Fic: Privacy, A Series of Scenes
Kahlan froze. She knew Cara was a Mord’Sith; they were aggressive, brutal, savage weapons in human flesh. The fact that Cara would pull her into a kiss was quite how Kahlan had expected the blonde to initiate such a thing. What she hadn’t expected was how soft that kiss would be.
Cara’s hand in her hair, at the nape of her neck, was more like an anchor than a restraint. She did not feel forced, so much as held; Kahlan wasn’t being made to kiss back, merely kept from retreating away. The lips against her own were pliant, almost gentle, and far less forceful than any kiss she’d seen the Mord’Sith give. Much like her friend’s insistent words, Cara seemed more determined to assuage her fears, to show how unafraid she herself was. The kiss was lingering, almost loving, though nearly chaste. It reminded Kahlan of a promise, or comfort, which the Confessor supposed it was.
“I will not force this from you, Confessor,” Cara whispered against her lips, sounding a little breathless. “That you want me is clear, that you may have me is true, but if you cannot believe that you can do this- then I ask you to trust me. If you cannot trust yourself, just trust me.” She murmured, the soft tip of her nose tickling against her cheek until the Mord’Sith could kiss against her other temple. “Please,” She whispered, kissing next to the Confessor’s ear, “Do you trust me, Mother Confessor?”
Kahlan brought her hands up Cara’s arms, across her shoulders, until she held the blonde’s face in her hands. “It could kill you,” She sighed shakily, a turbulent combination of being both near tears with fear and alive with anticipation. “It’s not worth it.”
“It is my life, Confessor,” Cara insisted, her tone almost angry again, and Kahlan’s eyes snapped open to look at the woman’s face. “And I say it is.” She vowed. Kahlan looked at the Mord’Sith, now so close to her; a Confessor should not be able to read so much as she could, knew that Cara was letting her, trying to tell her; Cara knew what she was doing, and she was sure. “I am not afraid.” She told her, voice clear. The hand in Kahlan’s hair seemed to almost twitch, like it was barely restrained.
Kahlan held the face in her hands delicately, could feel how weak her fingers felt with nerves, and let her eyes slip closed. She leaned forward, every centimeter that disappeared between them redoubled the brunette’s worries. When her lips found Cara’s she forced those voices to quiet, and thought only of the words the mouth now connected to hers had said, “If you cannot trust yourself, just trust me.”
The relieved whimper that Cara emitted when Kahlan kissed her more firmly seemed to make something break within the Confessor. The hands on Cara’s face were no longer so passive. She held her firmly, used the tightened body of the Mord’Sith to pull herself closer to the other woman. Cara quickly followed suit, scooting right up next to her on the bed, their legs touching through the quilt. Kahlan was breathing quickly, having somehow forgotten how swiftly so few kisses could leave her so breathless. Cara pulled away to take in a shaky breath of air. Kahlan found the green eyes across from her heavy-lidded and bright when she looked into them. She couldn’t imagine how she herself must’ve looked.
In a sudden movement, Cara swung one of her legs over the Confessor, straddling her lap. Kahlan felt her breath stutter as she gasped. The Mord’Sith looked almost entranced as she looked down at the woman below her. The hand still woven into the brunette’s hair encouraged Kahlan to gaze up at her, as the blonde’s other hand wrapped around her side, between her hip and her ribs. As she leaned down to join their lips in a kiss, Cara brought their body’s flush together from thighs to breasts. A moan rumbled from deep in her throat, and Kahlan shivered as she felt the vibrations of it against her lips.
Those lips, while no less gentle, became more feverish. Kahlan felt her heart hammering so quickly in her chest it sounded like a charging cavalry. When Cara started to pull away the slightest bit, she’d thought it would be to catch her breath. Instead she felt a warm tongue flick out to paint her lower lip, asking permission. Kahlan’s lips parted eagerly, and soon the other woman’s teasing tongue wasn’t all she felt; the Confessor could also feel the corners of those heavenly lips perked in a smile. She felt herself blush. The Mord’Sith just hummed, voicing her pleasure.
Tilting her head further, Kahlan deepened the kiss; kissing she knew, making love to another woman she did not. She relied on her strengths. And soon the hand just below her ribs was no longer just below her ribs-it trailed up her torso, the backs of the blonde’s fingers teasing over the Confessor’s breast until it ran across her collarbone, to grasp her shoulder. Kahlan registered her nipples hardening so suddenly, almost achingly, just as Cara pulled out of their kiss.
“Forgive me Confessor,” She panted. Before Kahlan could muster her brain to switch her tongue back to talking, the hand in her hair slipped down her neck.
The sound of fabric tearing filled the small room with such a sudden and violent sound that Kahlan’s heart skipped a beat before it started speeding away again. The Mord’Sith had grabbed either side of the collar of her sleeping shift, and pulled them forcefully in opposite directions. Her shift spilt nearly to her naval, the now rendered halves falling over her shoulders and exposing her breasts to the cool room and the warm leather of Cara’s vest. For the first time the face of the Mord’Sith took on an expression of almost frighteningly predatory nature as her eyes raked down the Confessor’s nakedness. Kahlan shivered. Cara’s eyes snapped back up to hers so quickly Kahlan was reminded of a hawk.
Cara took a deep breath out, before roughly pulling the lapels of her fest towards each other. The tiny hooks, eyelets and stays that helped corset the Mord’Sith leathers together at the front came apart in a smooth motion. Somehow, the practiced execution of this sudden removal of her clothing had Kahlan biting her lower lip. Cara hung the vest by its sleeve over the bedpost next to her. Then, reaching down between them, she pulled the buckles of her weapons belt and holsters free, before they too were dropped almost unceremonially atop the vest. She pulled a leg up beside the Confessor, her foot on the bed, the tightened sued of the breaches across her strong thighs drew Kahlan’s gaze as Cara unlaced one boot, then the other, and kicked them off over the edge of the mattress. Cara’s eyes had never left the Confessor’s blue ones.
“Lean back,” The Mord’Sith instructed, her voice deep and rough despite the almost gentle delivery. She helped the Mother Confessor slide further down the bed, until only her head and neck were lifted by the pillows. Cara, however, was now straddling her stomach; the blonde’s weight balanced between resting on her own calves, and between the Confessor’s hips. The small smile on her lips was one of genuine pleasure, no smugness, though there was an odd sort of hunger to it as her green eyes took in the full view below her. Kahlan held her breath.
Cara ran her hands down Kahlan’s arms, until she reached her wrists. The Confessor had a sudden fear that the blonde might try and restrain her, something that had frightened Kahlan since she was a child, though she knew the Mord’Sith might have a predilection for it. She let out a sigh of relief when her hands were instead placed on the thighs of the woman above her, as Cara leaned down again to kiss her lips hungrily. Kahlan couldn’t seem to help the way her fingers flexed, grasping tightly to the strong legs beneath breaches; she wanted to pull the blonde closer. Cara shifted, pulling the upper portion of her shift all the way down to her hips.
“Don’t let go,” Cara almost whispered as she kissed down Kahlan’s chin, down her neck, pulling the flesh of her pulse-point between her lips as she passed, her want to leave a mark there evident despite her restraint. The Mord’Sith licked the little hollow of her throat between her clavicles, then sucking little kisses as she made her way down between the valley of Kahlan’s breasts.
The Mother Confessor felt like her skin was on fire. Her entire body from the waist up felt hot, like it was flushed in an aching blush, the spots where Cara’s kisses had been left felt cooled, and yet were the cause. Her heart was racing, she felt breathless, but was trying so hard to calm her breathing because of Cara’s attentions to her chest. As the Mord’Sith nipped gently at the side of her left breast, Kahlan couldn’t help the moan that left her almost aching throat. Bright green eyes shot up, capturing her own. She’d tried so heard to keep quiet, to control the sounds that wanted so badly to be let out. She felt caught. Cara’s smile just reappeared.
The blonde let the tip of her tongue lick from the Confessor’s sternum, all the way to the underside of Kahlan’s left breast. Once there, the Mord’Sith pulled the soft flesh of it into her mouth, sucking on it, running the blunt edges of her teeth over the tender skin. Kahlan moaned again, deeply. For a long moment she just enjoyed the attentions, feeling the way it made her skin dance and come alive, sending bolts of pleasure through her. When she realized that Cara was leaving a mark, in a place where no one would find it, she wondered why she’d chosen such a spot. Then her heavy-lidded eyes snapped open.
In this very room, Cara had killed her. She’d stabbed her, through the heart, just below her left breast, to absolve her from Confessing her Lord Rahl… Her hands went to hold Cara’s face again, forcing her to look up. Cara gazed back at her, lips glossy, eyes bright and heavy-lidded. The Confessor remembered the comfort she’d offered, how gentle she’d been, as Kahlan died in her arms. Cara had asked Kahlan then to trust her, had cared for her, and showed how much the Mord’Sith really knew and understood the Confessor. She had not afraid even then, to take great risks, to do what Kahlan needed.
Cara moved back up the brunette’s body, leaning in slowly so she could pull away, asking for a kiss. Kahlan’s lips met her half way in a searing kiss. The blonde’s warm, bare hand covered her heart above her breast.
“No matter what happens,” Cara whispered, pulling back, “A part of me will never leave you.” At hearing this Kahlan held the hand above her heart tightly. Cara chuckled. “But I’m not going anywhere.” She reassured, kissing her chin, before moving back down her body.
The Mord’Sith leaned down, taking a stiffened nipple between her lips, pulling it into her mouth. Kahlan gasped out a surprised moan, her back arching off the bed, pushing more of her breast between Cara’s lips. The blonde just grinned, holding the hardened peak between her teeth, flicking her tongue against it mercilessly. Kahlan’s hand went into Cara’s hair, her fingers tugging awkwardly in her braid. Releasing her prize, Cara licked her lips as she leaned back; reaching behind her, she pulled the stay free from her hair and shook it out around her shoulders. Kahlan decided it was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. And it must have shown on her face, because Cara grinned at her before kissing the flushed skin of her chest once more.
The Mord’Sith kissed her sternum, down to where her ribs split, down across her belly, licking a quick circle around her bellybutton, before her hands grasped the Mother Confessor’s hips. When green eyes opened again, there was a question there. The blonde’s thumbs rubbed circles against the fabric over the taught flesh of the Mother Confessor’s hips. The question remained, but Kahlan didn’t know what it was, and so just stared back trustingly, breaths still labored. Cara urged the brunette to raise her hips up off the bed, and as she complied, the Mord’Sith pulled the remnants of her sleeping shift from her body.
When Cara dropped the ruined garment to the floor, she seemed awed by the woman before her. Moving further down beside her on the bed, Cara looked up the length of the Confessor’s body from knees to nose and just appeared enthralled. Kahlan, however, felt more naked than she could ever remember being in the whole of her life, literally and figuratively. She shivered, and Cara seemed to come out of it a little. With a coaxing hand on her knee, Cara spread the Confessor’s legs, laying herself between them. She covered the brunette’s body with her own, taking long minutes to kiss her; as though trying to convey just how beautiful a sight Kahlan was.
As the blonde started kissing back down her neck again, she felt a warm hand at the back of her right calve, smoothing across her skin to her knee, urging the Confessor to raise her leg around the Cara’s hips. As she did, Cara’s body seemed to sink deeper into hers, an embrace unlike any she’d ever shared before. The thin cotton of Cara’s shirt revealed how heated her skin was underneath, the softness of her sued breaches almost tickled the sensitive insides of Kahlan’s thighs. Her body felt so alive, it was almost overwhelming. She could feel her magic swirling through her blood like a coming storm, and concentrated hard to help keep it at bay. Things with Richard had happened so suddenly; they were like children released from lessons, so eager to play they didn’t watch where they were going. Cara was meticulous, not as wild as Kahlan would have thought, and yet it had never felt like this before-not with Richard, and certainly not with her self.
As Cara released her other nipple from between her lips, Kahlan felt light-headed. She wasn’t sure if it was from her labored breathing or the attentions to her breasts (which she’d discovered were quite sensitive), but the Confessor was aware enough to know there was a considerable amount of wetness between her thighs. Enough that she was embarrassed. Will she think me silly, Kahlan wondered, are my reactions laughable to her? She was dragged from that train of thought briefly as she felt the blonde kissing her way further down her stomach, her tongue teasing the soft, sensitive skin between her hips, just above her sex. Kahlan stopped breathing as realization came to her, face suddenly flushing so much and so abruptly it made her cheeks ache.
She’d heard of such acts of pleasure, but had never know it herself… She’d honestly never given it much thought. Having expected all her life to lay with a man, with the expressed intent to have children, such acts of intimacy had never really appealed to her. To ask her Confessed to please her so selfishly, when knowing the Confessed person would be most likely be deserving his sentence, made bile rise in her throat at the thought.
But Cara, Kahlan thought, her body tensing and shuddering as the blonde ran the blunt edges of her teeth across her hip before trailing kisses right down to where the dark hair of her womanhood began, that she would even want to… Kahlan released her breath and moaned, wondering if she should stop Cara, to warn her of the abundance of arousal that would greet her.
The hand at her knee slid farther up the back of the Confessor’s thigh, opening her up further, guiding Kahlan’s leg around until her ankle brushed Cara’s lower back. As the blonde looked up at the woman above her, her hand shifted underneath her leg, so that she may grasp it more firmly. In the process, one of Cara’s fingers brushed the edges of the scar on the Mother Confessor’s thigh.
Something shot through Kahlan-like the overwhelming touch of an Agiel, without the presence of pain. It felt as though all the nerves in her body had been fully opened up and charged, making every sensation that much more heightened. She could feel every hair of Cara’s head that brushed her thighs, every feather in the quilt below her body it seemed. It did not make her feel pleasure or pain, but amplified all that she already felt. Given her current situation, her body’s reaction was to pull taught like a drawn bowstring, her entire back from neck to ass lifting from the bed below her.
The sensation couldn’t have lasted more than a moment, but left her all but panting as her body fell back to the mattress. As she gasped for breath, she heard a small chuckle from the woman further down the bed. When Kahlan cracked an eye open, she found Cara’s face in a small, if somewhat awed, smile. Still reeling, the Mother Confessor hoped her face expressed her shock and confusion. It may have been a trick of the waning firelight in the room, but she would almost say that Cara had blushed.
“Your scar recognizes me,” She murmured, her voice low and obviously effected by her own arousal, though couldn’t seem to bring herself to look at the Confessor. “The healing pain can have that effect, sometimes.” She finished quietly, looking up through her lashes at the woman still lain out before her. The lingering look of hunger on those green eyes made it feel very hard for Kahlan to really catch her breath. Cara resituated herself, careful this time not to let her hand brush along the Confessor’s scar. Leaning down, she kissed the inside of the brunette’s thigh, one kiss turning into another and then another, until Kahlan could feel those lips that had driven her mind to distraction for months brush against her sex. She tried to choke back a small moan at even the fleeting contact, though she’d not entirely succeeded.
“You needn’t hold your tongue with me, Mother Confessor,” The rumbling voice of the Mord’Sith floated up to her, “I expect your participation.” Her tone somehow thrillingly suggestive, despite their already intimate position. Kahlan nodded shakily, closing her eyes. She could feel her magic gathering, like the echo of thunder in the distance, as it forebodes the coming squall. She needed to concentrate, to control the powers inside her. “Did you know I have dreamed of this?” drifted up to the Confessors ears, the ghosting breath across her sex making her shiver before her mind could decipher the words. No sooner did they read across her consciousness than those lips fulfill their promise.
Kahlan distantly recognized that it’d been her voice to release what she would have otherwise called an obscene moan-but only distantly. The lips of the Mord’Sith had fastened onto what the Confessor was now sure must be the most sensitive center of her entire being, as the blonde gave her what she could only call her most intimate kiss… She was glad her legs were being so deftly held; they felt weak with pleasure as the muscles across her stomach tightened from her womanhood to her breasts it seemed. She felt oddly frightened by the suddenness of it, her hand reaching out for something until it found Cara’s shoulder.
The Confessor felt her fingers grasp for the familiarity of her now lover, but as the Mord’Sith sucked her clit between those haunting lips her grasp turned to a scratch. The blonde let out a surprised moan of pleasure that Kahlan did not like. Instead she moved her hand blindly across Cara’s neck until she felt the softness of a warm cheek beneath her palm. She stroked it gently with her thumb, arching her back and letting out a series of breathless moans as Cara circled the bundle of nerves with the tip of her tongue as she held it captive between her lips. Pulling away, the blonde letting the almost aching clit slide between her moist lips, Kahlan nearly sighed at the slight reprieve.
It did not last long. That merciless tongue, often so sharp in speech, tenderly licked down between the Confessor’s folds to the source of her arousal. Kahlan didn’t have enough time to be embarrassed or doubt, from when she knew where that tongue was headed and then reaching its destination. If the way the Mord’Sith seemed to lave at her, combined with her low growl of a moan were an indication however, the brunette needn’t have worried. The blonde seemed as though she wanted every part of the Confessor, all at once; as though she seemed determined to find her every hidden secret with this intimate kiss.
As Kahlan felt that tongue push at her opening, she felt the muscles in her legs jump suddenly; her heal tightening about Cara’s back. The Mord’Sith slowed her attentions, focusing them. She kissed her there, once, twice, before her tongue gently teased at her entrance again. Kahlan still tensed, but it was not the same. Kahlan had not liked the feeling of Richard inside her, it was too much and too sudden and it ached both during and after. She was not eager for that feeling again, and hoped with Cara it would be different. She knew already that it would be.
Cara did not push so much as press; her tongue going no further than Kahlan’s body would comfortably allow it. But it’d felt good- very good, even. She felt the blonde’s tongue pulsing against her, and it made her squirm, her mouth falling open so she could take fast, gulping breaths. She knew she would be getting wetter, her arousal increasing, but the Mord’Sith just moaned. When she realized the blonde was moaning at the taste of her, Kahlan felt the battering ram of her magic make the first strike against the walls she’d raised against it. She tensed. “Cara,” She gasped out in warning. The blonde didn’t stop, though the hand on her thigh ran over her skin in an almost comforting manner. She felt Cara’s tongue slipping a little deeper and gasped, trying to regain control of her magic as it ‘struck’ again; the feeling of the Mord’Sith slowly filling her was doing terrible things to both Kahlan’s concentration and thus her resistance. The hand on Cara’s cheek moved to the back of the blonde’s neck, the tension in her arm as clear a sign as any of the Mother Confessor’s weakening walls.
“Cara,” She groaned, the feeling of her lovers tongue moving inside her making formulating word extremely difficult, “Stop- stop I’m close!” She gasped. She felt the Mord’Sith withdraw from inside her, but just shook her head.
“Closer,” Cara panted before returning to her task.
The sudden loss of the blonde’s tongue from her sex, only for its determined return caused Kahlan’s back to arch once again, another drawn-out, prurient moan ripped from her throat before it could be stopped. The pulses of desire came quicker, as did the strikes so the walls against the Confessor’s magic, the fear of losing control growing as she felt her muscles tighten in anticipation. Her every breath seemed punctuated with a gasp and a moan as Cara seemed to have finally worked herself as deep as she could go.
“Please,” Kahlan panted, “Cara!” She whimpered. Cara just shook her head again, her tongue thrusting back into the Confessor, the hand on her leg holding her steady. The brunette’s stomach muscles were so taught they almost ached. She moved her hand from Cara’s neck into her hair, trying to pull the woman away. She’d only gotten so far.
As Kahlan looked down to plead with Cara to stop, the blonde’s eyes fixed on her. Fighting against the grip, she once again took the Mother Confessor’s clit into her mouth, and let her fingers run the length of the scar on her thigh.
In that moment Kahlan was quite sure the entire world had erupted in dragon’s breath. It was as though every fiber of muscle, every drop of blood, every hair of her head, in all of her entire being, had been separated and slammed back together again. The rush of her magic, the thundering of her release, had so overtaken her, Kahlan was quite certain it had to have killed her. Dying had not being so frightening, or overwhelming, and not nearly as powerful. The strength of the storm in her eyes had become so great she’d lost her vision for a terrifying moment. When her body slowly seemed to return to itself, Kahlan’s wracked and battered mind vaguely wondered if her entire body had somehow left the bed; she’d felt like she’d been floating.
Long moments later she felt warm breath on her slack thigh, and once Kahlan had realized that’s what it was she came out of the haze with increasing dread. Pulling her addled body up onto her elbows, she blinked until her vision could find the blonde head resting against her leg. She held her breath.
“Cara?” She croaked.
Glazed eyes turned up to her as the Mord’Sith slowly raised her head from its resting place. Cara’s vision seemed to swim and become unfocused, her body wavering.
“Forgive me, Kahlan.” She mumbled, her body collapsing against the bed below.
~ AngelicSinner / VixenRaign