FIC: This Wild Heart of Mine ; Richard/Kahlan
Title: This Wild Heart of Mine
Pairing: Richard/Kahlan (although more Kahlan's POV)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A tag for Season One, Episode 18: "Mirror". Kahlan admits her jealousy over Clayre, who had swam naked with Richard wearing the face of the Mother Confessor.
Authors Note: A missing scene I wrote for a challenge over at legendland. I may turn this into a much longer, possibly naughtier fic. Should I?
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She couldn’t get the sight of her then doppelganger Clayre and Richard out of her head. Seeing him with a woman wearing her face had created such a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach, something akin to jealousy and it angered her. It wasn’t fair that he had taken his clothes off to swim with that very woman in the lake she had wanted so badly to accompany him to. But to see how they could look together?
Kahlan wanted to weep for her misfortune and the fate the Spirits had bestowed upon them. She wanted to be able to swim naked in a lake with Richard, to kiss and experience the exotic wonders of a love forbidden. Damn that wild heart of hers, falling for the very man she was duty bound to protect. A man who was more than just a man, but the one true Seeker. There were times when she liked to fantasize that their titles meant they were meant to be. Her mother had read her stories about true love, and how their destinies would intertwine.
She often entertained as much of she and Richard. He was the Seeker, fighting for those whose without a voice and she was the Mother Confessor, fighting to protect the man who stood for everything she believed in. To think that maybe, just maybe, they were destined for more than the salvation of the world they lived in was a striking fantasy to end all others.
In her mind, her powers weren’t of consequence, and that him being Seeker gave him some special resistant magic that nullified her Confessor’s power. She wanted desperately for something to come of their feelings, to be able to know his touch intimately. She wanted his hands to roam where his eyes did, and-
“Kahlan?” Starting, the brunette’s eyes shot up to see the concerned brown eyes of her current infatuation.
He was knelt beside her, shirtless with his arms elbow high in the flowing stream beside them. Blinking, Kahlan realized that she had been staring. Her cheeks flushed instantly, and she pushed herself to her feet in order to hang the white dress she had just washed on a line of wire Richard had strung for them to dry out their clothes on. Her dress was still dirty from all the trouble that that infuriating magic mirror had put them through.
“This is about Clayre, isn’t it?” his voice stilled her.
There was that…
“Kahlan, I’m sorry for thinking she was you. I just… I really wanted it to be you.” He admitted, and Kahlan turned at the sound of defeat in his voice. There was guilt there, and she didn’t want him to feel guilty for being a man.
“I wish it had been me, too.” Damn that wild heart of hers, she thought, it was going to get her into trouble.
Pairing: Richard/Kahlan (although more Kahlan's POV)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A tag for Season One, Episode 18: "Mirror". Kahlan admits her jealousy over Clayre, who had swam naked with Richard wearing the face of the Mother Confessor.
Authors Note: A missing scene I wrote for a challenge over at legendland. I may turn this into a much longer, possibly naughtier fic. Should I?
-x-
She couldn’t get the sight of her then doppelganger Clayre and Richard out of her head. Seeing him with a woman wearing her face had created such a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach, something akin to jealousy and it angered her. It wasn’t fair that he had taken his clothes off to swim with that very woman in the lake she had wanted so badly to accompany him to. But to see how they could look together?
Kahlan wanted to weep for her misfortune and the fate the Spirits had bestowed upon them. She wanted to be able to swim naked in a lake with Richard, to kiss and experience the exotic wonders of a love forbidden. Damn that wild heart of hers, falling for the very man she was duty bound to protect. A man who was more than just a man, but the one true Seeker. There were times when she liked to fantasize that their titles meant they were meant to be. Her mother had read her stories about true love, and how their destinies would intertwine.
She often entertained as much of she and Richard. He was the Seeker, fighting for those whose without a voice and she was the Mother Confessor, fighting to protect the man who stood for everything she believed in. To think that maybe, just maybe, they were destined for more than the salvation of the world they lived in was a striking fantasy to end all others.
In her mind, her powers weren’t of consequence, and that him being Seeker gave him some special resistant magic that nullified her Confessor’s power. She wanted desperately for something to come of their feelings, to be able to know his touch intimately. She wanted his hands to roam where his eyes did, and-
“Kahlan?” Starting, the brunette’s eyes shot up to see the concerned brown eyes of her current infatuation.
He was knelt beside her, shirtless with his arms elbow high in the flowing stream beside them. Blinking, Kahlan realized that she had been staring. Her cheeks flushed instantly, and she pushed herself to her feet in order to hang the white dress she had just washed on a line of wire Richard had strung for them to dry out their clothes on. Her dress was still dirty from all the trouble that that infuriating magic mirror had put them through.
“This is about Clayre, isn’t it?” his voice stilled her.
There was that…
“Kahlan, I’m sorry for thinking she was you. I just… I really wanted it to be you.” He admitted, and Kahlan turned at the sound of defeat in his voice. There was guilt there, and she didn’t want him to feel guilty for being a man.
“I wish it had been me, too.” Damn that wild heart of hers, she thought, it was going to get her into trouble.