The soft porn had been unexpected. From what I knew of the books, I'd gleaned that there'd be kilts, horses, time travel, romance to be sure - but the soft porn? A delightful bonus.
The opening allusion to sex in the first episode of Outlander - was just that - allusory. Squeaky bedsprings groaning - first from carefree, laughter-filled bouncing, and then from actual unseen lovemaking. The scene was charming and let you do your own imaginative heavy petting.
Later on, David and I sat up a little straighter as oral sex filled our screen. We exchanged glances.
"I didn't know we got this along with the good acting," said David. He shot me a grin and waggled his eyebrows. I waggled mine back. Not only was there oral sex on the tv, but it was man-on-his-knees-in-front-of-his-loving-wife oral sex - some might say the best kind.
"Who produces this?"
"...You're making that up."
"No seriously. There, up in the corner, starz."
"For a company like that, I feel that instead of the well-scored sountrack we are hearing, it should be of the "bown-wown-chicka-wown-wown" variety.
"I'll bown-wown-choica-wown-wown you."
"I will take you at your word sir."