FIC: Repeat the Question [Legend of the Seeker Khalan/Cara]
Kahlan really wants to stab something. Or make that someone because, really, who get’s lost in a cave? All you have to do is turn around!
“Maybe we should turn around?” She thinks it’s a perfectly reasonable request, after all, they only have one torch and they’ve been walking forever, but no, the blonde head she can barely see in front of her shakes in the negative.
“It’s just a little farther.”
“When you said you knew a short cut, did you purposefully leave out the fact that it was through a dark, creepy tunnel,” she feels it might be relevant to ask.
“ . . . Yes.”
“That’s what I thought.”
Nothing more is said as their footsteps continue to echo around them. Kahlan prays they will find the exit soon so they can rejoin Richard and Zedd. She’s been alone with the Mord’Sith for just a little too long since just yesterday she had noticed she found it sort of cute the way Cara would obsessively touch her right agiel, then her left, then her right, always in that order. And of course it wasn’t cute. It was a tragic habit forced on a young girl stolen from her family. So really, it was time to find the men. Or man, Zedd probably didn’t count.
“Are we there yet?”
“No.”
“Is it much farther?”
“No.”
“Can we stop for a rest?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to stab you in the back?”
“No.”
“Do you want to kiss me?”
“N- what?”
“Nothing.”
There is silence once again, but this time it is Cara that glances back at her every few paces. Kahlan enjoys the other woman’s discomfort and merely smiles her best ‘I’m the Mother Confessor, of course I don’t have anything to hide’ smile. It’s never failed her before, so she is quiet surprised when seconds later she is being shoved up against the slightly damp wall, the torch falling at her feet.
“Would you care to repeat that last question?” Kahlan is hyper aware of Cara’s hands holding onto her upper arms and the very small space between their faces.
“I, uh- I can’t remember the question.” She wishes her voice didn’t come out so shaken, but there’s really nothing she can do about it with the blonde’s eyes slipping down to her lips every two seconds.
“Hmm, well what if I said yes? Do you think you could remember the question then?”
Kahlan thinks about forcing the other woman back, but as she gathers her strength, the torch sputters and dies and they are plunged into darkness. For a moment panic seizes her muscles before she feels soft, but demanding, lips on her own. All thoughts of the dark, getting to Richard, or even being lost vanish when a warm, wet tongue swipes along her bottom lip. She hears a groan echo as she opens her mouth to let tongues and teeth clash together. In the absolute darkness she’s not even sure if her eyes are open, let alone who made the sound.
Suddenly there’s no more kissing, no more warmth.
“Well?”
“Yes.” And still there are no lips on hers.
“Yes, you remember the question or yes, you want me to kiss you if I wanted to kiss you?”
The Confessor doesn’t even dignify a response; instead, she simply pushes away from the wall until she connects with the Mord’Sith, forcing Cara to wrap her arms around her. Once that is accomplished she leans forward until her lips meet skin, finding the blonde’s cheek and following the curve down to slightly swollen lips. They kiss frantically until Kahlan can’t take it anymore and reaches for Cara’s clothes and finds a problem. How is she supposed to strip a Mord’Sith in the dark? She’s not sure she could undress a Mord’Sith at midday with several extra hands and a map.
“How do you-”
She’s growing frustrated, and the question is too loud in the dark with only their panted breaths for company. Suddenly hands are at her bodice and she forgets about undressing the other woman, especially when the cloth is yanked down exposing her breasts. The cave air is cold on her nipples which rise sharply to attention before they’re covered with a warm mouth alternating between them. Once again she breaks the near silence, but this time she cries out, sending echoes deep into the dark.
Her skirts are quickly hiked up to her waist as warm hands slowly rake up the insides of her thighs. She blushes in the darkness when the fingertips rub against the wetness that’s leaking from her core, but there’s no one to see. The hands move up and fingernails scratch along her hipbones making her shiver and cry out. Embarrassed by the sounds the Mord’Sith is pulling from her, she hopes the cave is truly deserted. That’s her last thought as a hand settles between her legs and fingers start to move expertly over her clit.
She holds onto the head still at her breast, still sucking, still licking. She tangles her fingers in the glossy hair, running it through her fingers, trying to ground herself in this world of darkness and pleasure. The fingers move lower, circling her opening, pausing. Kahlan pulls upward, bringing them into a bruising kiss. She feels Cara’s tongue enter her mouth at the same time two strong, slim fingers push inside her. She cannot help the cry that explodes from her, but she takes solace in the shivers that run through the Mord’Sith.
“More.” She can’t believe that’s her voice. It’s wanton and full of dark passion. She knows if there were light to reflect, her eyes would be almost completely back. She is very quickly losing control. Of herself, of her magic, of her own desires.
Then Cara adds a third finger and goes back to her breasts. She uses her teeth and mouth on one and pinches the other painfully, all while pumping into her faster, harder. She’s teetering on the edge until out of nowhere she feels the sting of an agiel on her bare breast. That’s all that’s needed. A keening sound fills the air and she pushes the other woman away so fast, so hard she hears her crash against the opposite wall. Then she is coming and seeing all the stars over the Midlands at once before sliding down to flop at the base of the wall. It is several minutes before she realizes the stone is cold on her exposed buttocks.
When she’s able, she stands shakily and tries to pull up her clothes. She hisses in pleasure/pain as her bodice rubs over the nipple that still stings. Carefully she moves to the other wall, hands held out in front of her, but is shocked to find Cara is gone. For a brief moment she fears she offended the blonde by shoving her away, but she was only trying to keep her safe. If she did take offence she could have left, leaving Kahlan alone in the dark with no idea which direction will lead her out of this hell hole faster.
She starts in one direction and almost falls on her face tripping over something. Holding it up she, can feel the leather. She has a sneaking suspicion is might be red. Two arms wrap around her middle, two very naked arms.
“I took the liberty of removing my leathers since you seemed to be having difficulty,” a voice purrs in her ear.
“How thoughtful,” she manages to reply though it doesn’t contain the sarcasm she intended, perhaps because the Mord’Sith’s naked breasts are pressing deliciously into her back.
“Wasn’t it though.”
Kahlan reaches back to grab her hips and pull her closer, but the shock of encountering two agiels has her pulling back. There is still no light, but she can imagine Cara standing behind her, naked but for the belt and agiels hanging around her waist. This time she’s not embarrassed by the moan the fills the small space.
Carefully turning around, she blindly searches for the other woman’s mouth, finding it quickly then leaving to lay kisses along the tan neck and sharp collarbones. She teasingly sways their hips together, never letting them get close enough for the agiels to find her flesh. Apparently this frustrates the Mord’Sith past her limits because one hand locks behind her neck and the other around her waist before they are pulled powerfully together.
Again Kahlan’s skirts are lifted, but this time a naked, dripping slit meets her thigh, and she feels her own wetness coat her legs again. Cara still holds them locked together, but slowly starts a rhythm where her clit drags exquisitely across the brunette’s sensitive thigh. Kahlan almost cries out the first time one of the agiels deals her a glancing blow as the Mord’Sith rocks against her, but she doesn’t pull away. There’s something about listening to the sounds the other woman is making and feeling her sliding wet and hot against her thigh that mixed with the unseen, random sting is almost - perfect.
They sway together that way for a few quick moments, both crying out sharply when an agiel finds its mark. It’s a blur of pleasure, pain, and almost sinful indulgence when Cara finally comes screaming her name. She hangs tightly to Kahlan, but soon the Confessor pushes her away, gently this time. One hand under her dress, fingers on her clit, and an ‘accidental” brush with the agiel on Cara’s waist and she’s calling out a name as well before falling back into the other woman, careful this time to avoid the belt.
Together they stay that way until they’ve caught their breath and have mostly stopped shaking. Then Cara moves away, and Kahlan assumes it’s to replace her leathers, so she takes the opportunity to try and put everything back where it’s supposed to be, quite difficult when you’ve recently been attacked by a rabid Mord’Sith. The light flares again, and she turns around only to be confronted by a still very naked blonde.
“Your leathers,” Kahlan points out numbly.
“I thought you might prefer the light first,” Cara smirks since it’s obvious the Mother Confessor can’t take her eyes off the woman in front of her. She’s still trying to identify all the parts that she touched, licked, and- moistened on the incredible body. “Would you like to continue our journey, Mother Confessor?”
“Um.” The blonde’s hair is mussed, giving it a just ravaged look.
“Should we turn around, Mother Confessor?”
“Hmm.” She can see the bite marks across the tan neck and collar bones.
“Should we throw Richard to the Mriswith, Mother Confessor?”
“Uh.” There are several spots on the insides of Cara’s tanned legs that shine wetly in the torchlight.
“Should we do this again, only this time, rid you of your clothes?”
“Um . . . what?”
A single blonde brow is raised in her direction. “Would you like me to repeat the question?”
Slowly a smile forms across Kahlan’s face. She no longer wants to stab someone. They weren’t scheduled to meet with Richard and Zed till the next day, and really, the whole cave thing had kind of grown on her. Especially if she shares it with a naked (and more than willing) Cara.
“Well?” The Mord’Sith wore an impatient frown until Kahlan approached her, untying the laces as she advanced. She reaches out her hand and almost laughs at the wide eyes and confident smirk she receives - up until she purposefully extinguishes the torch.
The darkness is immediate, and Kahlan feels all the hair on her arms rise. Every part of her naked body is tingling in the cool, damp air. She feels a matching smirk stretch across her own features.
“Yes.”
Then warm, insistent hands are running all over her body and Kahlan decides that getting lost in caves might be something she should do more often.
“Maybe we should turn around?” She thinks it’s a perfectly reasonable request, after all, they only have one torch and they’ve been walking forever, but no, the blonde head she can barely see in front of her shakes in the negative.
“It’s just a little farther.”
“When you said you knew a short cut, did you purposefully leave out the fact that it was through a dark, creepy tunnel,” she feels it might be relevant to ask.
“ . . . Yes.”
“That’s what I thought.”
Nothing more is said as their footsteps continue to echo around them. Kahlan prays they will find the exit soon so they can rejoin Richard and Zedd. She’s been alone with the Mord’Sith for just a little too long since just yesterday she had noticed she found it sort of cute the way Cara would obsessively touch her right agiel, then her left, then her right, always in that order. And of course it wasn’t cute. It was a tragic habit forced on a young girl stolen from her family. So really, it was time to find the men. Or man, Zedd probably didn’t count.
“Are we there yet?”
“No.”
“Is it much farther?”
“No.”
“Can we stop for a rest?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to stab you in the back?”
“No.”
“Do you want to kiss me?”
“N- what?”
“Nothing.”
There is silence once again, but this time it is Cara that glances back at her every few paces. Kahlan enjoys the other woman’s discomfort and merely smiles her best ‘I’m the Mother Confessor, of course I don’t have anything to hide’ smile. It’s never failed her before, so she is quiet surprised when seconds later she is being shoved up against the slightly damp wall, the torch falling at her feet.
“Would you care to repeat that last question?” Kahlan is hyper aware of Cara’s hands holding onto her upper arms and the very small space between their faces.
“I, uh- I can’t remember the question.” She wishes her voice didn’t come out so shaken, but there’s really nothing she can do about it with the blonde’s eyes slipping down to her lips every two seconds.
“Hmm, well what if I said yes? Do you think you could remember the question then?”
Kahlan thinks about forcing the other woman back, but as she gathers her strength, the torch sputters and dies and they are plunged into darkness. For a moment panic seizes her muscles before she feels soft, but demanding, lips on her own. All thoughts of the dark, getting to Richard, or even being lost vanish when a warm, wet tongue swipes along her bottom lip. She hears a groan echo as she opens her mouth to let tongues and teeth clash together. In the absolute darkness she’s not even sure if her eyes are open, let alone who made the sound.
Suddenly there’s no more kissing, no more warmth.
“Well?”
“Yes.” And still there are no lips on hers.
“Yes, you remember the question or yes, you want me to kiss you if I wanted to kiss you?”
The Confessor doesn’t even dignify a response; instead, she simply pushes away from the wall until she connects with the Mord’Sith, forcing Cara to wrap her arms around her. Once that is accomplished she leans forward until her lips meet skin, finding the blonde’s cheek and following the curve down to slightly swollen lips. They kiss frantically until Kahlan can’t take it anymore and reaches for Cara’s clothes and finds a problem. How is she supposed to strip a Mord’Sith in the dark? She’s not sure she could undress a Mord’Sith at midday with several extra hands and a map.
“How do you-”
She’s growing frustrated, and the question is too loud in the dark with only their panted breaths for company. Suddenly hands are at her bodice and she forgets about undressing the other woman, especially when the cloth is yanked down exposing her breasts. The cave air is cold on her nipples which rise sharply to attention before they’re covered with a warm mouth alternating between them. Once again she breaks the near silence, but this time she cries out, sending echoes deep into the dark.
Her skirts are quickly hiked up to her waist as warm hands slowly rake up the insides of her thighs. She blushes in the darkness when the fingertips rub against the wetness that’s leaking from her core, but there’s no one to see. The hands move up and fingernails scratch along her hipbones making her shiver and cry out. Embarrassed by the sounds the Mord’Sith is pulling from her, she hopes the cave is truly deserted. That’s her last thought as a hand settles between her legs and fingers start to move expertly over her clit.
She holds onto the head still at her breast, still sucking, still licking. She tangles her fingers in the glossy hair, running it through her fingers, trying to ground herself in this world of darkness and pleasure. The fingers move lower, circling her opening, pausing. Kahlan pulls upward, bringing them into a bruising kiss. She feels Cara’s tongue enter her mouth at the same time two strong, slim fingers push inside her. She cannot help the cry that explodes from her, but she takes solace in the shivers that run through the Mord’Sith.
“More.” She can’t believe that’s her voice. It’s wanton and full of dark passion. She knows if there were light to reflect, her eyes would be almost completely back. She is very quickly losing control. Of herself, of her magic, of her own desires.
Then Cara adds a third finger and goes back to her breasts. She uses her teeth and mouth on one and pinches the other painfully, all while pumping into her faster, harder. She’s teetering on the edge until out of nowhere she feels the sting of an agiel on her bare breast. That’s all that’s needed. A keening sound fills the air and she pushes the other woman away so fast, so hard she hears her crash against the opposite wall. Then she is coming and seeing all the stars over the Midlands at once before sliding down to flop at the base of the wall. It is several minutes before she realizes the stone is cold on her exposed buttocks.
When she’s able, she stands shakily and tries to pull up her clothes. She hisses in pleasure/pain as her bodice rubs over the nipple that still stings. Carefully she moves to the other wall, hands held out in front of her, but is shocked to find Cara is gone. For a brief moment she fears she offended the blonde by shoving her away, but she was only trying to keep her safe. If she did take offence she could have left, leaving Kahlan alone in the dark with no idea which direction will lead her out of this hell hole faster.
She starts in one direction and almost falls on her face tripping over something. Holding it up she, can feel the leather. She has a sneaking suspicion is might be red. Two arms wrap around her middle, two very naked arms.
“I took the liberty of removing my leathers since you seemed to be having difficulty,” a voice purrs in her ear.
“How thoughtful,” she manages to reply though it doesn’t contain the sarcasm she intended, perhaps because the Mord’Sith’s naked breasts are pressing deliciously into her back.
“Wasn’t it though.”
Kahlan reaches back to grab her hips and pull her closer, but the shock of encountering two agiels has her pulling back. There is still no light, but she can imagine Cara standing behind her, naked but for the belt and agiels hanging around her waist. This time she’s not embarrassed by the moan the fills the small space.
Carefully turning around, she blindly searches for the other woman’s mouth, finding it quickly then leaving to lay kisses along the tan neck and sharp collarbones. She teasingly sways their hips together, never letting them get close enough for the agiels to find her flesh. Apparently this frustrates the Mord’Sith past her limits because one hand locks behind her neck and the other around her waist before they are pulled powerfully together.
Again Kahlan’s skirts are lifted, but this time a naked, dripping slit meets her thigh, and she feels her own wetness coat her legs again. Cara still holds them locked together, but slowly starts a rhythm where her clit drags exquisitely across the brunette’s sensitive thigh. Kahlan almost cries out the first time one of the agiels deals her a glancing blow as the Mord’Sith rocks against her, but she doesn’t pull away. There’s something about listening to the sounds the other woman is making and feeling her sliding wet and hot against her thigh that mixed with the unseen, random sting is almost - perfect.
They sway together that way for a few quick moments, both crying out sharply when an agiel finds its mark. It’s a blur of pleasure, pain, and almost sinful indulgence when Cara finally comes screaming her name. She hangs tightly to Kahlan, but soon the Confessor pushes her away, gently this time. One hand under her dress, fingers on her clit, and an ‘accidental” brush with the agiel on Cara’s waist and she’s calling out a name as well before falling back into the other woman, careful this time to avoid the belt.
Together they stay that way until they’ve caught their breath and have mostly stopped shaking. Then Cara moves away, and Kahlan assumes it’s to replace her leathers, so she takes the opportunity to try and put everything back where it’s supposed to be, quite difficult when you’ve recently been attacked by a rabid Mord’Sith. The light flares again, and she turns around only to be confronted by a still very naked blonde.
“Your leathers,” Kahlan points out numbly.
“I thought you might prefer the light first,” Cara smirks since it’s obvious the Mother Confessor can’t take her eyes off the woman in front of her. She’s still trying to identify all the parts that she touched, licked, and- moistened on the incredible body. “Would you like to continue our journey, Mother Confessor?”
“Um.” The blonde’s hair is mussed, giving it a just ravaged look.
“Should we turn around, Mother Confessor?”
“Hmm.” She can see the bite marks across the tan neck and collar bones.
“Should we throw Richard to the Mriswith, Mother Confessor?”
“Uh.” There are several spots on the insides of Cara’s tanned legs that shine wetly in the torchlight.
“Should we do this again, only this time, rid you of your clothes?”
“Um . . . what?”
A single blonde brow is raised in her direction. “Would you like me to repeat the question?”
Slowly a smile forms across Kahlan’s face. She no longer wants to stab someone. They weren’t scheduled to meet with Richard and Zed till the next day, and really, the whole cave thing had kind of grown on her. Especially if she shares it with a naked (and more than willing) Cara.
“Well?” The Mord’Sith wore an impatient frown until Kahlan approached her, untying the laces as she advanced. She reaches out her hand and almost laughs at the wide eyes and confident smirk she receives - up until she purposefully extinguishes the torch.
The darkness is immediate, and Kahlan feels all the hair on her arms rise. Every part of her naked body is tingling in the cool, damp air. She feels a matching smirk stretch across her own features.
“Yes.”
Then warm, insistent hands are running all over her body and Kahlan decides that getting lost in caves might be something she should do more often.