Fic: Opposite Intentions; Actions Speak Louder Than Words
Title: Opposite Intentions: Actions Speak Louder Than Words
Series: 2/? Part 1
Fandom: LotS
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Cara kills some people
Disclaimer: I own nothing. No infringement intended.
Summary: The day after the storm, Cara lets Kahlan know she is immune to confession.
A/N: Special thanks to Fauste, who got this back to me in record time (within 30 min! No free pizza for me).
It was amid the clash of steel, in a pause just after her current opponent had fallen with a truncated scream, the fight still raging around her, that Cara had her epiphany. Then she was grappling a man away from Richard, the Seeker really had to learn to watch his back, but the realization remained. She knew how to let Kahlan know she was immune to confession.
Obviously, just telling her had been out. Cara’s breath caught as she hit the ground a split second after the man she had tackled and tucked into a controlled roll back to her feet. Cara had had the perfect chance to just tell Kahlan as they lay, spent, at the giant pine’s base waiting for the last of the storm to end. Try as she might, Cara had been unable to force words into the soft sounds of the rain and Kahlan’s whispery breathing against her shoulder. If she didn’t have the vocabulary to tell the confessor she wanted to bed her, Cara certainly didn’t have the words to explain this.
Cara’s opponent was staggering to his feet slowly and Cara didn’t give him a chance to rise. Lunging, her agiel drove into the side of his temple, knocking him cold. They could question this one. Cara grinned over his prone form and scanned to battle field for a new adversary. Telling Kahlan would have meant using words like loyalty and devotion, which belonged to the Lord Rahl… mostly, and weren’t quite strong enough anyway.
A flash of motion caught Cara’s eye and she ducked to the side as steel whistled passed. Dropping into a crouch, Cara thrust her agiel into a backwards sweep behind her. It was a difficult move to doge, because of the angle and because it was often so unexpected. Most fighters needed visual confirmation to aim accurately, and, without that, it was a very risky move as it provided both a height advantage and an exposed back to a lesser fighter’s assailant. Cara’s aim ensured she provided none of those things as her agiel struck the man’s poorly armored leg. Standing, Cara turned to face him; herself, now, with the advantage.
The soldier turned out to be a decent fighter and managed to get his sword up to block her killing stroke. As they began to duel, Cara flowing into rote parries and trusts delivered with expeditious speed that had the man struggling to keep up, her mind turned back to her dilemma with Kahlan. Showing the confessor during sex had seemed equally impossible. Orgasm denial was a punishment, she couldn’t imagine a less deserving creature than Kahlan. The confessor was already too used to denying herself; it was something Cara wanted to rid her of, not cause. And she could never bring herself to do it by the sheer terror Kahlan would feel in the instant she thought Cara confessed. Besides- Cara caught the sword between her agiels and twisted, hoping to disarm her opponent, but he managed to keep a grip on his blade. Besides, shocked out of her arousal, Kahlan might not actually release her magic, so the whole thing would be pointless.
Tiring of the fight, Cara slammed her boot into the soldier’s agiel burned knee, dropping him with a crunch of bone. As he drew breath for a belated scream, her agiel put him out of his misery. Stepping away from the corpse, Cara grinned; her new plan was perfect. Now all she need was a chance to implement it.
With the fight ended, Cara walked over to the man she had knocked out and pressed her fingers under his jaw, checking for a pulse. A faint flutter reward her. Casually, she knocked his weapons away. A few light slaps to his face brought him around.
“Kahlan!” Cara called, pinning the man in place. The confessor looked over and immediately assessed the situation.
Cara waited until Kahlan had a good grip on the soldier’s throat before she released him and took a step back. Only after Cara nodded permission, subtly slipping off her own glove as she did so, did the confessor’s eyes begin shifting to black. Cara waited until the blue was totally eclipsed and then lunged, wrapping her own hand around Kahlan’s just as the confessor released her magic.
Three things happened in quick succession after that: The confessed fell to his knees, the standard plea falling from his now adoring lips. Kahlan, Richard, and Zedd all shouted Cara’s name with various proportions of shock and horror. Cara let go of Kahlan’s hand a stepped back with a half smug, half apologetic expression.
“Now you know,” she said, mildly. The she turned to begin helping Zedd and Richard pile the bodies together for burning. She actually had hold of a dead man’s arm before anyone had recovered enough to speak.
Naturally, Kahlan got the first word. “Now I know!?” Her skin was pale and her nostrils flared. “Now I know?!” she repeated with greater volume.
“Mistress?” her confessed begged, alarmed at her rage.
“Shut up!” Kahlan snapped at him, not looking away from Cara. “Now I know?!” she shouted again. The Mord’Sith was starting to think she had made a mistake.
“Yes,” she said, warily. “Now you know.”
The confessor’s mouth opened and closed with soundless rage. Then she whirled and stalked to the opposite side of the clearing. With jerky motions she began vigorously cleaning the gore from her daggers.
Looking back to Richard and Zedd, who were gapping, and Kahlan’s newly confessed, who had started to cry, Cara knew she had made a mistake. “She’ll talk to me again, right?” she asked the men, unable to keep the worry from her voice. It was starting to look like her immunity might be a moot point if Kahlan never let her touch her again.
Tbc…
A/N2: Happy 8th night of Channukah! I’m thinking it’s a good thing its not Christmas I’m celebrating or I’d get nothing but coal for stopping here. I’d also like to give a shout out to the people who asked for a sequel, especially aerows, who said the right thing at the right time to the wrong muse. Careful what you wish for ;)
Series: 2/? Part 1
Fandom: LotS
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Cara kills some people
Disclaimer: I own nothing. No infringement intended.
Summary: The day after the storm, Cara lets Kahlan know she is immune to confession.
A/N: Special thanks to Fauste, who got this back to me in record time (within 30 min! No free pizza for me).
It was amid the clash of steel, in a pause just after her current opponent had fallen with a truncated scream, the fight still raging around her, that Cara had her epiphany. Then she was grappling a man away from Richard, the Seeker really had to learn to watch his back, but the realization remained. She knew how to let Kahlan know she was immune to confession.
Obviously, just telling her had been out. Cara’s breath caught as she hit the ground a split second after the man she had tackled and tucked into a controlled roll back to her feet. Cara had had the perfect chance to just tell Kahlan as they lay, spent, at the giant pine’s base waiting for the last of the storm to end. Try as she might, Cara had been unable to force words into the soft sounds of the rain and Kahlan’s whispery breathing against her shoulder. If she didn’t have the vocabulary to tell the confessor she wanted to bed her, Cara certainly didn’t have the words to explain this.
Cara’s opponent was staggering to his feet slowly and Cara didn’t give him a chance to rise. Lunging, her agiel drove into the side of his temple, knocking him cold. They could question this one. Cara grinned over his prone form and scanned to battle field for a new adversary. Telling Kahlan would have meant using words like loyalty and devotion, which belonged to the Lord Rahl… mostly, and weren’t quite strong enough anyway.
A flash of motion caught Cara’s eye and she ducked to the side as steel whistled passed. Dropping into a crouch, Cara thrust her agiel into a backwards sweep behind her. It was a difficult move to doge, because of the angle and because it was often so unexpected. Most fighters needed visual confirmation to aim accurately, and, without that, it was a very risky move as it provided both a height advantage and an exposed back to a lesser fighter’s assailant. Cara’s aim ensured she provided none of those things as her agiel struck the man’s poorly armored leg. Standing, Cara turned to face him; herself, now, with the advantage.
The soldier turned out to be a decent fighter and managed to get his sword up to block her killing stroke. As they began to duel, Cara flowing into rote parries and trusts delivered with expeditious speed that had the man struggling to keep up, her mind turned back to her dilemma with Kahlan. Showing the confessor during sex had seemed equally impossible. Orgasm denial was a punishment, she couldn’t imagine a less deserving creature than Kahlan. The confessor was already too used to denying herself; it was something Cara wanted to rid her of, not cause. And she could never bring herself to do it by the sheer terror Kahlan would feel in the instant she thought Cara confessed. Besides- Cara caught the sword between her agiels and twisted, hoping to disarm her opponent, but he managed to keep a grip on his blade. Besides, shocked out of her arousal, Kahlan might not actually release her magic, so the whole thing would be pointless.
Tiring of the fight, Cara slammed her boot into the soldier’s agiel burned knee, dropping him with a crunch of bone. As he drew breath for a belated scream, her agiel put him out of his misery. Stepping away from the corpse, Cara grinned; her new plan was perfect. Now all she need was a chance to implement it.
With the fight ended, Cara walked over to the man she had knocked out and pressed her fingers under his jaw, checking for a pulse. A faint flutter reward her. Casually, she knocked his weapons away. A few light slaps to his face brought him around.
“Kahlan!” Cara called, pinning the man in place. The confessor looked over and immediately assessed the situation.
Cara waited until Kahlan had a good grip on the soldier’s throat before she released him and took a step back. Only after Cara nodded permission, subtly slipping off her own glove as she did so, did the confessor’s eyes begin shifting to black. Cara waited until the blue was totally eclipsed and then lunged, wrapping her own hand around Kahlan’s just as the confessor released her magic.
Three things happened in quick succession after that: The confessed fell to his knees, the standard plea falling from his now adoring lips. Kahlan, Richard, and Zedd all shouted Cara’s name with various proportions of shock and horror. Cara let go of Kahlan’s hand a stepped back with a half smug, half apologetic expression.
“Now you know,” she said, mildly. The she turned to begin helping Zedd and Richard pile the bodies together for burning. She actually had hold of a dead man’s arm before anyone had recovered enough to speak.
Naturally, Kahlan got the first word. “Now I know!?” Her skin was pale and her nostrils flared. “Now I know?!” she repeated with greater volume.
“Mistress?” her confessed begged, alarmed at her rage.
“Shut up!” Kahlan snapped at him, not looking away from Cara. “Now I know?!” she shouted again. The Mord’Sith was starting to think she had made a mistake.
“Yes,” she said, warily. “Now you know.”
The confessor’s mouth opened and closed with soundless rage. Then she whirled and stalked to the opposite side of the clearing. With jerky motions she began vigorously cleaning the gore from her daggers.
Looking back to Richard and Zedd, who were gapping, and Kahlan’s newly confessed, who had started to cry, Cara knew she had made a mistake. “She’ll talk to me again, right?” she asked the men, unable to keep the worry from her voice. It was starting to look like her immunity might be a moot point if Kahlan never let her touch her again.
Tbc…
A/N2: Happy 8th night of Channukah! I’m thinking it’s a good thing its not Christmas I’m celebrating or I’d get nothing but coal for stopping here. I’d also like to give a shout out to the people who asked for a sequel, especially aerows, who said the right thing at the right time to the wrong muse. Careful what you wish for ;)