LegendLand Big Bang Challenge - "I am a Pilgrim on this Journey" (NC-17)
Title: I am a Pilgrim on this Journey
Rating: NC-17; rated for sexual content(though it doesn't go as far as it might- rated so as to be safer than sorry)
Theme: Mother Confessors
Genre: Romance/Smut
Characters: Kahlan/Richard
Timeline/Spoilers: After the series finale/spoilers for finale and book-map
Prompt: Landscape/Scenery/Map
Word Count: 592
Author's Notes: So yeah, let's just say I have this thing for freckles. *grin* This is... well... it is smut, so let's not expect poetry, 'kay. *wry grin*
Gently, Richard pushed the smooth ivory sheet away from Kahlan's hip, baring it, and the length of her left leg to the cool spring light filtering in through the white draped window.
Richard...” the Mother Confessor said with a small laugh, tugging lightly on the sheet, trying to pull it back over herself.
“Mmmm...?”
Richard playfully brushed the sheet back and softly kissed her on the inside of her knee.
“Richard...”
He smiled and trailed lingering fingers up her leg before tenderly kissing another spot on her hip.
“King's Port...” he murmured softly against the warmth of her skin.
Kahlan laughed lightly.
“Richard, what are you doing?”
His answer was to smile once more, his lips curving slowly against the hollow of her hip. He pushed away more of the sheet and then, again, he let his hand drift upward. He trailed his fingertips up until he reached the soft swell of her breast. He tickled his fingers there a moment before brushing his lips against a dusky freckle.
“Southhaven...” Richard whispered.
Kahlan shivered.
“Richard...” she sighed softly.
He smiled and trailed his fingertips up around her breast.
“Richard... what are you doing?” Kahlan asked again.
He kissed a small, sweet spot above her heartbeat, letting his tongue flick the dusky freckle there.
“Hartland...” he whispered, clearly pleased to feel his lover shiver as his breath brushed over her skin. Then he slowly drew the sheet downward.
“Richard...”
He placed a kiss in the warm hollow of her throat.
“Nicobarese...” he murmured softly, tilting his eyes up with a mischievous sort of gleam.
“Nicobarese?”
“This one's Nicobarese,” he confirmed and Kahlan laughed lightly. “And here...” he whispered, half leaning over her to nuzzle her neck tenderly. “This one here,” he whispered against her skin. “This freckle would be Aydindril.”
Kahlan sighed softly, shivering and laughing shakily.
“Where else...” she asked, a laugh still in her voice. “Where else could you go, Seeker?”
“Well...” Richard drawled, carefully moving to brace himself above her. He tripped his fingertips lower, smiling. He traced her nipple playfully before slipping down and placing a tender kiss on a dusky freckle that graced the soft skin there.
“Perhaps Galea...”
Kahlan gasped.
“Perhaps Galea... right here...” Richard murmured, taking her nipple in his mouth.
She moaned.
“Or even...” he breathed over her damp skin before sliding further down her body and pushing the tangled sheet free to fall to the floor. “Even Renwold,” he said softly, kissing another freckle on her right hip. “But of course...” he drawled, titling his darkened eyes up. “There is one place that I would really like to visit...”
“Oh?” Kahlan half-asked, half sighed.
“Very much,” the Seeker teased, letting his fingers drift to a spot low on her belly, then lower, and lower still, until the Mother Confessor gasped and arched up into his touch. “I think I would like...” he drawled, sliding down to kiss a freckle on her belly. “To visit...”
Richard kissed another freckle just a bit lower.
“The Wilds,” he murmured playfully, kissing yet another perfect freckle. “Do you think I should?” He asked lightly.
“Oh yes,” Kahlan half-gasped, half laughed. “Yes I do...”
“As you wish,” Richard whispered with a smile. “Anything you wish... I'll do anything for you, Kahlan,” he vowed sincerely. “Anything,” he whispered, following his journey to the desired destination...
Rating: NC-17; rated for sexual content(though it doesn't go as far as it might- rated so as to be safer than sorry)
Theme: Mother Confessors
Genre: Romance/Smut
Characters: Kahlan/Richard
Timeline/Spoilers: After the series finale/spoilers for finale and book-map
Prompt: Landscape/Scenery/Map
Word Count: 592
Author's Notes: So yeah, let's just say I have this thing for freckles. *grin* This is... well... it is smut, so let's not expect poetry, 'kay. *wry grin*
Gently, Richard pushed the smooth ivory sheet away from Kahlan's hip, baring it, and the length of her left leg to the cool spring light filtering in through the white draped window.
Richard...” the Mother Confessor said with a small laugh, tugging lightly on the sheet, trying to pull it back over herself.
“Mmmm...?”
Richard playfully brushed the sheet back and softly kissed her on the inside of her knee.
“Richard...”
He smiled and trailed lingering fingers up her leg before tenderly kissing another spot on her hip.
“King's Port...” he murmured softly against the warmth of her skin.
Kahlan laughed lightly.
“Richard, what are you doing?”
His answer was to smile once more, his lips curving slowly against the hollow of her hip. He pushed away more of the sheet and then, again, he let his hand drift upward. He trailed his fingertips up until he reached the soft swell of her breast. He tickled his fingers there a moment before brushing his lips against a dusky freckle.
“Southhaven...” Richard whispered.
Kahlan shivered.
“Richard...” she sighed softly.
He smiled and trailed his fingertips up around her breast.
“Richard... what are you doing?” Kahlan asked again.
He kissed a small, sweet spot above her heartbeat, letting his tongue flick the dusky freckle there.
“Hartland...” he whispered, clearly pleased to feel his lover shiver as his breath brushed over her skin. Then he slowly drew the sheet downward.
“Richard...”
He placed a kiss in the warm hollow of her throat.
“Nicobarese...” he murmured softly, tilting his eyes up with a mischievous sort of gleam.
“Nicobarese?”
“This one's Nicobarese,” he confirmed and Kahlan laughed lightly. “And here...” he whispered, half leaning over her to nuzzle her neck tenderly. “This one here,” he whispered against her skin. “This freckle would be Aydindril.”
Kahlan sighed softly, shivering and laughing shakily.
“Where else...” she asked, a laugh still in her voice. “Where else could you go, Seeker?”
“Well...” Richard drawled, carefully moving to brace himself above her. He tripped his fingertips lower, smiling. He traced her nipple playfully before slipping down and placing a tender kiss on a dusky freckle that graced the soft skin there.
“Perhaps Galea...”
Kahlan gasped.
“Perhaps Galea... right here...” Richard murmured, taking her nipple in his mouth.
She moaned.
“Or even...” he breathed over her damp skin before sliding further down her body and pushing the tangled sheet free to fall to the floor. “Even Renwold,” he said softly, kissing another freckle on her right hip. “But of course...” he drawled, titling his darkened eyes up. “There is one place that I would really like to visit...”
“Oh?” Kahlan half-asked, half sighed.
“Very much,” the Seeker teased, letting his fingers drift to a spot low on her belly, then lower, and lower still, until the Mother Confessor gasped and arched up into his touch. “I think I would like...” he drawled, sliding down to kiss a freckle on her belly. “To visit...”
Richard kissed another freckle just a bit lower.
“The Wilds,” he murmured playfully, kissing yet another perfect freckle. “Do you think I should?” He asked lightly.
“Oh yes,” Kahlan half-gasped, half laughed. “Yes I do...”
“As you wish,” Richard whispered with a smile. “Anything you wish... I'll do anything for you, Kahlan,” he vowed sincerely. “Anything,” he whispered, following his journey to the desired destination...