Fic: Ways to Confess
Title: Ways to confess
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~1950
Warning: This is really (I think) quite mild, but I am putting a warning just in case, as it could be interpreted as dub-con
Prompts: Cara/Kahlan, fingering beneath the dinner table
Summary: They need Kahlan to confess someone without bringing attention to themselves. Cara thinks of a way.
To be entirely truthful, it is not like Cara has not considered the idea of such a device before.
“You will have to confess Prince Tireng on the dinner table.” Cara crosses her arms over her chest, looking at the other two sternly.
If they want to free Richard, they need to have Prince Tireng under their control.
It is a simple, fool-proof plan really: Kahlan confesses the Prince and then, he orders Richard free.
Their chance will come tonight. Cara and Kahlan have been invited to dine with the Prince. It has been arranged that the Mother Confessor will be the guest of honor, sitting right next to the prince, and of course, Cara will sit right next to Kahlan.
This last part has not been arranged yet, but Cara is quite confident that she will be able to convince whoever is supposed to sit next to Kahlan to swap places with her.
She can be fairly convincing if she wants to.
“Cara, I cannot just grab him by the neck in front of all the other guests!” Kahlan exclaims indignantly. “They will kill us before I have a chance to command him.”
Zedd only nods in agreement, but he looks curiously at Cara. He can tell she has a plan.
“Of course you cannot confess him like that.” Cara frowns. “Don’t be ridiculous! You have to be more subtle.” She huffs.
It is entirely obvious to Cara what needs to be done, but she does not want to be crass. She knows from past experience that the Mother Confessor does not really approve of her straightforward approach. Kahlan does not find it compassionate… to her own prudish nature, Cara can only assume.
Cara just wishes they weren’t all so silly and that they would finally start working around the inconveniences of confession, rather than against them.
Kahlan looks at Zedd for a moment in exasperation and then, back at Cara.
“And how do you suggest I confess him, then? If I am sitting at the table, between you and him, having dinner? How can I subtly go about this? Please, enlighten me.” She also crosses her arms, staring at the Mord’Sith in challenge.
In reply, Cara only raises her eyebrows meaningfully.
Kahlan can only stare back, face blank.
Cara uncrosses her arms, hands going to her hips and rolling her eyes at the other woman’s naïveté. “Kahlan, think. How else can you confess people?”
The answer comes to Zedd only a moment before it comes to Kahlan.
He coughs loudly and tries to hide a smile behind his hand.
When it finally hits Kahlan, she flushes a ridiculously bright shade of red. So much so, that for a second Zedd is concerned for her.
“Cara!” it comes out as a gasp as she finally releases the air from her lungs. “You are not suggesting that I-, that I-” Kahlan cannot even say it.
“That you have an orgasm, Kahlan.” Cara adds helpfully.
Kahlan is just too mortified. Her eyes go comically round, “in front of everyone!” she says in a breathless whisper.
Cara nods thoughtfully, then, she turns to look at the wizard. “Zedd just needs to enchant a leather pouch so that it vibrates. I can help place it in the right spot once we are all seated at the table, if you want. And then, when you release the magic, you can reach over and touch his hand.”
Cara nods to herself. “Nobody will suspect.”
It is an excellent plan.
Both Kahlan and Zedd look at her with varying degrees of horror. Well, to be fair, Zedd’s is mixed up with amusement.
Kahlan is only horrified.
“But-, no! no way, Cara! I couldn’t!” She turns pleading eyes towards the wizard, who is scratching his chin.
He nods to Cara.
“I know of a spell that could do that. I have never used it before in such a way, but yes. Yes. It could be done.” He says, already getting excited about trying some new magic. He turns towards his backpack. “I think I have the right herbs for this spell with me.” He smiles at the women toothily. “My brother and I used it when we were young, to make the fruit shake and drop from high branches, so that we could get nice figs!” He smiles at the distant memory, “but, yes, it should also work for this,” he winks at Cara as he turns again back to his backpack.
He sounds really on board with the idea, much to Kahlan's indignation.
Kahlan watches him helplessly as he rummages around his backpack.
She turns to Cara, who just looks mortally bored.
“Cara, I am not going to do it.”
Cara just shrugs her shoulders and looks at her calmly. “It is our best chance to save Richard,” she says.
It is a challenge, Kahlan knows. Cara obviously knows the Mother Confessor much better than she lets on.
They stare at each other in silence for a long moment.
They are interrupted by Zedd’s voice. “I knew I had everything here somewhere.” He comes back with a couple of leather pouches, moving closer to the Mord’Sith.
“How should we do this, Cara?” he asks almost eagerly.
Kahlan only watches as Cara takes off one of her gloves and touches the pouches thoughtfully. Almost… caressing them.
It makes Kahlan blush again and she has to look away.
“This one,” Cara says. Then, she moves closer to Kahlan, crouching down to release one of her knives from her thigh. Once she has the dagger, she uses it to cut a small corner of her blanket and fill the pouch with the small strip of cloth.
“Why that one?” Zedd asks curiously as she watches Cara twisting a knot at the end of the pouch so that the front bit is now rounded, about the size of a small plum.
“It is softer.” She gives the pouch back to Zedd and ignores the brightly blushing Mother Confessor.
.
Cara insists on trying the device herself before they use it on Kahlan that night.
Kahlan, for her part, insists she try it away from camp.
Judging from the look on Cara's face when she comes back and the really short time she stays away, it is safe to say it works.
.
Cara hides the device inside her left glove. It creates a pleasant tingle up her arm as it vibrates against her palm.
She only needs to wait until everyone is distracted and then, slip it inside the Mother Confessor’s undergarments… Which is really an unnecessary complication, if you ask Cara. But when Cara asked Kahlan to go without for the night, she received a cold stare that could have probably sent a lesser Mord’Sith scurrying for her life.
Once the dinner gets started, Cara sits back in her chair, observing everyone like a hawk.
She can tell Kahlan is tense, sitting next to her, but also, that she starts to relax significantly as the dinner advances. After a while, she notices Kahlan looking her way, signaling that she is ready.
Cara makes her move between the fifth and sixth courses. Everyone around them is drunk out of their minds already and barely paying attention. She takes off her right glove and reaches for Kahlan’s thigh.
The skin of the Mother Confessor's thigh is warm and soft to the touch and she notices her leg trembles slightly as Cara lets her fingers slide inwards, first around her thigh, and then, upwards and closer to Kahlan’s center.
She holds a small blade between her fingers, and when she finally reaches the cloth covering the Mother Confessor’s sex, she simply slices through it with a quick flick of her wrist.
She feels Kahlan jump slightly against her as she does it, a hand suddenly reaching to press against her forearm under the table.
Cara looks at Kahlan then, making eye contact as she retracts her hand and slowly moves it over the table, placing the small blade nonchalantly on the table top, as if she hadn't just used it to cut through the other woman’s underwear.
Kahlan looks away first. She tries to relax. She nods slightly as she takes a breath. Her arms move to lay on either side of her plate, her body leaning forward slightly, closer to the table, clearly in a attempt to better hide what is about to happen. She opens her legs wider under the table, her ass sliding closer to the end of the chair. She feels exposed, wanton, sitting like this: legs spread wide open, feeling the night air on her uncovered sex, but thankfully, she doesn’t need to wait long. Her movement is all the invitation Cara needs.
Cara reaches again under the table, through Kahlan’s skirts, moving directly to Kahlan’s center. She caresses the hair at the apex of Kahlan’s legs for a moment before she slides her middle finger carefully inside Kahlan’s sex, a bit surprised at the amount of wetness she finds.
Carefully, she slides her finger up and down a few times, getting familiar with Kahlan’s sex so that she may put the device on exactly the right spot.
After a moment, she lets her forefinger slide into the wetness too, joining her middle finger and rubbing a few times over the length of the Mother's Confessor clitoris, pressing slightly and watching over Kahlan’s reactions.
She tells herself it is to make sure she is accurate when she places the vibrating leather pouch on Kahlan, but the truth is, she found Kahlan's clitoris on her first sweep inside Kahlan’s wet heat; she is just indulging herself now: rubbing the other woman's sex, slowly moving her fingers into her warm wetness.
She can see Kahlan start to pant, her corseted breast rising and falling quickly, in a nearly hypnotizing rhythm.
If Cara lets her middle finger slide down and inside just once, it is entirely accidental. She blames it on how slippery Kahlan’s sex is right now.
Kahlan tightens around her finger, sucking it in to the knuckle, the walls of her sex clenching in reaction. It is obvious to Cara, considering the ease with which her finger slides in, that it is not the first time Kahlan has been penetrated.
For her own sanity, Cara does not linger on that thought, but she feels a deep tremble move over Kahlan's body as a rush of wetness coats her hand.
“Cara.” It comes out as a strained whisper.
Cara turns her eyes upwards, looking at the Mother Confessor. Kahlan’s eyes are turning black.
Cara slips her hand out quickly. It should come as no surprise, she thinks. The Mother Confessor is coiled tighter than a spring. All that sexual frustration. Cara judges it probably would take about three more strokes to make her come.
Cara gives her a knowing nod as she gives Kahlan a second to compose herself. Then, she slides her hand back between Kahlan’s legs. This time, she holds the soft leather device between her fingers. She lets it caress Kahlan’s inner thigh, letting her feel the vibration as she moves it upwards and then, places it exactly where Kahlan needs it.
.
In the end, it is all for nothing.
Kahlan clamps her legs around the pouch and comes almost immediately.
She very nearly confesses Cara, it all goes so fast. Plus, she forgets to touch Prince Tireng as she releases her magic. And then, they have to come up with a completely absurd explanation as to why Kahlan shouted Cara's name in the middle of a formal dinner.
Worst of all, Kahlan gets all upset when she notices Cara licking her fingers, and for some reason that she refuses to discuss with the blonde, she declares, in no uncertain terms, that the device has been confiscated.