At the Edge of Jealousy; Richard/Kahlan {NC-17}
Title: At the Edge of Jealousy (Resides Madness)
Pairing: Richard / Kahlan
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5587
Summary: Richard suspects Kahlan of infidelity, so he interrogates her. It’s the first time an interrogation has ever lead to the removal of his pants. SMUT with a side order of Mild Angst.
Authors Note: Extremely LATE fic. I’ve owed this to Sequoya (bmaniavids) for like… a year now, and I’ve just gotten around to posting it. It’s been finished for awhile, but I sent it to an RL friend of mine so she could BETA it, but the bitch was taking forever and apparently she forgot.
So, I decided to hold off and call it an X-Mas gift for youuu, my dearest Viddinator! <333 I love you, and miss you like I miss LOTS. And I am sorry this is INEXCUSABLY late!!! Hopefully, the sex makes up for it, LOL.
*For the sake of this fiction, certain events in Torn may have been altered.
**This is part one of my “At the Edge” series. Look for part two, soon!
***FUCK ALL THE TYPOS!!!
--x--
At the edge of jealousy…
…resides madness.
--x--
Richard sighed deeply as he navigated the halls in the Keep of Aydindril. He knew every nook and cranny of the large magical landmark, yet still he preferred to waste his time making sure he could retrace his steps if a situation ever arose where he would need such knowledge.
That was the excuse he had decided to stick with, and often told himself as such so that he might one day come to believe it. So that if Kahlan ever questioned him and where he disappeared to in his free time, he wouldn’t be caught in his lie. The thought of the Mother Confessor further creased his already aching brow, causing an overwhelming amount of agitation to swell within. Kahlan, his betrothed, the Confessor who had stolen his heart. He had seen so very little of her in the past couple of months, so little of her it physically pained him.
They had defeated the Keeper.
He had accompanied her to Aydindril, choosing to remain by her side, and despite knowing her duties, the Seeker hadn’t realized just how involved the Mother Confessor was in the affairs of the Midlands. They slept together, mostly, their only time spent in the same room for more than a few minutes. He understood, and because he was understanding, Richard had taken a step back, allowing Kahlan run the Midlands without worry of his consent. Already, he seized any time they could steal, making the most of it and she told him constantly how she longed for those times.
She told him how she missed him, but lately, he had questioned her words.
Pausing in his stride near one of the large multi-paned windows, he took in the view of the Midland’s most prized city. The wondrous and beautiful city of Aydindril. His gaze fell to two moving objects below, and immediately, he tensed - not that he hadn’t been tense already.
The Keeper may have been entrapped within the confines of the Underworld for all eternity once more, but stress was one element the Seeker could never eliminate. Not with everyone who counted on him to save them. People who expected to be rescued from all things, grave or not. The Grand Council only added to the mile long list of aggravations Richard suffered on a daily basis. The Keep was truly the only place he could seek much needed peace and quiet.
At least, that was what he thought.
Narrowing his eyes at the scene playing out on the top of the stairs leading down from the Keep, Richard felt his fists clenching at his sides; the Seeker’s anger flaring dangerously, causing his blood to run thick and hot in his veins.
He wasn’t so high in the ancient building that his vision were obscured; he could see them perfectly.
He could see the smile on Kahlan’s face just as much as he could see her eyes sparkle.
He could see the man she was with smile in return, accompanied by a quick laugh which lacked sincerity of any kind.
The source of his distress, plaguing him for the last two months.
Kahlan had been spending an alarming amount of time with the Prince, more than she spent with Richard, and not only did it annoy him, but it offended him.
Initially, the heir to the throne of Rahl wasn’t so concerned. But when a month had passed, and Fyren a superfluous subject in concerns of national affairs, and Kahlan had ceased to spend endless amounts of time with him, it had completely turned the Seeker’s world upside down.
What was she doing with him if it did not concern their lands? Why wasn’t she seeking her Seeker out in time of her relief? Was she tired of him? Fall out of love with him? Did she fall for the Prince of Kelton?
Questions which received no answers flitted aggravatingly throughout his mind as he resumed his walk, hoping to find reprieve from such agonizing thoughts.
“Richard, Kahlan loves you. She loves you so much that not even her Confessor’s power can harm you. What makes you think she would go and do a thing like that? It’s not the kind of woman she is, and you know it. You should be ashamed to even think it!”
Zedd’s words were a constant source of reassurance, but they conflicted with what he saw, and what he knew.
Just yesterday Kahlan had lied to him. Kahlan! Of all people, the Mother Confessor, the one who he was set to marry, the woman who had faced not one; but two life changing foes with him.
The woman he loved more than life, the woman he had died for on many an occasion.
He had asked her to lunch with him, and she had told him she was working.
He’d seen her eating with Fyren.
With a forceful swallow, he blinked back the tears which stung the corners of his eyes, pondering what action to take. In the distance, he spotted a red suit leaning against the wall near the stairs to the foyer.
Cara.
It was the first time Richard had afforded a genuine smile in weeks.
--x--
Kahlan smiled at Fyren’s words, a blush creeping up her neck and settling a warmth across her cheeks. She ducked her head in a bashful manner, though to the Prince, it wasn’t quite so noticeable. Having built her reputation as a woman of strength and pride, none paid much attention to the softer side she had begun to feel more comfortable with.
Fyren had just been complimenting her on her relationship with Richard, and the thought of him was what brought forth her sudden happiness. Nothing could touch her when her world became Richard. Her Seeker, her lover, her best friend; a man who dared to love a Confessor.
“You must love him an awful lot to subject yourself to spending all this torturous time with myself and the other officials.” he spoke, drawing her from her thoughts.
Giving him a nod, Kahlan began her decent of the stairs, leaving the Keep behind. “Yes, which is why I asked you to accompany me. The Keep, as you know, is a fortress consisting of thousands of rooms. It’s the heart of Aydindril. You will need to know it’s history. Now that you’ve seen it, and I apologize for not giving a proper tour, we can get on with the more essential details our treaty requires.”
“Please, don’t concern yourself with that, Mother Confessor. I can see it’s quite the magical landmark from it’s exterior. There is no need of going to such a extremes only to confirm what I already know.”
Nodding, Kahlan breathed a breath of relief. She paused as they reached the bottom, taking her horses reigns and hoisting herself into the saddle. Immediately, her guards closed in, and she turned towards the route to the city. “Tomorrow, we will meet to finalize our agreement. Do not forget your place, Fyren. I know you, and you’ve disappointed my views of you in the past. Enjoy your evening.”
Setting off in a comfortable pace, Kahlan opted for a more scenic route, the one she and Richard took during their rides through the city.
Spirits, did she miss him.
A strange ache had settled in her heart recently. She had seen so little of her Richard. With all of her duties, not to mention wedding plans fretted over in secrecy, there wasn’t enough time to be shared with her soon-to-be husband. Already, they were four months away from the wedding. The thought put butterflies in her stomach, encasing her with a giddy warmth. To think she would soon be married to a man that she loves. She, a Confessor, able to marry a man, who need not be confessed. Even now, it took her breath away. Richard truly was a rare person.
Eager to spend time with him now that she was free for the evening, Kahlan urged her steed into a faster stride, anticipation welling in the pit of her stomach. Tonight, she would make the most of tonight with him. They hadn’t been able to express their love since before the arrival of the outlying provinces representatives.
Her pleasant thoughts of her Seeker, however, were brought to an instant halt the moment she reached the Confessor’s Palace.
Soldiers from D’Hara stand in two patches of groups, deep in quiet conversation. Dismounting, the Confessor waves off her men, though their hands never stray too far from their weapons, hovering in case they’re needed. Ready to assert her authority, a wide sweep brings familiarity and Kahlan visibly relaxed. The red leather isn’t easy to spot amongst other blotches of red, but the blonde hair sticks out like a sore thumb.
“Cara!” The voice having already given it away, Cara cast only a seconds glance towards the Mother Confessor as she continued to speak with a D’Haran envoy.
Her conversation finished, she folded her arms beneath her breasts, shifting her weight onto one foot. Kahlan‘s smile faltered, white Confessor’s dress billowing in the wind as she approached the Mord‘Sith. Behind her, the busy Palace which belonged solely to Confessors buzzed with D’Haran commotion.
Cara took in Kahlan’s concerned features, mistaking them for alarm because of the D’Haran occupancy. The Confessor was her friend, and would more than likely remain one of the few the Mord’Sith trusted, but there was a line which she realized she had drawn between them. A line that wasn’t of normal, nor usual, boundary for a Mord’Sith, at least not the reasons behind them.
Richard’s current countenance had to do with Kahlan, and he had plenty of reason to be feeling as he felt, withdrawn and distraught, dejected - whether knowingly or not. It unsettled things for her as well, considering her purpose was to protect her Lord Rahl. There was no one who meant as much to her as Richard did, and seeing him so unhappy and frustrated flustered the Mord’Sith.
“What‘s going on? Why are there D‘Haran‘s here in Aydindril?” Cara clenched her jaw in response to Kahlan’s questionable eyes, unable to keep her gaze on the dark haired beauty.
“Lord Rahl has finally decided to accept his birthright. They’re here to escort him to D’Hara the moment he is ready.”
She accentuated her words with as much spite as her tone could afford, relishing the momentary flash of hurt in the Confessor’s eyes.
Kahlan gathered her composure, her expression set in stone. “Where is he?”
--x--
Flanked by two of the most intimidating D’Haran’s Richard has ever seen, he rounded a corner purposefully, nearly sandwiched between the two men who claim to be his personal body guards. Everything is set in motion, all that need be done is what the Seeker has most dreaded. He hasn’t yet let himself dwell on thought of her reaction, but it’s as if the fates are set against him. The corner turned as a corner that nearly had them colliding.
“Kahlan?” Opening his mouth to inquire why she is suddenly so alone and without Fyren tailgating, he noticed something off about her visage.
A mixture of hurt and fear reflect in her impossibly blue eyes.
His concern will always outweigh his jealousies. “What‘s wrong?”
“When were you planning on telling me?” She questioned, voice strained. It’s clear she’s trying not to crack, relying on her training as a Confessor, drawing strength from within.
He straightened. “I was just on my way to find you, now. It’s for the best, Kahlan. I can’t run from who I am by pretending I‘m a Cypher. I can‘t keep cowering from the truth just because I don‘t like it. I am a Rahl, and the sooner I accept it, the easier this transition will be.”
“And you didn’t think to talk it through with me? To see how I might feel?” she seethed, how dare he make this decision without her! Did her wants and desires not matter to him? It was, of course, his decision, but it affected her, and she had thought he knew how deeply. Apparently, he did not.
Richard, caught off guard by her anger, felt his own responding. How could she reserve the right to be upset over his choice when she had so clearly made hers? His annoyance grew, and he spoke through gritted teeth. “How you might feel? Did you ever stop to consider how I might feel about you spending all your time with Prince Fyren?”
It was her turn to be caught off guard.
Kahlan blinked at him, her face gone completely blank. She glanced to the two guards who appeared to be disinterested in their quarrel entirely, and then back to him. His eyes held such fury, she very nearly took a step away from him. Instead her fire returned, the meaning behind his words sinking in.
How could he?
“Do you think we could continue this in private?” she hissed quietly, turning towards the nearest door.
Richard fumed in the hall, left standing before his guards. He fixed them with a hot glare, “That door does not open unless it is the Mother Confessor or myself leaving, understood?” With their fists clasped to their heart, they made it clear his orders would be followed flawlessly. Richard watched them a moment longer before he too entered the room Kahlan had gone into.
How fitting of it to be one used for interrogation purposes. Four walls and a single stone slab in the middle with a chair situated on the other side. It was different than the other rooms where only a chair would be set in the center. Removing his eyes from it, they reluctantly settled on the soft curls falling down Kahlan’s back.
Without even thinking, he traveled the length of her, pausing to admire the view of her backside, and then quickly reminded himself that he was furious with her, and this was hardly the time to find her attractive.
“How dare you imply infidelity. You’ve no right to accuse me of such indecency, no right!” He opened his mouth to respond but she whirled around on him, and her expression alone was almost his undoing.
Spirits, why was it so hard to be angry with her?
“Why are you really doing this?” Tears pooled in her eyes, and again she didn’t allow him to explain, “Our wedding is in four months, Richard. Four months! This couldn’t wait until after?”
“Wait?” He paused, confusion washing over him like wave before retreating, allowing clarity to seep in. “I’ve put this off long enough. I gave up everything, because you asked me to.” And it was his turn to step forward, shutting her mouth just as it opened as he continued with words teetering on the edge of madness.
“I’ve adjusted to this new life, because it’s a life I want to spend with you. And I thought you wanted to spend yours with me, too. After these last couple of months, Kahlan, I’m not so sure anymore. You tell me you’re working, that you have appointments, even when you should be free; and then I see you with him. What am I supposed to think, Kahlan?”
Her mouth opened and closed, brow wrinkling in growing frustration.
“Richard, he isn’t the only one. We’re hardly alone at all-”
“Hardly? Kahlan, he’s the only one who leaves after you leave a room! You leave without your escort, alone, with him! You’re gone before I wake, you don’t return until the moon is near ready to set again. Kahlan, you turned down lunch with me to eat with him! What am I supposed to think?!” his voice had risen, heart pounding beneath his ribcage. Every word was a stabbing pain, he almost couldn’t handle the way she looked at him. As if he were a mad man in a rage, as if she could fear him.
“I was working! Fyren was my appointment, he brought lunch for us both so we wouldn’t have to starve ourselves. He knows the burdens of leadership, if we don’t have our breaks, we don’t eat until dinner, sometimes after.”
“And the times before that?” Desperation had begun to settle in, he wanted so badly to believe her. “What have you been doing this whole time? I might not know everything there is to know about the Midlands, and the way things work, but I know enough. Kahlan, your duties have never kept you from me as much as they are now. You‘re marrying me, but spirits, I don‘t feel like the groom.”
Kahlan, searching his eyes, took a breath and blinked back the tears in her own. She had no idea he had felt this way all this time, why hadn’t he said anything? She wondered, but she knew. This was Richard. He would rather sit back and suffer if it meant her burdens were lessened. She didn’t need the stress and this was stressful enough.
But any baggage she suffered in the name of duty could be tolerated, especially if it meant she’d otherwise lose him.
“Richard, that’s what I was coming to tell you. I’ve been working so hard so that we could spend more time together. I was told that if I make all the arrangements for future political affairs, and if I see to all of the bills and the contracts made in my time away, helping you with your quest, then I would be granted a period of uninterrupted vacation.
Vacation that I intend to use for our honeymoon. I never meant to hurt you, my Richard.” Slowly, Kahlan reached up and set her hand against his cheek. Both held their breaths, and finally, he sighed, shoulders slacking, easing into her touch effortlessly.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I guess I thought you would figure it out, you are the Seeker. I have to admit, I never thought you could come to this conclusion, Richard. Honestly, how could you even think for a second I would betray you in that way? I love you, with my whole heart, Richard. All that I am belongs to you.”
Shifting, Kahlan felt the edge of the table behind her, and briefly wondered when they had moved. But her eyes remained on his, those deep brown orbs. They had been filled with such an intense rage. Now, the fires of his jealousy were ablaze with something else- something that caused her breath to catch in her chest.
“Richard…” she admonished quietly, her gaze falling, knowing his thoughts. His hands lifted to her neck, cradling her face as he slipped his fingers into her hair. Bringing her eyes back to his, he tilted his head downward and anxiously she leaned upwards. His grasp halted her from making the connection, he held her where she was, watching only her eyes.
“Richard,” she bit her lip in order to repress the teasing smile, placing her hand in the center of his chest. “we can’t. Fyren’s waiting…” There was a dangerous flash of anger in his eyes which made her chide herself for the inappropriate timing. But before she could apologize, and explain she only wanted to enlighten the mood, he was stealing the air from her lungs with his mouth slanting hotly over her own.
Giving in to the onslaught of his passion, Kahlan’s hand twisted in the collar of his shirt, yanking him closer as she leaned back against the table behind her. She bent over it at an angle that would sooner instill an ache within her back, but she couldn’t have been bothered to concern herself with that. Richard would take care of it, later, anyway.
Moan muffled by his kiss, Kahlan swooned at the repeated stroke of his tongue against hers, kissing him soundly, enjoying the feel of his hands as they skated down her body to grip her waist. She wasn’t surprised to feel the firm press of his arousal as he leaned into her, bending slightly for leverage and lifting her until she was sitting on the table before him.
His mouth left hers in a sloppy wet trail over her chin, and she dropped her head backwards as he danced opened mouth kisses down her throat.
Her chest heaved against his, and even that was more fuel to the fire. Her knees rose and fell open at his insistence.
“Oh, Richard…” she groaned as he bucked his hips into hers, rubbing his ever-growing bulge against her in the process. Fisting the hair at the back of his neck, she curled her fingers in the unruly locks, tugging his mouth back up to her own, devouring him hungrily.
Too long.
It had been far too long since she’d last felt him inside her. The ache that was always present flared in the face of their libido.
His hands hooked themselves around the backs of her knees, pulling her closer to the edge, and into the teasing motion of his hips as they provoked the swiveling of hers. Her fingers pressed into his sides as she pulled herself into him repeatedly.
She broke from his lips to gasp, tipping her head to the side as he covered her neck in fleeting kisses, trailing along the lining of her dress until he was met with the spongy swell of her breasts. His chin pushed down the offending fabric until he could see her nipple straining to be free. He groaned and reached up to undo the laces of her dress with haste, practically yanking the material off her shoulders and down her arms.
His aggression proved rewarding as the straps of her corset fell, loosening the cups which held her impressively. He looked up and into her eyes as he ghosted his index finger along the bountiful mound begging for his attention. He knew how sore her breasts were from wearing a corset day in and day out. He often tried to alleviate any discomfort, massaging every part of her body in an oil remedy meant for soothing.
He wished he had some of that oil now, but his was neither the place nor the time for sensuality.
“Richard…I don’t think we should be doing this here…” It was a weak protest to save their dignity, one the Seeker ignored entirely.
Moving his hands along her legs, he was pleased when he found bare skin above the leather bite of her boots. She had worn her shorts today.
Pushing apart the flaps of her dress, Richard ceased the agonizing rock of his hips, and put his mouth next to her ear.
He swirled his tongue along the whirls, and behind her lobe, “Were you expecting this?” he panted, and she groaned, arching her neck to kiss the crook of his.
She nipped along the skin to his ear, repeating his actions with her tongue and teeth. She pushed her body into his, encircling his waist with sinfully long legs.
“Truthfully? I was hoping,” voice in a rasp, she gasped again when his head delved south, hands curling beneath the back of her corset. A powerful tug and the stays holding the garment together tore. Richard tossed the useless piece of clothing across the room, his mouth seizing a nipple as her breasts sprung free.
Falling back onto her elbows, Kahlan let out a sound akin to a growl, taking her lower lip between her teeth. She reached down to grab his hand, directing it over her neglected breast. She had missed his touch, wanted to feel his hands everywhere. To feel the roughness of his skin tickling hers.
Richard needed no further encouragement; he squeezed and rotated the soft swell of flesh, kneading it sensually, drawing small sounds of pleasure from her in the process.
He swirled his tongue around her nipple slowly, applying a gentle amount of suction, and then raking his teeth over the sensitive bud with a small pull of his lips.
Tingles of warmth vibrated from the center of her being, flooding her body with the warmth and flush of her arousal. “Richard…” she mewled, arching and twisting in attempt to ease the pulse between her legs. “Must you tease me now?” she queried with a slight frown, but the pleasure written in her eyes contradicted the pout marring her lips.
Richard chuckled, leaning up to kiss her deeply. Kahlan moaned, again, but he swallowed it whole and pulled away.
This time when he slipped down her form, he moved his hands beneath her dress still bunched around her waist, and let his fingers hook under the waistband of her shorts. Kahlan watched with bated breath as he removed them, nipples puckering at the heady look of desire in his eyes.
He was feeling guilty, she knew. But though her mind told her to reassure him that his accusations, while wrong and hurtful, were justified. She would’ve thought the same, had the roles been reversed. It would be like watching Richard with Cara, and thinking he preferred spending time with the Mord’Sith over her. The mere thought troubled her.
“Lay back, Kahlan,” Richard grinned as she shifted her lulled gaze down to him, he delighted in the red that darkened her cheeks upon seeing his position. Soothing his hands along her thighs, he prodded her legs to open more for him, brushing his lips along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. His stubble was rough whereas the contrast of the texture of his lips made the sensation bearable, arousing even. He paused at the crease of her leg, nuzzling his nose against her damp curls, inhaling the intoxicating scent. His mouth watered, he slid one hand up over her stomach to prevent her eventual squirming. With his free hand, he gently parted her womanly folds, the pearly juices accentuating the throb in his trousers. Flicking out his tongue, he dove in for his first taste that evening, flattening the wet muscle along the length of her, adding pressure against her clit, and dipping the tip inside of her.
Trembling in her anticipation, Kahlan closed her eyes and tried to calm her breathing. She felt his lips moving further and further towards her sex, and a rush of wetness flooded her thinking about his mouth on her. His tongue, spirits his tongue, he liked to-
“Spirits!” As the breath left her lungs, Kahlan arched sharply, her hands shooting down to grasp his head.
Liquid fire raced through her veins, she couldn’t help it when her legs hiked, spreading apart further in hopes of encouraging him.
And encourage him, she did.
His tongue lapped at her again, stroking and caressing and tasting, and driving her utterly insane. Nothing but the feel of him moving within her felt as good as this. His nose pressed into her clit and her hips lurched, moaning at the brief but wholly welcomed contact. Curling his tongue back along her slick heat, she felt her toes curl tightly and released a breathy moan of sinful delight as his lips latched onto the tiny bundle of nerves and suckled. Fisting his hair, she ground her hips up into him, begging for more, arching a perfect arch as he devoured her womanhood like a man dying of thirst.
"Richard... Richard, Richard..."
She could feel his hands running along her legs, working off her boots as they went. The air caressed her skin, his hands slipping around her calves, darting upwards. They skimmed along her inner thighs, urging her to open more for him and she readily obliged, knowing what would come next.
His lips left her sex dripping with one last tasteful lick. Shuddering, Kahlan opened her eyes, unsure of just when she had closed them. She pulled herself up onto the table more, bending her knees and perching her feet at either corner.
Richard groaned upon seeing his wife so bare and open before him. The spark in her eye was playful, and he growled in response, making haste with the laces of his breeches. They came undone with ease, cock bobbing free; erect and swollen at the tip.
A moan tore from Kahlan’s throat as he kicked off his trousers and rose above her slowly, his groin framed between her legs only serving another rush of fluid to coalesce from her core. She wanted him so badly it hurt. A pulsing need, and only the throbbing of his could sooth the ache.
She felt the tops of his thighs brush against the undersides of hers as he positioned himself, and automatically tipped her hips, winding her legs around him. She massaged his sides with her calves, tickled his backside with her toes, and wrinkled her nose in a wry smirk.
Lifting up onto her elbow, she reached up with one hand and grasped the tooth pendant hanging between them. Using the thong for leverage, she gave a firm tug and pulled his head down into hers, crashing their lips together in a sloppy, open mouth kiss that took both of their breaths away. Slowly slipping her hand down, her fingers curled around his swollen member, she groaned at the same time he did.
He was hot to the touch in her hand, and she squeezed him at the base, stroking him once, twice, three times before swiping her thumb over the tip, and repeating…
Again. She swallowed his moan.
And again. He broke the kiss with a growl, his head falling onto her shoulder, body arched over hers. Her stroking became more insistent, as if she were attempting to milk him his seed.
And again. Reaching down to grab her hand, he groaned, kissing her neck.
“No more of that, Kahlan.”
Her laughter died in his throat, and all fun and games aside, Kahlan was all too glad to fall back into their previous position. Tearing his shirt over his head, Kahlan sighed, rolling her head back as his mouth took to the column of her neck; sucking and nipping, and though it felt good - extremely good - she wanted more.
She wound her legs around him, shifting beneath him, voice a breathy, husky whisper in his ear. “Mmm, you’re taking too long,”
Richard’s world spun suddenly, and he found himself on his back, staring up at his beloved. Her wicked grin churned his blood at a painful rate.
He thought to wipe that smug look off her face, and without warning, gripped her hips and thrust his hips upwards. Kahlan’s mouth fell open then, her head falling back as a deep, throaty moan surrounded them. Sighing in relief, Richard swiped his thumbs back and forth along her waist, holding her still for a moment.
“Satisfied?” he questioned, sliding a hand up her moistening skin to hold her breast, rotating the pad of his thumb over a puckered nipple.
Kahlan moaned in response, shifting her hips against him. She met his heated gaze, blue eyes a darkening black. “Not yet.” she smirked, trailing her hands along his torso, enjoying the feel of his muscles. Placing a hand over the one he had on her breast, she braced herself with the other set over his heart as she began to move.
Rocking against him sensually at first, she paced herself to draw every inch of him as deeply into her as she could, using her inner walls to clamp around him tightly. Breathless, she ground her hips harder into his, undulating above him quicker.
Richard drowned in her beauty, taking in every breath and sound that rolled off her tongue.
With her back to the table once more, Kahlan wrapped her arms around her Seeker’s neck, holding onto him as he pushed his hips into hers again and again. He kissed her with a passion she’d never forget. A passion that fueled the ecstasy she felt now. Slipping her legs higher around his waist, Kahlan could feel herself slipping. The room around them rumbled with soundless thunder. "You're mine, Kahlan. You belong to me," she heard his hoarse whisper clearly, all the clouds cleared from her head as she fell back to earth.
Laying spent on a table not quite big enough for either of them, Kahlan stirred in her husbands arms. Their legs were tangled, her arm tossed lazily over his form, his surrounding her and enveloping her in a safe blanket of warmth and security.
She kissed his chest as she rolled atop him, straddling his waist and stretching her arms out on either side of his head. She smiled tired and kissed him.
“Still think I want someone else?”
He pretended to think, though the thought was still sore.
“I should get dressed. I wasn’t kidding when I said I had an appointment with Fyren…” as she made to get up, her husband’s arms were quick to surround her, crushing her form to him. Kahlan purred, feeling her breasts mash against the hard pectorals of his chest, only proving to send tingles of arousal down her spine.
“You, Mother Confessor, aren’t going anywhere except our bed chambers. We’ll meet with Fyren tomorrow.”
“We?” she gasped as his hand slid down her back, caressing over the smooth curve of her ass.
He leaned up and captured her lips, “We. You,” he kissed her jaw, lifting her hips and brushing the tip of his erection over her slick folds. “…me,” he kissed her neck, slowly tipping his hips and slipping the head of his cock inside her. Kahlan shuddered, feeling her inner muscles fluttering to take him the rest of the way in.
But his pause made her look into his eyes, and she swam in the deep pools of warm brown. “Us.”
--x--
fin.
--x--
E/N: Yesss, I do realize I started putting in "wife" and "husband", that was intended. :P
Pairing: Richard / Kahlan
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5587
Summary: Richard suspects Kahlan of infidelity, so he interrogates her. It’s the first time an interrogation has ever lead to the removal of his pants. SMUT with a side order of Mild Angst.
Authors Note: Extremely LATE fic. I’ve owed this to Sequoya (bmaniavids) for like… a year now, and I’ve just gotten around to posting it. It’s been finished for awhile, but I sent it to an RL friend of mine so she could BETA it, but the bitch was taking forever and apparently she forgot.
So, I decided to hold off and call it an X-Mas gift for youuu, my dearest Viddinator! <333 I love you, and miss you like I miss LOTS. And I am sorry this is INEXCUSABLY late!!! Hopefully, the sex makes up for it, LOL.
*For the sake of this fiction, certain events in Torn may have been altered.
**This is part one of my “At the Edge” series. Look for part two, soon!
***FUCK ALL THE TYPOS!!!
--x--
At the edge of jealousy…
…resides madness.
--x--
Richard sighed deeply as he navigated the halls in the Keep of Aydindril. He knew every nook and cranny of the large magical landmark, yet still he preferred to waste his time making sure he could retrace his steps if a situation ever arose where he would need such knowledge.
That was the excuse he had decided to stick with, and often told himself as such so that he might one day come to believe it. So that if Kahlan ever questioned him and where he disappeared to in his free time, he wouldn’t be caught in his lie. The thought of the Mother Confessor further creased his already aching brow, causing an overwhelming amount of agitation to swell within. Kahlan, his betrothed, the Confessor who had stolen his heart. He had seen so very little of her in the past couple of months, so little of her it physically pained him.
They had defeated the Keeper.
He had accompanied her to Aydindril, choosing to remain by her side, and despite knowing her duties, the Seeker hadn’t realized just how involved the Mother Confessor was in the affairs of the Midlands. They slept together, mostly, their only time spent in the same room for more than a few minutes. He understood, and because he was understanding, Richard had taken a step back, allowing Kahlan run the Midlands without worry of his consent. Already, he seized any time they could steal, making the most of it and she told him constantly how she longed for those times.
She told him how she missed him, but lately, he had questioned her words.
Pausing in his stride near one of the large multi-paned windows, he took in the view of the Midland’s most prized city. The wondrous and beautiful city of Aydindril. His gaze fell to two moving objects below, and immediately, he tensed - not that he hadn’t been tense already.
The Keeper may have been entrapped within the confines of the Underworld for all eternity once more, but stress was one element the Seeker could never eliminate. Not with everyone who counted on him to save them. People who expected to be rescued from all things, grave or not. The Grand Council only added to the mile long list of aggravations Richard suffered on a daily basis. The Keep was truly the only place he could seek much needed peace and quiet.
At least, that was what he thought.
Narrowing his eyes at the scene playing out on the top of the stairs leading down from the Keep, Richard felt his fists clenching at his sides; the Seeker’s anger flaring dangerously, causing his blood to run thick and hot in his veins.
He wasn’t so high in the ancient building that his vision were obscured; he could see them perfectly.
He could see the smile on Kahlan’s face just as much as he could see her eyes sparkle.
He could see the man she was with smile in return, accompanied by a quick laugh which lacked sincerity of any kind.
The source of his distress, plaguing him for the last two months.
Kahlan had been spending an alarming amount of time with the Prince, more than she spent with Richard, and not only did it annoy him, but it offended him.
Initially, the heir to the throne of Rahl wasn’t so concerned. But when a month had passed, and Fyren a superfluous subject in concerns of national affairs, and Kahlan had ceased to spend endless amounts of time with him, it had completely turned the Seeker’s world upside down.
What was she doing with him if it did not concern their lands? Why wasn’t she seeking her Seeker out in time of her relief? Was she tired of him? Fall out of love with him? Did she fall for the Prince of Kelton?
Questions which received no answers flitted aggravatingly throughout his mind as he resumed his walk, hoping to find reprieve from such agonizing thoughts.
“Richard, Kahlan loves you. She loves you so much that not even her Confessor’s power can harm you. What makes you think she would go and do a thing like that? It’s not the kind of woman she is, and you know it. You should be ashamed to even think it!”
Zedd’s words were a constant source of reassurance, but they conflicted with what he saw, and what he knew.
Just yesterday Kahlan had lied to him. Kahlan! Of all people, the Mother Confessor, the one who he was set to marry, the woman who had faced not one; but two life changing foes with him.
The woman he loved more than life, the woman he had died for on many an occasion.
He had asked her to lunch with him, and she had told him she was working.
He’d seen her eating with Fyren.
With a forceful swallow, he blinked back the tears which stung the corners of his eyes, pondering what action to take. In the distance, he spotted a red suit leaning against the wall near the stairs to the foyer.
Cara.
It was the first time Richard had afforded a genuine smile in weeks.
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Kahlan smiled at Fyren’s words, a blush creeping up her neck and settling a warmth across her cheeks. She ducked her head in a bashful manner, though to the Prince, it wasn’t quite so noticeable. Having built her reputation as a woman of strength and pride, none paid much attention to the softer side she had begun to feel more comfortable with.
Fyren had just been complimenting her on her relationship with Richard, and the thought of him was what brought forth her sudden happiness. Nothing could touch her when her world became Richard. Her Seeker, her lover, her best friend; a man who dared to love a Confessor.
“You must love him an awful lot to subject yourself to spending all this torturous time with myself and the other officials.” he spoke, drawing her from her thoughts.
Giving him a nod, Kahlan began her decent of the stairs, leaving the Keep behind. “Yes, which is why I asked you to accompany me. The Keep, as you know, is a fortress consisting of thousands of rooms. It’s the heart of Aydindril. You will need to know it’s history. Now that you’ve seen it, and I apologize for not giving a proper tour, we can get on with the more essential details our treaty requires.”
“Please, don’t concern yourself with that, Mother Confessor. I can see it’s quite the magical landmark from it’s exterior. There is no need of going to such a extremes only to confirm what I already know.”
Nodding, Kahlan breathed a breath of relief. She paused as they reached the bottom, taking her horses reigns and hoisting herself into the saddle. Immediately, her guards closed in, and she turned towards the route to the city. “Tomorrow, we will meet to finalize our agreement. Do not forget your place, Fyren. I know you, and you’ve disappointed my views of you in the past. Enjoy your evening.”
Setting off in a comfortable pace, Kahlan opted for a more scenic route, the one she and Richard took during their rides through the city.
Spirits, did she miss him.
A strange ache had settled in her heart recently. She had seen so little of her Richard. With all of her duties, not to mention wedding plans fretted over in secrecy, there wasn’t enough time to be shared with her soon-to-be husband. Already, they were four months away from the wedding. The thought put butterflies in her stomach, encasing her with a giddy warmth. To think she would soon be married to a man that she loves. She, a Confessor, able to marry a man, who need not be confessed. Even now, it took her breath away. Richard truly was a rare person.
Eager to spend time with him now that she was free for the evening, Kahlan urged her steed into a faster stride, anticipation welling in the pit of her stomach. Tonight, she would make the most of tonight with him. They hadn’t been able to express their love since before the arrival of the outlying provinces representatives.
Her pleasant thoughts of her Seeker, however, were brought to an instant halt the moment she reached the Confessor’s Palace.
Soldiers from D’Hara stand in two patches of groups, deep in quiet conversation. Dismounting, the Confessor waves off her men, though their hands never stray too far from their weapons, hovering in case they’re needed. Ready to assert her authority, a wide sweep brings familiarity and Kahlan visibly relaxed. The red leather isn’t easy to spot amongst other blotches of red, but the blonde hair sticks out like a sore thumb.
“Cara!” The voice having already given it away, Cara cast only a seconds glance towards the Mother Confessor as she continued to speak with a D’Haran envoy.
Her conversation finished, she folded her arms beneath her breasts, shifting her weight onto one foot. Kahlan‘s smile faltered, white Confessor’s dress billowing in the wind as she approached the Mord‘Sith. Behind her, the busy Palace which belonged solely to Confessors buzzed with D’Haran commotion.
Cara took in Kahlan’s concerned features, mistaking them for alarm because of the D’Haran occupancy. The Confessor was her friend, and would more than likely remain one of the few the Mord’Sith trusted, but there was a line which she realized she had drawn between them. A line that wasn’t of normal, nor usual, boundary for a Mord’Sith, at least not the reasons behind them.
Richard’s current countenance had to do with Kahlan, and he had plenty of reason to be feeling as he felt, withdrawn and distraught, dejected - whether knowingly or not. It unsettled things for her as well, considering her purpose was to protect her Lord Rahl. There was no one who meant as much to her as Richard did, and seeing him so unhappy and frustrated flustered the Mord’Sith.
“What‘s going on? Why are there D‘Haran‘s here in Aydindril?” Cara clenched her jaw in response to Kahlan’s questionable eyes, unable to keep her gaze on the dark haired beauty.
“Lord Rahl has finally decided to accept his birthright. They’re here to escort him to D’Hara the moment he is ready.”
She accentuated her words with as much spite as her tone could afford, relishing the momentary flash of hurt in the Confessor’s eyes.
Kahlan gathered her composure, her expression set in stone. “Where is he?”
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Flanked by two of the most intimidating D’Haran’s Richard has ever seen, he rounded a corner purposefully, nearly sandwiched between the two men who claim to be his personal body guards. Everything is set in motion, all that need be done is what the Seeker has most dreaded. He hasn’t yet let himself dwell on thought of her reaction, but it’s as if the fates are set against him. The corner turned as a corner that nearly had them colliding.
“Kahlan?” Opening his mouth to inquire why she is suddenly so alone and without Fyren tailgating, he noticed something off about her visage.
A mixture of hurt and fear reflect in her impossibly blue eyes.
His concern will always outweigh his jealousies. “What‘s wrong?”
“When were you planning on telling me?” She questioned, voice strained. It’s clear she’s trying not to crack, relying on her training as a Confessor, drawing strength from within.
He straightened. “I was just on my way to find you, now. It’s for the best, Kahlan. I can’t run from who I am by pretending I‘m a Cypher. I can‘t keep cowering from the truth just because I don‘t like it. I am a Rahl, and the sooner I accept it, the easier this transition will be.”
“And you didn’t think to talk it through with me? To see how I might feel?” she seethed, how dare he make this decision without her! Did her wants and desires not matter to him? It was, of course, his decision, but it affected her, and she had thought he knew how deeply. Apparently, he did not.
Richard, caught off guard by her anger, felt his own responding. How could she reserve the right to be upset over his choice when she had so clearly made hers? His annoyance grew, and he spoke through gritted teeth. “How you might feel? Did you ever stop to consider how I might feel about you spending all your time with Prince Fyren?”
It was her turn to be caught off guard.
Kahlan blinked at him, her face gone completely blank. She glanced to the two guards who appeared to be disinterested in their quarrel entirely, and then back to him. His eyes held such fury, she very nearly took a step away from him. Instead her fire returned, the meaning behind his words sinking in.
How could he?
“Do you think we could continue this in private?” she hissed quietly, turning towards the nearest door.
Richard fumed in the hall, left standing before his guards. He fixed them with a hot glare, “That door does not open unless it is the Mother Confessor or myself leaving, understood?” With their fists clasped to their heart, they made it clear his orders would be followed flawlessly. Richard watched them a moment longer before he too entered the room Kahlan had gone into.
How fitting of it to be one used for interrogation purposes. Four walls and a single stone slab in the middle with a chair situated on the other side. It was different than the other rooms where only a chair would be set in the center. Removing his eyes from it, they reluctantly settled on the soft curls falling down Kahlan’s back.
Without even thinking, he traveled the length of her, pausing to admire the view of her backside, and then quickly reminded himself that he was furious with her, and this was hardly the time to find her attractive.
“How dare you imply infidelity. You’ve no right to accuse me of such indecency, no right!” He opened his mouth to respond but she whirled around on him, and her expression alone was almost his undoing.
Spirits, why was it so hard to be angry with her?
“Why are you really doing this?” Tears pooled in her eyes, and again she didn’t allow him to explain, “Our wedding is in four months, Richard. Four months! This couldn’t wait until after?”
“Wait?” He paused, confusion washing over him like wave before retreating, allowing clarity to seep in. “I’ve put this off long enough. I gave up everything, because you asked me to.” And it was his turn to step forward, shutting her mouth just as it opened as he continued with words teetering on the edge of madness.
“I’ve adjusted to this new life, because it’s a life I want to spend with you. And I thought you wanted to spend yours with me, too. After these last couple of months, Kahlan, I’m not so sure anymore. You tell me you’re working, that you have appointments, even when you should be free; and then I see you with him. What am I supposed to think, Kahlan?”
Her mouth opened and closed, brow wrinkling in growing frustration.
“Richard, he isn’t the only one. We’re hardly alone at all-”
“Hardly? Kahlan, he’s the only one who leaves after you leave a room! You leave without your escort, alone, with him! You’re gone before I wake, you don’t return until the moon is near ready to set again. Kahlan, you turned down lunch with me to eat with him! What am I supposed to think?!” his voice had risen, heart pounding beneath his ribcage. Every word was a stabbing pain, he almost couldn’t handle the way she looked at him. As if he were a mad man in a rage, as if she could fear him.
“I was working! Fyren was my appointment, he brought lunch for us both so we wouldn’t have to starve ourselves. He knows the burdens of leadership, if we don’t have our breaks, we don’t eat until dinner, sometimes after.”
“And the times before that?” Desperation had begun to settle in, he wanted so badly to believe her. “What have you been doing this whole time? I might not know everything there is to know about the Midlands, and the way things work, but I know enough. Kahlan, your duties have never kept you from me as much as they are now. You‘re marrying me, but spirits, I don‘t feel like the groom.”
Kahlan, searching his eyes, took a breath and blinked back the tears in her own. She had no idea he had felt this way all this time, why hadn’t he said anything? She wondered, but she knew. This was Richard. He would rather sit back and suffer if it meant her burdens were lessened. She didn’t need the stress and this was stressful enough.
But any baggage she suffered in the name of duty could be tolerated, especially if it meant she’d otherwise lose him.
“Richard, that’s what I was coming to tell you. I’ve been working so hard so that we could spend more time together. I was told that if I make all the arrangements for future political affairs, and if I see to all of the bills and the contracts made in my time away, helping you with your quest, then I would be granted a period of uninterrupted vacation.
Vacation that I intend to use for our honeymoon. I never meant to hurt you, my Richard.” Slowly, Kahlan reached up and set her hand against his cheek. Both held their breaths, and finally, he sighed, shoulders slacking, easing into her touch effortlessly.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I guess I thought you would figure it out, you are the Seeker. I have to admit, I never thought you could come to this conclusion, Richard. Honestly, how could you even think for a second I would betray you in that way? I love you, with my whole heart, Richard. All that I am belongs to you.”
Shifting, Kahlan felt the edge of the table behind her, and briefly wondered when they had moved. But her eyes remained on his, those deep brown orbs. They had been filled with such an intense rage. Now, the fires of his jealousy were ablaze with something else- something that caused her breath to catch in her chest.
“Richard…” she admonished quietly, her gaze falling, knowing his thoughts. His hands lifted to her neck, cradling her face as he slipped his fingers into her hair. Bringing her eyes back to his, he tilted his head downward and anxiously she leaned upwards. His grasp halted her from making the connection, he held her where she was, watching only her eyes.
“Richard,” she bit her lip in order to repress the teasing smile, placing her hand in the center of his chest. “we can’t. Fyren’s waiting…” There was a dangerous flash of anger in his eyes which made her chide herself for the inappropriate timing. But before she could apologize, and explain she only wanted to enlighten the mood, he was stealing the air from her lungs with his mouth slanting hotly over her own.
Giving in to the onslaught of his passion, Kahlan’s hand twisted in the collar of his shirt, yanking him closer as she leaned back against the table behind her. She bent over it at an angle that would sooner instill an ache within her back, but she couldn’t have been bothered to concern herself with that. Richard would take care of it, later, anyway.
Moan muffled by his kiss, Kahlan swooned at the repeated stroke of his tongue against hers, kissing him soundly, enjoying the feel of his hands as they skated down her body to grip her waist. She wasn’t surprised to feel the firm press of his arousal as he leaned into her, bending slightly for leverage and lifting her until she was sitting on the table before him.
His mouth left hers in a sloppy wet trail over her chin, and she dropped her head backwards as he danced opened mouth kisses down her throat.
Her chest heaved against his, and even that was more fuel to the fire. Her knees rose and fell open at his insistence.
“Oh, Richard…” she groaned as he bucked his hips into hers, rubbing his ever-growing bulge against her in the process. Fisting the hair at the back of his neck, she curled her fingers in the unruly locks, tugging his mouth back up to her own, devouring him hungrily.
Too long.
It had been far too long since she’d last felt him inside her. The ache that was always present flared in the face of their libido.
His hands hooked themselves around the backs of her knees, pulling her closer to the edge, and into the teasing motion of his hips as they provoked the swiveling of hers. Her fingers pressed into his sides as she pulled herself into him repeatedly.
She broke from his lips to gasp, tipping her head to the side as he covered her neck in fleeting kisses, trailing along the lining of her dress until he was met with the spongy swell of her breasts. His chin pushed down the offending fabric until he could see her nipple straining to be free. He groaned and reached up to undo the laces of her dress with haste, practically yanking the material off her shoulders and down her arms.
His aggression proved rewarding as the straps of her corset fell, loosening the cups which held her impressively. He looked up and into her eyes as he ghosted his index finger along the bountiful mound begging for his attention. He knew how sore her breasts were from wearing a corset day in and day out. He often tried to alleviate any discomfort, massaging every part of her body in an oil remedy meant for soothing.
He wished he had some of that oil now, but his was neither the place nor the time for sensuality.
“Richard…I don’t think we should be doing this here…” It was a weak protest to save their dignity, one the Seeker ignored entirely.
Moving his hands along her legs, he was pleased when he found bare skin above the leather bite of her boots. She had worn her shorts today.
Pushing apart the flaps of her dress, Richard ceased the agonizing rock of his hips, and put his mouth next to her ear.
He swirled his tongue along the whirls, and behind her lobe, “Were you expecting this?” he panted, and she groaned, arching her neck to kiss the crook of his.
She nipped along the skin to his ear, repeating his actions with her tongue and teeth. She pushed her body into his, encircling his waist with sinfully long legs.
“Truthfully? I was hoping,” voice in a rasp, she gasped again when his head delved south, hands curling beneath the back of her corset. A powerful tug and the stays holding the garment together tore. Richard tossed the useless piece of clothing across the room, his mouth seizing a nipple as her breasts sprung free.
Falling back onto her elbows, Kahlan let out a sound akin to a growl, taking her lower lip between her teeth. She reached down to grab his hand, directing it over her neglected breast. She had missed his touch, wanted to feel his hands everywhere. To feel the roughness of his skin tickling hers.
Richard needed no further encouragement; he squeezed and rotated the soft swell of flesh, kneading it sensually, drawing small sounds of pleasure from her in the process.
He swirled his tongue around her nipple slowly, applying a gentle amount of suction, and then raking his teeth over the sensitive bud with a small pull of his lips.
Tingles of warmth vibrated from the center of her being, flooding her body with the warmth and flush of her arousal. “Richard…” she mewled, arching and twisting in attempt to ease the pulse between her legs. “Must you tease me now?” she queried with a slight frown, but the pleasure written in her eyes contradicted the pout marring her lips.
Richard chuckled, leaning up to kiss her deeply. Kahlan moaned, again, but he swallowed it whole and pulled away.
This time when he slipped down her form, he moved his hands beneath her dress still bunched around her waist, and let his fingers hook under the waistband of her shorts. Kahlan watched with bated breath as he removed them, nipples puckering at the heady look of desire in his eyes.
He was feeling guilty, she knew. But though her mind told her to reassure him that his accusations, while wrong and hurtful, were justified. She would’ve thought the same, had the roles been reversed. It would be like watching Richard with Cara, and thinking he preferred spending time with the Mord’Sith over her. The mere thought troubled her.
“Lay back, Kahlan,” Richard grinned as she shifted her lulled gaze down to him, he delighted in the red that darkened her cheeks upon seeing his position. Soothing his hands along her thighs, he prodded her legs to open more for him, brushing his lips along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. His stubble was rough whereas the contrast of the texture of his lips made the sensation bearable, arousing even. He paused at the crease of her leg, nuzzling his nose against her damp curls, inhaling the intoxicating scent. His mouth watered, he slid one hand up over her stomach to prevent her eventual squirming. With his free hand, he gently parted her womanly folds, the pearly juices accentuating the throb in his trousers. Flicking out his tongue, he dove in for his first taste that evening, flattening the wet muscle along the length of her, adding pressure against her clit, and dipping the tip inside of her.
Trembling in her anticipation, Kahlan closed her eyes and tried to calm her breathing. She felt his lips moving further and further towards her sex, and a rush of wetness flooded her thinking about his mouth on her. His tongue, spirits his tongue, he liked to-
“Spirits!” As the breath left her lungs, Kahlan arched sharply, her hands shooting down to grasp his head.
Liquid fire raced through her veins, she couldn’t help it when her legs hiked, spreading apart further in hopes of encouraging him.
And encourage him, she did.
His tongue lapped at her again, stroking and caressing and tasting, and driving her utterly insane. Nothing but the feel of him moving within her felt as good as this. His nose pressed into her clit and her hips lurched, moaning at the brief but wholly welcomed contact. Curling his tongue back along her slick heat, she felt her toes curl tightly and released a breathy moan of sinful delight as his lips latched onto the tiny bundle of nerves and suckled. Fisting his hair, she ground her hips up into him, begging for more, arching a perfect arch as he devoured her womanhood like a man dying of thirst.
"Richard... Richard, Richard..."
She could feel his hands running along her legs, working off her boots as they went. The air caressed her skin, his hands slipping around her calves, darting upwards. They skimmed along her inner thighs, urging her to open more for him and she readily obliged, knowing what would come next.
His lips left her sex dripping with one last tasteful lick. Shuddering, Kahlan opened her eyes, unsure of just when she had closed them. She pulled herself up onto the table more, bending her knees and perching her feet at either corner.
Richard groaned upon seeing his wife so bare and open before him. The spark in her eye was playful, and he growled in response, making haste with the laces of his breeches. They came undone with ease, cock bobbing free; erect and swollen at the tip.
A moan tore from Kahlan’s throat as he kicked off his trousers and rose above her slowly, his groin framed between her legs only serving another rush of fluid to coalesce from her core. She wanted him so badly it hurt. A pulsing need, and only the throbbing of his could sooth the ache.
She felt the tops of his thighs brush against the undersides of hers as he positioned himself, and automatically tipped her hips, winding her legs around him. She massaged his sides with her calves, tickled his backside with her toes, and wrinkled her nose in a wry smirk.
Lifting up onto her elbow, she reached up with one hand and grasped the tooth pendant hanging between them. Using the thong for leverage, she gave a firm tug and pulled his head down into hers, crashing their lips together in a sloppy, open mouth kiss that took both of their breaths away. Slowly slipping her hand down, her fingers curled around his swollen member, she groaned at the same time he did.
He was hot to the touch in her hand, and she squeezed him at the base, stroking him once, twice, three times before swiping her thumb over the tip, and repeating…
Again. She swallowed his moan.
And again. He broke the kiss with a growl, his head falling onto her shoulder, body arched over hers. Her stroking became more insistent, as if she were attempting to milk him his seed.
And again. Reaching down to grab her hand, he groaned, kissing her neck.
“No more of that, Kahlan.”
Her laughter died in his throat, and all fun and games aside, Kahlan was all too glad to fall back into their previous position. Tearing his shirt over his head, Kahlan sighed, rolling her head back as his mouth took to the column of her neck; sucking and nipping, and though it felt good - extremely good - she wanted more.
She wound her legs around him, shifting beneath him, voice a breathy, husky whisper in his ear. “Mmm, you’re taking too long,”
Richard’s world spun suddenly, and he found himself on his back, staring up at his beloved. Her wicked grin churned his blood at a painful rate.
He thought to wipe that smug look off her face, and without warning, gripped her hips and thrust his hips upwards. Kahlan’s mouth fell open then, her head falling back as a deep, throaty moan surrounded them. Sighing in relief, Richard swiped his thumbs back and forth along her waist, holding her still for a moment.
“Satisfied?” he questioned, sliding a hand up her moistening skin to hold her breast, rotating the pad of his thumb over a puckered nipple.
Kahlan moaned in response, shifting her hips against him. She met his heated gaze, blue eyes a darkening black. “Not yet.” she smirked, trailing her hands along his torso, enjoying the feel of his muscles. Placing a hand over the one he had on her breast, she braced herself with the other set over his heart as she began to move.
Rocking against him sensually at first, she paced herself to draw every inch of him as deeply into her as she could, using her inner walls to clamp around him tightly. Breathless, she ground her hips harder into his, undulating above him quicker.
Richard drowned in her beauty, taking in every breath and sound that rolled off her tongue.
With her back to the table once more, Kahlan wrapped her arms around her Seeker’s neck, holding onto him as he pushed his hips into hers again and again. He kissed her with a passion she’d never forget. A passion that fueled the ecstasy she felt now. Slipping her legs higher around his waist, Kahlan could feel herself slipping. The room around them rumbled with soundless thunder. "You're mine, Kahlan. You belong to me," she heard his hoarse whisper clearly, all the clouds cleared from her head as she fell back to earth.
Laying spent on a table not quite big enough for either of them, Kahlan stirred in her husbands arms. Their legs were tangled, her arm tossed lazily over his form, his surrounding her and enveloping her in a safe blanket of warmth and security.
She kissed his chest as she rolled atop him, straddling his waist and stretching her arms out on either side of his head. She smiled tired and kissed him.
“Still think I want someone else?”
He pretended to think, though the thought was still sore.
“I should get dressed. I wasn’t kidding when I said I had an appointment with Fyren…” as she made to get up, her husband’s arms were quick to surround her, crushing her form to him. Kahlan purred, feeling her breasts mash against the hard pectorals of his chest, only proving to send tingles of arousal down her spine.
“You, Mother Confessor, aren’t going anywhere except our bed chambers. We’ll meet with Fyren tomorrow.”
“We?” she gasped as his hand slid down her back, caressing over the smooth curve of her ass.
He leaned up and captured her lips, “We. You,” he kissed her jaw, lifting her hips and brushing the tip of his erection over her slick folds. “…me,” he kissed her neck, slowly tipping his hips and slipping the head of his cock inside her. Kahlan shuddered, feeling her inner muscles fluttering to take him the rest of the way in.
But his pause made her look into his eyes, and she swam in the deep pools of warm brown. “Us.”
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fin.
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E/N: Yesss, I do realize I started putting in "wife" and "husband", that was intended. :P