Now we are free - Part II
Title: Now we are free - Part II
Rating: M + - R
Author: redheadednursey (also known as "herblueeyes" on FF.net)
Note: This follows on from Now we are free - Part II
Disclaimer: I own neither the characters or LotS. I just like manipulating them to my will.
They had left the ruins behind, Kahlan and Richard sharing a mount as the Pillars of Creation sunk back into the distance, the sun sinking slowly behind them as they rode inland. Sand dunes soon gave way to forest as twilight fell around them. The Seeker pulled up their mount as a clearing came up before them - a quite place for a restful night.
“I could do with a hot, well cooked meal.” Zedd declared as Kahlan and Richard dismounted. His eyes travelled over the Seeker and Confessor before looking up the road. “Another hour and I could have roof over my head and a soft bed beneath my aching back.” Kahlan shared a smile with Richard. Cara just shook her head in disgust and rolled her eyes in the direction of the tavern.
“Keep riding Wizard - I’m sure Lord Rahl and the Confessor wouldn’t miss a night of your snoring.”
“I’d prefer the stars tonight.” Kahlan and Richard’s eyes met as their unanimous words echoed the others. The Mord’Sith just sighed, tossed the pack of spare food and blankets to her Lord before kicking her mount back up the path.
“Hurry up Wizard - I don’t want to listen to your growling stomach the entire way.” Kahlan took the pack from her new husband and went about setting up camp as Zedd smiled on.
“We’ll meet you at the tavern tomorrow then.” He declared - and before any more could be said, he too turned his mount and followed Cara into the evening. With a shake of his head, the Seeker turned to find his wife bent over a fire pit, smiling up at him as she struck the flint.
They went through the motions - setting up another camp beneath the stars. Only this time they were never more than a foot apart, arms and legs bumping the others softly as the moon rose above them and the set about banking the fire. The tension between them was sharper than any blade - but it left her skin crawling in need as she watched her Seeker tether their mount.
When he turned to face her he felt his heart stop as he watched her pull off her jacket - the fire’s warmth casting a golden glow over her skin. Their eyes met and before they realised it they were striding towards the other, coming together breathlessly before the fire.
“We can wait.” He murmured softly, his hands contradicting those words as they pulled her closer.
“It is our wedding night-” she grinned, her nerves making her giddy. “There is a reason Cara and Zedd rode on to the tavern.” Her fingers slipped between them to pull at the strings of her corset, before looking up into her husband’s eyes. “I need you to much to wait a moment longer Richard - we have waited long enough.” His hands caught hers, halting her deft fingers and reaching to grip her chin gently. His eyes were burning - she knew he wanted her too - saw the fire burning there as he held her to him.
“Does it scare you?”
“No. My Richard, no.” She pressed herself to him more firmly, tangling fingers in his hair as he inhaled her scent, loving the way it drowned out everything else. “The only thing that scares me is loosing you.” Sliding a hand down his neck and resting it on his shoulder, the Confessor pressed an ear to his chest, finding comfort in the slow, strong rhythm of his heart. “If I can’t hear your heartbeat, you’re too far away.” Leaning back, the Confessor pushed the vest off his shoulders, loving the way his eyes lit up as she gripped the edge of his shirt and pulled it over his head. His own hands slid beneath the straps of her corset and let it slide away. Leaning away from him, the Confessor sank to the ground, fingers tugging at her husband’s as the fire warmed her already flushed skin.
They met halfway, Kahlan reaching up to him as he bent down to her, one hand propping her up as her other moved to cup his cheek. Their chests coming together as they both sank back onto the ground caused their breaths to catch in their throats. That feeling of warm skin over warm skin sent the Confessor’s heart into a frenzy, as her body instinctually arched into his. Her legs widened to cradle his hips, his pants and her skirt the only thing between them.
He heard the sudden sigh of pleasure and moved his lips to hers, sharing a heated kiss with her that seemed to leave him completely breathless. He had never before felt this way about anyone, had never felt that he needed someone more than air itself to allow him to survive. It was with this sudden realization that Richard pulled back slightly and smiled down to his Confessor as her eyes opened. Breathlessly she murmured, “Richard?” hands smoothing back his hair. “Is something wrong?”
He shook his head in reply and pressed his lips to her neck. “I forgot to breathe.” That giddy feeling filled her once more and she couldn’t help but laugh as Richard sucked in her scent.
Sliding a hand beneath her, the Seeker lifted her slightly and angled her hips into his own, and it was both the shudder of delight and soft gasp of pleasure elicited from her that had him push against her once more before sliding his hand from her hips to her side, the backs of his fingers brushing her soft skin. “Richard-” her lips breathed his name, so seductive, yet innocently wanton that he couldn’t help but press against her with more fervor than before.
Her own hands moved fervently over his back, tracing the contours of his spine and muscles, gently running her nails over taut skin. Hesitantly, Kahlan slid her fingers beneath the belt of his breeches, stroking at the soft skin she had only dreamed of caressing as his lips moved to her ear, teeth scraping her skin. His drawn out moan as her fingers slid further urged her on and she felt him shudder against her, pressing himself into her wandering fingers.
“Kahlan-” his voice was strained, deep with longing as she opened her eyes to meet his gaze. He was panting, fingers tangled in her hair as she stretched her fingers against him. His eyes closed and he moaned hotly, “Spirits Kahlan.” Before pressing his face into her neck. His breath washed over her in hot bursts as his lips peppered her neck with feather-soft kisses, the hand not tangled in her hair sliding between them, fingers pulling at the ties of his pants. He was aching with the need to have her, to be surrounded by her - to finally surrender to her. It was only moments later that their remaining clothes fell away to leave them skin to skin - new warmth filling them entirely as their desperation to be together, to finally be free, spread through them like wild fire.
They didn’t wait, but came together in a way that was graceful and left them gasping in its glory. It hurt, and the Seeker hesitated as he heard her intake of breath and felt the way she tensed. But the hurt was a retreating shadow as he filled her completely, the fact that they were finally together as they should have been long ago far outweighed the slight pain that was fast become waves of pleasure.
“Finally,” she whispered breathlessly. She opened her eyes to see him gently smiling back. Slowly, she arched her body into his. To express their deepest feelings after a lifetime of suppressed devotion, craving, longing, and love.His finger-tips lingering on the skin that caused her to quiver with pleasure as he stroked her, hesitantly at first but then more fervently, her body melting under his touch. He rolled them, so that she was sitting above him, legs either side of his hips.
His fingers came up to her breasts, caressing each gently, stroking her as she became more breathless, leaning into his hold and pushing against him, her legs tightening around his waist. Sitting up to meet her, his lips found hers again and Kahlan gloried in the heady taste and feel of him; his breath, his lips and tongue caressing her mouth and then her neck, before moving even lower and raining all three over her breasts. With a sound close to a low hum, the Seeker continued to taste the sweetness that was her skin, savouring the flavours that rolled over his tongue. He loved the way she arched into his mouth, chest heaving as he caressed his way down her body, stoping to give extra attention to those places that made her catch her breath and sigh his name. She was different. There was an intensity to her that had not been there the time she was torn into two - a deeper and more desperate passion that filled him with a hunger that needed to be quenched. This was Kahlan’s true self, and that knowledge left his heart pounding with an intense longing to finally be with her - but still, he realised, she was holding back.
He slowed his movements, sliding his hands down her arms to grip her hands, trying to suppress the waves of pleasure he could feel building. She opened fluttering eyes to peer down to him. When their gaze met he saw it there in the depths of those sapphire orbs. She was still scared - even though she had already tried and failed to confess him whilst in the Blood-Rage, he could still see the hesitation and fear of what may happen. Sliding a hand up to cup her cheek, he slid his fingers around to grip the back of her neck and pull her down and over so that he once again rested above and between her. Her legs widened and slid around his waist, grinning up to him as she wrapped herself around him. “Kahlan-” something in his tone made her falter, his eyes catching hers as he bent to press their brows together. “Kahlan, there’s nothing to be scared of.” He saw her confusion as she tried to steer away from his words.
“I’m not sca-” she cut her words short as he slid into her deeply, words blending together to form a moan as her body took over and her legs wrapped around her Seeker tighter. She was scared, and she new it had been foolish to try and deny otherwise. He slid one hand down her thigh, pressing his lips to her face. “You are scared - but you don’t need to be.” Pressing into her again, he watched as her eyes fluttered and felt the way she arched into him, legs wrapping even tighter as she tried still to hold back. His own pleasure was building, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep at this pace for much longer. Pressing his lips to her ear, the Seeker slid into her with more fervor, rocking into her as her own body rolled up into his with a passion that left the delicious pressure building higher and higher.
“Richard-” her voice was breathless, his name rolling off her tongue in rhythmic gasps as her body responded to his. One hand buried into his hair, the other raked nails over his back, fingers gripping him as tightly as the rest of her body. “Richard, Richard, Richard-” she could feel it building, a delicious pressure that left her wantonly aching for more. The Mother Confessor could also feel her power surging to the surface, waiting for the moment when her control was dropped and it was unleashed.
Sliding a hand between them, Richard stroked her in time with his movements, this added pleasure causing her to loose her rocking momentum and pull him even deeper. Pressing his mouth to her ear once more Richard whispered, “Just let go Kahlan.” before sliding his hot lips down her neck to taste the sweetness of her skin.
He heard her breath catch - felt the way her body trembled before her voice filled his ears as she finally let go. Kahlan arched into him, her head angling so that Richard’s lips could caress her skin as the feeling of pure rapture and pleasure tore through her slim frame. Her magic was a pulsing wave that spread through her, intensifying every touch to almost unbearable levels as her parted lips cried out his name in pure bliss. Richard fell with her only a heartbeat later, face pressed into her shoulder as the deep feeling of ecstasy pulsed through his body. The only thing heard was their breathless gasps of bliss as the moment carried out, their hearts beating wildly together before they both collapsed back to earth.
Rolling them, so that they faced each other - the Seeker pressed himself to his new wife, relishing the feel of her pounding heart as the moon illuminated the clearing around them. The night was warm but their cooling sweat left a shiver of gooseflesh over the Mother Confessor’s skin - he noticed, as always, and pulled her even closer, wrapping the blanket over them.
She tilted her head back, a hand sliding up between them to trace his lips. Her smile was there, that smile she only ever gave to him. “We found a way Richard.” She murmured, sighing deeply as his fingers caressed her back. “You always knew we would find away.”
“I knew that our love was strong enough Kahlan.” his arms went even tighter around her, her eyes fluttering closed once more - both still marveling the feel of their bare skin against the others. Pressing his lips to hers, he breathed her in before sighing the words into the warm air around them. “I knew one day we would be free.”
Rating: M + - R
Author: redheadednursey (also known as "herblueeyes" on FF.net)
Note: This follows on from Now we are free - Part II
Disclaimer: I own neither the characters or LotS. I just like manipulating them to my will.
They had left the ruins behind, Kahlan and Richard sharing a mount as the Pillars of Creation sunk back into the distance, the sun sinking slowly behind them as they rode inland. Sand dunes soon gave way to forest as twilight fell around them. The Seeker pulled up their mount as a clearing came up before them - a quite place for a restful night.
“I could do with a hot, well cooked meal.” Zedd declared as Kahlan and Richard dismounted. His eyes travelled over the Seeker and Confessor before looking up the road. “Another hour and I could have roof over my head and a soft bed beneath my aching back.” Kahlan shared a smile with Richard. Cara just shook her head in disgust and rolled her eyes in the direction of the tavern.
“Keep riding Wizard - I’m sure Lord Rahl and the Confessor wouldn’t miss a night of your snoring.”
“I’d prefer the stars tonight.” Kahlan and Richard’s eyes met as their unanimous words echoed the others. The Mord’Sith just sighed, tossed the pack of spare food and blankets to her Lord before kicking her mount back up the path.
“Hurry up Wizard - I don’t want to listen to your growling stomach the entire way.” Kahlan took the pack from her new husband and went about setting up camp as Zedd smiled on.
“We’ll meet you at the tavern tomorrow then.” He declared - and before any more could be said, he too turned his mount and followed Cara into the evening. With a shake of his head, the Seeker turned to find his wife bent over a fire pit, smiling up at him as she struck the flint.
They went through the motions - setting up another camp beneath the stars. Only this time they were never more than a foot apart, arms and legs bumping the others softly as the moon rose above them and the set about banking the fire. The tension between them was sharper than any blade - but it left her skin crawling in need as she watched her Seeker tether their mount.
When he turned to face her he felt his heart stop as he watched her pull off her jacket - the fire’s warmth casting a golden glow over her skin. Their eyes met and before they realised it they were striding towards the other, coming together breathlessly before the fire.
“We can wait.” He murmured softly, his hands contradicting those words as they pulled her closer.
“It is our wedding night-” she grinned, her nerves making her giddy. “There is a reason Cara and Zedd rode on to the tavern.” Her fingers slipped between them to pull at the strings of her corset, before looking up into her husband’s eyes. “I need you to much to wait a moment longer Richard - we have waited long enough.” His hands caught hers, halting her deft fingers and reaching to grip her chin gently. His eyes were burning - she knew he wanted her too - saw the fire burning there as he held her to him.
“Does it scare you?”
“No. My Richard, no.” She pressed herself to him more firmly, tangling fingers in his hair as he inhaled her scent, loving the way it drowned out everything else. “The only thing that scares me is loosing you.” Sliding a hand down his neck and resting it on his shoulder, the Confessor pressed an ear to his chest, finding comfort in the slow, strong rhythm of his heart. “If I can’t hear your heartbeat, you’re too far away.” Leaning back, the Confessor pushed the vest off his shoulders, loving the way his eyes lit up as she gripped the edge of his shirt and pulled it over his head. His own hands slid beneath the straps of her corset and let it slide away. Leaning away from him, the Confessor sank to the ground, fingers tugging at her husband’s as the fire warmed her already flushed skin.
They met halfway, Kahlan reaching up to him as he bent down to her, one hand propping her up as her other moved to cup his cheek. Their chests coming together as they both sank back onto the ground caused their breaths to catch in their throats. That feeling of warm skin over warm skin sent the Confessor’s heart into a frenzy, as her body instinctually arched into his. Her legs widened to cradle his hips, his pants and her skirt the only thing between them.
He heard the sudden sigh of pleasure and moved his lips to hers, sharing a heated kiss with her that seemed to leave him completely breathless. He had never before felt this way about anyone, had never felt that he needed someone more than air itself to allow him to survive. It was with this sudden realization that Richard pulled back slightly and smiled down to his Confessor as her eyes opened. Breathlessly she murmured, “Richard?” hands smoothing back his hair. “Is something wrong?”
He shook his head in reply and pressed his lips to her neck. “I forgot to breathe.” That giddy feeling filled her once more and she couldn’t help but laugh as Richard sucked in her scent.
Sliding a hand beneath her, the Seeker lifted her slightly and angled her hips into his own, and it was both the shudder of delight and soft gasp of pleasure elicited from her that had him push against her once more before sliding his hand from her hips to her side, the backs of his fingers brushing her soft skin. “Richard-” her lips breathed his name, so seductive, yet innocently wanton that he couldn’t help but press against her with more fervor than before.
Her own hands moved fervently over his back, tracing the contours of his spine and muscles, gently running her nails over taut skin. Hesitantly, Kahlan slid her fingers beneath the belt of his breeches, stroking at the soft skin she had only dreamed of caressing as his lips moved to her ear, teeth scraping her skin. His drawn out moan as her fingers slid further urged her on and she felt him shudder against her, pressing himself into her wandering fingers.
“Kahlan-” his voice was strained, deep with longing as she opened her eyes to meet his gaze. He was panting, fingers tangled in her hair as she stretched her fingers against him. His eyes closed and he moaned hotly, “Spirits Kahlan.” Before pressing his face into her neck. His breath washed over her in hot bursts as his lips peppered her neck with feather-soft kisses, the hand not tangled in her hair sliding between them, fingers pulling at the ties of his pants. He was aching with the need to have her, to be surrounded by her - to finally surrender to her. It was only moments later that their remaining clothes fell away to leave them skin to skin - new warmth filling them entirely as their desperation to be together, to finally be free, spread through them like wild fire.
They didn’t wait, but came together in a way that was graceful and left them gasping in its glory. It hurt, and the Seeker hesitated as he heard her intake of breath and felt the way she tensed. But the hurt was a retreating shadow as he filled her completely, the fact that they were finally together as they should have been long ago far outweighed the slight pain that was fast become waves of pleasure.
“Finally,” she whispered breathlessly. She opened her eyes to see him gently smiling back. Slowly, she arched her body into his. To express their deepest feelings after a lifetime of suppressed devotion, craving, longing, and love.His finger-tips lingering on the skin that caused her to quiver with pleasure as he stroked her, hesitantly at first but then more fervently, her body melting under his touch. He rolled them, so that she was sitting above him, legs either side of his hips.
His fingers came up to her breasts, caressing each gently, stroking her as she became more breathless, leaning into his hold and pushing against him, her legs tightening around his waist. Sitting up to meet her, his lips found hers again and Kahlan gloried in the heady taste and feel of him; his breath, his lips and tongue caressing her mouth and then her neck, before moving even lower and raining all three over her breasts. With a sound close to a low hum, the Seeker continued to taste the sweetness that was her skin, savouring the flavours that rolled over his tongue. He loved the way she arched into his mouth, chest heaving as he caressed his way down her body, stoping to give extra attention to those places that made her catch her breath and sigh his name. She was different. There was an intensity to her that had not been there the time she was torn into two - a deeper and more desperate passion that filled him with a hunger that needed to be quenched. This was Kahlan’s true self, and that knowledge left his heart pounding with an intense longing to finally be with her - but still, he realised, she was holding back.
He slowed his movements, sliding his hands down her arms to grip her hands, trying to suppress the waves of pleasure he could feel building. She opened fluttering eyes to peer down to him. When their gaze met he saw it there in the depths of those sapphire orbs. She was still scared - even though she had already tried and failed to confess him whilst in the Blood-Rage, he could still see the hesitation and fear of what may happen. Sliding a hand up to cup her cheek, he slid his fingers around to grip the back of her neck and pull her down and over so that he once again rested above and between her. Her legs widened and slid around his waist, grinning up to him as she wrapped herself around him. “Kahlan-” something in his tone made her falter, his eyes catching hers as he bent to press their brows together. “Kahlan, there’s nothing to be scared of.” He saw her confusion as she tried to steer away from his words.
“I’m not sca-” she cut her words short as he slid into her deeply, words blending together to form a moan as her body took over and her legs wrapped around her Seeker tighter. She was scared, and she new it had been foolish to try and deny otherwise. He slid one hand down her thigh, pressing his lips to her face. “You are scared - but you don’t need to be.” Pressing into her again, he watched as her eyes fluttered and felt the way she arched into him, legs wrapping even tighter as she tried still to hold back. His own pleasure was building, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep at this pace for much longer. Pressing his lips to her ear, the Seeker slid into her with more fervor, rocking into her as her own body rolled up into his with a passion that left the delicious pressure building higher and higher.
“Richard-” her voice was breathless, his name rolling off her tongue in rhythmic gasps as her body responded to his. One hand buried into his hair, the other raked nails over his back, fingers gripping him as tightly as the rest of her body. “Richard, Richard, Richard-” she could feel it building, a delicious pressure that left her wantonly aching for more. The Mother Confessor could also feel her power surging to the surface, waiting for the moment when her control was dropped and it was unleashed.
Sliding a hand between them, Richard stroked her in time with his movements, this added pleasure causing her to loose her rocking momentum and pull him even deeper. Pressing his mouth to her ear once more Richard whispered, “Just let go Kahlan.” before sliding his hot lips down her neck to taste the sweetness of her skin.
He heard her breath catch - felt the way her body trembled before her voice filled his ears as she finally let go. Kahlan arched into him, her head angling so that Richard’s lips could caress her skin as the feeling of pure rapture and pleasure tore through her slim frame. Her magic was a pulsing wave that spread through her, intensifying every touch to almost unbearable levels as her parted lips cried out his name in pure bliss. Richard fell with her only a heartbeat later, face pressed into her shoulder as the deep feeling of ecstasy pulsed through his body. The only thing heard was their breathless gasps of bliss as the moment carried out, their hearts beating wildly together before they both collapsed back to earth.
Rolling them, so that they faced each other - the Seeker pressed himself to his new wife, relishing the feel of her pounding heart as the moon illuminated the clearing around them. The night was warm but their cooling sweat left a shiver of gooseflesh over the Mother Confessor’s skin - he noticed, as always, and pulled her even closer, wrapping the blanket over them.
She tilted her head back, a hand sliding up between them to trace his lips. Her smile was there, that smile she only ever gave to him. “We found a way Richard.” She murmured, sighing deeply as his fingers caressed her back. “You always knew we would find away.”
“I knew that our love was strong enough Kahlan.” his arms went even tighter around her, her eyes fluttering closed once more - both still marveling the feel of their bare skin against the others. Pressing his lips to hers, he breathed her in before sighing the words into the warm air around them. “I knew one day we would be free.”