Night Of... (3/?)
Title: Night Of... (3/?)
Author: larissa699
Paring: Kahlan/Cara
Rating: NC- 17
Summary: Continuation of "Goodnights by Firelight". Trouble threaten's the girl's night,
Disclaimer: I own Nothing sadly
AN: I hope you all like this Chapter, for being so short it actually took me awhile to write. Had no inspiration till recently when I found myself a new muse. Comment Please!
Zedd, what the...” screamed Kahlan pulling the sheets around herself. Standing Cara glared daggers at the man.
“You better have one hell of a good reason for...”
“I’m sorry girls but there’s trouble on the other side of town,” interrupted Zedd.
“Come on!” called Richard from the hall way.
Turning Zedd started to make his way out when “Um... Zedd you’re naked.”
“Oh yes so I am, thank you Kahlan...” he nodded walking out.
Falling back onto the bed Cara barely registered Kahlan pulling on her corset and dress. Staring at the ceiling she quickly made a list of all the ways in which she would slowly torture the Wizard. “Cara...”
“Mmm...” she replied.
“Are you angry?”
“You have no idea!” Cara stated gripping an ageil.
“Cara... Cara...” Slowly Kahlan pulled Cara up to a sitting position pressing her forehead to the mordsith’s and smiled. “I know you’re angry, I know you’re frustrated...” Cara shifted her gaze down to her lap only to have Kahlan cup her cheek to look back up at her. “But know that I am feeling all the same feelings as you. And the next time that we are either alone in the woods or in this room, nothing will stop us from doing this.”
Smirking, Cara raised an eyebrow; “This?” she asked wrapping her arms around Kahlan’s waist. Pulling back to lie on the bed with Kahlan landing on top of her, she quickly kissed her smiling lips.
Pulling back she looked down at a smirking Cara, Kahlan stroked her cheek “This... now get up!”
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“Gars, I fucking hate Gars,” huffed Cara as she stalked silently through the woods. Kahlan quickly smiled and stepped closer to the blonde.
“We all hate them Cara.”
“I especially hate them at this moment...” sulked Cara her bow raised stopping to listen. Smirking Kahlan stepped close to Cara her front pressed against Cara’s back. Cara stood there frozen as she felt Kahlan’s breath on her neck and near her ear. “I bet your just aching... pulsating with hate?” whispered Kahlan.
Shivering Cara shifted unsure as Kahlan placed her hands around her hips. “I can just imagine how wet with hate you are,” she whispered in her ear.
Cara closed her eyes at the feel of Kahlan’s lips skimming over her ear. Her bow lowered as Kahlan's hands trailed up her sides to rest on her leather clad breasts. A moan falling from her lips as Kahlan gave them a squeeze. Leaning back into Kahlan’s touch Cara dropped the bow, Kahlan’s lips soon attached to her neck sucking hard as she rolled and pinched Cara’s nipples. The world seemed to disappear around them, but Cara’s mind was still buzzing... ‘Wait buzzing’ thought Cara. ‘THE GARS!’ Cara opened her eyes to see them, the blood flies circling them. Nudging Kahlan, the confessor stopped eyes open looking around them.
Cursing herself for dropping the bow she scanned around till her nose found what she was looking for. The unmistakable smell of a Gar, squinting she saw it move through the trees towards them. Slowly Cara bent down reaching for her bow, then reaching behind she pulled a dagger from Kahlan’s boot. Keeping her eyes on the animal she rose back up, slipping the dagger in Kahlan’s hand. The Gar’s eyes shone a bright red as it stalked through the dark forest. Its nose rose to the air sniffing for what his blood flies had found him. Drawing the bow string back Cara steadied herself ready to fight. Her gloved fingers let the string go sending the arrow straight to its chest. Howling the Gar reared back filling the still night with the sound of its dying screams. Falling to its side the blood flies raced towards the dead animal. Cara took in a deep breath, one she didn’t realize she was holding in. Kahlan’s hand slipped into hers and she turned smiling at the Confessor.
“RAWWW!”
The second Gar broke through the bushes beside them colliding with the two. Quickly pushing Kahlan Cara found herself pinned under the creature. The Gar howled as its front claws dug into the leather and flesh of Cara’s shoulders and chest. It’s snarling mouth dripping with spit inched closer to her face. Squirming she tried to reach for her ageil’s but only managed to feel her flesh rip and tear more. The Gar shifted suddenly its claws clenching her shoulder knocking her away from under it. Rolling she saw Kahlan on top of the creature, her dagger sticking deep in it back. She watched as Kahlan pulled the dagger out only to drive it back down into the animal’s skull. With a loud howl, she watched the Gar rear back knocking Kahlan to the ground then finally fell to the ground dead.
Taking a deep and painful breath Cara tried to sit up only to feel her arms buckle under her. The air in her lung rushed out as she hit the ground and the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. Groaning Cara called out to Kahlan, within seconds she felt the reassuring touch of her confessor, her love. Rolling over onto her back Cara looked up at her panicked face. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted Richard running towards them. She watched as Kahlan yelled at Richard, but Cara couldn’t hear it. The shadow of the wizard loomed over her as he chanted his healing spells but Cara could hear none of it either and when she looked back to Kahlan her vision became blurry. Darkness started to descend but all Cara could think of was Kahlan’s face and the tears that fell from it. With all her strength Cara lifted her blood red glove and touched Kahlan’s cheek, wiping a tear away, before her world turned dark.
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“Kahlan!”
She heard her name being called, but nothing mattered, all that mattered was the woman lying in front of her, and the blood that was seeping through her fingers. Desperately she put pressure on the worst of the wounds on Cara’s shoulder and chest, but the bleeding wouldn’t stop. Out of the corner of her eye she said Richard running towards her, dropping to his knees his hands instantly covered hers to help. Looking up she saw the fear in his eyes as he looked down at his mangled friend.
“Where’s Zedd?” yelled Kahlan.
“I... He, he was right behind me,” stammered Richard as he looked down at Cara.
Suddenly Zedd was there standing at Cara’s feet, eyes closed and arms raised in the air chanting a healing spell. Looking down she found Cara looking up at her, so many emotions shown in her eyes. Closing her eyes Kahlan felt the tears stream down her cheeks and her body trembled as she tried to keep calm. Then that familiar feeling of warm leather brushed her cheek. Opening her eyes she saw Cara’s hand wipe a few tears from her cheek. She reassuringly smiled down at the blonde, but with horror she watched Cara’s eyes roll back and close, her hand falling limply at her side.
“No! Cara wake up!” yelled Kahlan grabbing Cara’s hand.
Richard looked from his bloodied friend up to his grandfather, who was still chanting his spells. Tears slid down his cheeks as he looked down at his bloodied hands.
Kahlan fell forward burring her face in the crook of Cara’s neck and shoulder. She let her tears fall freely as she clutched her love. She felt her resolve giving way, her powers brimming with anger and rage threaten to release. Taking deep calming breathes she knew she couldn’t let the Con Dar take control. She needed to remain calm so she could take care of Cara.
Reaching out Zedd placed his hand on Kahlan’s shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze. Kahlan felt her power calm enough to control for now. “Kahlan, dear we must move her.”
“Zedd’s right Kahlan, we need to get Cara to town,” confirmed Richard.
Nodding she pulled back to look down at Cara’s bloodied and dirty face. “I did all I can do for her,” started Zedd, “but we both know she’s a fighter. She’ll come through.”
Kahlan gave Zedd a small smile and turned back to Cara. Leaning her forehead to Cara’s she whispered “Fight Cara, I need you, I love you.” With a final kiss to her lips, the confessor stood her face void of emotion as she helped the others with Cara.
Author: larissa699
Paring: Kahlan/Cara
Rating: NC- 17
Summary: Continuation of "Goodnights by Firelight". Trouble threaten's the girl's night,
Disclaimer: I own Nothing sadly
AN: I hope you all like this Chapter, for being so short it actually took me awhile to write. Had no inspiration till recently when I found myself a new muse. Comment Please!
Zedd, what the...” screamed Kahlan pulling the sheets around herself. Standing Cara glared daggers at the man.
“You better have one hell of a good reason for...”
“I’m sorry girls but there’s trouble on the other side of town,” interrupted Zedd.
“Come on!” called Richard from the hall way.
Turning Zedd started to make his way out when “Um... Zedd you’re naked.”
“Oh yes so I am, thank you Kahlan...” he nodded walking out.
Falling back onto the bed Cara barely registered Kahlan pulling on her corset and dress. Staring at the ceiling she quickly made a list of all the ways in which she would slowly torture the Wizard. “Cara...”
“Mmm...” she replied.
“Are you angry?”
“You have no idea!” Cara stated gripping an ageil.
“Cara... Cara...” Slowly Kahlan pulled Cara up to a sitting position pressing her forehead to the mordsith’s and smiled. “I know you’re angry, I know you’re frustrated...” Cara shifted her gaze down to her lap only to have Kahlan cup her cheek to look back up at her. “But know that I am feeling all the same feelings as you. And the next time that we are either alone in the woods or in this room, nothing will stop us from doing this.”
Smirking, Cara raised an eyebrow; “This?” she asked wrapping her arms around Kahlan’s waist. Pulling back to lie on the bed with Kahlan landing on top of her, she quickly kissed her smiling lips.
Pulling back she looked down at a smirking Cara, Kahlan stroked her cheek “This... now get up!”
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“Gars, I fucking hate Gars,” huffed Cara as she stalked silently through the woods. Kahlan quickly smiled and stepped closer to the blonde.
“We all hate them Cara.”
“I especially hate them at this moment...” sulked Cara her bow raised stopping to listen. Smirking Kahlan stepped close to Cara her front pressed against Cara’s back. Cara stood there frozen as she felt Kahlan’s breath on her neck and near her ear. “I bet your just aching... pulsating with hate?” whispered Kahlan.
Shivering Cara shifted unsure as Kahlan placed her hands around her hips. “I can just imagine how wet with hate you are,” she whispered in her ear.
Cara closed her eyes at the feel of Kahlan’s lips skimming over her ear. Her bow lowered as Kahlan's hands trailed up her sides to rest on her leather clad breasts. A moan falling from her lips as Kahlan gave them a squeeze. Leaning back into Kahlan’s touch Cara dropped the bow, Kahlan’s lips soon attached to her neck sucking hard as she rolled and pinched Cara’s nipples. The world seemed to disappear around them, but Cara’s mind was still buzzing... ‘Wait buzzing’ thought Cara. ‘THE GARS!’ Cara opened her eyes to see them, the blood flies circling them. Nudging Kahlan, the confessor stopped eyes open looking around them.
Cursing herself for dropping the bow she scanned around till her nose found what she was looking for. The unmistakable smell of a Gar, squinting she saw it move through the trees towards them. Slowly Cara bent down reaching for her bow, then reaching behind she pulled a dagger from Kahlan’s boot. Keeping her eyes on the animal she rose back up, slipping the dagger in Kahlan’s hand. The Gar’s eyes shone a bright red as it stalked through the dark forest. Its nose rose to the air sniffing for what his blood flies had found him. Drawing the bow string back Cara steadied herself ready to fight. Her gloved fingers let the string go sending the arrow straight to its chest. Howling the Gar reared back filling the still night with the sound of its dying screams. Falling to its side the blood flies raced towards the dead animal. Cara took in a deep breath, one she didn’t realize she was holding in. Kahlan’s hand slipped into hers and she turned smiling at the Confessor.
“RAWWW!”
The second Gar broke through the bushes beside them colliding with the two. Quickly pushing Kahlan Cara found herself pinned under the creature. The Gar howled as its front claws dug into the leather and flesh of Cara’s shoulders and chest. It’s snarling mouth dripping with spit inched closer to her face. Squirming she tried to reach for her ageil’s but only managed to feel her flesh rip and tear more. The Gar shifted suddenly its claws clenching her shoulder knocking her away from under it. Rolling she saw Kahlan on top of the creature, her dagger sticking deep in it back. She watched as Kahlan pulled the dagger out only to drive it back down into the animal’s skull. With a loud howl, she watched the Gar rear back knocking Kahlan to the ground then finally fell to the ground dead.
Taking a deep and painful breath Cara tried to sit up only to feel her arms buckle under her. The air in her lung rushed out as she hit the ground and the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. Groaning Cara called out to Kahlan, within seconds she felt the reassuring touch of her confessor, her love. Rolling over onto her back Cara looked up at her panicked face. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted Richard running towards them. She watched as Kahlan yelled at Richard, but Cara couldn’t hear it. The shadow of the wizard loomed over her as he chanted his healing spells but Cara could hear none of it either and when she looked back to Kahlan her vision became blurry. Darkness started to descend but all Cara could think of was Kahlan’s face and the tears that fell from it. With all her strength Cara lifted her blood red glove and touched Kahlan’s cheek, wiping a tear away, before her world turned dark.
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“Kahlan!”
She heard her name being called, but nothing mattered, all that mattered was the woman lying in front of her, and the blood that was seeping through her fingers. Desperately she put pressure on the worst of the wounds on Cara’s shoulder and chest, but the bleeding wouldn’t stop. Out of the corner of her eye she said Richard running towards her, dropping to his knees his hands instantly covered hers to help. Looking up she saw the fear in his eyes as he looked down at his mangled friend.
“Where’s Zedd?” yelled Kahlan.
“I... He, he was right behind me,” stammered Richard as he looked down at Cara.
Suddenly Zedd was there standing at Cara’s feet, eyes closed and arms raised in the air chanting a healing spell. Looking down she found Cara looking up at her, so many emotions shown in her eyes. Closing her eyes Kahlan felt the tears stream down her cheeks and her body trembled as she tried to keep calm. Then that familiar feeling of warm leather brushed her cheek. Opening her eyes she saw Cara’s hand wipe a few tears from her cheek. She reassuringly smiled down at the blonde, but with horror she watched Cara’s eyes roll back and close, her hand falling limply at her side.
“No! Cara wake up!” yelled Kahlan grabbing Cara’s hand.
Richard looked from his bloodied friend up to his grandfather, who was still chanting his spells. Tears slid down his cheeks as he looked down at his bloodied hands.
Kahlan fell forward burring her face in the crook of Cara’s neck and shoulder. She let her tears fall freely as she clutched her love. She felt her resolve giving way, her powers brimming with anger and rage threaten to release. Taking deep calming breathes she knew she couldn’t let the Con Dar take control. She needed to remain calm so she could take care of Cara.
Reaching out Zedd placed his hand on Kahlan’s shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze. Kahlan felt her power calm enough to control for now. “Kahlan, dear we must move her.”
“Zedd’s right Kahlan, we need to get Cara to town,” confirmed Richard.
Nodding she pulled back to look down at Cara’s bloodied and dirty face. “I did all I can do for her,” started Zedd, “but we both know she’s a fighter. She’ll come through.”
Kahlan gave Zedd a small smile and turned back to Cara. Leaning her forehead to Cara’s she whispered “Fight Cara, I need you, I love you.” With a final kiss to her lips, the confessor stood her face void of emotion as she helped the others with Cara.