LegendLand Big Bang Challenge - "Catch Me" (PG-15)
Title: Catch Me
Rating: PG-15; rated for adult concepts
Theme: Mother Confessors
Genre: Fluff/Romance
Characters: Magda Searus/Wizard Merrit (bookverse characters)
Timeline/Spoilers: About 3,000 years before series
Prompt: Tease
Word Count: 697
Author's Notes: Again, I took bookverse characters and transplanted them into the world of the series. But, to be honest the only real things that I "know" about Merrit and Magda are that they were married and are the predecessors of Richard and Kahlan, in that she could not Confess him for the same reasons Kahlan doesn't Confess Richard. Again, the names of things (like sumisa'ai bushes and Merrit's spells) are my own nonsense words.
“Magda...” Merrit called. “Magda, where are you? Magda?”
The wizard heard her light laugh from the silver-green sumisa'ai bushes.
“Magda...”
“Come catch me...” the Mother Confessor called playfully. “Come find me Merrit...”
Merrit shook his head a little with fond exasperation and moved in the direction of his wife's voice.
“Don't you think we're a little too old to be playing seek and find?” He asked as he circled blindly, his eyes roving over the verdant growth that surrounded him. “Magda...”
“You're never too old to have fun, husband mine,” she called again from some hidden place within the bushes.
“Magda, we're not exactly children anymore...” he half-chided, half-protested.
“We're not exactly gray haired or long in the tooth either,” her voice taunted, drifting to him in the soft spring breeze.
Merrit sighed before beginning to chant softly. “Fu mai katha...” he murmured, moving in the direction the spell guided him. He sighed again when he found his wife's simple leather boots propped unobtrusively against a weeping pine.
“Clever woman,” he whispered underneath his breath and gathered up the boots.
“Spells are cheating,” the Confessor chanted from a safe distance before laughing lightly. “No cheating, Merrit...”
He smiled thoughtfully.
“Fu mai katha...” he chanted once more and again followed the tugging of the spell. He smiled when he found the white Mother Confessor's dress hanging innocently from the branches of several swaying sumisa'ai bushes. Merrit smoothed his hand over the soft, well-worn fabric before he gathered up the dress too so that he could carry it in his arms with her boots.
“Still haven't found me,” he heard Magda's cheerful taunt.
The wizard looked about himself once more, seeing only green spring beauty and nothing of his wife's.
“Come find me...” the Mother Confessor called in a sing-song voice that drifted tantalizingly on the breeze. “Catch me, Merrit.”
“Fu mai katha...” he chanted once more, and again followed the tugging of the spell. He smiled in anticipation, and was not disappointed to discover Magda's dark corset tangled in the briars of a wild rose, its ties fluttering in the breeze.
“Maybe this isn't such a bad game after all,” his laughed under his breath. He carefully untangled the corset from the rose plant. “Fu mai katha...” he again intoned, the fingers of one hand playing unconsciously with the loose ties of the corset cradled in his arms.
“I told you no cheating, wizard,” Magda admonished quietly, even as Merrit followed his spell to her last articles of clothing bundled neatly beneath another weeping pine. He felt the cool edge of her blade against his throat as she stepped up behind him.
“Magda,” he protested with a small laugh, feeling metal slide gently on his skin as he did so.
“Drop the clothes, Merrit,” she commanded. “Now...” she drawled once he had done so. “I think we should bind your hands.”
The Mother Confessor slid around her husband and smiled. He couldn't help but smile in return, seeing her gloriously and unabashedly naked. He held out his hands and she laughed.
“Merrit...”
“Of course, I could always...” he drawled. “Promise to not cheat again...”
Magda reached up and removed the tie from her hair. It fell in loose waves and curls around her shoulders as she shook her head. She stepped forward and bound the wizard's hands.
“Or...” she countered, making certain to brush her naked skin against his now decidedly less than mobile fingers. “We could make certain...” she added, knowing that the moment she ran, Merrit would work on freeing himself. “That you don't.”
She stepped back and shrugged beautifully, pleased as her husband watched her with avid eyes.
“Unless you still think we're far too old for seek and find,” Magda suggested with innocent eyes and a tilt of her head.
Merrit smiled.
“No...” he replied. “No, I think we may be just old enough...”
The Mother Confessor laughed lightly and dashed into the surrounding greenery.
“Come catch me...”
Rating: PG-15; rated for adult concepts
Theme: Mother Confessors
Genre: Fluff/Romance
Characters: Magda Searus/Wizard Merrit (bookverse characters)
Timeline/Spoilers: About 3,000 years before series
Prompt: Tease
Word Count: 697
Author's Notes: Again, I took bookverse characters and transplanted them into the world of the series. But, to be honest the only real things that I "know" about Merrit and Magda are that they were married and are the predecessors of Richard and Kahlan, in that she could not Confess him for the same reasons Kahlan doesn't Confess Richard. Again, the names of things (like sumisa'ai bushes and Merrit's spells) are my own nonsense words.
“Magda...” Merrit called. “Magda, where are you? Magda?”
The wizard heard her light laugh from the silver-green sumisa'ai bushes.
“Magda...”
“Come catch me...” the Mother Confessor called playfully. “Come find me Merrit...”
Merrit shook his head a little with fond exasperation and moved in the direction of his wife's voice.
“Don't you think we're a little too old to be playing seek and find?” He asked as he circled blindly, his eyes roving over the verdant growth that surrounded him. “Magda...”
“You're never too old to have fun, husband mine,” she called again from some hidden place within the bushes.
“Magda, we're not exactly children anymore...” he half-chided, half-protested.
“We're not exactly gray haired or long in the tooth either,” her voice taunted, drifting to him in the soft spring breeze.
Merrit sighed before beginning to chant softly. “Fu mai katha...” he murmured, moving in the direction the spell guided him. He sighed again when he found his wife's simple leather boots propped unobtrusively against a weeping pine.
“Clever woman,” he whispered underneath his breath and gathered up the boots.
“Spells are cheating,” the Confessor chanted from a safe distance before laughing lightly. “No cheating, Merrit...”
He smiled thoughtfully.
“Fu mai katha...” he chanted once more and again followed the tugging of the spell. He smiled when he found the white Mother Confessor's dress hanging innocently from the branches of several swaying sumisa'ai bushes. Merrit smoothed his hand over the soft, well-worn fabric before he gathered up the dress too so that he could carry it in his arms with her boots.
“Still haven't found me,” he heard Magda's cheerful taunt.
The wizard looked about himself once more, seeing only green spring beauty and nothing of his wife's.
“Come find me...” the Mother Confessor called in a sing-song voice that drifted tantalizingly on the breeze. “Catch me, Merrit.”
“Fu mai katha...” he chanted once more, and again followed the tugging of the spell. He smiled in anticipation, and was not disappointed to discover Magda's dark corset tangled in the briars of a wild rose, its ties fluttering in the breeze.
“Maybe this isn't such a bad game after all,” his laughed under his breath. He carefully untangled the corset from the rose plant. “Fu mai katha...” he again intoned, the fingers of one hand playing unconsciously with the loose ties of the corset cradled in his arms.
“I told you no cheating, wizard,” Magda admonished quietly, even as Merrit followed his spell to her last articles of clothing bundled neatly beneath another weeping pine. He felt the cool edge of her blade against his throat as she stepped up behind him.
“Magda,” he protested with a small laugh, feeling metal slide gently on his skin as he did so.
“Drop the clothes, Merrit,” she commanded. “Now...” she drawled once he had done so. “I think we should bind your hands.”
The Mother Confessor slid around her husband and smiled. He couldn't help but smile in return, seeing her gloriously and unabashedly naked. He held out his hands and she laughed.
“Merrit...”
“Of course, I could always...” he drawled. “Promise to not cheat again...”
Magda reached up and removed the tie from her hair. It fell in loose waves and curls around her shoulders as she shook her head. She stepped forward and bound the wizard's hands.
“Or...” she countered, making certain to brush her naked skin against his now decidedly less than mobile fingers. “We could make certain...” she added, knowing that the moment she ran, Merrit would work on freeing himself. “That you don't.”
She stepped back and shrugged beautifully, pleased as her husband watched her with avid eyes.
“Unless you still think we're far too old for seek and find,” Magda suggested with innocent eyes and a tilt of her head.
Merrit smiled.
“No...” he replied. “No, I think we may be just old enough...”
The Mother Confessor laughed lightly and dashed into the surrounding greenery.
“Come catch me...”