Fic: In Your Place (Cara/Kahlan)
Title: In Your Place
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None, unless girl loving girl is a problem, in which case you're in the wrong place
Disclaimer: Not mine, never mine, wish it was but ho-hum
A/N: Written for the legendland Word Salad
The water flows. River almost silent at this hour. As though with darkness comes silence. It feels how sacred this moment is.
Time has no meaning here though. In this place. Between these two. Only the darkness indicates the passing of the day. They may have lain here moments. Hours. Years. It does not matter.
But they are restless. Even now. At this late hour. Neither knows how long they have spent here. How long they have been alone. But it does not matter. All external stimuli forgotten. In place of this. Blurring into the area of then. When all they want is now.
There is nothing outside of this clearing. Beside the river. Nothing beyond the other. Their body and their mind. So much more then friends. More than lovers. In this place.
She is her first. Intends to be her last. Her one and only. As bodies move in perfect rhythm. As though they have done this dance. A thousand times before.
And it feels like a dream. A fantasy. She does not know if this is love. But it is so close. It does not matter. Not here. Not now. Now is not the time to categorise feelings. Thoughts. There is only one thought. More.
The moon fills the sky above their bodies. Glistening in its milky glow. Sated. Satisfied. Entangled in the other. Still at last. At peace in a world of chaos.
Clothes made into a pillow beneath her head. A simple gesture. A small act. Emphasising the poignancy. This is something more for the other too.
This is more than mutual relief. Than a brief dalliance with death. Or fate. This could be more. So much more than either realise. Something permanent. And when the sun rises. She will still be here. There. Beside her as she is now.
And they lay there. Naked. Vulnerable. In so many ways. Bodies and souls laid bare for the other. But they do not feel the cold of the night. Too focused on the warmth of the other. As sleep takes them. As their new life leads them on.
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None, unless girl loving girl is a problem, in which case you're in the wrong place
Disclaimer: Not mine, never mine, wish it was but ho-hum
A/N: Written for the legendland Word Salad
The water flows. River almost silent at this hour. As though with darkness comes silence. It feels how sacred this moment is.
Time has no meaning here though. In this place. Between these two. Only the darkness indicates the passing of the day. They may have lain here moments. Hours. Years. It does not matter.
But they are restless. Even now. At this late hour. Neither knows how long they have spent here. How long they have been alone. But it does not matter. All external stimuli forgotten. In place of this. Blurring into the area of then. When all they want is now.
There is nothing outside of this clearing. Beside the river. Nothing beyond the other. Their body and their mind. So much more then friends. More than lovers. In this place.
She is her first. Intends to be her last. Her one and only. As bodies move in perfect rhythm. As though they have done this dance. A thousand times before.
And it feels like a dream. A fantasy. She does not know if this is love. But it is so close. It does not matter. Not here. Not now. Now is not the time to categorise feelings. Thoughts. There is only one thought. More.
The moon fills the sky above their bodies. Glistening in its milky glow. Sated. Satisfied. Entangled in the other. Still at last. At peace in a world of chaos.
Clothes made into a pillow beneath her head. A simple gesture. A small act. Emphasising the poignancy. This is something more for the other too.
This is more than mutual relief. Than a brief dalliance with death. Or fate. This could be more. So much more than either realise. Something permanent. And when the sun rises. She will still be here. There. Beside her as she is now.
And they lay there. Naked. Vulnerable. In so many ways. Bodies and souls laid bare for the other. But they do not feel the cold of the night. Too focused on the warmth of the other. As sleep takes them. As their new life leads them on.