Uncertainty (7/?) part 1
Title: Uncertainty (7/?)
Author: misanagy
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: PG-13, probably will be R or NC-17 latter.
Length: 8,565 words
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Terry Goodkind and ABC/Disney.
Summary: After “Desecrated”, the merry band continues the search for the Stone of Tears, but along the way other things will be discovered and new people will appear in their lives.
AN: Here’s chapter 7, I hope you like it! Happy Holidays to everyone! Thank you shadowsoffense for the amazing help.
Chapter 7
When the sun rose the next morning, Cara was in almost exactly the same position she had been in for hours. Her back was resting against the log, legs bent with the heels of her feet firmly planted on the ground, and a slumbering Confessor snuggled against her body. Cara thought it was about time to wake up everybody and prepare to leave, but when she looked down at Kahlan’s relaxed face she couldn’t bring herself to do it. This is ridiculous. The lack of sleep must be affecting me, Cara thought, shaking her head at her own inability to wake the brunette.
Kahlan had shifted during the night; she now had her right side nestled against Cara’s warm front, her head still buried in the nook between Cara’s head and shoulder. The brunette’s left hand had made it’s way under the low collar of Cara’s leathers and had lay above Cara’s right breast. When the brunette had moved her hand there during the night, Cara had been startled. She had been torn about what would be better for her peace of mind: Kahlan removing her hand or moving it a few inches lower. But Kahlan had done neither. The brunette had just let her hand rest there, seeming perfectly at home beneath the Mord’Sith’s red leather.
Cara blinked, forcing her thoughts to disperse. She was about to wake Kahlan when she heard Richard alarmed voice shout her name.
The Seeker had woken disturbed by the sun’s light. When he opened his eyes he blinked a few times, trying to grasp what was wrong. When it hit him that it was morning already and Cara hadn’t woken him up for his watch, he jumped up startled looking for the blonde Mord’Sith. In the second it took him to discover the blonde in the exact same spot as the night before, staring at him scornfully, his mind ran wild with the worst scenarios. As his racing heart started to calm, Cara met his panicked gaze with a raised eyebrow. Blushing, Richard looked down at Kahlan’s slumbering form, surprised to see the Confessor was still resting on Cara’s arms. Even with the Mord’Sith still looking at him as if he had lost his mind for jumping up like that, he got up and approached the two women to make sure nothing was wrong.
“Is everything okay, Cara?” he asked, scrutinizing the blonde’s face.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Cara retorted, returning Richard’s dubious stare with a bewildered stare of her own.
“No reason. It’s just that you didn’t wake me for my watch and when I woke up now I was worried,” Richard explained his concern, noticing with a frown the way Kahlan looked so comfortable on the blonde’s embrace.
“You have no cause to be worried. As you can see everything is perfectly fine,” the blonde said, sounded boring.
Richard’s fears were calmed after seeing everything was okay, but he still was curious. “Why didn’t you wake me for my watch?” he asked. He would have thought that Cara would have done everything she possibly could have to get rid of the clingy Mother Confessor in her arms.
“I wasn’t in the mood to sleep,” she replied dryly and simply. “It didn’t make sense to wake you if I wouldn’t have been able to sleep,” the blonde added logically, with a raised eyebrow. Her expression didn’t show the usual cockiness he was used to see accompanying words like those. Cara seemed preoccupied with something; he almost dared to think the Mord’Sith looked worried, something he thought she was incapable of feeling. Or, at least, was incapable of letting it show if she did feel it.
Richard frowned. What would frighten a Mord’Sith? Especially Cara, who insisted on reminding him often that she feared nothing. “Are you nervous about the Confessor on the loose?” Richard asked Cara, assuming that was what was worrying the blonde. “You know we have your back, we won’t let her confess you.” He added smiling and squeezed Cara’s shoulder reassuringly with one hand.
The blonde turned her head to glare at the Seeker’s hand on her shoulder. “To confess me she had to succeed in touching me first, wouldn’t she?” Cara said smartly, meeting Richard’s eyes again with smug expression showing on her face. “And to avoid her touch I don’t need your help; I’m perfectly capable of doing that on my own,” the Mord’Sith added firmly.
Richard just smirked and nodded his head. Cara didn’t look worried now, maybe he was projecting his own concerns on the Mord’Sith. After the way he woke this morning, he was still a little out of sorts, and he couldn’t deny that the missing confessor frightened him, a little.
With her ear tightly pressed to Cara’s chest, Kahlan started to wake up with the rumbling sound of Cara’s voice. Feeling the brunette shift, the Mord’Sith turned her head to look down at Kahlan.
“Good morning, Kahlan,” Richard said in a cheerful voice as he noticed the Confessor starting to awake. “Are you feeling any better?” he asked concerned about Kahlan’s back.
The Confessor was not completely awake yet. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up in Richard’s direction, trying to disperse the sleep fog still enveloping her consciousness.
“You should wake up quickly and get up, or else Cara will probably chop your hand off,” Richard said teasingly, nodding down at the hand Kahlan had nestled beneath the Mord’Sith’s leathers, close to her heart. He had been surprised Cara allowed any of it; but maybe the Mord’Sith was forgiving Kahlan her unconscious actions. He doubted that tolerance would extend to the brunette’s waking state.
“My hand?” Kahlan asked confused as she used said hand to push against Cara in order to get up; her eyes immediately widened and her cheeks burned bright red as she noticed exactly where her hand was. She froze, still sitting between Cara’s legs, and looked down, shocked, at her own hand.
“I’m going to wake up Zedd,” Richard chuckled and turned around, walking towards Zedd’s bedroll.
“I’m sorry Cara,” Kahlan said hurriedly, sliding her hand from underneath Cara’s leather. The tightness of the red leather covering the Mord’Sith’s upper body didn’t help to lessen the awkwardness of the situation. To free her hand, Kahlan couldn’t avoid the inevitable caress of the blonde’s soft skin. It was as if the leather was trying to keep the brunette’s hand there. After finally releasing her hand, the Confessor could have sworn she heard Cara sigh. “I didn’t notice where my hand…” Kahlan trailed off sheepishly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear in a nervous gesture and looking away to avoid Cara’s gaze. When she glanced back at where her hand had been, her eyes caught a freckle on Cara’s right breast. The Confessor stopped her fidgeting and was momentarily hypnotized by that new found detail.
Cara followed Kahlan’s gaze and was amused by the brunette’s sudden interest on her chest. Teasingly, Cara inhaled deeply, making her leathers stretch against her breasts. The movement shook Kahlan out of her stupor and she looked up at Cara’s face. The blonde had a self-satisfied smirk on her lips and was looking mischievously at the Confessor. Again, heat flooded the brunette’s cheeks and and she turned around with the intention of getting up.
When Kahlan moved to stand, Cara tighten the arm she still had around the Confessor’s stomach, preventing the brunette from rising.
“It did cross my mind what I could do with your hand, Confessor. But relax, it didn’t involve cutting it off,” Cara said huskily. The Mord’Sith was painfully aware that this was dangerous territory, but she couldn’t help herself.
“Is that supposed to make me relax?” Kahlan asked smiling, looking over her shoulder at Cara’s smirking face.
“You tell me, Confessor,” Cara said with a playful and yet seductive grin.
Kahlan smiled at Cara’s provocative reply, but didn’t answer. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest and she felt butterflies in her stomach at hearing Cara’s words and tone. She opted for putting her hands on both of Cara’s knees and squeezed them affectionately, before using them as leverage to get up from her cozy cocoon.
*****
“Good morning,” Zedd said, coming over to Kahlan as she was tucking her bedroll into her pack.
“Good morning Zedd,” Kahlan answered.
“It is indeed a good morning for you, my child,” Zedd said good-naturedly. “You look happy and well rested. Did you have a good night of sleep?”
“Yes, I slept really well,” Kahlan said with a soft smile, thinking back to how it felt to fall asleep with Cara’s arms cradling her.
“I’m glad you could rest after all of the excitement yesterday,” Zedd said.
Kahlan just nodded her head, unwilling to share the reason why she had slept so well.
Richard approached them with a small sack full of berries. “I just picked this for breakfast,” he said, showing them the fresh picked fruit. “Help yourselves,” Richard offered. Zedd motioned for Kahlan to take her share first and the Mother Confessor scoped a handful of the little fruits, giving Zedd a small nod of gratitude.
“I’ll leave the rest here,” Richard said, poising the bag on a nearby rock. “And go freshen up,” he continued, turning to go into the woods.
“I’ll go with you, my boy,” Zedd said. “Some of us don’t wake up with a radiant face and need a little water to perk up,” he said, winking at Kahlan with a smile. Richard chuckled and Kahlan shook her head with a happy smile.
She was watching as the two men walked away when she heard a voice behind her.
“What are you eating?” Cara said, stopping two steps behind the Confessor.
Kahlan turned around and admired the Mord’Sith’s stance; she was leaning her weight in one leg, hip cocked to the side with a hand resting there.
“Berries,” Kahlan said simply, a cheeky smile on her lips. She instantly remembered the last time the two of them had shared berries at breakfast. A few days ago, Cara had picked up a handful of those fruits and left them on the Confessor’s bedroll. Kahlan had ended up sharing the little fruits with Cara. The memory of her fingers surrounded by Cara’s luscious lips when she fed her one of the berries was enough to make her shiver with anticipation now.
“They look good,” Cara said licking her lips, her eyes on Kahlan’s instead of in the fruit.
“They do, don’t they?” Kahlan replied, popping a red berry in her mouth and looking defiantly at Cara with a playful glint in her blue eyes. The Mord’Sith noticed the playful sparkle in Kahlan’s eyes and tilted her head amused.
“Have you eaten?” Kahlan asked, fully aware that the Mord’Sith hadn’t.
“No, not yet,” Cara said, taking a step closer to Kahlan.
“You should eat something then,” Kahlan said, without taking her gaze away from Cara’s. She was enjoying the teasing banter with Cara; she loved this lighter side of the serious Mord’Sith, especially because it only became visible when they were together.
“I’d have thought the Mother Confessor would be gracious enough to share her meal with a starving woman,” she said sarcastically, pointing to herself.
“She is, but the Mother Confessor isn’t fully awake yet,” the brunette said, shrugging her shoulders and trying to maintain a serious face. “Only Kahlan has woken up completely, and she’s very greedy with her berries,” she said, not able to suppress a smile at Cara’s unconvinced expression.
“But I remember her telling me that she didn’t mind sharing with me,” the blonde said, lowering her voice and taking another small step that put her a few inches away from Kahlan’s body.
Kahlan’s smiled widened. Looking down, her cheeks got warmer with the increasing closeness from Cara. “I can’t go against my word,” Kahlan whispered. The Confessor lifted her hand with a berry in her fingers. Cara extended her hand as if she was going to take the small fruit from Kahlan’s fingers, but instead she cupped Kahlan’s wrist and brought Kahlan’s fingers to her mouth. Her intense gaze piercing Kahlan’s soft one. At the same time Cara engulfed the brunette’s fingers with her lips, taking the berry in her mouth, she reached for another berry in Kahlan’s other hand.
Kahlan’s fingers were still in Cara’s mouth when she felt a light pressure on her lips. She looked down slightly and saw Cara’s ungloved fingers offering her a petite fruit. She opened her mouth and let the blonde feed her the delicious food. Cara’s ungloved fingers were impossibly soft against her lips; the brunette found herself becoming more and more fascinated with the blonde’s skin. Cara caressed Kahlan’s bottom lip with her index finger, watching as the Confessor closed her eyes in delight, without taking her own fingers from Cara’s lips. Kahlan opened her eyes sighing, extracted her fingers from Cara’s mouth and returned Cara’s caress. The Mord’Sith’s lips were supple and full; Kahlan was transfixed by their velvetiness, but she couldn’t forget that they where not alone for long. Kahlan’s eyes shifted to the tree line and Cara took half a step back, understanding the Confessor’s concern.
“How’s your back?” Cara asked to relieve the tension.
“It still hurts, but its better, “Kahlan answered with a smile. “Thank you for last night; I slept a lot better, “the Confessor said gratefully.
“I’m glad you slept okay,” Cara said, looking at the ground.
“Yes, even Zedd mentioned that I look well rested,” Kahlan chuckled. Cara just nodded her head slowly.
“Did you sleep, Cara?” she asked, suddenly aware that the blonde didn’t look as well rested as she, herself, seemed to look.
“No,” she shook her head curtly.
“Spirits Cara, you were awake all night? Why didn’t you wake me to let you lay down?” Kahlan inquired, looking stunned at Cara. The blonde had held her all night long, not caring the slightest for her own well being.
“There was no need for that,” Cara said nonchalantly. “I’m okay, it’s not like I haven’t had been awake all night before. Mord’Sith are very resistant,” Cara said unfalteringly.
“Of course, I wasn’t implying anything different,” Kahlan said, her stunned look giving way to an amused smile. Cara just raised a warning eyebrow at her and tilted her head, her blonde hair framing her face perfectly. “Now, eat something more,” Kahlan said extending her hand in Cara’s direction. “You need to replenish your strength if you didn’t sleep.”
Cara reached for the berries in Kahlan’s hand and ate with the Confessor. After a few munches, they looked up as Zedd’s voice interrupted them; seeing the wizard walking towards them followed by Richard.
“I feel more awake now,” he said looking at the women. “You should go throw some water on your face too, Cara” he said noticing Cara’s tired features. “You don’t look so well,” he finished.
“Yes, some water will help improve my appearance,” she said, squinting her eyes at the wizard. “Although in your case not even the water helped,” she concluded smartly, walking away with a superior smirk and not even caring about the wizard’s reaction to her words.
Zedd was left with a dumbfounded face, at witch Kahlan and Richard laughed openly. “I’ll have you know I look very good for my age,” he stubbornly shouted at the Mord’Sith’s back. Cara didn’t even bother to acknowledge the wizard’s retort, which only made Richard and Kahlan laugh more.
Chapter 7 Part 2
Author: misanagy
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: PG-13, probably will be R or NC-17 latter.
Length: 8,565 words
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Terry Goodkind and ABC/Disney.
Summary: After “Desecrated”, the merry band continues the search for the Stone of Tears, but along the way other things will be discovered and new people will appear in their lives.
AN: Here’s chapter 7, I hope you like it! Happy Holidays to everyone! Thank you shadowsoffense for the amazing help.
Chapter 7
When the sun rose the next morning, Cara was in almost exactly the same position she had been in for hours. Her back was resting against the log, legs bent with the heels of her feet firmly planted on the ground, and a slumbering Confessor snuggled against her body. Cara thought it was about time to wake up everybody and prepare to leave, but when she looked down at Kahlan’s relaxed face she couldn’t bring herself to do it. This is ridiculous. The lack of sleep must be affecting me, Cara thought, shaking her head at her own inability to wake the brunette.
Kahlan had shifted during the night; she now had her right side nestled against Cara’s warm front, her head still buried in the nook between Cara’s head and shoulder. The brunette’s left hand had made it’s way under the low collar of Cara’s leathers and had lay above Cara’s right breast. When the brunette had moved her hand there during the night, Cara had been startled. She had been torn about what would be better for her peace of mind: Kahlan removing her hand or moving it a few inches lower. But Kahlan had done neither. The brunette had just let her hand rest there, seeming perfectly at home beneath the Mord’Sith’s red leather.
Cara blinked, forcing her thoughts to disperse. She was about to wake Kahlan when she heard Richard alarmed voice shout her name.
The Seeker had woken disturbed by the sun’s light. When he opened his eyes he blinked a few times, trying to grasp what was wrong. When it hit him that it was morning already and Cara hadn’t woken him up for his watch, he jumped up startled looking for the blonde Mord’Sith. In the second it took him to discover the blonde in the exact same spot as the night before, staring at him scornfully, his mind ran wild with the worst scenarios. As his racing heart started to calm, Cara met his panicked gaze with a raised eyebrow. Blushing, Richard looked down at Kahlan’s slumbering form, surprised to see the Confessor was still resting on Cara’s arms. Even with the Mord’Sith still looking at him as if he had lost his mind for jumping up like that, he got up and approached the two women to make sure nothing was wrong.
“Is everything okay, Cara?” he asked, scrutinizing the blonde’s face.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Cara retorted, returning Richard’s dubious stare with a bewildered stare of her own.
“No reason. It’s just that you didn’t wake me for my watch and when I woke up now I was worried,” Richard explained his concern, noticing with a frown the way Kahlan looked so comfortable on the blonde’s embrace.
“You have no cause to be worried. As you can see everything is perfectly fine,” the blonde said, sounded boring.
Richard’s fears were calmed after seeing everything was okay, but he still was curious. “Why didn’t you wake me for my watch?” he asked. He would have thought that Cara would have done everything she possibly could have to get rid of the clingy Mother Confessor in her arms.
“I wasn’t in the mood to sleep,” she replied dryly and simply. “It didn’t make sense to wake you if I wouldn’t have been able to sleep,” the blonde added logically, with a raised eyebrow. Her expression didn’t show the usual cockiness he was used to see accompanying words like those. Cara seemed preoccupied with something; he almost dared to think the Mord’Sith looked worried, something he thought she was incapable of feeling. Or, at least, was incapable of letting it show if she did feel it.
Richard frowned. What would frighten a Mord’Sith? Especially Cara, who insisted on reminding him often that she feared nothing. “Are you nervous about the Confessor on the loose?” Richard asked Cara, assuming that was what was worrying the blonde. “You know we have your back, we won’t let her confess you.” He added smiling and squeezed Cara’s shoulder reassuringly with one hand.
The blonde turned her head to glare at the Seeker’s hand on her shoulder. “To confess me she had to succeed in touching me first, wouldn’t she?” Cara said smartly, meeting Richard’s eyes again with smug expression showing on her face. “And to avoid her touch I don’t need your help; I’m perfectly capable of doing that on my own,” the Mord’Sith added firmly.
Richard just smirked and nodded his head. Cara didn’t look worried now, maybe he was projecting his own concerns on the Mord’Sith. After the way he woke this morning, he was still a little out of sorts, and he couldn’t deny that the missing confessor frightened him, a little.
With her ear tightly pressed to Cara’s chest, Kahlan started to wake up with the rumbling sound of Cara’s voice. Feeling the brunette shift, the Mord’Sith turned her head to look down at Kahlan.
“Good morning, Kahlan,” Richard said in a cheerful voice as he noticed the Confessor starting to awake. “Are you feeling any better?” he asked concerned about Kahlan’s back.
The Confessor was not completely awake yet. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up in Richard’s direction, trying to disperse the sleep fog still enveloping her consciousness.
“You should wake up quickly and get up, or else Cara will probably chop your hand off,” Richard said teasingly, nodding down at the hand Kahlan had nestled beneath the Mord’Sith’s leathers, close to her heart. He had been surprised Cara allowed any of it; but maybe the Mord’Sith was forgiving Kahlan her unconscious actions. He doubted that tolerance would extend to the brunette’s waking state.
“My hand?” Kahlan asked confused as she used said hand to push against Cara in order to get up; her eyes immediately widened and her cheeks burned bright red as she noticed exactly where her hand was. She froze, still sitting between Cara’s legs, and looked down, shocked, at her own hand.
“I’m going to wake up Zedd,” Richard chuckled and turned around, walking towards Zedd’s bedroll.
“I’m sorry Cara,” Kahlan said hurriedly, sliding her hand from underneath Cara’s leather. The tightness of the red leather covering the Mord’Sith’s upper body didn’t help to lessen the awkwardness of the situation. To free her hand, Kahlan couldn’t avoid the inevitable caress of the blonde’s soft skin. It was as if the leather was trying to keep the brunette’s hand there. After finally releasing her hand, the Confessor could have sworn she heard Cara sigh. “I didn’t notice where my hand…” Kahlan trailed off sheepishly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear in a nervous gesture and looking away to avoid Cara’s gaze. When she glanced back at where her hand had been, her eyes caught a freckle on Cara’s right breast. The Confessor stopped her fidgeting and was momentarily hypnotized by that new found detail.
Cara followed Kahlan’s gaze and was amused by the brunette’s sudden interest on her chest. Teasingly, Cara inhaled deeply, making her leathers stretch against her breasts. The movement shook Kahlan out of her stupor and she looked up at Cara’s face. The blonde had a self-satisfied smirk on her lips and was looking mischievously at the Confessor. Again, heat flooded the brunette’s cheeks and and she turned around with the intention of getting up.
When Kahlan moved to stand, Cara tighten the arm she still had around the Confessor’s stomach, preventing the brunette from rising.
“It did cross my mind what I could do with your hand, Confessor. But relax, it didn’t involve cutting it off,” Cara said huskily. The Mord’Sith was painfully aware that this was dangerous territory, but she couldn’t help herself.
“Is that supposed to make me relax?” Kahlan asked smiling, looking over her shoulder at Cara’s smirking face.
“You tell me, Confessor,” Cara said with a playful and yet seductive grin.
Kahlan smiled at Cara’s provocative reply, but didn’t answer. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest and she felt butterflies in her stomach at hearing Cara’s words and tone. She opted for putting her hands on both of Cara’s knees and squeezed them affectionately, before using them as leverage to get up from her cozy cocoon.
*****
“Good morning,” Zedd said, coming over to Kahlan as she was tucking her bedroll into her pack.
“Good morning Zedd,” Kahlan answered.
“It is indeed a good morning for you, my child,” Zedd said good-naturedly. “You look happy and well rested. Did you have a good night of sleep?”
“Yes, I slept really well,” Kahlan said with a soft smile, thinking back to how it felt to fall asleep with Cara’s arms cradling her.
“I’m glad you could rest after all of the excitement yesterday,” Zedd said.
Kahlan just nodded her head, unwilling to share the reason why she had slept so well.
Richard approached them with a small sack full of berries. “I just picked this for breakfast,” he said, showing them the fresh picked fruit. “Help yourselves,” Richard offered. Zedd motioned for Kahlan to take her share first and the Mother Confessor scoped a handful of the little fruits, giving Zedd a small nod of gratitude.
“I’ll leave the rest here,” Richard said, poising the bag on a nearby rock. “And go freshen up,” he continued, turning to go into the woods.
“I’ll go with you, my boy,” Zedd said. “Some of us don’t wake up with a radiant face and need a little water to perk up,” he said, winking at Kahlan with a smile. Richard chuckled and Kahlan shook her head with a happy smile.
She was watching as the two men walked away when she heard a voice behind her.
“What are you eating?” Cara said, stopping two steps behind the Confessor.
Kahlan turned around and admired the Mord’Sith’s stance; she was leaning her weight in one leg, hip cocked to the side with a hand resting there.
“Berries,” Kahlan said simply, a cheeky smile on her lips. She instantly remembered the last time the two of them had shared berries at breakfast. A few days ago, Cara had picked up a handful of those fruits and left them on the Confessor’s bedroll. Kahlan had ended up sharing the little fruits with Cara. The memory of her fingers surrounded by Cara’s luscious lips when she fed her one of the berries was enough to make her shiver with anticipation now.
“They look good,” Cara said licking her lips, her eyes on Kahlan’s instead of in the fruit.
“They do, don’t they?” Kahlan replied, popping a red berry in her mouth and looking defiantly at Cara with a playful glint in her blue eyes. The Mord’Sith noticed the playful sparkle in Kahlan’s eyes and tilted her head amused.
“Have you eaten?” Kahlan asked, fully aware that the Mord’Sith hadn’t.
“No, not yet,” Cara said, taking a step closer to Kahlan.
“You should eat something then,” Kahlan said, without taking her gaze away from Cara’s. She was enjoying the teasing banter with Cara; she loved this lighter side of the serious Mord’Sith, especially because it only became visible when they were together.
“I’d have thought the Mother Confessor would be gracious enough to share her meal with a starving woman,” she said sarcastically, pointing to herself.
“She is, but the Mother Confessor isn’t fully awake yet,” the brunette said, shrugging her shoulders and trying to maintain a serious face. “Only Kahlan has woken up completely, and she’s very greedy with her berries,” she said, not able to suppress a smile at Cara’s unconvinced expression.
“But I remember her telling me that she didn’t mind sharing with me,” the blonde said, lowering her voice and taking another small step that put her a few inches away from Kahlan’s body.
Kahlan’s smiled widened. Looking down, her cheeks got warmer with the increasing closeness from Cara. “I can’t go against my word,” Kahlan whispered. The Confessor lifted her hand with a berry in her fingers. Cara extended her hand as if she was going to take the small fruit from Kahlan’s fingers, but instead she cupped Kahlan’s wrist and brought Kahlan’s fingers to her mouth. Her intense gaze piercing Kahlan’s soft one. At the same time Cara engulfed the brunette’s fingers with her lips, taking the berry in her mouth, she reached for another berry in Kahlan’s other hand.
Kahlan’s fingers were still in Cara’s mouth when she felt a light pressure on her lips. She looked down slightly and saw Cara’s ungloved fingers offering her a petite fruit. She opened her mouth and let the blonde feed her the delicious food. Cara’s ungloved fingers were impossibly soft against her lips; the brunette found herself becoming more and more fascinated with the blonde’s skin. Cara caressed Kahlan’s bottom lip with her index finger, watching as the Confessor closed her eyes in delight, without taking her own fingers from Cara’s lips. Kahlan opened her eyes sighing, extracted her fingers from Cara’s mouth and returned Cara’s caress. The Mord’Sith’s lips were supple and full; Kahlan was transfixed by their velvetiness, but she couldn’t forget that they where not alone for long. Kahlan’s eyes shifted to the tree line and Cara took half a step back, understanding the Confessor’s concern.
“How’s your back?” Cara asked to relieve the tension.
“It still hurts, but its better, “Kahlan answered with a smile. “Thank you for last night; I slept a lot better, “the Confessor said gratefully.
“I’m glad you slept okay,” Cara said, looking at the ground.
“Yes, even Zedd mentioned that I look well rested,” Kahlan chuckled. Cara just nodded her head slowly.
“Did you sleep, Cara?” she asked, suddenly aware that the blonde didn’t look as well rested as she, herself, seemed to look.
“No,” she shook her head curtly.
“Spirits Cara, you were awake all night? Why didn’t you wake me to let you lay down?” Kahlan inquired, looking stunned at Cara. The blonde had held her all night long, not caring the slightest for her own well being.
“There was no need for that,” Cara said nonchalantly. “I’m okay, it’s not like I haven’t had been awake all night before. Mord’Sith are very resistant,” Cara said unfalteringly.
“Of course, I wasn’t implying anything different,” Kahlan said, her stunned look giving way to an amused smile. Cara just raised a warning eyebrow at her and tilted her head, her blonde hair framing her face perfectly. “Now, eat something more,” Kahlan said extending her hand in Cara’s direction. “You need to replenish your strength if you didn’t sleep.”
Cara reached for the berries in Kahlan’s hand and ate with the Confessor. After a few munches, they looked up as Zedd’s voice interrupted them; seeing the wizard walking towards them followed by Richard.
“I feel more awake now,” he said looking at the women. “You should go throw some water on your face too, Cara” he said noticing Cara’s tired features. “You don’t look so well,” he finished.
“Yes, some water will help improve my appearance,” she said, squinting her eyes at the wizard. “Although in your case not even the water helped,” she concluded smartly, walking away with a superior smirk and not even caring about the wizard’s reaction to her words.
Zedd was left with a dumbfounded face, at witch Kahlan and Richard laughed openly. “I’ll have you know I look very good for my age,” he stubbornly shouted at the Mord’Sith’s back. Cara didn’t even bother to acknowledge the wizard’s retort, which only made Richard and Kahlan laugh more.
Chapter 7 Part 2