Diana Gabaldon · @Writer_DG
30th Jan 2012 from Twitlonger
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Fraser eyed him.
“Ye want to tell me what it was like, the first time ye lay with a woman?”
William felt the blood rush into his head, but before he could speak, the Scot went on.
“Aye, exactly. A decent man doesna speak of such things. Ye dinna tell your friends such things, do ye? No, of course not. So much less would ye tell your…father, or a father his...” The hesitation before father was brief, but William caught it, no trouble. Fraser’s mouth was firm, though, and his eyes direct.
“I wouldna tell ye, no matter who ye were. But being who ye are—“
“Being who I am, I think I have a right to know!”
Fraser looked at him for a moment, expressionless. He closed his eyes for an instant and sighed. Then opened them and drew himself up, straightening his shoulders.
“No, ye haven’t. But that’s not what ye want to know, in any case,” he said. “Ye want to know, did I force your mother. I did not. Ye want to know, did I love your mother. I did not.”
William let that lie there for a moment, controlling his breathing ‘til he was sure his voice would be steady.
“Did she love you?” _It would have been easy to love him_. The thought came to him unbidden--and unwelcome—but with it, his own memories of Mac the groom. Something he shared with his unknown mother.