Finally ; Richard/Kahlan
Title: Finally
Pairing: Richard/Kahlan
Prompt: Richard/Kahlan - together at last
Rating: NC-17
They’re exhausted by the time they reach the Inn, the first of which they can remember since before they had placed the Stone of Tears upon it’s celestial pedestal. Richard and Kahlan aren’t too tired, however, to understand what a room for the night would mean. Upon discovery that her power had no affect on him, they had only combined their bedrolls and slept soundlessly in each other’s arms.
It was difficult for her to never bring up the obvious fact that he could take her whenever he wished. She knew he wanted her, could feel the responsiveness of his manhood pressed to her back every night. Sometimes, she entertained the thought of rolling over, throwing him onto his back, and straddling the erection so painfully obvious that she felt the physical ache between her legs on a nightly basis.
Tonight.
Tonight she saw the shift in Richard’s eyes. The restraint was gone, tonight he would have her.
Finally.
Cara wasn’t especially thrilled to discover she would be sharing a room with Zedd, two bed’s or not. Somehow, Richard and Kahlan had managed to free themselves of the seething Mord'Sith, leaving the blonde to the First Wizard’s wild eating habits, and audible snores (especially in a confined space), as they found their own room just down the hall.
The fireplace has already been lit, casting a warmth and a glow about the room. Shadows dance where the light spilled out. Turning the lock on the door, Richard set his pack down beside the table with the wash basin. Kahlan’s pack, too, slowly slips from her shoulders to fall at the end of the bed. When she turns, Richard is still standing in front of the door, his eyes glued to her.
“So,” she smiles, but the curve of her lips is anything but innocent. “It’s just us tonight…”
There isn’t room to mistake her meaning, not when she’s already begun to untie her jacket.
Richard’s hands replace hers in two large strides, and Kahlan bites her lip, tugging his shirt from his pants.
As his hands trace the jacket down her arms, he traps the limbs to her body, his mouth ravishing her neck, caressing the swell of her breasts, stoking the fire he had ignited within. Her moans are breathy, some forming the sound of his name.
When he’s free of his shirt, she takes advantage of his recovery time and peppers her lips down his neck. Her fingers press into the hills and valley’s of his muscles, finger nails scrapping over his abdomen, and then her hands are pressing around to his back. She feels the power in him, and wants to feel that strength above her, moving within her. She gasps at the thought, and the lapse is long enough for him to push her towards the bed.
Piece by piece, their clothes decorate the floor boards.
Kahlan’s head is thrown back as her body arches beneath the frame of her Seeker, her Richard. He’s between her legs, finally. His hips are joining continuously with her own, finally.
The hardness she’s so accustomed to waking up to in the morning is pumping deliciously within her, sending shockwaves of pleasure up her spine, curling her body with it’s magnitude, unraveling her state of mind with each press of his body into hers. He’s an attentive lover, she has to hold on to him lest she drown in the current of their passion.
Finally, she thinks, we’re together at last.
Pairing: Richard/Kahlan
Prompt: Richard/Kahlan - together at last
Rating: NC-17
They’re exhausted by the time they reach the Inn, the first of which they can remember since before they had placed the Stone of Tears upon it’s celestial pedestal. Richard and Kahlan aren’t too tired, however, to understand what a room for the night would mean. Upon discovery that her power had no affect on him, they had only combined their bedrolls and slept soundlessly in each other’s arms.
It was difficult for her to never bring up the obvious fact that he could take her whenever he wished. She knew he wanted her, could feel the responsiveness of his manhood pressed to her back every night. Sometimes, she entertained the thought of rolling over, throwing him onto his back, and straddling the erection so painfully obvious that she felt the physical ache between her legs on a nightly basis.
Tonight.
Tonight she saw the shift in Richard’s eyes. The restraint was gone, tonight he would have her.
Finally.
Cara wasn’t especially thrilled to discover she would be sharing a room with Zedd, two bed’s or not. Somehow, Richard and Kahlan had managed to free themselves of the seething Mord'Sith, leaving the blonde to the First Wizard’s wild eating habits, and audible snores (especially in a confined space), as they found their own room just down the hall.
The fireplace has already been lit, casting a warmth and a glow about the room. Shadows dance where the light spilled out. Turning the lock on the door, Richard set his pack down beside the table with the wash basin. Kahlan’s pack, too, slowly slips from her shoulders to fall at the end of the bed. When she turns, Richard is still standing in front of the door, his eyes glued to her.
“So,” she smiles, but the curve of her lips is anything but innocent. “It’s just us tonight…”
There isn’t room to mistake her meaning, not when she’s already begun to untie her jacket.
Richard’s hands replace hers in two large strides, and Kahlan bites her lip, tugging his shirt from his pants.
As his hands trace the jacket down her arms, he traps the limbs to her body, his mouth ravishing her neck, caressing the swell of her breasts, stoking the fire he had ignited within. Her moans are breathy, some forming the sound of his name.
When he’s free of his shirt, she takes advantage of his recovery time and peppers her lips down his neck. Her fingers press into the hills and valley’s of his muscles, finger nails scrapping over his abdomen, and then her hands are pressing around to his back. She feels the power in him, and wants to feel that strength above her, moving within her. She gasps at the thought, and the lapse is long enough for him to push her towards the bed.
Piece by piece, their clothes decorate the floor boards.
Kahlan’s head is thrown back as her body arches beneath the frame of her Seeker, her Richard. He’s between her legs, finally. His hips are joining continuously with her own, finally.
The hardness she’s so accustomed to waking up to in the morning is pumping deliciously within her, sending shockwaves of pleasure up her spine, curling her body with it’s magnitude, unraveling her state of mind with each press of his body into hers. He’s an attentive lover, she has to hold on to him lest she drown in the current of their passion.
Finally, she thinks, we’re together at last.