"My love," he whispered. "Oh my love. I do want ye so." "Not the same thing, is it?" I said. "Loving and wanting, I mean." He laughed, a little huskily. "Damn close Sassenach, for me, at least." I could feel the strength of his wanting, hard and urgent. He stepped back suddenly, and stooping, lifted me from the fence. "Where are we going?" We were headed away from the house, toward the cluster of sheds in the shadow of the elm grove. "To find a haystack." #Outlander
