As It Should Be (Legend of the Seeker, Cara/Dahlia)
Title: As It Should Be
Author: toss_toss_love
Recipient: seriousfic
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Pairing: Cara/Dahlia
Rating: R
Word Count: 1078
Warnings: Dom/Sub relationship
Summary: Cara and Dahlia make up for lost time.
Cara looked at her fellow Mord'Sith expectantly. Dahlia acquiesed to the silent request and began removing Cara's leathers. She started with the gloves, unlacing the sleeves and tugging off the gloves using her teeth. She kissed, nibbled, and licked each of Cara's fingers.
"Dahlia." So much meaning behind one word. I missed you. I need you. I love you. Always.
Dahlia trailed her hand down the vee of Cara's leathers, stopping her hand over Cara's heart.
"Cara." I missed you. I need you. I love you. Always.
The taller Mord'Sith grasped the other's collar and pulled Cara flush against her. Dahlia rubbed her nose along Cara's cheek. Cara smelled so good, so familiar. This was home. This was hers.
Cara tilted her her head and pressed her lips to Dahlia's, gently, then rested her forehead against her lover's. Both woman closed their eyes and relished in the warm breath that they shared. Dahlia removed Cara's top, her hands palming the free breasts. Both moaned at the contact. Cara started to remove her pants, but Dahlia swatted her hands away. Cara pushed Dahlia away with such force that she fell to the ground. Dahlia blinked rapidly. Cara offered a raised eyebrow. Dahlia smirked before lowering her eyes to the ground.
"I'm sorry Mistress." Dahlia kneeled in supplication, though she looked up at Cara defiantly through her lowered lashes.
Cara grunted and shucked off the remaining leather. "You will be, pet."
The blonde backed up until her felt the cool stone graze her shoulderblades and ass. Cara spread the legs and ran her hands down her body, stopping to tweak her nipples before cupping her dripping sex. Dahlia whimpered. Cara laughed harshly at her reaction, then motioned Dahlia to come to her. Dahlia crawled towards Cara, making sure to sway her hips and shake her ass. When she neared, Cara roughly grabbed her braid and pulled Dahlia face so close to her wetness that the Mord'Sith needed only to extend the tongue and she would be able to taste Cara. But she didn't, knowing that Cara would punish her for such disobedience.
Cara used her other hand to spread her lips. Dahlia's mouth watered at the sight of Cara's glistening folds and protuding clit. She licked the her lips in anticipation.
"Do you want a taste, Dahlia?"
Cara's voice was hoarse with lust.
"Yes." Dahlia whispered.
Cara tugged on Dahlia's braid, hard. Tears welled up in Dahlia's eyes, but she didn't cry.
"What?"
Dahlia realized her mistake. "Yes, Mistress. I want to taste your pussy and I want to fuck you with my tongue and swallow your come. Please let me, Mistress." The younger woman knew that though Cara was a woman of very little words, she loved hearing Dahlia describing exaxtly what she wanted to do to Cara.
"Well played, pet." Cara shoved Dahlia's face between her legs and started thrusting her hips towards Dahlia's eager tongue.
-
The world was as it should be. Cara was back where she belonged - with Dahlia... and her other Sisters of the Agiel, and Lord Rahl.
Cara quickly resumed her position as Lord Rahl's most trusted Mord'Sith; Dahlia just a step behind her. It was always the two of them. Even during the years of training. Especially during training when they promised to survive, to be strong for each other. Cara and Dahlia - together they were stronger than any of the other girls.
Among the Mord'Sith, one was rarely seen without the other.
Soon, Denna caught on to their "special" relationship. She made Cara watch as Denna trained Dahlia with Cara's agiel for hours. Each time the agiel screamed against her skin, Dahlia smiled. Nothing could keep the two apart. And after Dahlia was released, Cara took her virginity and covered the agiel marks with her own. However, the training session was not completely ineffective. Cara and Dahlia learned to keep their tangible affinity for each other hidden from prying eyes.
Together the pain was always a precursor to the pleasure they found in each other. Cara and Dahlia - nothing in the New or Old world could stop them, not even the Keeper.
-
Wakened by Dahlia stroking the cuts and bruises on her back left by her re-breaking, Cara let out a contented sigh and turned onto her back.
Dahlia resumed her attentions, trailing her fingers up and down Cara's abdomen.
"Dahlia, what is it?"
The brunette smiled softly, "I've missed you."
Cara propped herself up on her elbows. "Dahlia."
"The Seeker is weak. He made you weak," Dahlia said, almost pouting.
"I not weak anymore." Cara smirked and straddled Dahlia's hips. "Or do you need another demonstration?"
"No." Dahlia stretched up and pecked Cara lightly on the lips. "You're different. He changed you. I don't like it."
Cara huffed and bumped her pelvis against Dahlia's. "You seemed to like it earlier."
Dahlia turned her face to the side and blinked rapidly to prevent the welling tears from falling.
"I want to kill him and then give him the Breath of Life and kill him again." Dahlia's voice was hoarse with emotion.
"Dahlia."
"And the Wizard."
"Dahlia."
"And especially the Mother Confessor. I don't like the way she looked at you. Or the way she touched you so casually."
"Mistress Dahlia, are you jealous?" Cara nuzzled her neck to lessen the sting of the joke.
Dahlia turned her head sharply and stared at Cara coldly. "Should I be?"
The blonde merely laughed and rolled off of Dahlia.
"Soon, Lord Rahl will regain control of D'Hara and defeat the Seeker. It's not our place to just go off and kill the Seeker and his friends."
Dahlia sat up and crossed her arms. "But we could do it. We could kill them. It would be SO easy," Dahlia said indignantly.
"Lord Rahl will see to it."
"Cara, don't make me beg."
"But I love it when you beg."
"Cara, they hurt you. I want to hurt them."
Dahlia crawled on top of Cara and rested her head on the blonde's chest, right above her heart. "Please."
"I'll suggest it to Lord Rahl then."
Dahlia giggled and cuddled closer to Cara. "Of course, you'll get the honor of killing the Seeker. It's only just after he made you betray the true Lord Rahl. But, I want the Mother Confessor."
"Whatever you want Dahlia." Cara pushed Dahlia off of her and pinned her down. "I think we need to test my strength again."
Author: toss_toss_love
Recipient: seriousfic
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Pairing: Cara/Dahlia
Rating: R
Word Count: 1078
Warnings: Dom/Sub relationship
Summary: Cara and Dahlia make up for lost time.
Cara looked at her fellow Mord'Sith expectantly. Dahlia acquiesed to the silent request and began removing Cara's leathers. She started with the gloves, unlacing the sleeves and tugging off the gloves using her teeth. She kissed, nibbled, and licked each of Cara's fingers.
"Dahlia." So much meaning behind one word. I missed you. I need you. I love you. Always.
Dahlia trailed her hand down the vee of Cara's leathers, stopping her hand over Cara's heart.
"Cara." I missed you. I need you. I love you. Always.
The taller Mord'Sith grasped the other's collar and pulled Cara flush against her. Dahlia rubbed her nose along Cara's cheek. Cara smelled so good, so familiar. This was home. This was hers.
Cara tilted her her head and pressed her lips to Dahlia's, gently, then rested her forehead against her lover's. Both woman closed their eyes and relished in the warm breath that they shared. Dahlia removed Cara's top, her hands palming the free breasts. Both moaned at the contact. Cara started to remove her pants, but Dahlia swatted her hands away. Cara pushed Dahlia away with such force that she fell to the ground. Dahlia blinked rapidly. Cara offered a raised eyebrow. Dahlia smirked before lowering her eyes to the ground.
"I'm sorry Mistress." Dahlia kneeled in supplication, though she looked up at Cara defiantly through her lowered lashes.
Cara grunted and shucked off the remaining leather. "You will be, pet."
The blonde backed up until her felt the cool stone graze her shoulderblades and ass. Cara spread the legs and ran her hands down her body, stopping to tweak her nipples before cupping her dripping sex. Dahlia whimpered. Cara laughed harshly at her reaction, then motioned Dahlia to come to her. Dahlia crawled towards Cara, making sure to sway her hips and shake her ass. When she neared, Cara roughly grabbed her braid and pulled Dahlia face so close to her wetness that the Mord'Sith needed only to extend the tongue and she would be able to taste Cara. But she didn't, knowing that Cara would punish her for such disobedience.
Cara used her other hand to spread her lips. Dahlia's mouth watered at the sight of Cara's glistening folds and protuding clit. She licked the her lips in anticipation.
"Do you want a taste, Dahlia?"
Cara's voice was hoarse with lust.
"Yes." Dahlia whispered.
Cara tugged on Dahlia's braid, hard. Tears welled up in Dahlia's eyes, but she didn't cry.
"What?"
Dahlia realized her mistake. "Yes, Mistress. I want to taste your pussy and I want to fuck you with my tongue and swallow your come. Please let me, Mistress." The younger woman knew that though Cara was a woman of very little words, she loved hearing Dahlia describing exaxtly what she wanted to do to Cara.
"Well played, pet." Cara shoved Dahlia's face between her legs and started thrusting her hips towards Dahlia's eager tongue.
-
The world was as it should be. Cara was back where she belonged - with Dahlia... and her other Sisters of the Agiel, and Lord Rahl.
Cara quickly resumed her position as Lord Rahl's most trusted Mord'Sith; Dahlia just a step behind her. It was always the two of them. Even during the years of training. Especially during training when they promised to survive, to be strong for each other. Cara and Dahlia - together they were stronger than any of the other girls.
Among the Mord'Sith, one was rarely seen without the other.
Soon, Denna caught on to their "special" relationship. She made Cara watch as Denna trained Dahlia with Cara's agiel for hours. Each time the agiel screamed against her skin, Dahlia smiled. Nothing could keep the two apart. And after Dahlia was released, Cara took her virginity and covered the agiel marks with her own. However, the training session was not completely ineffective. Cara and Dahlia learned to keep their tangible affinity for each other hidden from prying eyes.
Together the pain was always a precursor to the pleasure they found in each other. Cara and Dahlia - nothing in the New or Old world could stop them, not even the Keeper.
-
Wakened by Dahlia stroking the cuts and bruises on her back left by her re-breaking, Cara let out a contented sigh and turned onto her back.
Dahlia resumed her attentions, trailing her fingers up and down Cara's abdomen.
"Dahlia, what is it?"
The brunette smiled softly, "I've missed you."
Cara propped herself up on her elbows. "Dahlia."
"The Seeker is weak. He made you weak," Dahlia said, almost pouting.
"I not weak anymore." Cara smirked and straddled Dahlia's hips. "Or do you need another demonstration?"
"No." Dahlia stretched up and pecked Cara lightly on the lips. "You're different. He changed you. I don't like it."
Cara huffed and bumped her pelvis against Dahlia's. "You seemed to like it earlier."
Dahlia turned her face to the side and blinked rapidly to prevent the welling tears from falling.
"I want to kill him and then give him the Breath of Life and kill him again." Dahlia's voice was hoarse with emotion.
"Dahlia."
"And the Wizard."
"Dahlia."
"And especially the Mother Confessor. I don't like the way she looked at you. Or the way she touched you so casually."
"Mistress Dahlia, are you jealous?" Cara nuzzled her neck to lessen the sting of the joke.
Dahlia turned her head sharply and stared at Cara coldly. "Should I be?"
The blonde merely laughed and rolled off of Dahlia.
"Soon, Lord Rahl will regain control of D'Hara and defeat the Seeker. It's not our place to just go off and kill the Seeker and his friends."
Dahlia sat up and crossed her arms. "But we could do it. We could kill them. It would be SO easy," Dahlia said indignantly.
"Lord Rahl will see to it."
"Cara, don't make me beg."
"But I love it when you beg."
"Cara, they hurt you. I want to hurt them."
Dahlia crawled on top of Cara and rested her head on the blonde's chest, right above her heart. "Please."
"I'll suggest it to Lord Rahl then."
Dahlia giggled and cuddled closer to Cara. "Of course, you'll get the honor of killing the Seeker. It's only just after he made you betray the true Lord Rahl. But, I want the Mother Confessor."
"Whatever you want Dahlia." Cara pushed Dahlia off of her and pinned her down. "I think we need to test my strength again."