Fic: For All These Things
Title: For All These Things
Series: Westland Holidays 2/?
Fandom: LotS
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing. No infringement intended.
Summary: Westlanders and their holidays… this time Cara has only herself to blame.
Leaning back in her chair, Cara waited as Zedd said a few portentous words, the decadence and pomp grating on her nerves. Food was fuel, to be consumed quickly and efficiently when needed. This was a waste of both time and resources, at least for a Mord’Sith. Frankly, Cara was also a little astounded Zedd was managing to refrain from eating long enough to give his speech. Crossing her arms with a sigh, Cara wondered how much longer he was going to drone on.
Westland, Cara was learning to her discomfort, had a large number of celebrations based around these communal parties. Parties, it seemed, it was now her duty to attend. Richard, wary of what had happened last time, wisely had chosen to forgo forcing her... instead, he had gotten Kahlan to do it.
Any other time Cara would have been pleased by his unexpected development of good sense. The bastard.
She had seen it coming, of course. Seekers and confessors were crap at subterfuge. Confessors were, however, very good negotiators. Cara felt her skin flush as her arousal increased at the memory; Kahlan had quite a way with words. A few descriptive sentences were all that had been needed to convince Cara that her presence at one meal would be well rewarded.
She chose to ignore that she had already been nodding yes when Kahlan put a hand on her arm and said ‘please.’
“And now,”
Cara straightened up as she recognized the change in cadence as Zedd reached the end of his speech.
“Before we enjoy this fine meal,”
Finally, Cara thought, they could get to it. Her lips curled. She had plans and there were only so many hours until dawn.
“Lets us go around the table and say what we are truly thankful for.”
Wait… what?!
Cara’s jaw dropped as each person proceeded to stand and give a recitation of their weaknesses. Grant it, there were few true surprises. Chase could be broken through his children while Michael’s true weakness was his lust for power… he was such a Rahl, it was a wonder Richard was the one who was adopted. Even so, Cara was stunned that they just got up and announced where it was best to strike them.
“Cara,” Kahlan hissed at her, nudging her in the side as the confessor re-took her seat.
Quickly, Cara considered her options. She could remain seated, but Kahlan’s eyes promised consequences. Cara was no stranger at using sex to control people, but it really wasn’t fair how easily the confessor could do it to her. This was a perfect example of why it was important not to let a weakness become general knowledge. Now Cara had to decide how her evening was going to go… and the small satisfaction she would have in defiance wasn’t worth it. Kahlan’s revenge for Cara’s “Zedd” costume made Cara clench to think about, even now, but as amazing as Kahlan was as a top, she was even better as a bottom. Especially when she was in a submissive mood, as she so clearly was tonight. Cara groaned to herself, Kahlan’s stare made it clear there only one way they would both get what they wanted.
“Fine,” Cara hissed back as she stood. “But I’m using both my agiels later.”
A warm blush spread down Kahlan’s cheeks as her teeth bit into her lower lip. Cara held her eye until the confessor nodded her agreement.
With a smirk she looked at the rest of the crowd. This dinner couldn’t be over fast enough. “I’m grateful its time to eat.” Tactfully, she left the ‘finally’ unspoken and sat with a fake smile.
“Come on Cara,” Richard said, as the table became noisy, people severing food and passing platters. “That can’t be all you’re thankful for.”
Cara rolled her eyes and speared a piece of meat from a passing platter onto Kahlan’s plate. “Unlike some people, I’m smart enough not to announce my vulnerabilities to anyone with ears.”
Richard mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like ‘just to those with eyes.’
“Cara,” Kahlan came to his rescue as Cara was about ready to unleash a truly furious glare. “Letting people know your weaknesses isn’t always a bad thing. Your friends aren’t going to use it against you.”
Kahlan took a scoop from bowl of red fruit gelatin and then reached across Cara to hand it to Richard.
“What is that?” Cara asked, snagging another piece of meat, for herself this time. “And you can’t tell me that everyone at this table is your friend.”
“It has figs,” Kahlan said, taking the bread basket from Zedd and giving them each a roll before handing it across the table to Emma. Cara narrowed her eyes suspicously, wondering if Kahlan was trying to make a culinary point but the confessor continued her argument as if it was unrelated. “And they’re not my enemies, either. At least,” Kahlan handed her a bowl of orange roots with a teasing grin. “You can tell us what you are truly thankful for.”
Cara wrinkled her nose and dropped a small spoonful on her plate before handing it off to Richard. “I’m glad,” Cara’s shoulders slumped as she looked over into Kahlan’s eyes. Mord’Sith did not outwardly betray nervousness, but Cara might have played with the hem of her sleeve at that moment. For no particular reason. She was going to make Kahlan pay for this later.
“I’m glad I have friends who can bagger me about such things,” Cara said in a rush, squeezing her eyes shut as she finished. They would take this as encouragement, she just knew it.
Kahlan cupped Cara’s face in her hands and pressed there lips together, something she rarely did in public.
Cara groaned. She had doomed herself; they’d never let her get out of another party again.
She couldn’t even bring herself to mind.
Series: Westland Holidays 2/?
Fandom: LotS
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing. No infringement intended.
Summary: Westlanders and their holidays… this time Cara has only herself to blame.
Leaning back in her chair, Cara waited as Zedd said a few portentous words, the decadence and pomp grating on her nerves. Food was fuel, to be consumed quickly and efficiently when needed. This was a waste of both time and resources, at least for a Mord’Sith. Frankly, Cara was also a little astounded Zedd was managing to refrain from eating long enough to give his speech. Crossing her arms with a sigh, Cara wondered how much longer he was going to drone on.
Westland, Cara was learning to her discomfort, had a large number of celebrations based around these communal parties. Parties, it seemed, it was now her duty to attend. Richard, wary of what had happened last time, wisely had chosen to forgo forcing her... instead, he had gotten Kahlan to do it.
Any other time Cara would have been pleased by his unexpected development of good sense. The bastard.
She had seen it coming, of course. Seekers and confessors were crap at subterfuge. Confessors were, however, very good negotiators. Cara felt her skin flush as her arousal increased at the memory; Kahlan had quite a way with words. A few descriptive sentences were all that had been needed to convince Cara that her presence at one meal would be well rewarded.
She chose to ignore that she had already been nodding yes when Kahlan put a hand on her arm and said ‘please.’
“And now,”
Cara straightened up as she recognized the change in cadence as Zedd reached the end of his speech.
“Before we enjoy this fine meal,”
Finally, Cara thought, they could get to it. Her lips curled. She had plans and there were only so many hours until dawn.
“Lets us go around the table and say what we are truly thankful for.”
Wait… what?!
Cara’s jaw dropped as each person proceeded to stand and give a recitation of their weaknesses. Grant it, there were few true surprises. Chase could be broken through his children while Michael’s true weakness was his lust for power… he was such a Rahl, it was a wonder Richard was the one who was adopted. Even so, Cara was stunned that they just got up and announced where it was best to strike them.
“Cara,” Kahlan hissed at her, nudging her in the side as the confessor re-took her seat.
Quickly, Cara considered her options. She could remain seated, but Kahlan’s eyes promised consequences. Cara was no stranger at using sex to control people, but it really wasn’t fair how easily the confessor could do it to her. This was a perfect example of why it was important not to let a weakness become general knowledge. Now Cara had to decide how her evening was going to go… and the small satisfaction she would have in defiance wasn’t worth it. Kahlan’s revenge for Cara’s “Zedd” costume made Cara clench to think about, even now, but as amazing as Kahlan was as a top, she was even better as a bottom. Especially when she was in a submissive mood, as she so clearly was tonight. Cara groaned to herself, Kahlan’s stare made it clear there only one way they would both get what they wanted.
“Fine,” Cara hissed back as she stood. “But I’m using both my agiels later.”
A warm blush spread down Kahlan’s cheeks as her teeth bit into her lower lip. Cara held her eye until the confessor nodded her agreement.
With a smirk she looked at the rest of the crowd. This dinner couldn’t be over fast enough. “I’m grateful its time to eat.” Tactfully, she left the ‘finally’ unspoken and sat with a fake smile.
“Come on Cara,” Richard said, as the table became noisy, people severing food and passing platters. “That can’t be all you’re thankful for.”
Cara rolled her eyes and speared a piece of meat from a passing platter onto Kahlan’s plate. “Unlike some people, I’m smart enough not to announce my vulnerabilities to anyone with ears.”
Richard mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like ‘just to those with eyes.’
“Cara,” Kahlan came to his rescue as Cara was about ready to unleash a truly furious glare. “Letting people know your weaknesses isn’t always a bad thing. Your friends aren’t going to use it against you.”
Kahlan took a scoop from bowl of red fruit gelatin and then reached across Cara to hand it to Richard.
“What is that?” Cara asked, snagging another piece of meat, for herself this time. “And you can’t tell me that everyone at this table is your friend.”
“It has figs,” Kahlan said, taking the bread basket from Zedd and giving them each a roll before handing it across the table to Emma. Cara narrowed her eyes suspicously, wondering if Kahlan was trying to make a culinary point but the confessor continued her argument as if it was unrelated. “And they’re not my enemies, either. At least,” Kahlan handed her a bowl of orange roots with a teasing grin. “You can tell us what you are truly thankful for.”
Cara wrinkled her nose and dropped a small spoonful on her plate before handing it off to Richard. “I’m glad,” Cara’s shoulders slumped as she looked over into Kahlan’s eyes. Mord’Sith did not outwardly betray nervousness, but Cara might have played with the hem of her sleeve at that moment. For no particular reason. She was going to make Kahlan pay for this later.
“I’m glad I have friends who can bagger me about such things,” Cara said in a rush, squeezing her eyes shut as she finished. They would take this as encouragement, she just knew it.
Kahlan cupped Cara’s face in her hands and pressed there lips together, something she rarely did in public.
Cara groaned. She had doomed herself; they’d never let her get out of another party again.
She couldn’t even bring herself to mind.