Fic: Switched (Cara/Kahlan)
Title: Switched
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP. That's right, I wrote PWP. Oh, and it's gender swap. Set after Tears.
A/N: so I've never written anything like this before. So I'd appreciate feedback. Written to entertain browneyed813
She realised something was wrong. Sun streamed in. Stinging her tired eyes. And she didn't feel restrained. Could feel the warm blankets. Soft against her skin.
Rubs at her eyes with the heel of her hand. Tries to shake the weirdness. Must have cleaned her leathers. Or bathed just before bed.
Stretching. Yawning. Whatever the reason, it wasn't entirely unpleasant.
She stumbles out of bed. Over to the chair. Except it's not there. Scanning the room, can't see it anywhere. In fact, the whole room is out of place. And just a little more decadent than usual. Frowning. Tries to remember. Did she fall asleep in her own bed? Or someone else's?
Then she catches sight of the mirror. And herself in it.
Except it's not her face staring back. Eyes flicker down briefly. Not her anything. Certainly not hers.
A more girly squeal than she would ever produce emits from her mouth. Well, the mouth she is currently using.
Stumbling clumsily over to the pile of clothes. She dons what she finds. Adjusts herself. Feels oddly comfortable. Eyes herself in the mirror. How Richard gets anything done she'll never know. Dressed like this. With these clumsy limbs. It really is a surprise he's stayed alive this long.
She exits the room. Turns left. Is knocking on Kahlan's door before she even realises it. Swears she'd intended to see Zedd. Get this sorted out. But between dressing and now. At some point. Her mind had changed. Her purpose was set.
Kahlan answers the door. Hair tousled gently by sleep. Thin, almost transparent gown crumpled. Just so. Feels her trousers get considerably tighter.
She crosses the threshold. Takes Kahlan in her arms. Pulls her flush against her. Before she can second guess this. Before her mind makes her stop. Or she returns to her own body.
Kahlan looks confused. Begins to pull away. Richard knows they're over. Has come to terms with it. She thought he'd even moved on. Perplexed she begins to question him.
"Richard..."
"Kahlan"
His voice is different. Familiar and strange. Her confusion only grows.
That night at the Pillars. Everything changed. Just not as expected. He loved her, that much was clear. Yet she'd killed him. Confessed or not. She couldn't look at him. Could not see him. Only that moment. His lifeless body. She remembers. The fights that came after. The distance. The final conversation. When they had parted ways. She would always love him. But now. Now, she wasn't sure. If she had ever been in love with him.
And yet. Here he was. Embracing her as a lover. And it felt right. Like it never had before. Not before. Certainly not since.
Cara pulls back slightly. Looks into Kahlan's eyes. Tries to communicate. Without words. Too many have been spoken. Too many reasons. Excuses. Why this could never happen. Should never happen. All null and void.
eyes burn into each other. Without another second their lips meet. And it is everything they knew it would be. And more. Unfortunately, including beard burn. But it doesn't matter. Years of repression. Months of closeness. Weeks of being close. But not close enough. All disappear. Fade to black. As lips meet. Tongues dual. Teeth clash. And neither minds. It's all they'd wanted. And so much more.
"Cara...please?"
And that's all it takes. Spirits. Its doesn't take that. Tthis has been so long coming. And now it's time to come.
The door slams shut. Clothes fall quickly. Discarded. Kahlan fumbles. Eventually releases the belt. Stands back. Worries her lip. Stares hungrily. As Cara's pants hit the ground.
She knows it's Richard. Yet not one part of her feels it. This is her. And it is Cara. And it is all so right.
Kahlan takes her hand. Coyly smiles. Leads her to the bed. The sway of hips. Sight of that milky white behind. Feels like it might explode. Right there and then.
Kahlan stops as they reach the extravagant piece of furniture. Pushes Cara down. An almost shy smirk tracing her lips. Exquisite body illuminated by the morning sun. Eyes light. Mischievous. Magnetically drawn. Between Cara's legs.
Eeyebrows raised. She pets the bed beside her.
But Kahlan has other ideas. Kneels. Straddles Cara's thighs. Crawls up her body. Butterfly kisses in her wake. From naval to neck. A slightly sad sigh escapes. A eulogy for the soft supple breatsbreasts she cannot molest. That she had dreamt of. Fantasised about. But she has Cara. In her bed. Whatever the package. That is all that matters.
Nibbling on Cara's neck. Driving her wild. Wetness between her thighs, pools. As she rubs herself. Lightly. Against Cara's cock.
"I swear it wasn't this big last time"
Her voice comes out. Rough. Raspy. Unexpected. Yet understandable. Being able to touch. That alone. distracting.
Musings broken by the growl. Sexy. FerralFeral.
"Kahlan...now"
All the convincing she needs. All it takes. Saint into sinner. Virgin into whore.
She lifts up. Lines up. Slowly lowers herself. Teasingly. Their eyes ocklock. And she knows. What she's doing. How hard this is. No pun intended.
Teases herself. tip just inside. Pleasure. Pure pleasure. Shooting through her body. Forces out a moan. Deep and throaty. Communicating pleasure. Begging for more.
Cara's hands on her hips. Gently. Guiding. Resting. She takes it deeper. Takes her deeper. Every single inch. Sliding inside her. Until the entire shaft is hidden. Sheathed. Buried inside her. Aching. Wet. tight. Pussy.
Instantly her head tilts back. Cry escapes. As Cara moans. At the feeling. And the sight.
"Oh, Cara!"
She can feel her. Right there. Filling her. Stretching her. Pulsing. Deep. So deep. Completing her. As their pulses beat. As one.
It's not her first time. From the movement of her hips, not Car's either. Not even like this. Doesn't surprise her. Another time and she would wonder. But right now. Right here. There is only this. Them. And the rhythm they set. The sweat forming on their brows. The slap of skin. Moans and pants of exertion.
Kahlan leans down. Rests her forehead against Cara's. Their bodies move. In sync. In time. In perfection.
She can feel her pleasure build. Know the crescendo isn't far. It feels so good. Like she'd dreamt it would. Like poetry. Fforever in motion.
Looks into Cara's eyes. Determined to ask. If they should. Should what? Stop? Continues?Oh Spirits. She wants to continue.
Instead it's Cara. who asks. Breathing heavy. Body taught. Only a whisper.
"Kahlan. I'm...close, should we...stop?"
an An answer leaves her lips. The answer. Ignoring her mind. Listening to other body parts.
"Don't stop"
the voice that answers so unlike her own. So full of pleasure. And something else.
As her magic breaks its restraints. Hips rock harder. Faster. Rhythm lost. Just riding. Pussy begging for more. More what she doesn't know. Just more.
Backs arch. Moans erupt. Louder. Higher. Needier. As orgasm washes over her. Clamping down. Squeezing Cara's from her. From her slipping restraint. Crying out. Names. Blasphemies. Cursing. As Cara slams deep. Shooting her seed.
Completely without restraint. Without worry. Or hesitation. They reach the edge. Tumble over together. Ride it out. Push it longer. Just a little longer.
Until silence falls. The collapse. Mother Confessor atop Mord'Sith/Seeker. Sated. Buzzing. Panting for breath. As sweat cools their bodies.
Cara whispers. Finally breaking the silence. Two words. Setting up the day ahead. tThe pleasure yet to come.
"Round two?"
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP. That's right, I wrote PWP. Oh, and it's gender swap. Set after Tears.
A/N: so I've never written anything like this before. So I'd appreciate feedback. Written to entertain browneyed813
She realised something was wrong. Sun streamed in. Stinging her tired eyes. And she didn't feel restrained. Could feel the warm blankets. Soft against her skin.
Rubs at her eyes with the heel of her hand. Tries to shake the weirdness. Must have cleaned her leathers. Or bathed just before bed.
Stretching. Yawning. Whatever the reason, it wasn't entirely unpleasant.
She stumbles out of bed. Over to the chair. Except it's not there. Scanning the room, can't see it anywhere. In fact, the whole room is out of place. And just a little more decadent than usual. Frowning. Tries to remember. Did she fall asleep in her own bed? Or someone else's?
Then she catches sight of the mirror. And herself in it.
Except it's not her face staring back. Eyes flicker down briefly. Not her anything. Certainly not hers.
A more girly squeal than she would ever produce emits from her mouth. Well, the mouth she is currently using.
Stumbling clumsily over to the pile of clothes. She dons what she finds. Adjusts herself. Feels oddly comfortable. Eyes herself in the mirror. How Richard gets anything done she'll never know. Dressed like this. With these clumsy limbs. It really is a surprise he's stayed alive this long.
She exits the room. Turns left. Is knocking on Kahlan's door before she even realises it. Swears she'd intended to see Zedd. Get this sorted out. But between dressing and now. At some point. Her mind had changed. Her purpose was set.
Kahlan answers the door. Hair tousled gently by sleep. Thin, almost transparent gown crumpled. Just so. Feels her trousers get considerably tighter.
She crosses the threshold. Takes Kahlan in her arms. Pulls her flush against her. Before she can second guess this. Before her mind makes her stop. Or she returns to her own body.
Kahlan looks confused. Begins to pull away. Richard knows they're over. Has come to terms with it. She thought he'd even moved on. Perplexed she begins to question him.
"Richard..."
"Kahlan"
His voice is different. Familiar and strange. Her confusion only grows.
That night at the Pillars. Everything changed. Just not as expected. He loved her, that much was clear. Yet she'd killed him. Confessed or not. She couldn't look at him. Could not see him. Only that moment. His lifeless body. She remembers. The fights that came after. The distance. The final conversation. When they had parted ways. She would always love him. But now. Now, she wasn't sure. If she had ever been in love with him.
And yet. Here he was. Embracing her as a lover. And it felt right. Like it never had before. Not before. Certainly not since.
Cara pulls back slightly. Looks into Kahlan's eyes. Tries to communicate. Without words. Too many have been spoken. Too many reasons. Excuses. Why this could never happen. Should never happen. All null and void.
eyes burn into each other. Without another second their lips meet. And it is everything they knew it would be. And more. Unfortunately, including beard burn. But it doesn't matter. Years of repression. Months of closeness. Weeks of being close. But not close enough. All disappear. Fade to black. As lips meet. Tongues dual. Teeth clash. And neither minds. It's all they'd wanted. And so much more.
"Cara...please?"
And that's all it takes. Spirits. Its doesn't take that. Tthis has been so long coming. And now it's time to come.
The door slams shut. Clothes fall quickly. Discarded. Kahlan fumbles. Eventually releases the belt. Stands back. Worries her lip. Stares hungrily. As Cara's pants hit the ground.
She knows it's Richard. Yet not one part of her feels it. This is her. And it is Cara. And it is all so right.
Kahlan takes her hand. Coyly smiles. Leads her to the bed. The sway of hips. Sight of that milky white behind. Feels like it might explode. Right there and then.
Kahlan stops as they reach the extravagant piece of furniture. Pushes Cara down. An almost shy smirk tracing her lips. Exquisite body illuminated by the morning sun. Eyes light. Mischievous. Magnetically drawn. Between Cara's legs.
Eeyebrows raised. She pets the bed beside her.
But Kahlan has other ideas. Kneels. Straddles Cara's thighs. Crawls up her body. Butterfly kisses in her wake. From naval to neck. A slightly sad sigh escapes. A eulogy for the soft supple breatsbreasts she cannot molest. That she had dreamt of. Fantasised about. But she has Cara. In her bed. Whatever the package. That is all that matters.
Nibbling on Cara's neck. Driving her wild. Wetness between her thighs, pools. As she rubs herself. Lightly. Against Cara's cock.
"I swear it wasn't this big last time"
Her voice comes out. Rough. Raspy. Unexpected. Yet understandable. Being able to touch. That alone. distracting.
Musings broken by the growl. Sexy. FerralFeral.
"Kahlan...now"
All the convincing she needs. All it takes. Saint into sinner. Virgin into whore.
She lifts up. Lines up. Slowly lowers herself. Teasingly. Their eyes ocklock. And she knows. What she's doing. How hard this is. No pun intended.
Teases herself. tip just inside. Pleasure. Pure pleasure. Shooting through her body. Forces out a moan. Deep and throaty. Communicating pleasure. Begging for more.
Cara's hands on her hips. Gently. Guiding. Resting. She takes it deeper. Takes her deeper. Every single inch. Sliding inside her. Until the entire shaft is hidden. Sheathed. Buried inside her. Aching. Wet. tight. Pussy.
Instantly her head tilts back. Cry escapes. As Cara moans. At the feeling. And the sight.
"Oh, Cara!"
She can feel her. Right there. Filling her. Stretching her. Pulsing. Deep. So deep. Completing her. As their pulses beat. As one.
It's not her first time. From the movement of her hips, not Car's either. Not even like this. Doesn't surprise her. Another time and she would wonder. But right now. Right here. There is only this. Them. And the rhythm they set. The sweat forming on their brows. The slap of skin. Moans and pants of exertion.
Kahlan leans down. Rests her forehead against Cara's. Their bodies move. In sync. In time. In perfection.
She can feel her pleasure build. Know the crescendo isn't far. It feels so good. Like she'd dreamt it would. Like poetry. Fforever in motion.
Looks into Cara's eyes. Determined to ask. If they should. Should what? Stop? Continues?Oh Spirits. She wants to continue.
Instead it's Cara. who asks. Breathing heavy. Body taught. Only a whisper.
"Kahlan. I'm...close, should we...stop?"
an An answer leaves her lips. The answer. Ignoring her mind. Listening to other body parts.
"Don't stop"
the voice that answers so unlike her own. So full of pleasure. And something else.
As her magic breaks its restraints. Hips rock harder. Faster. Rhythm lost. Just riding. Pussy begging for more. More what she doesn't know. Just more.
Backs arch. Moans erupt. Louder. Higher. Needier. As orgasm washes over her. Clamping down. Squeezing Cara's from her. From her slipping restraint. Crying out. Names. Blasphemies. Cursing. As Cara slams deep. Shooting her seed.
Completely without restraint. Without worry. Or hesitation. They reach the edge. Tumble over together. Ride it out. Push it longer. Just a little longer.
Until silence falls. The collapse. Mother Confessor atop Mord'Sith/Seeker. Sated. Buzzing. Panting for breath. As sweat cools their bodies.
Cara whispers. Finally breaking the silence. Two words. Setting up the day ahead. tThe pleasure yet to come.
"Round two?"