRUMS, please…

 

JAMIE AND BREE

Since the day Jamie sent his pregnant wife through the stones to be with her first husband, Frank, their reunion has been anticipated and in the minds of everyone who has read the book or seen the show.

When Claire first told Jamie she could not have children, his dreams  were crushed and he was heartbroken but the pain he felt losing Faith was a hundred times worst and was so unbearable for both that they left France with not one, but two broken hearts.

Having another child back in Scotland was not in their minds as they were in the midst of their biggest battle yet: Culloden.

After Claire was long gone and Jamie’s faith in having her back was gone with her, the universe, or Geneva if you prefer, gave him Willie. His son. Named after his brother, William, Willie was a bastard. A son he always wanted but could not have. So he left.

James Fraser was a father for the third time and ironically was left childless once again.

So, when Jamie and Claire finally reunite at the Print Shop and Jamie acknowledges for the first time that he has a daughter and she is alive and safe, we can only imagine how he felt that moment. To see photos of Bree was overwhelming and made him wish her closer as much as we longed for the day they would meet. If they would in fact, meet.

Diana Gabaldon was and will be forever forgiven for all the violence in Outlander only for giving us,  her fans, this beautiful reunion. We can all say how we have suffered Jamie’s loss during the three previously seasons.

If you haven’t read the book and want to know how they met, here is the exact moment. But if you have read the book, let’s read it together one last time before november so we can be prepared for what’s ahead!

The light outside was dazzling after the taproom’s gloom. Brianna blinked, eyes tearing at the shafts of sun that stabbed through the shifting greens of a screen of maples. Then a movement caught her eye, below the flickering leaves.

He stood in the shade of the maples, half turned away from her, head bent in absorption. A tall man, long-legged, lean and graceful, with his shoulders broad under a white shirt. He wore a faded kilt in pale greens and browns, casually rucked up in front as he urinated against a tree.

He finished and, letting the kilt fall, turned toward the post house. He saw her then, standing there staring at him, and tensed slightly, hands half curling. Then he saw past her men’s clothes, and the look of wary suspicion changed at once to surprise as he realized that she was a woman.

There was no doubt in her mind, from the first glimpse. She was at once surprised and not surprised at all; he was not quite what she had imagined-he seemed smaller, only man-sized-but his face had the lines of her own; the long, straight nose and stubborn jaw, and the slanted cat-eyes, set in a frame of solid bone.

He moved toward her out of the maples’ shadow, and the sun struck his hair with a spray of copper sparks. Half consciously she raised a hand and pushed a strand of hair back from her face, seeing from the corner of her eye the matching gleam of thick red-gold.

“What d’ye want here, lassie?” he asked. Sharp, but not unkind. His voice was deeper than she had imagined; the Highland burr slight but distinct.

“You,” she blurted. Her heart seemed to have wedged itself in her throat; she had trouble forcing any words past it.

He was close enough that she caught the faint whiff of his sweat and the fresh smell of sawn wood; there was a golden scatter of sawdust caught in the rolled sleeves of his linen shirt. His eyes narrowed with amusement as he looked her up and down, taking in her costume. One reddish eyebrow rose, and he shook his head.

“Sorry, lass,” he said, with a half-smile. “I’m a marrit man.”

He made to pass by, and she made a small incoherent sound, putting out a hand to stop him, but not quite daring to touch his sleeve. He stopped and looked at her more closely.

“No, I meant it; I’ve a wife at home, and home’s not far,” he said, evidently wishing to be courteous. “But-” He stopped, close enough now to take in the grubbiness of her clothes, the hole in the sleeve of her coat and the tattered ends of her stock.

“Och,” he said in a different tone, and reached for the small leather purse he wore tied at his waist. “Will ye be starved, then, lass? I’ve money, if you must eat.”

She could scarcely breathe. His eyes were dark blue, soft with kindness. Her eyes fixed on the open collar of his shirt, where the curly hairs showed, bleached gold against his sunburnt skin.

“Are you-you’re Jamie Fraser, aren’t you?”

He glanced sharply at her face.

“I am,” he said. The wariness had returned to his face; his eyes narrowed against the sun. He glanced quickly behind him, toward the tavern, but nothing stirred in the open doorway. He took a step closer to her.

“Who asks?” he said softly. “Have you a message for me, lass?”

She felt an absurd desire to laugh welling up in her throat. Did she have a message?

“My name is Brianna,” she said. He frowned, uncertain, and something flickered in his eyes. He knew it! He’d heard the name and it meant something to him. She swallowed hard, feeling her cheeks blaze as though they’d been seared by a candle flame.

“I’m your daughter,” she said, her voice sounding choked to her own ears. “Brianna.”

 

THE RIVER

This river scene is very eagerly awaited as it is possibly the hottest sex scene in this season if not in all 3 seasons already aired.

Fans have been anticipating this scene as much as the wedding and the turtle soup episodes.

Outlander is already a very secret show and they don’t give us many treats, so all BTS were kept closed on a vault.

The scene happens in the beginning of their journey into The New World. They were travelling for a long time in very poor conditions, surrounded by their friends, hardly having a moment alone and Claire made clear that she waited for that moment to come along.

By night, they make camp alongside a river in which Claire goes to bathe and waits for Jamie. This encounter turns out to be the most surprising, because it is both sensual and erotic. Illicit because at any moment they could be caught!!

But what makes it so sexy and different from all the other super hot sex Jamie and Claire had so far?

“Aye, well, it’s done. Go and have your bath, Sassenach; I’ll come to ye so soon as I may.”

I stood on tiptoe to kiss him, and felt him smile as I did so. My tongue touched his mouth in delicate invitation, and he bit my lower lip gently, in answer.

“Can ye stay awake a wee bit longer, Sassenach?”

“As long as it takes,” I assured him. “But do hurry, won’t you?”

There was a patch of thick grass edging the point below the willows. I undressed slowly, enjoying the feel of the water-borne breeze through the damp cloth of shift and stockings, and the final freedom as the last bits of clothing fell to the ground, leaving me naked to the night.

I stepped gingerly into the water. It was surprisingly cool-cold, by contrast to the hot night air. The bottom under my feet was mostly silt, but it yielded to fine sand within a yard of shore.

Though it was a tidal creek, we were far enough upstream that the water was fresh and sweet. I drank and splashed my face, washing away the dust in throat and nose.

I waded in up to mid-thigh, mindful of Jamie’s cautions about channels and currents. After the staggering heat of the day and the smothering embrace of the night, the sensation of coolness on bare skin was an overwhelming relief. I cupped handfuls of cold water and splashed them on my face and br**sts; the droplets ran down my stomach and tickled coldly between my legs.

I could feel the slight push of the tide coming in, shoving gently against my calves, urging me toward shore. I wasn’t ready to come in yet, though. I had no soap, but knelt and rinsed my hair over and over in the clear dark water, and scrubbed my body with handfuls of fine sand, until my skin felt thin and glowing.

Finally, I climbed out onto a rocky shelf and lay languid as a mermaid in the moonlight, the heat of the air and the sun-warmed stone now a comfort to my chilled body. I combed out my thick curly hair with my fingers, scattering drops of water. The wet stone smelled like rain, dusty and tingling.

I felt very tired, but at the same time, very much alive, in that state of half consciousness where thought is slowed and small physical sensations magnified. I moved my bare foot slowly over the sandstone rock, enjoying the slight friction, and ran a hand lightly down the inside of my thigh, a ripple of goose bumps rising in the wake of my touch.

My br**sts rose in the moonlight, cool white domes spangled with clear droplets. I brushed one nipple and watched it slowly stiffen by itself, rising as if by magic.

Quite a magical place at that, I thought. The night was quiet and still, but with a languid atmosphere that was like floating in a warm sea. So near the coast, the sky was clear, and the stars shone overhead like diamonds, burning with a fierce, bright light.

A faint splash made me look toward the stream. Nothing moved on the surface but faint coruscations of starlight, caught like fireflies in a spider’s web.

As I watched, a great head broke water in the middle of the stream, water purling back from the pointed snout. There was a fish struggling in Rollo’s jaws; the flap and gleam of its scales showed briefly as he shook his head violently to break its back. The huge dog swam slowly to the shore, shook his coat briefly, and stalked away, his evening meal dangling limp and shimmering from his jaws.

He paused for a moment on the far edge of the creek, looking at me, the ruff of his hackles a dark shadow framing yellow eyes and gleaming fish. Like a primitive painting, I thought; something from Rousseau, with its contrast of utter wildness and complete stillness.

Then the dog was gone, and there was nothing on the far shore but the trees, hiding whatever might lie behind them. And what did? I wondered. More trees, answered the logical part of my mind.

“A lot more,” I murmured, looking into the mysterious dark. Civilization-even of the primitive kind I had grown used to-was no more than a thin crescent on the edge of the continent. Two hundred miles from the coast, you were beyond the ken of city and farm. And, past that point lay three thousand miles…of what? Wilderness, surely, and danger. Adventure, too-and freedom.

It was a new world, after all, free of fear and filled with joy, for now Jamie and I were together, for all of our lives before us. Parting and sorrow lay behind us. Even the thought of Brianna caused no dreadful regret-I missed her greatly, and thought of her constantly, but I knew she was safe in her own time, and that knowledge made her absence easier to bear.

I lay back on the rock, the trapped heat of the day radiating from its surface into my body, happy only to be alive. The drops of water were drying on my br**sts as I watched, vanishing to a film of moistness and then disappearing altogether.

Small clouds of gnats hovered over the water; I couldn’t see them, but I knew they were there by the occasional splash of leaping fish, rising to snatch them from the air.

The bugs had been a ubiquitous plague. I inspected Jamie’s skin minutely every morning, picking voracious ticks and wood fleas from his crevices, and anointed all of the men liberally with the juice of crushed pennyroyal and tobacco leaves. This kept them from being devoured alive by the clouds of mosquitoes, gnats, and carnivorous midges that hung in the sun-tinged shadows of the woods, but it didn’t prevent the hordes of inquisitive bugs from driving them mad with a constant tickling inquiry into ears, eyes, noses, and mouths.

Oddly enough, the majority of insects left me strictly alone. Ian joked that the strong scent of herbs that hung about me must repel them, but I thought it went further than that-even when I was freshly bathed, the insects showed no desire to bother me.

I thought it might be a manifestation of the evolutionary oddity that-I surmised-protected me from colds and minor illness here. Bloodthirsty bugs, like microbes, evolved very closely with humans, and were sensitive to the subtle chemical signals of their hosts. Coming from another time, I no longer had precisely the same signals, and consequently the bugs no longer perceived me as prey.

“Or maybe Ian’s right, and I just smell awful,” I said aloud. I dipped my fingers in the water and flicked a spray of drops at a dragonfly resting on my rock, no more than a transparent shadow, its colors drained by darkness.

I hoped Jamie would hurry. Riding for days on the wagon seat next to him, watching the subtle shifts of his body as he drove, seeing the changing light on the angles of his face as he talked and smiled, was enough to make my palms tingle with the urge to touch him. We had not made love in several days, owing to our hurry to reach Charleston, and my inhibitions about intimacy within earshot of a dozen men.

A breath of warm breeze slipped past me, and all the tiny down hairs on my body prickled with its passing. No hurry now, and no one to hear. I drew a hand down the soft curve of my belly and the softer skin inside my thighs, where the blood pulsed slowly to the beat of my heart. I cupped my hand, feeling the swollen moist ache of urgent desire.

I closed my eyes, rubbing lightly, enjoying the feeling of increasing urgency.

“And where the hell are you, Jamie Fraser?” I murmured.

“Here,” came a husky answer.

 

THE BEAR

When you think about James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser, you think of a tall, strong, unique, passionate, brave highlander soldier who has no fear of anything including death.

This man has fought pirates, robbers, militias and an army full of redcoats english soldiers. He has dodged death many times and will do it again in the books to come. This man has fought his way into a very stubborn english sassench’s heart and made her fall into her knees in love.

We can surely say, there isn’t a battle or opponent big enough this highlander can’t take on.

I guess he hasn’t fought a lion because there aren’t any in Scotland or America, but they do have bears, and if this bear should choose someone as wild as him, he would, without a doubt, choose Jamie. And he did.

For Jamie this was a battle so fearsome and powerful. It would be both a battle for his life and control over his and Claire’s future in the new world.

Will Jaime succeed?

We have seen a couple of photos and videos on BTS of this fight. We have even seen the bear, but if you want details of this surprising battle between two beasts, read the passage below.

“Jamie,” I said. My voice sounded peculiar, even to me. I felt a small round cold spot, centered like a target on the back of my neck.

“Aye?”

“Is there-” I swallowed, feeling the hair rise on my forearms. “Jamie, is there…someone…behind me?”

His eyes shifted to the shadows over my shoulder, and sprang wide. I didn’t wait to look round, but flung myself flat on the ground, an action that likely saved my life.

There was a loud whuff! and a sudden strong smell of ammonia and fish. Something struck me in the back with an impact that knocked the breath out of me, and then stepped heavily on my head, driving my face into the ground.

I jerked up, gasping for breath, shaking leaf mold out of my eyes. A large black bear, squalling like a cat, was lurching round the clearing, its feet scattering burning sticks.

For a moment, half blinded by dirt, I couldn’t see Jamie at all. Then I spotted him. He was under the bear, one arm locked around its neck, his head tucked into the joint of the shoulder just under the drooling jaws.

One foot shot out from under the bear, kicking frantically, stabbing at the ground for traction. He had taken his boots and stockings off when we made camp; I gasped as one bare foot slewed through the remnants of the fire, raising showers of sparks.

His forearm was ridged with effort, half buried in thick fur. His free arm thrust and jabbed; he had kept hold of his dirk, at least. At the same time, he hauled with all his strength on the bear’s neck, pulling it down.

The bear was lunging, batting with one paw, trying to shake off the clinging weight around its neck. It seemed to lose its balance, and fell heavily forward, with a loud squall of rage. I heard a muffled whoof! that didn’t seem to come from the bear, and looked frantically around for something to use as a weapon.

The bear struggled back to its feet, shaking itself violently.

I caught a brief glimpse of Jamie’s face, contorted with effort. One bulging eye widened at sight of me, and he shook his mouth clear of the bristling fur.

“Run!” he shouted. Then the bear fell on him again, and he disappeared under three hundred pounds of hair and muscle.

With vague thoughts of Mowgli and the Red Flower, I scrabbled madly over the damp earth in the clearing, finding nothing but small pieces of charred stick and glowing embers that blistered my fingers but were too small to grip.

I had always thought that bears roared when annoyed. This one was making a lot of noise, but it sounded more like a very large pig, with piercing squeals and blatting noises interspersed with hair-raising growls. Jamie was making a lot of noise, too, which was reassuring under the circumstances.

My hand fell on something cold and clammy; the fish, tossed aside at the edge of the fire clearing.

“To hell with the Red Flower,” I muttered. I seized one of the trout by the tail, ran forward, and belted the bear across the nose with it as hard as I could.

The bear shut its mouth and looked surprised. Then its head slewed toward me and it lunged, moving faster than I would have thought possible. I fell backward, landing on my bottom, and essayed a final, valiant blow with my fish before the bear charged me, Jamie still clinging to its neck like grim death.

It was like being caught in a meat grinder; a brief moment of total chaos, punctuated by random hard blows to the body and the sensation of being suffocated in a large, reeking hairy blanket. Then it was gone, leaving me lying bruised in the grass on my back, smelling strongly of bear piss and blinking up at the evening star, which was shining serenely overhead.

Things were a good deal less serene on the ground. I rolled onto all fours, shouting “Jamie!” at the trees, where a large, amorphous mass rolled to and fro, smashing down the oak saplings and emitting a cacophony of growls and Gaelic screeches.

It was full dark on the ground by now, but there was enough light from the sky for me to make things out. The bear had fallen over again, but instead of rising and lunging, this time was rolling on its back, hind feet churning in an effort to gain a ripping purchase. One front paw landed in a heavy, rending slap and there was an explosive grunt that didn’t sound like the bear’s. The smell of blood was heavy on the air.

“Jamie!” I shrieked.

There was no answer, but the writhing pile rolled and tilted slowly sideways into the deeper black shadows under the trees. The mingled noises subsided to heavy grunts and gasps, punctuated by small whimpering moans.

“JAMIE!”

The thrashing and branch-cracking died away into softer rustlings. Something was moving under the branches, swaying heavily from side to side, on all fours.

Very slowly, breathing in gasps with a catch and a groan, Jamie crawled out into the clearing.

Disregarding my own bruises, I ran to him, and dropped to my knees beside him.

“God, Jamie! Are you all right?”

“No,” he said shortly, and collapsed on the ground, wheezing gently.

His face was no more than a pale blotch in the starlight; the rest of his body was so dark as to be nearly invisible. I found out why as I ran my hands swiftly over him. His clothes were so soaked with blood that they stuck to his body, his hunting shirt coming away from his chest with a nasty little sucking sound as I pulled at it.

“You smell like a slaughterhouse,” I said, feeling under his chin for a pulse. It was fast-no great surprise-but strong, and a wave of relief washed over me. “Is that your blood, or the bear’s?”

“If it was mine, Sassenach, I’d be dead,” he said testily, opening his eyes. “No credit to you that I’m not, mind.” He rolled painfully onto his side and slowly got to his hands and knees, groaning. “What possessed ye, woman, to hit me in the heid wi’ a fish whilst I was fighting for my life?”

“Hold still, for heaven’s sake!” He couldn’t be too badly hurt if he was trying to get away. I clutched him by the hips to stop him, and kneeling behind him, felt my way gingerly up his sides. “Broken ribs?” I said.

“No. But if ye tickle me, Sassenach, I willna like it a bit,” he said, gasping between words.

“I won’t,” I assured him. I ran my hands gently over the arch of his ribs, pressing lightly. No splintered ends protruding through the skin, no sinister depressions or soft spots; cracked maybe, but he was right, nothing broken. He yelped and twitched under my hand. “Bad spot there?”

“It is,” he said between his teeth. He was beginning to shiver, and I hurried to fetch his plaid, which I wrapped about his shoulders.

“I’m fine, Sassenach,” he said, waving away my attempts to help him to a seat. “Go see to the horses; they’ll be upset.” They were. We had hobbled the horses a little way from the clearing; they had made it a good deal farther under the impetus of terror, judging from the muffled stamping and whinnying I could hear in the distance.

There were still small wheezing groans coming from the deep shadows under the trees; the sound was so human that the hair prickled on the back of my neck. Carefully skirting the sounds, I went and found the horses, cowering in a birch grove a few hundred yards away. They whickered when they scented me, delighted to see me, bear piss and all.

By the time I had soothed the horses and coaxed them back in the direction of the clearing, the pitiful noises from the shadows had ceased. There was a small glow in the clearing; Jamie had managed to get the fire started again.

He was crouched next to the tiny blaze, still shivering under his plaid. I fed in enough sticks to make sure it wouldn’t go out, then turned my attention to him once more.

“You’re really not badly damaged?” I asked, still worried.

He gave me a lopsided smile.

“I’ll do. It caught me a good one across the back, but I dinna think it’s verra bad. Have a look?” He straightened up, wincing, and felt his side gingerly as I crossed behind him.

Now that we are all updated on these scenes, let’s do yoga, meditation and therapy to keep our hearts bumping until november 4th.

Let’s just hope Ron does all of those scene justice as he has done so far!

CHIT-CHATTING

Adriana M:  Hello SIS 🤗🤗
The first scene I chose was that of the river. When I was reading the book, I pictured the scene in my head, I imagined the river, Claire and Jamie coming out of the water. In this scene, for me, you can not miss Jamie’s surprise at seeing Claire. The second scene I chose was the meeting of father and daughter. In the book it is funny and beautiful at the same time.. I hope the TV show follow the book and don’t make an adaptation as they did when Claire tells Jamie about Bree. In the book it was beautiful and in the TV show i was a bit impersonal. As for the bear there must have the scene of the fish and Jamie asking Claire if she wanted to kill it rsss. That’s it 🤗

Gizelda C:  Hey girls, at the river scene they can’t miss Claire looking for Jamie and he saying….. I’M HERE coming out of the water. At Bree’s meeting with her father… His admiration for her and saying she can call him “pa”. Already in the bear scene, Claire hitting Jaime with the fish for sure. 💙

Bia R: Hi girls! 😊
Of these three, the scene I most wanna see is the encounter between Jamie and Bree. I love how it is in the book, but I hope to be amazed by something in the TV show! I think seeing the dynamic between father and daughter will be very special. See Jamie finally being a father and being able to recognize his daughter is going to be too beautiful! And it starts with a kind of funny tone and then it goes emotional, which I think Sam does very well. And it’s the perfect beginning to their relationship. ♥️🙏
The bear scene I expect to be surprised because in my head it’s simply crazy ahahahaha. 🐻🤣
And on the river scene I leave everything to SamCait because no one does it better than them, right? 👀🔥🔞🆘

Célia N: Anxious for the three scenes mentioned but I would add another scene that would be Bree’s rape (not that I’m masochist but Jamie’s rape was so shocking that I’d like to see how they’ll handle it)…but back to the scene of the encounter between father and daughter it will be wonderful by the emotion involved but I would like that they showed the after, when she travels in the arms of her father until finding her mother; in the scene of the lake of course we hope they show everything but the after also, with that conversation of Jamie with Claire on what he sees I found super cool, I hope they include it; the bear scene was very well described in the book and for me nothing should be added, I just expect a lot of action with that touch of humor that only the DG has to break the violence …

Cleusa P.C: Hi SIS, I haven’t read Drums of Autumn yet, but from what I already know about the scenes, I’m really anxious to see Jamie and Bree’s encounter. This is a fundamental scene for the story and it should be so exciting as Claire and Jamie’s reunion. I guess the production will also be careful with the hot river scene. But, for me, the most important scene it’s really going to be Jamie and Bree’s encounter. I can’t hardly wait to see it, I’m very anxious. I think I’m going to cry a river when I watch it.

Marisa B.: I hope for moments of tenderness and emotion at Jamie and Bree’s encounter. I can already imagine the beautiful song by Bear McCreary in the background that always completes perfectly the scene and makes me even more emotional ❤️❤️

Silvana A.: I look forward Jamie and Bree’s meeting, I think it will be exciting, my heart has to be strong enough to hold on! Then I want to see the river; should be romantic; with a lot of affection; and should be naked!!!!! It will be wonderful!!!!😉😙😍

Martha M.: I mentioned the river scene because of Sam.😂😂😂😂😂😂 That aside, I like this scene because of Jamie’s surprise when he realized that Claire was all alone. I don’t know if the scene was shot because of the winter in Scotland, so I don’t think it will be exactly as portrayed in the book. But I think what’s important is to show this character’s shock and his curiosity about it.  😉

Márcia G.: I have not read the book (I’m in book 3), but for all the comments I’ve read, the anxiety is to see a lot of love scenes between Jaime and Claire, and this river seems to me to be one of the best. And of course, the meeting of father and daughter, which, I believe, will show a Jaime not yet seen by us. And I really want to see Claire’s reaction to seeing them together. It’s going tbe lot of love!😍😍😍

Rafa G.: In Jaime and Bree’s meeting scene I expect a lot of emotion. A scene to cry my eyes out. As much as I enjoyed the scene in the book, I have a much higher expectation with the series. In the book I expected a bigger dialogue, something more exciting (not that it wasn’t, because I cried a lot), but I waited a little more. Even so, she calling him “Da” and his emotion in seeing how she looks like him, will be worth all this wait.
The bear scene: the two things I want from this scene are: that the bear doesn’t seem fake, and Claire’s part beating Jamie with the fish because I laughed out loud with this situation.  😂
The river scene with Jamie and Claire: the sexiest part of this book. The one I lacked breath in every sentence. So, I expect this sensation in the scene, but based on the other porn (of other seasons), my expectation is very high (super mega!!). I just hope it’s not too fast. 🔞😏

Heydi F.: My most expected scene didn’t enter the list which is when Jamie and Claire find the place that will be their home, I really want to see them fertilizing the land KKKKKKKKKK. But of the three chosen I look forward to the Jamie and Bree encounter.

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