LOTS: Waterfall prompt
This is a story from FFN by the most amazing Plush Panda entitled As it should be. What this amazing author has done is accept 'prompts' from her reviewers & writing Kahlan and Cara around said prompts. Well the section of the story I'm posting right now was a prompt from me. (My second prompt that she has chosen so far). I found what she did with my prompt Logging it Underneath a Waterfall breathtaking.
Prompt by Mama Bear and Her Cubs: … I think I'll keep calling this "the waterfall prompt," lmao.
"I'm going to bathe near the waterfall."
Cara raised her eyes from the ground, noticing how Kahlan was looking at Richard expectantly. Richard was lost to the look, however, and was studying a puzzle they had come across in the caves of Rubik. According to the wall carvings, if the cube was solved, it would fall apart to reveal a map to unimaginable treasures.
Even Cara, who might not be wholly attuned to the more subtle side of certain conversations, found the hint so obvious she thought the woman might've as well just asked for children. And now that Kahlan had finally averted her amorous attentions from her, she wasn't going to let the effort go to waste. All that needed to happen was for Richard to start pulling her back to him and these confusing situations would finally stop occurring. Standing as close as she was to Richard, Cara elbowed him in the ribs, startling him out of his thoughts.
"What?" He looked up, taking in first Cara's then Kahlan's look. "Oh, right. Cara can go with you," he said, shrugging it off. With those words he set his attention back on the cube, rotating one of the pieces once he was sure that was the right move.
Kahlan's mouth fell open, eyebrows rising in incomprehension to complete the dumbfounded look. Cara's expression almost matched Kahlan's one, though hers was considerably less offended and more incredulous.
After another second of indignant staring, all emotion was wiped off the brunette's face. Kahlan then simply turned around and headed for the waterfall. Cara thought she heard a huff as well, but that might have been her robes swishing in the winds. "Amateur," she muttered, following the Confessor into the woods reluctantly.
Richard looked up briefly, watching them go in wonder.
Once at the waterfall, Cara realized that watching over Kahlan as she bathed was the worst thing she could be doing at a time like this. "Am I really that unattractive?" Kahlan demanded angrily from her place on a rock, yanking off one of her boots.
It was final. The Creator was really punishing her for her past.
Cara stared at the Confessor, daring her to continue down that path, arms folded in pose not amused.
"I mean, what am I doing wrong?" she continued, glancing up at the Mord'Sith every once in a while, but ignoring her closed position. "Am I not smiling correctly? Are my eyes not enchanting enough? Is my posture not sensual?"
She was so going down that path.
Cara gritted her teeth as the woman lost her other boot. It positively infuriated her that Richard made Kahlan doubt herself, because all she could think of was how Kahlan was everything she said and more. She deserved to know that at least.
"Don't ask me," Cara replied at last, making sure her voice held a tone of finality. Kahlan may deserve to know, but not via her. She would have preferred silence, but she had a feeling that would be ineffective to get her message across.
"Sorry," Kahlan said, and Cara couldn't decide whether she was sincere or not. That didn't matter, however. What mattered was that she stopped talking and allowed the blonde to observe their surroundings for any possible dangers or peeping toms.
There was something about their environment that unsettled her, but she couldn't quite place it. The water was clear, the birds were chirping, the sun illuminated any possible hiding places, and the greenery offered enough protection should they need it.
By the time her eyes had trailed back to the space Kahlan had been occupying, the woman in question was already undressed and wading into the water. Not allowing her eyes to wander excessively, she glanced down at the heap of clothing that rested on a dead trunk. It wasn't covered in moss and it was still damp from the heavy storm this afternoon.
Cara grew restless as her eyes flitted over their setting once more. There were two more trunks resting at the bank of the river, but there was no sign of the tree trunk having broken off anywhere nearby, so that meant it had to have drifted down from the river.
Her gaze drifted back to Kahlan, whose form was mostly obscured by the cascading water. Thoughts died out for a moment as she watched sleek, black hair being pushed back, lean muscles moving tantalizing beneath smooth, pale skin. She was only barely conscious enough to notice that the image stirred something inside her that should be avoided. Her visual indulging was only halted when she caught movement above them.
Her eyes widened and before she was conscious of it, she was already running towards the Confessor. "Kahlan!"
"What?" Kahlan turned her head, barely able to keep her eyes open as water poured down on her continuously. She could make out how Cara was quickly approaching her, alerting her. There was a loud creaking above her, and she wanted to step out of the downpour of water to see what it was, but a solid weight connected with her, pushing her out of the way. She braced herself for impact against the rock wall, yet all she felt was a cushioned blow.
A loud clap thundered through the forest, startling some nearby birds.
Quickly clearing her eyes from any excess water, Kahlan looked down onto pained features. She was by all means lying on top of the Mord'Sith, who had managed to ease the blow for her by landing them so that she was on bottom. Sure that she'd recover from the hit, she turned to see what the loud noise had been, coming face to face with what had been a tree not too long ago.
"Look up next time," Cara groaned from underneath her. Kahlan gazed down into annoyed green eyes, slowly becoming aware of how they were pressed together and in what state of undress she was. She averted her gaze, blushing, but was unable to remove herself from the other woman because it meant she had to reveal herself further.
Cara rolled her eyes. So the Confessor was brave enough to undress while her attention was mainly elsewhere, but not enough to stand before her naked. "I'll close my eyes," she muttered, entirely unimpressed. True to her word, she closed her eyes and waited for Kahlan to get off her. The only fault in her plan was that now she could feel every minute shift, every delicious curve resting against her.
Kahlan looked up at the words, only now taking in Cara's wet hair and glistering skin. Her leather had become slippery, her leg was pressing into her wonderfully and-
Kahlan swallowed, tearing away her gaze as she removed herself quickly.
As she waited for a sign that she could get up and open her eyes again, Cara let her mind enjoy all the ways in which she could hurt Richard without getting blamed for it.
USTUSTUST
I know it's unbecoming of the writer to laugh at her own jokes, but LOL, Rubik's cube, LOL. Man, sometimes I'm amazed at my ability to BS my way out of stuff like this.
Is it wrong of me to get excited over the awkward aftermath in the next chapter? -ustaholic-
Mama Bear and Her Cubs: I know what you meant with your prompt, but this interpretation was just too good to pass up. I mean, seriously. Do you get it? The logs of wood? Hahaha-yeah, okay, moving on,
Prompt by Mama Bear and Her Cubs: … I think I'll keep calling this "the waterfall prompt," lmao.
"I'm going to bathe near the waterfall."
Cara raised her eyes from the ground, noticing how Kahlan was looking at Richard expectantly. Richard was lost to the look, however, and was studying a puzzle they had come across in the caves of Rubik. According to the wall carvings, if the cube was solved, it would fall apart to reveal a map to unimaginable treasures.
Even Cara, who might not be wholly attuned to the more subtle side of certain conversations, found the hint so obvious she thought the woman might've as well just asked for children. And now that Kahlan had finally averted her amorous attentions from her, she wasn't going to let the effort go to waste. All that needed to happen was for Richard to start pulling her back to him and these confusing situations would finally stop occurring. Standing as close as she was to Richard, Cara elbowed him in the ribs, startling him out of his thoughts.
"What?" He looked up, taking in first Cara's then Kahlan's look. "Oh, right. Cara can go with you," he said, shrugging it off. With those words he set his attention back on the cube, rotating one of the pieces once he was sure that was the right move.
Kahlan's mouth fell open, eyebrows rising in incomprehension to complete the dumbfounded look. Cara's expression almost matched Kahlan's one, though hers was considerably less offended and more incredulous.
After another second of indignant staring, all emotion was wiped off the brunette's face. Kahlan then simply turned around and headed for the waterfall. Cara thought she heard a huff as well, but that might have been her robes swishing in the winds. "Amateur," she muttered, following the Confessor into the woods reluctantly.
Richard looked up briefly, watching them go in wonder.
Once at the waterfall, Cara realized that watching over Kahlan as she bathed was the worst thing she could be doing at a time like this. "Am I really that unattractive?" Kahlan demanded angrily from her place on a rock, yanking off one of her boots.
It was final. The Creator was really punishing her for her past.
Cara stared at the Confessor, daring her to continue down that path, arms folded in pose not amused.
"I mean, what am I doing wrong?" she continued, glancing up at the Mord'Sith every once in a while, but ignoring her closed position. "Am I not smiling correctly? Are my eyes not enchanting enough? Is my posture not sensual?"
She was so going down that path.
Cara gritted her teeth as the woman lost her other boot. It positively infuriated her that Richard made Kahlan doubt herself, because all she could think of was how Kahlan was everything she said and more. She deserved to know that at least.
"Don't ask me," Cara replied at last, making sure her voice held a tone of finality. Kahlan may deserve to know, but not via her. She would have preferred silence, but she had a feeling that would be ineffective to get her message across.
"Sorry," Kahlan said, and Cara couldn't decide whether she was sincere or not. That didn't matter, however. What mattered was that she stopped talking and allowed the blonde to observe their surroundings for any possible dangers or peeping toms.
There was something about their environment that unsettled her, but she couldn't quite place it. The water was clear, the birds were chirping, the sun illuminated any possible hiding places, and the greenery offered enough protection should they need it.
By the time her eyes had trailed back to the space Kahlan had been occupying, the woman in question was already undressed and wading into the water. Not allowing her eyes to wander excessively, she glanced down at the heap of clothing that rested on a dead trunk. It wasn't covered in moss and it was still damp from the heavy storm this afternoon.
Cara grew restless as her eyes flitted over their setting once more. There were two more trunks resting at the bank of the river, but there was no sign of the tree trunk having broken off anywhere nearby, so that meant it had to have drifted down from the river.
Her gaze drifted back to Kahlan, whose form was mostly obscured by the cascading water. Thoughts died out for a moment as she watched sleek, black hair being pushed back, lean muscles moving tantalizing beneath smooth, pale skin. She was only barely conscious enough to notice that the image stirred something inside her that should be avoided. Her visual indulging was only halted when she caught movement above them.
Her eyes widened and before she was conscious of it, she was already running towards the Confessor. "Kahlan!"
"What?" Kahlan turned her head, barely able to keep her eyes open as water poured down on her continuously. She could make out how Cara was quickly approaching her, alerting her. There was a loud creaking above her, and she wanted to step out of the downpour of water to see what it was, but a solid weight connected with her, pushing her out of the way. She braced herself for impact against the rock wall, yet all she felt was a cushioned blow.
A loud clap thundered through the forest, startling some nearby birds.
Quickly clearing her eyes from any excess water, Kahlan looked down onto pained features. She was by all means lying on top of the Mord'Sith, who had managed to ease the blow for her by landing them so that she was on bottom. Sure that she'd recover from the hit, she turned to see what the loud noise had been, coming face to face with what had been a tree not too long ago.
"Look up next time," Cara groaned from underneath her. Kahlan gazed down into annoyed green eyes, slowly becoming aware of how they were pressed together and in what state of undress she was. She averted her gaze, blushing, but was unable to remove herself from the other woman because it meant she had to reveal herself further.
Cara rolled her eyes. So the Confessor was brave enough to undress while her attention was mainly elsewhere, but not enough to stand before her naked. "I'll close my eyes," she muttered, entirely unimpressed. True to her word, she closed her eyes and waited for Kahlan to get off her. The only fault in her plan was that now she could feel every minute shift, every delicious curve resting against her.
Kahlan looked up at the words, only now taking in Cara's wet hair and glistering skin. Her leather had become slippery, her leg was pressing into her wonderfully and-
Kahlan swallowed, tearing away her gaze as she removed herself quickly.
As she waited for a sign that she could get up and open her eyes again, Cara let her mind enjoy all the ways in which she could hurt Richard without getting blamed for it.
USTUSTUST
I know it's unbecoming of the writer to laugh at her own jokes, but LOL, Rubik's cube, LOL. Man, sometimes I'm amazed at my ability to BS my way out of stuff like this.
Is it wrong of me to get excited over the awkward aftermath in the next chapter? -ustaholic-
Mama Bear and Her Cubs: I know what you meant with your prompt, but this interpretation was just too good to pass up. I mean, seriously. Do you get it? The logs of wood? Hahaha-yeah, okay, moving on,