It had been a long Amtrak ride from Manhattan to Boston and the tickets were expensive, but this trip would be well worth it. What they couldn’t save in tips from waitressing, Faith and Gisele had easily made on cover-nights at clubs across the city. This trip was important for many reasons; Faith would spend her mother’s birthday amongst family, and the MacKenzies would meet her greatest gift from this odd curse of time travel- her girlfriend. Brianna and Faith had always been close and spoke often, despite the distance. If 200 years couldn’t keep these two apart, then 200 miles didn’t stand a chance. Faith wasn’t the same frightened girl Brianna had picked up from the police station two years ago, but her sister knew her well. The knowledge of Gisele was not new to Bree, despite the unmasked surprise that blossomed crimson from her chest to her hairline upon their arrival. There was more than enough to be surprised about.
“Your face! A piercing, Faithie, really?! Da would kill you. Then Mama would bring you back to life just so Da could kill you again!” Bree gasped as she pulled Faith in for a hug, pushed her back to arm’s length for a really good look at her, and then pulled her in again for a mutually long-armed embrace. Two heads of red stood six feet tall at the train station; one blue-eyed, one with eyes the color of whisky, and both a sobbing mess.
They arrived at the brownstone Mackenzie home after a much-needed icebreaking drive. Gisele marveled over the differences between the sisters’ accents, and Brianna’s parent-like vetting of Faith’s love interest thawed. Before the ride ended, they were harmonizing to Fleetwood Mac’s new single, Gypsy. Bree’s angelic soprano melody rose effortlessly above Faith’s smooth alto tones. She mindlessly tapped in tempo on the steering wheel while Faith plucked invisible bass guitar strings against her long torso, and Gisele accompanied the drumline, which she patted against the headrest of the passenger seat in front of her, with beatbox vocals. The singing overflowed into a fit of giggles even as they stepped through the front door.
“Auntie Fee, ye seem to have a boogie hangin loose. I don’t think yer friend noticed though.” Sweet Jeremiah whispered in Faith’s ear as she bent to scoop both her niece and nephew into a bear hug.
“A booger ye say? Can ye get it for me?” Faith joked, her golden eyes crossing as she wiggled her septum piercing with a long finger.
The children adored Faith and seemed to enjoy her guest even more. The ever inquisitive Jemmy tested them with his recently-learned elementary earth science facts, and delighted in Gisele’s quick wit. Mandy spent the evening never more than 12 inches apart from Gisele, either perched in her lap or playing with curls that were wilder and freer than her own crown of black ringlets.
“What can I say, my mom raised me to be the perfect mother and housewife. She got a drummer instead, but kids still love me!”
“Ye really don’t know how bonny ye look with a babe, Gisele. I- I just had to tell you.” The thought leaked from Faith’s mind to her lips and out for all to hear before she even realized she had said it. Her girlfriend’s coffee colored eyes grew wide and roses began to bloom beneath the natural sepia tones of Gisele’s cheeks before she tucked her face into Mandy’s strawberry scented hair to hide.
It struck Faith deep at her heart’s center when she looked at Mandy and saw a glimpse of her mother in the blend of Roger’s dark features. Faith’s brother-in-law was on a business trip to Scotland. The Mackenzies planned on moving back to Lallybroch, over 200 years since the Fraser sisters had last lived there. Faith realized then that celebrating Claire’s birthday and the holidays to come in Boston , surrounded by the small family she still had left, may be the last time in a long time.
There were very few times when Faith envied her sister, but they always revolved around the same topic- Time travel. As children, Faith would soak in Bree’s stories of the future. Excitement would turn to envy, and she’d drown herself in thoughts of her own shortcomings well before she knew she’d eventually see the future herself. One thing Faith knew she’d never find was a partner with her same ability. Roger’s initiation into the Fraser family came before there even was a Claire Fraser. A chubby hairless version of Roger had met Claire, and her then-husband Frank, when they visited his adoptive father, the Reverend, on their second honeymoon. He was a child, then, and only remembered her as the ‘ faerie lady ’ after her return from the stone circle nearly three years after she went missing.
Roger was 13 years old upon his third encounter with Claire, when she had returned to the manse from Boston with 6-year-old Brianna. There was always something different about the Randalls, something that tethered Roger to them despite the infrequency of their interactions. It wasn’t until he and Fiona followed them to Craigh na Dun, on the day of their departure, that he learned Claire truly had disappeared all those years ago. Roger had watched from afar, too afraid of the buzzing he could hear at a palpable frequency. Seeing Claire and Brianna depart into the cleft of a large standing stone was all the confirmation he needed.
Moved by compulsion and obsession, he had taken a step to follow them into the unknown before Fiona pulled him back. She hadn’t given him a chance or a choice. Fiona had grabbed Roger by the arm, turned, and pulled him down the hill to catch a train back home to Inverness. They wouldn’t speak of that day for another fifteen years. The curious boy later became a history professor at Oxford, after delving into the Scottish texts, folklore, and legends from the manse library in search of an answer for what he had witnessed. He wasn’t sure if it was bravery or a fuck-all attitude, but Roger finally found the courage to touch the stones himself after his beloved father had passed away.
It definitely wasn’t that Faith was jealous that Roger had found them and chosen Brianna, but rather that Bree had found someone whose soul was so interconnected to hers that even the concept of time and space was no barrier. Mama had fallen in love with someone beyond her time, someone for whom time had broken, over and over again, to make space for their kind of love to exist. That was all the hope Faith needed to calm her fears of loving Gisele.
Dinner consisted of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches before the family sang a happy birthday to Grannie Claire. Jem and Mandy were finally coming down from a sugar high when Brianna took the opportunity to bathe them and put them to bed.
Bree carried Amanda on one hip as she softly patted a sleepy Jeremiah’s bum in encouragement to make his way up the stairs in front of her. As she reached the top she turned and called out to the girls, “Hey, I know I’m gonna knock out after washing these two monkeys, so good night and see ye in the morning, Gisele! Oh, and I set up the basement for you both, Faithie. Good night!” She sang the last words as she disappeared down the hall.
The basement was still set up like a studio apartment even though Faith had moved out the year before, when she decided to return to New York City. The sofa bed was pulled out and prepped for two. Christ, Bree, what a creep, she thought to herself, and laughed aloud as she tore off her shirt and pulled back the covers. Also, thank you! Her sister was being exceptionally accepting, which only made Faith’s heart ache more for her father’s acceptance. The excitement of the day was finally catching up to her and all she wanted was to be held.
She was the big-spoon tonight with Gisele’s smooth thighs resting in the seat of her lap as they lay together, her right hand was in its usual home, feeling Gisele’s steady heartbeat below a supple breast. As far as Gisele knew, Faith’s parents were dead. And it wasn’t a lie because here and now they were dead. She needed a distraction from these intrusive thoughts and knew neither of them had actually fallen asleep.
Faith’s right hand started slowly with a squeeze as her other arm looped under and around Gisele’s waist, pulling her in closer. Her thumb circled a milk chocolate colored nipple until it quickly perked for her, then slid her hand up from Gisele’s breast to her throat. Arching her bum into Faith’s hot center, Gisele tilted her neck back and moved her mass of hair out of the way until she found Faith’s lips. She couldn’t see it, but Faith could feel the pulse at Gisele’s neck quicken and throb. Her other arm reached from under her girlfriend’s waist through layers of heavy blankets toward the matching pulse she knew was further south. Wet wasn’t a good enough word to describe what awaited her fingers. Slippery wasn’t even close.
“Damn, have ye wanted me all day, G?”
“Of course! Seeing you with your family was so different than any other time I’ve ever seen you. You were so happy, but obviously sad, and I just wanted to hold you close all day. I didn’t wanna push it though, so I waited for you to come to me when you were ready to talk about things… or not talk at all , ” Gisele said as she turned to face Faith, their legs entwined and their small breasts the only thing between them as they pressed closer together. Gisele could taste the salt of tears upon her lips as Faith pulled her in for another kiss.
“I dinnae want to speak just yet.”
Faith was a generous lover; pleasing a woman, her woman, did more for her than any man she’d attempted to date had ever made her feel. She catered to Gisele’s body with reverence, a choreography of adoration just short of blasphemy. They faced each other; one a sultry shadow, the other a pale glimmer reflecting the scarce amount of light left in the room. Their tongues explored one another as hands gripped each other’s sex with a greed and carnal belligerence for the same body. They rocked rhythmically, hands sliding between layers of heat as honey coated their thighs, and they slipped into one another. Faith’s lips left Gisele’s and traveled to her throat where she sucked long and hard before moving further down. Her own pierced nipples were hard in G’s hands as Faith suckled her girlfriend.
The home was old, and Faith knew from experience that sound traveled through the vents. She sat up on her knees, scooped Gisele by her hips then pulled her down to the edge of the mattress before stepping off of it.
She leaned forward, blessing her girlfriend with a kiss on the nose as she whispered, “Dinnae make a sound, lass” then knelt down looping Gisele’s legs around her neck.
“Fuck, Fee! Mmmm, Faith, I- Fuck!” Gisele quietly moaned in the best kind of frustration as Faith’s tongue swirled and flicked the throbbing center of her desire. Her hands roamed in Faith’s hair, urging her on as kisses and nibbles worked their way to her inner thighs, before Faith’s fingers were replaced by tongue again. A pale hand made its way to Gisele’s lips, reminding her to be quiet, and she covered her own mouth when dark eyes looked up at her from the shadows where their bodies met. Faith knew she was close and couldn’t help but touch herself as she brought Gisele to the edge. Three fingers circled her own throbbing clit while her other hand held Gisele’s arse cheek with a full grip. Faith’s tongue rolled and dipped deeply, fervently, in and out while a finger soaked in Gisele’s sweetness roamed from honeypot to the cleft of Gisele’s arse and explored.
As Gisele quivered before her, thighs squeezing her face, Faith raced to stop herself from coming by her own hand. She stood up and muffled Gisele’s breathless pants with a kiss before straddling her face. She rode Gisele’s mouth, grinding gently against her features while cupping her own breasts, thumbs stroking her very own pierced nipples.
“God, your ass is perfect.” Gisele said, pulling her face to the side for air and filling her hands with Faith’s round arse before pulling her back onto her mouth again. It didn’t take long at all before Faith was holding the arm of the sofa bed for stability, her nails digging into fabric as she met her release. They were lost in a tangle of limbs, sheets, and hair. The girls both laid as if dismembered and scattered until they could finally catch their breath and piece themselves together again, not caring if one kept a lost part of the other. Once the heat of passion had passed, the nightly chill of Boston autumn came over them and each settled under the blankets to sleep once again.
“Now, speak your mind, mi amor," Gisele whispered into the pillow of Faith’s hair as she gathered her into her arms, chest pressed to Faith’s back.
Pale, freckled shoulders shuddered slightly in the dark as Faith finally sighed and gave in to her emotions while wrapped in Gisele’s embrace.
In the arms of the little big-spoon, a grown woman weeps tonight.