Fans of Outlander by Diana Gabaldon are familiar with the oh-so-sexy Scottish brogue of Jamie Fraser, Jamie-isms, many of us call them. His turn of phrase, wit, and heartfelt whispers to his beloved Claire make us laugh sigh, and swoon every time.
Who is this man behind such memorable words? He is a twenty-something Scot with attitude, a keen sense of humor, a confident sense of self, loyal to a fault, and so in love with his woman. He can take the most tense or sexy situation and find a way to make you (and Claire) laugh in spite of yourself.
My favorite line is from Jamie and Claire’s wedding night; our hunky virgin hero isn’t even at a loss for words during such a delicate moment. I snort out loud every time I read this!
“Does it bother you that I'm not a virgin?”
He hesitated a moment before answering. “Well, no,” he said slowly, “so long as it doesna bother you that I am.” He grinned at my drop-jawed expression, and backed toward the door.
“Reckon one of us should know what they're doing,” he said. The door closed softly behind him; clearly the courtship was over.
Well, that surely eased the tension and let’s just say he did just fine. Mighty fine indeed. He has many more sexy bits that make my girly bits tingle and my knees buckle a bit.
I laughed again, feeling light-hearted as a sixteen-year-old myself. “So you married me,” I teased, “to avoid the occasion of sin?”
“Aye. That's what marriage is good for; it makes a sacrament out of things ye'd otherwise have to confess.”
Ah, only this lad would find a way to bring the church into the bedroom, make it drop dead sexy and funny at the same time. But I also think it make the reader see how important his religion is to him. He is, after all, a virgin when he marries. Most men of the time had their knickers at their ankles every chance they could get. Jamie had plenty of opportunity, but he believed in the sanctity of marriage and the beauty of what it means to make love to your wife.
Once he garners enough experience with his new wife in the sack he doesn’t hold back and all I can say is HA CHA CHA!
“Open your legs,” he whispered. "I mean to be sure you’ll remember me while I’m gone.”
What wife wouldn’t want a reminder now and then….
“I’m sorry. I didna mean to hurt ye. But I do want to be in you, to stay in you, so deep. I want to leave the feel of me deep inside ye with my seed. I want to hold ye so and stay wi’ you ‘til dawn, and leave you sleeping and go, with the shapes of you warm in my hands.”
Now, his gift of the gab isn’t all for the bedroom. He has the most tender way about him. Not many of us are blessed with a partner who has such a way with words. Jamie sees others' strife, like his brother-in-law, and finds his own blessings within them and isn’t afraid to share them with his beloved.
“I was crying for joy, my Sassenach,” he said softly. He reached out slowly and took my face between his hands. “And thanking God that I have two hands. That I have two hands to hold you with. To serve you with, to love you with. Thanking God that I am a whole man still, because of you.”
My favorite Jamie-ism is his use of the word Sassenach. The word Sassenach literally means Outlander, foreigner, someone not to be trusted. He takes this word for who Claire is and turns it into a term of endearment. I can hear the roll of his tongue with that deep sexy brogue. Never has an insult been so sexy!
“Murtagh was right about women. Sassenach, I risked my life for ye, committing theft, arson, assault, and murder into the bargain. In return for which ye call me names, insult my manhood, kick me in the ballocks and claw my face. Then I beat you half to death and tell ye all the most humiliating things have ever happened to me, and ye say ye love me.” He laid his head on his knees and laughed some more. Finally he rose and held out a hand to me, wiping his eyes with the other. “You're no verra sensible, Sassenach, but I like ye fine. Let's go.”
Witty, funny, and firm. What’s not to like? He’s even funny when making out.
“Where did you learn to kiss like that?” I said, a little breathless. He grinned and pulled me close again.
“I said I was a virgin, not a monk,” he said, kissing me again. “If I find I need guidance, I'll ask.”
Jamie Fraser’s deep sense of honor is what makes me love him so. Honor to country, clan, God, and most of all, his Sassenach, his Claire. Honor is embedded into his DNA and shows through every action and word. When he recalls almost losing Claire, I tear up a bit, every single time.
I prayed all the way up that hill yesterday … I prayed I’d be strong enough to send ye away. I said, ‘Lord, if I’ve never had courage in my life before, let me have it now. Let me brave enough not to fall to my knees and beg her to stay.’ … Hardest thing I ever did, Sassenach.
Ah, his Sassenach… Sigh, swoon, and Ha cha cha! With the series to begin filming we can only hope and pray that they get James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser right. They have to. If not, well, I can only imagine what Jamie Fraser would have to say about that.
Charli Mac writes Women’s Fiction and YA Paranormal set in Philly and the South Jersey Shore. Snorts & screams are probable and fist-pumps are highly discouraged at www.charlimac.com. Twitter her @charlimacs.