When A Lamb Turns Into A Lion (Love is… unpredictable)
Title: When A Lamb Turns Into A Lion (Love is… unpredictable)
Author: LM_Quin
Pairing: Kahlan/Cara
Raiting: NC-13
Word Count: 1463
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don’t own them but someday I will J when I marry Terry Woodkind mwahahah.
Summary: Kahlan suddenly finds herself in a certain Mord-Sith’s arms, with her luscious lips pressed to hers. She’s immediately angry at the blonde for having kissed her and insulting her modesty. The story gives an unexpected spin that not even Kahlan would have seen coming.
A/N: This is the first scene of a possibly long series based on what Love is. This time “Love is… unpredictable”
Love is…. Unpredictable
When did it happen? I’m not sure. How did it happen? No... I wouldn’t know that either. All I know is that suddenly I was in her arms, her lips fiercely pressed to mine.
Some time ago I would have not only pulled back but also slapped her in the face for insulting the Mother Confessor’s honor like that. Insulting my honor like that. But now, as I lay in her protective embrace, not only let her step on my respected figure but also return the kiss, with as much fervor as she.
What was I thinking is another question I cannot answer.
I am the ruler of an empire that spreads even beyond the line of the horizon. I am the supreme figure in all the Midlands. Everyone comes to me for guidance, my people trust that I will provide them with the most honest and accurate advice. I represent all that is good and right. I am supposed to be the truth made flesh and bones.
But if I am all that, then how can it be possible that I am at a loss with everything happening around me? How can it be that, for the first time in my life, I don’t have the answers I need? Where is my truth? Where have I hidden?
I let the moment linger for too many precious seconds but it needs to be over. Richard and Zedd will appear any moment now and they cannot find us like this.
I reluctantly open my eyes and look at her. Her eyes are still closed, her blonde bangs falling over my face, covering me like a cocoon. She looks…. Peaceful and for a moment I fear I might not have the strength I need to pull away.
But I have to and so I slowly break the kiss, my gaze immediately falling to the grass below my body. I cannot meet her eyes, not after what we’ve done.
She must have felt my change in demeanor for her body tenses beside mine. She lifts a hand to brush away a stray lock of hair hanging in front of my eyes when suddenly she stops in mid air and retrieves the hand.
I sometimes wonder if in another lifetime she might have been related to cats because the way she jumps back and lands on her feet two meters away from where she was a second ago is unnatural. But it makes me smile.
It’s but a second later that both Richard and Zedd burst into the clearing, looking beyond worried.
Richard shoots a brief glance towards Cara, acknowledging that she is alive and in one piece and then runs to where I am, half sitting half laying flat on my back.
His hands unceremoniously search my face. I recognize the desperate gesture for what it is and give in to it, not wanting to preoccupy him longer than what I have already. I raise my eyes and meet his, boring into mines with such ferocity that it takes all my will power not to drop my gaze again.
“Kahlan, are you alright?”
Funny that he asks. Alright is everything but what I am right now.
I dimly nod my head in an attempt at erasing the worry I see in his eyes. I cannot have him looking at me as if I were his entire world right now. Not when I have just kissed with his most trusted friend.
Spirits, I feel dirty.
I smile at him weakly and move to stand. He reaches out his hand toward me, but I refuse his help and stand on my own instead. I cannot bear to have people helping me out anymore for the day. Apparently it doesn’t lead anywhere good.
I walk past him without another glance and continue towards Zedd. He is standing just outside the tree line, looking just as worried as his grandson. I smile at him in the same fashion as I have with Richard and keep on walking, never once stopping.
I need to be alone, away from them all, and especially away from the icy stare of certain Mord-Sith.
I lean my back against a tree and slide down until I touch the ground. I sigh somewhat exhausted.
I close my eyes and try to gather my thoughts. Everything is so fussy in my head and my emotions are turmoiling inside of me. What is happening to me?
I travel back in time with my mind.
We were all in the forest, walking quietly until a muffled sound alerted Nick, my horse. We unsheathed our weapons, ready for any possible threat. Richard ordered us to wait but Cara didn’t mind him, she went running straight to where the sound had come from.
We saw her disappear from our range of vision and when she did a horde of D’Haran soldiers jumped from their hiding place behind some trees and quickly surrounded us and simultaneously blocking the way to where Cara had run into. I couldn’t care any less; I ran straight to the D’Harans and made my way past them. I know Richard intended on doing so as well but more D’Harans appeared from the right so he had to stay behind with Zedd.
I followed Cara into a clearing and what I saw caught me off guard for a second.
Even though she was outnumbered ten to one she was still fighting them off quite nicely. Probably she didn’t need my help at all but I just couldn’t let her take them all on her own.
So I mingled in the fight alongside her.
I don’t remember exactly how or when but one of the D’Harans managed to hit me in the back of my head. The blow had been harder than what I could have foreseen but I somehow managed to stay on my feet. Turning fast on my heels I sliced his throat with my dagger and watched him crumple to the floor, already dead.
Beside me, Cara was agieling the last of the soldiers. When his heart gave out I instantly regretted having killed the one attacking me, I could have confessed him and obtained a little information on who had sent them and why.
It was too late for that. The D’Haran was dead.
I walked toward the Mord-Sith and when she turned to look at me her brows knitted together in worry. I frowned as a mirroring response.
Cara ran the last few steps toward me and I wondered what on the Creator’s name was going on. The Mord-Sith was one to stand her ground, it was unlike her to appear worried at all. So when she gave me that look, I knew something was terribly wrong.
I found out what it was when my vision suddenly blurred and my knees gave out. I thought I would hit the hard ground but a pair of strong arms caught me just before I did.
“Cara?” I asked numbly. Nothing was making much sense anymore.
Why was I suddenly laying on the blonde’s arms feeling as light as a feather?
“It’s alright, Confessor. You took a nasty blow, you’ll be alright in a heartbeat” She answered through her curtain of golden hair.
My head pounded and my thoughts were as thick as water. Maybe that’s why I did what I did next. I grabbed her by the back of her neck and I pressed my lips to hers.
I don’t know why I did that, maybe because I was feeling dizzy, but what I do know is that she kissed me back just as fiercely.
Suddenly my eyes snapped opened.
“Creator” I whisper, my heart in my throat.
Cara hadn’t initiated the kiss, I had. I kissed Cara.
I am the ruler of an empire that spreads even beyond the line of the horizon. I am the supreme figure in all the Midlands. I represent all that is good and right. I am supposed to be the truth made flesh and bones.
But in the matters of the heart I am at a loss.
As Mother Confessor of the Midlands I have spent my entire life listening to people, learning from them, and throughout the years I’ve heard many different things about very different matters.
Some people say that love is a mysterious force, that it takes you to do things you never thought you would. They say love is unpredictable, that it attacks where you less expect it to. That it can be so strong as to bring the bravest man to his knees.
They say that love can turn a lamb into a lion.
Author: LM_Quin
Pairing: Kahlan/Cara
Raiting: NC-13
Word Count: 1463
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don’t own them but someday I will J when I marry Terry Woodkind mwahahah.
Summary: Kahlan suddenly finds herself in a certain Mord-Sith’s arms, with her luscious lips pressed to hers. She’s immediately angry at the blonde for having kissed her and insulting her modesty. The story gives an unexpected spin that not even Kahlan would have seen coming.
A/N: This is the first scene of a possibly long series based on what Love is. This time “Love is… unpredictable”
Love is…. Unpredictable
When did it happen? I’m not sure. How did it happen? No... I wouldn’t know that either. All I know is that suddenly I was in her arms, her lips fiercely pressed to mine.
Some time ago I would have not only pulled back but also slapped her in the face for insulting the Mother Confessor’s honor like that. Insulting my honor like that. But now, as I lay in her protective embrace, not only let her step on my respected figure but also return the kiss, with as much fervor as she.
What was I thinking is another question I cannot answer.
I am the ruler of an empire that spreads even beyond the line of the horizon. I am the supreme figure in all the Midlands. Everyone comes to me for guidance, my people trust that I will provide them with the most honest and accurate advice. I represent all that is good and right. I am supposed to be the truth made flesh and bones.
But if I am all that, then how can it be possible that I am at a loss with everything happening around me? How can it be that, for the first time in my life, I don’t have the answers I need? Where is my truth? Where have I hidden?
I let the moment linger for too many precious seconds but it needs to be over. Richard and Zedd will appear any moment now and they cannot find us like this.
I reluctantly open my eyes and look at her. Her eyes are still closed, her blonde bangs falling over my face, covering me like a cocoon. She looks…. Peaceful and for a moment I fear I might not have the strength I need to pull away.
But I have to and so I slowly break the kiss, my gaze immediately falling to the grass below my body. I cannot meet her eyes, not after what we’ve done.
She must have felt my change in demeanor for her body tenses beside mine. She lifts a hand to brush away a stray lock of hair hanging in front of my eyes when suddenly she stops in mid air and retrieves the hand.
I sometimes wonder if in another lifetime she might have been related to cats because the way she jumps back and lands on her feet two meters away from where she was a second ago is unnatural. But it makes me smile.
It’s but a second later that both Richard and Zedd burst into the clearing, looking beyond worried.
Richard shoots a brief glance towards Cara, acknowledging that she is alive and in one piece and then runs to where I am, half sitting half laying flat on my back.
His hands unceremoniously search my face. I recognize the desperate gesture for what it is and give in to it, not wanting to preoccupy him longer than what I have already. I raise my eyes and meet his, boring into mines with such ferocity that it takes all my will power not to drop my gaze again.
“Kahlan, are you alright?”
Funny that he asks. Alright is everything but what I am right now.
I dimly nod my head in an attempt at erasing the worry I see in his eyes. I cannot have him looking at me as if I were his entire world right now. Not when I have just kissed with his most trusted friend.
Spirits, I feel dirty.
I smile at him weakly and move to stand. He reaches out his hand toward me, but I refuse his help and stand on my own instead. I cannot bear to have people helping me out anymore for the day. Apparently it doesn’t lead anywhere good.
I walk past him without another glance and continue towards Zedd. He is standing just outside the tree line, looking just as worried as his grandson. I smile at him in the same fashion as I have with Richard and keep on walking, never once stopping.
I need to be alone, away from them all, and especially away from the icy stare of certain Mord-Sith.
I lean my back against a tree and slide down until I touch the ground. I sigh somewhat exhausted.
I close my eyes and try to gather my thoughts. Everything is so fussy in my head and my emotions are turmoiling inside of me. What is happening to me?
I travel back in time with my mind.
We were all in the forest, walking quietly until a muffled sound alerted Nick, my horse. We unsheathed our weapons, ready for any possible threat. Richard ordered us to wait but Cara didn’t mind him, she went running straight to where the sound had come from.
We saw her disappear from our range of vision and when she did a horde of D’Haran soldiers jumped from their hiding place behind some trees and quickly surrounded us and simultaneously blocking the way to where Cara had run into. I couldn’t care any less; I ran straight to the D’Harans and made my way past them. I know Richard intended on doing so as well but more D’Harans appeared from the right so he had to stay behind with Zedd.
I followed Cara into a clearing and what I saw caught me off guard for a second.
Even though she was outnumbered ten to one she was still fighting them off quite nicely. Probably she didn’t need my help at all but I just couldn’t let her take them all on her own.
So I mingled in the fight alongside her.
I don’t remember exactly how or when but one of the D’Harans managed to hit me in the back of my head. The blow had been harder than what I could have foreseen but I somehow managed to stay on my feet. Turning fast on my heels I sliced his throat with my dagger and watched him crumple to the floor, already dead.
Beside me, Cara was agieling the last of the soldiers. When his heart gave out I instantly regretted having killed the one attacking me, I could have confessed him and obtained a little information on who had sent them and why.
It was too late for that. The D’Haran was dead.
I walked toward the Mord-Sith and when she turned to look at me her brows knitted together in worry. I frowned as a mirroring response.
Cara ran the last few steps toward me and I wondered what on the Creator’s name was going on. The Mord-Sith was one to stand her ground, it was unlike her to appear worried at all. So when she gave me that look, I knew something was terribly wrong.
I found out what it was when my vision suddenly blurred and my knees gave out. I thought I would hit the hard ground but a pair of strong arms caught me just before I did.
“Cara?” I asked numbly. Nothing was making much sense anymore.
Why was I suddenly laying on the blonde’s arms feeling as light as a feather?
“It’s alright, Confessor. You took a nasty blow, you’ll be alright in a heartbeat” She answered through her curtain of golden hair.
My head pounded and my thoughts were as thick as water. Maybe that’s why I did what I did next. I grabbed her by the back of her neck and I pressed my lips to hers.
I don’t know why I did that, maybe because I was feeling dizzy, but what I do know is that she kissed me back just as fiercely.
Suddenly my eyes snapped opened.
“Creator” I whisper, my heart in my throat.
Cara hadn’t initiated the kiss, I had. I kissed Cara.
I am the ruler of an empire that spreads even beyond the line of the horizon. I am the supreme figure in all the Midlands. I represent all that is good and right. I am supposed to be the truth made flesh and bones.
But in the matters of the heart I am at a loss.
As Mother Confessor of the Midlands I have spent my entire life listening to people, learning from them, and throughout the years I’ve heard many different things about very different matters.
Some people say that love is a mysterious force, that it takes you to do things you never thought you would. They say love is unpredictable, that it attacks where you less expect it to. That it can be so strong as to bring the bravest man to his knees.
They say that love can turn a lamb into a lion.