fic: a welcome distraction (legend of the seeker; kahlan/cara; rating:r)
Title: A Welcome Distraction
Rating: R
Character(s): Kahlan/Cara
Spoilers: set mid-S2, pre-"Desecrated"
Summary: Kahlan thought for a moment that Cara would admit to feeling concerned but when Cara circled closer, her look was not one of comfort.
Word Count: 3,100+
Kahlan is a woman who is not accustomed to being touched. Correction: Kahlan used to be a woman who was not accustomed to being touched.
That was before Richard and his large trusting eyes; before anyone had ever offered his arm to her when mounting her horse, before she felt the warmth of his hand braced against her back to keep her from falling as they crossed slippery rocks in a stream and before she began to wonder what it would feel like to press her lips up against his.
She used to pull away scared when she saw someone reach out to her, but now she knows the Seeker and what it feels like to love. She has been introduced to how it makes her skin tingle with warmth and she no longer flinches away from people.
His faith in her is infectious to the point where she’s touching others, hugging the families of those they help, shaking hands with honest, hardworking villagers.
Yet throughout all this, her powers are lurking beneath the surface and she should have known it was only a matter of time until some poor soul let their welcoming touch linger too long.
She does have to concentrate, has to battle and possess the victim’s will, but that doesn’t mean it can’t happen suddenly, or without warning.
When she is shocked with the news that Richard’s been kidnapped, a young boy tried to keep her calm by grasping her hand strongly in a warning not to panic. His actions were perceived as keeping her from rescuing Richard and when she is worried for his life her power takes control, her body becoming merely a vessel to hold it.
His soul is lost in a matter of seconds.
At dusk, after the problem with Richard had been resolved, Kahlan returns alone, ready to wallow in guilt. She kneels down next to his body, now cold and covered with a blanket.
The Confessed boy had thought of nothing but her safety when following them on their rescue mission, nothing but his all-consuming love for her. He was just an untrained farm boy who couldn’t properly hold his father’s sword yet, and now never would.
She let the tears flow as she knelt next to his body, waiting for their calming effect to release her from some of her pain. She waited until the sky grew dark and she heard the rustle of pebbles behind her, the sounds of someone who wanted to announce their presence without actually announcing their presence.
“Did Richard send you to find me?” She asked.
“No, he suggested I let you grieve, but I was...” Kahlan thought for a moment that Cara would admit to feeling concerned but when Cara circled closer, her look was not one of comfort.
“Curious.”
Kahlan didn’t have the energy to explain to Cara why she was crying. Luckily, Cara continued to observe her emotional oddities in silence so Kahlan could at least say a mental prayer to the Creator, asking him to watch over this boy. Her guilt was still too strong to sing the song that would guide his soul.
After a long silence, Kahlan began to feel the weight of Cara’s stare and turned to look at her. “He had a whole future ahead of him, a future that I stole from him.” Her words were watered down with her pain and for once she envied Cara’s cool detachment.
“You were protecting the Lord Rahl. You could not have been expected to safeguard some boy who followed us to the garrison. It was his own careless attitude that caused his death.”
Rationally, Kahlan knew that Cara was trying to make her feel better, but all she could focus on was the one connection she had to this boy and how Cara was trying to take it away. It suddenly seemed important to own her role in his death.
“No, it was my carelessness that caused him to lose his life!”
Cara shot her an impatient look. “Does it matter?” She was right, the boy was still dead regardless of anyone’s intention. Accepting that fact was another matter altogether, one that drained her. Exhausted, Kahlan’s shoulders sagged. “I don’t want to argue about this anymore.” She wiped ineffectually at her face.
She just wanted to curl up with her blanket and sleep. She wanted to feel Richard’s strong arms around her. But being the Mother Confessor means denying oneself of trivial needs and pushing away her inconsequential sorrows rather than indulge them. When she finally moved to get up her face was filled cool determination.
“I need to warn people, show them not to trust me. Perhaps I should return to the uniform of the Confessors.”
“That’s terribly impractical for our lifestyle.” Cara stated brusquely. Kahlan hadn’t thought Cara a fan of comfort and mobility over displaying dominance and status. She hadn’t so much compromised with her Mord’Sith outfit as confront it.
“People need to know that the Mother Confessor is still out there trying to save them. More importantly, people need to know not to touch me.”
“You have incredible control over your powers.”
“Cara, I took this child from his mother and father and I can never return him home.”
“We watch people die every week. The people that we kill.” Cara bluntly announced.
“Only those that serve the Keeper!”
“Kahlan, we can’t pick and choose the casualties along the path to Richard’s quest.”
She looks down again, sighing. “I just wish it weren’t so hard.”
“Come with me.” Cara ordered.
“Where are we going?”
“You need a distraction from these thoughts. Back at the Palace, there were always multiple Mord’Sith in a training session, watching the progress. We didn’t care how long the training process took, no-one judged another Sister of her methods. The reason we watched was to monitor our fellow Sister and spot if she grew frustrated.”
“If she got emotionally involved or distracted it was a fellow Sister’s duty to remove her from the object of her frustration and rejuvenate her.”
“I’m not frustrated, Cara, I’m tired.”
“I’m assuming the same principles apply. Now let me help you relax.”
Kahlan would not have gone along with it if she hadn’t seen Cara’s face through the shadows. She knew intimately what it was like to lose one sister, she couldn’t imagine losing dozens.
“Lie down.” Cara instructed.
Kahlan had rather hoped that Cara had found a lagoon of hot springs and just hadn’t thought to share it with everyone else, but that hope died when Cara pointed to the leaf-covered ground of the forest.
Kahlan wiggled in the dirt, creating grooves for her body so she could be more comfortable on the cold ground.
Cara knelt next to her, biting on the tips of her fingers to pull off her gloves.
“I need you to relax, so close your eyes.” Kahlan did as she was told, focusing on the even timing Cara’s warm breath against her skin, a welcome distraction.
Cara blew on her hands to warm them up and then began to stroke down Kahlan’s arms in an attempt to direct the knots out of her muscles.
Cara was using long, flowing strokes across her shoulders and down her forearms rather than the tough, kneading that Kahlan expected. Against her will, Kahlan could feel tension in her neck slowly dissipate.
For a moment, all she could feel was where Cara’s firm hands pressed up against her body. Her fingers without her gloves were soft like a summer rain and it felt wonderful to finally let some worries flow out of her veins and release into the night.
Then Cara shifted beside her and the realities of the day came slamming back.
“Stop.” She said as she began to sit up, worries over Richard and Zedd filling her mind.
Her first mistake was assuming that Cara would listen again with patience as the Mother Confessor rambled about guilt. Her second was not guessing the Mord’Sith method used to silence uncooperative pupils.
So Kahlan felt totally unprepared when Cara stretched over her, pinning her to the ground hard as their lips mashed together; Cara was firm and insistent against Kahlan’s mouth, swallowing her surprised yelp.
When Kahlan stopped struggling, Cara moved back and despite the warning in her eyes, Kahlan furrowed her brow to question her friend’s intent. A single slender finger was placed against her lips, pre-emptively shushing her unease. She saw that Cara was offering her another distraction and decided to use it, closing her eyes once more.
This time, when Kahlan felt warm lips against her skin, she had more time to appreciate the flavour of Cara and she revelled in this new sensation. Like all of Cara’s actions, not a single movement was superfluous or wasted. She moved against Kahlan’s mouth with skilled determination to best bring pleasure as she had been taught. Yet her kisses never felt mechanical or stilted to Kahlan, they had a practiced feel but with an undercurrent of hot need that was constantly threatening to overtake her control.
Cara’s unyielding lips travelled down Kahlan’s neck and she let out her first moan to the night air. Kahlan tried to move but Cara’s weight effectively held her down. She found her body instinctively responding to deepen their kiss and she could already feel her arms encircling Cara’s neck, wantonly enjoying the attention Cara was paying to her pulse.
She felt Cara’s hands slowly move from her side, gliding up her body to tangle in her hair and Kahlan tightened her hold, bringing them closer.
Cara leaned back and Kahlan instinctively pouted at being denied the warmth her body had provided. Cara grinned at her as she removed her agiels from their holsters, a predatory look flashing in her eyes.
Kahlan could feel her mouth go dry as she felt her skin flush with arousal. She was instantly thankful that Cara had just placed her agiels down on the ground away from them, but for a moment she had felt a strange thrill when Cara had held them over her. It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling but rather one that she would have typically associated with the nerves she got right before a battle.
Pushing that thought out of her head were Cara’s nimble fingers, dancing across her skin in a way that drove Kahlan mad. Cara was swiftly undoing the laces of Kahlan’s clothes, exposing her skin to the twilight chill, causing a shiver to ripple through her.
She had no idea how this had happened so fast or why it was so easy and natural. It was only as Cara’s hand brushed against Kahlan’s thigh that she remembered that it was also very dangerous.
“Wait, my powers!”
“I’ll put my gloves back on. Will that be enough?” Cara looked up at Kahlan, her face open and she found it hard to find her voice. She wanted Cara to continue so badly.
“I-I don’t know.” She confessed.
“Then you’ll have to tell me when.”
Kahlan wondered if she could - she had never taken that risk with Richard before and honestly did not know the full limits of her control.
“Kahlan?” Cara’s voice was all command and it felt like rough sand scraping every nerve ending of her body. She flexed her toes involuntarily.
Cara was still looking expectantly at her and Kahlan realised that she must be expecting an answer. “Yes.” Kahlan breathed out and if Cara could sense any lingering insecurities in her voice, she made no motion of stopping.
“Perfect.” Cara said as slowly tugged her dark leather gloves back over her fingers, hiding the gentle warmth that Kahlan had known. She had no time to get sentimental about the loss, as Cara’s gloved thumb and forefinger immediately began making languorously slow circles on Kahlan’s inner thighs. She was moving gradually closer to where Kahlan most wanted her to be. Her fingers lingered below her waistline, as she seemed to be drinking in the sight of the Mother Confessor, exposed to the world.
In return, Kahlan could only watch her single-minded concentration with silent bliss, her muscles suddenly loose and languid. Kahlan began to arch towards Cara, causing her to grin. Kahlan smiled back, lifting her hips up from the ground in time with Cara’s agile fingers.
While Cara’s fingers tested her flesh and tugged new sounds from Kahlan, her lips drew open mouthed circles against her smooth skin and she could feel the slight prickle of sensation as her body responded to the touch.
Kahlan had pleasured herself before and at first it felt similar to her youthful experiments. However, Cara was much more experienced than Kahlan had ever been and she was soon discovering that there was a vast difference between an amateur girl’s attempts and a practised woman’s ministrations.
With the evening air around them so crisp and cold, the brief dances of warmth that Cara’s fingers left as they tiptoed around the inside of Kahlan’s thighs and across her folds had her barely coherent to anything outside of the pleasure Cara promised. Her skin flushed with heat and she wanted to pull at Cara’s hair, to yank her full, hungry mouth back and finish their kiss from before. She was distracted from this impulse when Cara suddenly stopped teasing Kahlan and moved her hands away.
Kahlan sputtered out a whimpering plea before she saw Cara licking her gloved fingers. She knew how it felt to have Cara’s hot tongue pressed against her neck and she couldn’t draw her attention away from the glimpses of her pink kitten tongue flashing out at her. The Mord’Sith sucked on two fingers intently, pulling them out with a pop and Kahlan knew that Cara’s thoughtfulness was unnecessary just from witnessing that act alone. She needed no help in getting prepared.
In compliance to Kahlan’s breathy requests that she continue, Cara abruptly slipped the two gloved fingers inside her. She felt her whole body release the sigh of pleasure from the contact, the sensation travelling through her before evaporating off her skin like steam from a warm bath.
The pressure build-up she felt move through her body was hard and rough and desperate. Cara didn't stick to a rhythm for her to enjoy so Kahlan had to fight to keep her hands to herself when all she wanted to do was direct Cara’s thumb to where it would bring her to her final release. She clutched at her corset, fumbling at the ties to keep her own fingers busy. She needed more contact and felt like the rest of her body was starving for the brutal attention that Cara was paying to her core. She released her breasts to the night and began to knead her own nipples since Cara’s hands were already occupied.
It didn't feel fair that she could push Kahlan to the edge like this then hold her there, withholding the ecstasy of falling. So she tried to communicate her need, to plead with Cara but the only sounds she could make were the breathy gasps that Cara’s fingers brought forth from her. Using her last sob as encouragement, Cara moved closer and Kahlan could almost trick herself into believing that she was feeling Cara’s whispered breath sweep across her damp skin.
Finally, Cara’s fingers gained speed and her hips bucked again when she at last began to apply her thumb to the job, flicking and rubbing the nub above where her fingers were working with such speed. Kahlan moaned into her shoulder, biting her lip from the strain of holding herself back.
She flattened her palms against the earth, moaning aloud as their bodies began rocking in unison, her hips rising up to join Cara’s fingers, as if on cue. The friction was already threatening to tear her apart. She'd been swaying on the brink of orgasm on and off ever since she had felt Cara’s kiss, and now that Kahlan was finally within reach of that goal it seemed to be rushing up on her hopelessly fast.
Cara crooked her fingers inside and stroked hard against her until Kahlan couldn’t keep the roaring sensation building inside of her any longer. The fire that had started in her abdomen now threatened to spread throughout her entire body like lightning.
“Get away.” She cried, finally moving her arms from her side to push Cara backwards.
Kahlan collapsed one last time against the leaves, in ecstasy. Her hands, which she had previously considered lethally dangerous, gripped the ground, her nails digging into the earth. Her power overwhelmed her and her vision went black as night as she succumbed to its dominance.
The rushing calm that filled her ears afterwards felt foreign after the loud stirring she had just experienced and it took Kahlan some time before her breath returned to normal. She must have yelled out Cara’s name when she had been overcome with pleasure because when her sight returned to her, all she saw was her blond companion resting against a nearby tree stump, a smug smile on her lips.
As much as Kahlan wanted to sweep the grin from Cara’s face, she caught herself thinking that it had been too long since she had last seen her Mord’Sith companion smile and was pleased that she had anything to do with it’s return.
She realized that she was also smiling, though whether it was due to the knowledge of the full and deep sleep she would experience that night with her body so relaxed or from the memory of Cara’s body pinned over hers, she could not say.
She sat up slowly, fumbling to put her clothing to rights all while Cara continued to watch unashamed from her seated position across the clearing, her cat-like grin still challenging the Confessor even after victory. Kahlan had to use her hair to cover her blushing face as she wondered what Cara’s expression would be if Kahlan ever offered to one day return this favour.
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Rating: R
Character(s): Kahlan/Cara
Spoilers: set mid-S2, pre-"Desecrated"
Summary: Kahlan thought for a moment that Cara would admit to feeling concerned but when Cara circled closer, her look was not one of comfort.
Word Count: 3,100+
Kahlan is a woman who is not accustomed to being touched. Correction: Kahlan used to be a woman who was not accustomed to being touched.
That was before Richard and his large trusting eyes; before anyone had ever offered his arm to her when mounting her horse, before she felt the warmth of his hand braced against her back to keep her from falling as they crossed slippery rocks in a stream and before she began to wonder what it would feel like to press her lips up against his.
She used to pull away scared when she saw someone reach out to her, but now she knows the Seeker and what it feels like to love. She has been introduced to how it makes her skin tingle with warmth and she no longer flinches away from people.
His faith in her is infectious to the point where she’s touching others, hugging the families of those they help, shaking hands with honest, hardworking villagers.
Yet throughout all this, her powers are lurking beneath the surface and she should have known it was only a matter of time until some poor soul let their welcoming touch linger too long.
She does have to concentrate, has to battle and possess the victim’s will, but that doesn’t mean it can’t happen suddenly, or without warning.
When she is shocked with the news that Richard’s been kidnapped, a young boy tried to keep her calm by grasping her hand strongly in a warning not to panic. His actions were perceived as keeping her from rescuing Richard and when she is worried for his life her power takes control, her body becoming merely a vessel to hold it.
His soul is lost in a matter of seconds.
At dusk, after the problem with Richard had been resolved, Kahlan returns alone, ready to wallow in guilt. She kneels down next to his body, now cold and covered with a blanket.
The Confessed boy had thought of nothing but her safety when following them on their rescue mission, nothing but his all-consuming love for her. He was just an untrained farm boy who couldn’t properly hold his father’s sword yet, and now never would.
She let the tears flow as she knelt next to his body, waiting for their calming effect to release her from some of her pain. She waited until the sky grew dark and she heard the rustle of pebbles behind her, the sounds of someone who wanted to announce their presence without actually announcing their presence.
“Did Richard send you to find me?” She asked.
“No, he suggested I let you grieve, but I was...” Kahlan thought for a moment that Cara would admit to feeling concerned but when Cara circled closer, her look was not one of comfort.
“Curious.”
Kahlan didn’t have the energy to explain to Cara why she was crying. Luckily, Cara continued to observe her emotional oddities in silence so Kahlan could at least say a mental prayer to the Creator, asking him to watch over this boy. Her guilt was still too strong to sing the song that would guide his soul.
After a long silence, Kahlan began to feel the weight of Cara’s stare and turned to look at her. “He had a whole future ahead of him, a future that I stole from him.” Her words were watered down with her pain and for once she envied Cara’s cool detachment.
“You were protecting the Lord Rahl. You could not have been expected to safeguard some boy who followed us to the garrison. It was his own careless attitude that caused his death.”
Rationally, Kahlan knew that Cara was trying to make her feel better, but all she could focus on was the one connection she had to this boy and how Cara was trying to take it away. It suddenly seemed important to own her role in his death.
“No, it was my carelessness that caused him to lose his life!”
Cara shot her an impatient look. “Does it matter?” She was right, the boy was still dead regardless of anyone’s intention. Accepting that fact was another matter altogether, one that drained her. Exhausted, Kahlan’s shoulders sagged. “I don’t want to argue about this anymore.” She wiped ineffectually at her face.
She just wanted to curl up with her blanket and sleep. She wanted to feel Richard’s strong arms around her. But being the Mother Confessor means denying oneself of trivial needs and pushing away her inconsequential sorrows rather than indulge them. When she finally moved to get up her face was filled cool determination.
“I need to warn people, show them not to trust me. Perhaps I should return to the uniform of the Confessors.”
“That’s terribly impractical for our lifestyle.” Cara stated brusquely. Kahlan hadn’t thought Cara a fan of comfort and mobility over displaying dominance and status. She hadn’t so much compromised with her Mord’Sith outfit as confront it.
“People need to know that the Mother Confessor is still out there trying to save them. More importantly, people need to know not to touch me.”
“You have incredible control over your powers.”
“Cara, I took this child from his mother and father and I can never return him home.”
“We watch people die every week. The people that we kill.” Cara bluntly announced.
“Only those that serve the Keeper!”
“Kahlan, we can’t pick and choose the casualties along the path to Richard’s quest.”
She looks down again, sighing. “I just wish it weren’t so hard.”
“Come with me.” Cara ordered.
“Where are we going?”
“You need a distraction from these thoughts. Back at the Palace, there were always multiple Mord’Sith in a training session, watching the progress. We didn’t care how long the training process took, no-one judged another Sister of her methods. The reason we watched was to monitor our fellow Sister and spot if she grew frustrated.”
“If she got emotionally involved or distracted it was a fellow Sister’s duty to remove her from the object of her frustration and rejuvenate her.”
“I’m not frustrated, Cara, I’m tired.”
“I’m assuming the same principles apply. Now let me help you relax.”
Kahlan would not have gone along with it if she hadn’t seen Cara’s face through the shadows. She knew intimately what it was like to lose one sister, she couldn’t imagine losing dozens.
“Lie down.” Cara instructed.
Kahlan had rather hoped that Cara had found a lagoon of hot springs and just hadn’t thought to share it with everyone else, but that hope died when Cara pointed to the leaf-covered ground of the forest.
Kahlan wiggled in the dirt, creating grooves for her body so she could be more comfortable on the cold ground.
Cara knelt next to her, biting on the tips of her fingers to pull off her gloves.
“I need you to relax, so close your eyes.” Kahlan did as she was told, focusing on the even timing Cara’s warm breath against her skin, a welcome distraction.
Cara blew on her hands to warm them up and then began to stroke down Kahlan’s arms in an attempt to direct the knots out of her muscles.
Cara was using long, flowing strokes across her shoulders and down her forearms rather than the tough, kneading that Kahlan expected. Against her will, Kahlan could feel tension in her neck slowly dissipate.
For a moment, all she could feel was where Cara’s firm hands pressed up against her body. Her fingers without her gloves were soft like a summer rain and it felt wonderful to finally let some worries flow out of her veins and release into the night.
Then Cara shifted beside her and the realities of the day came slamming back.
“Stop.” She said as she began to sit up, worries over Richard and Zedd filling her mind.
Her first mistake was assuming that Cara would listen again with patience as the Mother Confessor rambled about guilt. Her second was not guessing the Mord’Sith method used to silence uncooperative pupils.
So Kahlan felt totally unprepared when Cara stretched over her, pinning her to the ground hard as their lips mashed together; Cara was firm and insistent against Kahlan’s mouth, swallowing her surprised yelp.
When Kahlan stopped struggling, Cara moved back and despite the warning in her eyes, Kahlan furrowed her brow to question her friend’s intent. A single slender finger was placed against her lips, pre-emptively shushing her unease. She saw that Cara was offering her another distraction and decided to use it, closing her eyes once more.
This time, when Kahlan felt warm lips against her skin, she had more time to appreciate the flavour of Cara and she revelled in this new sensation. Like all of Cara’s actions, not a single movement was superfluous or wasted. She moved against Kahlan’s mouth with skilled determination to best bring pleasure as she had been taught. Yet her kisses never felt mechanical or stilted to Kahlan, they had a practiced feel but with an undercurrent of hot need that was constantly threatening to overtake her control.
Cara’s unyielding lips travelled down Kahlan’s neck and she let out her first moan to the night air. Kahlan tried to move but Cara’s weight effectively held her down. She found her body instinctively responding to deepen their kiss and she could already feel her arms encircling Cara’s neck, wantonly enjoying the attention Cara was paying to her pulse.
She felt Cara’s hands slowly move from her side, gliding up her body to tangle in her hair and Kahlan tightened her hold, bringing them closer.
Cara leaned back and Kahlan instinctively pouted at being denied the warmth her body had provided. Cara grinned at her as she removed her agiels from their holsters, a predatory look flashing in her eyes.
Kahlan could feel her mouth go dry as she felt her skin flush with arousal. She was instantly thankful that Cara had just placed her agiels down on the ground away from them, but for a moment she had felt a strange thrill when Cara had held them over her. It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling but rather one that she would have typically associated with the nerves she got right before a battle.
Pushing that thought out of her head were Cara’s nimble fingers, dancing across her skin in a way that drove Kahlan mad. Cara was swiftly undoing the laces of Kahlan’s clothes, exposing her skin to the twilight chill, causing a shiver to ripple through her.
She had no idea how this had happened so fast or why it was so easy and natural. It was only as Cara’s hand brushed against Kahlan’s thigh that she remembered that it was also very dangerous.
“Wait, my powers!”
“I’ll put my gloves back on. Will that be enough?” Cara looked up at Kahlan, her face open and she found it hard to find her voice. She wanted Cara to continue so badly.
“I-I don’t know.” She confessed.
“Then you’ll have to tell me when.”
Kahlan wondered if she could - she had never taken that risk with Richard before and honestly did not know the full limits of her control.
“Kahlan?” Cara’s voice was all command and it felt like rough sand scraping every nerve ending of her body. She flexed her toes involuntarily.
Cara was still looking expectantly at her and Kahlan realised that she must be expecting an answer. “Yes.” Kahlan breathed out and if Cara could sense any lingering insecurities in her voice, she made no motion of stopping.
“Perfect.” Cara said as slowly tugged her dark leather gloves back over her fingers, hiding the gentle warmth that Kahlan had known. She had no time to get sentimental about the loss, as Cara’s gloved thumb and forefinger immediately began making languorously slow circles on Kahlan’s inner thighs. She was moving gradually closer to where Kahlan most wanted her to be. Her fingers lingered below her waistline, as she seemed to be drinking in the sight of the Mother Confessor, exposed to the world.
In return, Kahlan could only watch her single-minded concentration with silent bliss, her muscles suddenly loose and languid. Kahlan began to arch towards Cara, causing her to grin. Kahlan smiled back, lifting her hips up from the ground in time with Cara’s agile fingers.
While Cara’s fingers tested her flesh and tugged new sounds from Kahlan, her lips drew open mouthed circles against her smooth skin and she could feel the slight prickle of sensation as her body responded to the touch.
Kahlan had pleasured herself before and at first it felt similar to her youthful experiments. However, Cara was much more experienced than Kahlan had ever been and she was soon discovering that there was a vast difference between an amateur girl’s attempts and a practised woman’s ministrations.
With the evening air around them so crisp and cold, the brief dances of warmth that Cara’s fingers left as they tiptoed around the inside of Kahlan’s thighs and across her folds had her barely coherent to anything outside of the pleasure Cara promised. Her skin flushed with heat and she wanted to pull at Cara’s hair, to yank her full, hungry mouth back and finish their kiss from before. She was distracted from this impulse when Cara suddenly stopped teasing Kahlan and moved her hands away.
Kahlan sputtered out a whimpering plea before she saw Cara licking her gloved fingers. She knew how it felt to have Cara’s hot tongue pressed against her neck and she couldn’t draw her attention away from the glimpses of her pink kitten tongue flashing out at her. The Mord’Sith sucked on two fingers intently, pulling them out with a pop and Kahlan knew that Cara’s thoughtfulness was unnecessary just from witnessing that act alone. She needed no help in getting prepared.
In compliance to Kahlan’s breathy requests that she continue, Cara abruptly slipped the two gloved fingers inside her. She felt her whole body release the sigh of pleasure from the contact, the sensation travelling through her before evaporating off her skin like steam from a warm bath.
The pressure build-up she felt move through her body was hard and rough and desperate. Cara didn't stick to a rhythm for her to enjoy so Kahlan had to fight to keep her hands to herself when all she wanted to do was direct Cara’s thumb to where it would bring her to her final release. She clutched at her corset, fumbling at the ties to keep her own fingers busy. She needed more contact and felt like the rest of her body was starving for the brutal attention that Cara was paying to her core. She released her breasts to the night and began to knead her own nipples since Cara’s hands were already occupied.
It didn't feel fair that she could push Kahlan to the edge like this then hold her there, withholding the ecstasy of falling. So she tried to communicate her need, to plead with Cara but the only sounds she could make were the breathy gasps that Cara’s fingers brought forth from her. Using her last sob as encouragement, Cara moved closer and Kahlan could almost trick herself into believing that she was feeling Cara’s whispered breath sweep across her damp skin.
Finally, Cara’s fingers gained speed and her hips bucked again when she at last began to apply her thumb to the job, flicking and rubbing the nub above where her fingers were working with such speed. Kahlan moaned into her shoulder, biting her lip from the strain of holding herself back.
She flattened her palms against the earth, moaning aloud as their bodies began rocking in unison, her hips rising up to join Cara’s fingers, as if on cue. The friction was already threatening to tear her apart. She'd been swaying on the brink of orgasm on and off ever since she had felt Cara’s kiss, and now that Kahlan was finally within reach of that goal it seemed to be rushing up on her hopelessly fast.
Cara crooked her fingers inside and stroked hard against her until Kahlan couldn’t keep the roaring sensation building inside of her any longer. The fire that had started in her abdomen now threatened to spread throughout her entire body like lightning.
“Get away.” She cried, finally moving her arms from her side to push Cara backwards.
Kahlan collapsed one last time against the leaves, in ecstasy. Her hands, which she had previously considered lethally dangerous, gripped the ground, her nails digging into the earth. Her power overwhelmed her and her vision went black as night as she succumbed to its dominance.
The rushing calm that filled her ears afterwards felt foreign after the loud stirring she had just experienced and it took Kahlan some time before her breath returned to normal. She must have yelled out Cara’s name when she had been overcome with pleasure because when her sight returned to her, all she saw was her blond companion resting against a nearby tree stump, a smug smile on her lips.
As much as Kahlan wanted to sweep the grin from Cara’s face, she caught herself thinking that it had been too long since she had last seen her Mord’Sith companion smile and was pleased that she had anything to do with it’s return.
She realized that she was also smiling, though whether it was due to the knowledge of the full and deep sleep she would experience that night with her body so relaxed or from the memory of Cara’s body pinned over hers, she could not say.
She sat up slowly, fumbling to put her clothing to rights all while Cara continued to watch unashamed from her seated position across the clearing, her cat-like grin still challenging the Confessor even after victory. Kahlan had to use her hair to cover her blushing face as she wondered what Cara’s expression would be if Kahlan ever offered to one day return this favour.
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