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Title: I Kissed A Girl
Author:Themagicarts
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: R (just to be safe)
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Cara wants to make Kahlan her bitch. (Don't we all?). Kahlan/Cara. Sorry, Richard, I don't think Kahlan loves you anymore. (Terrible summary, sorry)
Author's Notes: Any constructive critism is welcome. This fic is really old, but it was my first time writing a make-out scene and I'd really appreciate any feedback. Eventually I'd like to post porn, but I so far I suck at it. :(
Cara was keeping watch. She preferred it ever since the death of Leo. It gave her too much time to think, but the nightmares that haunted her were far worse. Those dreadful dreams frightened her in a way nothing else had since she'd become Mord Sith. She didn't hear as Kahlan approached from the campsite. Either Kahlan was getting sneakier or Cara really was starting to lose it.
"I couldn't sleep so I thought I'd check on you," Kahlan said softly. The Mord Sith stopped her pacing and half turned towards her. The moon was full this night and by its light Cara could make out the Mother Confessor's concerned features. Part of her scorned the other woman for her pity, while another part of welcomed it.
"I'm fine," Cara said, perhaps too defensively. She felt bad about that and said in a much softer tone, "You should go get some rest."
"I'm not tired."
Cara shrugged. "You will be tomorrow."
"Cara," Kahlan said her name so quietly she almost didn't hear it. Gently the Mother Confessor placed a hand on the Mord Sith's shoulder. She suddenly turned Cara around until she was facing her. Cara was surprised, but even more surprised when Kahlan pressed her lips to hers.
At first Cara was too stunned to respond. Her mind briefly wondered if this was some sort of trick or whether there was some magic that had made Kahlan suddenly start fancying women in red leather. Kahlan's kiss grew more forceful, her tongue licking along Cara's bottom lip. The Mord Sith complied and soon she was exploring the wet cavern of the Mother Confessor's warm mouth.
Cara pulled Kahlan roughly to her so that there bodies were pressed firmly against one another. Greedily she kissed the other woman back, only pausing to take a sharp intake of breath. Kahlan was already panting, her hands traveling down Cara's back and coming to rest on her hips. Cara moved to her neck, finding a sensitive spot that made Kahlan throw her head back in ecstasy. The Mord Sith's mouth was soon back to Kahlan's own, her hand keeping Kahlan's head crushed to hers.
Cara began to undo the strings on Kahlan's dress. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" she asked with a smug smile aimed at the panting Kahlan.
Kahlan's answer was to slowly undo the zipper on Cara's leather top. Looking her straight in the eyes she said, "I'm sure."
Cara smiled and removed the weapon all Mord Sith carry from its holster. "Good. Now its time to play with my agiel."
"Cara. Cara! CARA!" Someone was calling her. It took her awhile to realize it was Kahlan's voice.
"What…What happened?" she asked, voice still thick with sleep.
"You fell asleep," Kahlan said accusingly. Kahlan was standing above her, fully dressed and with hair beautifully primed for another day in the wilderness. "You fell asleep on the watch. We could have all been murdered in our beds!"
Cara opened her eyes wider. "So nothing happened last night?"
"Fortunately, nothing."
"Kahlan," Richard said in his soothing voice, the one he usually reserved for when the Con-Dar left his girlfriend wildly out of control. "Everyone's safe. Nothing happened."
It had all been a dream. It took Cara a moment to wrap her head around that. They were already headed out of camp, not bothering with the nicety of breakfast. Cara decided she'd walk behind Kahlan that day. After all this was the Midlands, full of plenty of wayward magic and possibilities. Some dreams do come true after all.
Author:Themagicarts
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: R (just to be safe)
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Cara wants to make Kahlan her bitch. (Don't we all?). Kahlan/Cara. Sorry, Richard, I don't think Kahlan loves you anymore. (Terrible summary, sorry)
Author's Notes: Any constructive critism is welcome. This fic is really old, but it was my first time writing a make-out scene and I'd really appreciate any feedback. Eventually I'd like to post porn, but I so far I suck at it. :(
Cara was keeping watch. She preferred it ever since the death of Leo. It gave her too much time to think, but the nightmares that haunted her were far worse. Those dreadful dreams frightened her in a way nothing else had since she'd become Mord Sith. She didn't hear as Kahlan approached from the campsite. Either Kahlan was getting sneakier or Cara really was starting to lose it.
"I couldn't sleep so I thought I'd check on you," Kahlan said softly. The Mord Sith stopped her pacing and half turned towards her. The moon was full this night and by its light Cara could make out the Mother Confessor's concerned features. Part of her scorned the other woman for her pity, while another part of welcomed it.
"I'm fine," Cara said, perhaps too defensively. She felt bad about that and said in a much softer tone, "You should go get some rest."
"I'm not tired."
Cara shrugged. "You will be tomorrow."
"Cara," Kahlan said her name so quietly she almost didn't hear it. Gently the Mother Confessor placed a hand on the Mord Sith's shoulder. She suddenly turned Cara around until she was facing her. Cara was surprised, but even more surprised when Kahlan pressed her lips to hers.
At first Cara was too stunned to respond. Her mind briefly wondered if this was some sort of trick or whether there was some magic that had made Kahlan suddenly start fancying women in red leather. Kahlan's kiss grew more forceful, her tongue licking along Cara's bottom lip. The Mord Sith complied and soon she was exploring the wet cavern of the Mother Confessor's warm mouth.
Cara pulled Kahlan roughly to her so that there bodies were pressed firmly against one another. Greedily she kissed the other woman back, only pausing to take a sharp intake of breath. Kahlan was already panting, her hands traveling down Cara's back and coming to rest on her hips. Cara moved to her neck, finding a sensitive spot that made Kahlan throw her head back in ecstasy. The Mord Sith's mouth was soon back to Kahlan's own, her hand keeping Kahlan's head crushed to hers.
Cara began to undo the strings on Kahlan's dress. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" she asked with a smug smile aimed at the panting Kahlan.
Kahlan's answer was to slowly undo the zipper on Cara's leather top. Looking her straight in the eyes she said, "I'm sure."
Cara smiled and removed the weapon all Mord Sith carry from its holster. "Good. Now its time to play with my agiel."
"Cara. Cara! CARA!" Someone was calling her. It took her awhile to realize it was Kahlan's voice.
"What…What happened?" she asked, voice still thick with sleep.
"You fell asleep," Kahlan said accusingly. Kahlan was standing above her, fully dressed and with hair beautifully primed for another day in the wilderness. "You fell asleep on the watch. We could have all been murdered in our beds!"
Cara opened her eyes wider. "So nothing happened last night?"
"Fortunately, nothing."
"Kahlan," Richard said in his soothing voice, the one he usually reserved for when the Con-Dar left his girlfriend wildly out of control. "Everyone's safe. Nothing happened."
It had all been a dream. It took Cara a moment to wrap her head around that. They were already headed out of camp, not bothering with the nicety of breakfast. Cara decided she'd walk behind Kahlan that day. After all this was the Midlands, full of plenty of wayward magic and possibilities. Some dreams do come true after all.