Fanfic | Legend of the Seeker | Cara/Dahlia | R
Turns out I'm a bad friend for not filling out a meme so you having to read this is racethewind10 and atfm's fault for making me feel guilty about it. Shout out to my other two Seeker ladies, _miss_frost and lysachan because they are just that awesome.
Title: Mine, but still far away
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Pairing: Cara/Dahlia, hint of Cara/Kahlan
Rating: R
Summary: “I know I shouldn’t, but I like how you wear your leather these days.”
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine apart from the dirty mind I, apparently, have.
Warning: there is no point to this story besides some indulging in Mord’Sith sexy tiem and an excuse to mention #carastongue. Unbeta’d and, generally, not very good.
The bedchamber was simple; stone walls, smooth tiled floor in places covered in fur, a wardrobe chest used for storing sparse possessions as well as spare leather, buckles and belts. The bed, however modestly and roughly put together from sturdy pieces of raw wood, dominated the room in its unexpectedly generous size.
“I’m so glad you’ve decided to stay.” On the bed, laid out comfortably, resting on her side, playing with the end of her long braid was Dahlia. Her wide smile greeted Cara when she walked into the room. Except for the sheet covering her up to her waist, she was naked and Cara took a moment to follow the curve of the body laid out on her bed, shamelessly taking in the sight. A small smile touched her lips.
“So you’ve told me,” she said huskily. “More than once.”
Dahlia let go of her braid, flicked it over her shoulder and then extended her arm out to Cara. “Come,” she said. Her skin glowed in the golden light of torches placed in each corner of the room and Cara noticed, possibly for the first time, how much she had missed her. “Let me show you, then, a few times, as well.”
In a slow saunter, Cara moved across the room and then sat down on the bed beside Dahlia. The other Mord’Sith took her hand and placed it on her hip. Even through the glove, Cara could feel the heat and smoothness of Dahlia’s skin; she let her hand to, purposely, slip under the sheet. It made Cara smile how the advance made Dahlia lick her lips.
“I know I shouldn’t, but I like how you wear your leather these days. It’s very…” she trailed off while her eyes remained tightly focused on Cara’s cleavage.
“Accessible?” Cara smirked. Her fingers drew small patters along Dahlia’s thigh.
“Rebellious.” Dahlia finally found the word she was looking for. “You, Cara, the embodiment of discipline and uniformity, break the rules of the order so blatantly.”
“I was thrown out of the order so I decided some rules don’t apply any longer. My hair, for example?”
“Yes,” Dahlia said wistfully, gently brushing Cara’s hair off her face. “But I like your hair this way. You look so dangerous. Savage.”
“I am dangerous.”
“I don’t mean in battle.” Dahlia shifted her leg, moving it so Cara’s hand would slip from her thigh to between her legs where it was, Cara noticed, so much smoother and warmer, in demonstration of what exactly she had in mind.
Slowly, Dahlia moved over closer to Cara, letting the sheet slip from her body completely. She brushed her lips against Cara’s and breathed out, “There was no one after you.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“Believe what you will.”
“I can’t believe you stooped to such a trivial form of flattery.”
Dahlia smiled against Cara’s lips. “It’s not flattery.” She traced one finger down Cara’s neck, then let it slip past the leather covering Cara’s breast. “It’s a statement of fact. There were no others, not because I didn’t want there to be any, but because I knew if there were any, they’d simply pale in comparison to what we had.”
“Feelings, Dahlia?” Cara’s eyes squinted at the other woman. “That’s so unbecoming of you. I thought I was supposed to be the soft one.”
“I’m not asking for feelings in return, only pleasure, the kind I know only you can give me.”
“And after you lied to me and used trickery to get me back?”
“It was for your own good, don’t you see? Don’t you feel how right this is?”
With one little move, Cara’s fingers found the wetness beyond the heat of Dahlia’s thighs. She pushed forward and slipped inside, making Dahlia’s breath hitch and pupils dilate with arousal.
Dahlia bucked her hips forward, allowing for better access, a lascivious smile, mirrored by Cara, danced on her lips. Slowly, smoothly, Cara’s hand moved between Dahlia’s legs, fingers twisting just so while Cara’s eyes searched for the reaction on the other woman’s face.
“You were never like this,” Dahlia breathed. “Attentive.”
Cara gave her a raised eyebrow in response. “Would you rather have me shackle you, bend you over the block and take you that way instead?”
“As interesting as that might sound, no.” She hooked her arm around Cara’s neck, searching for leverage as she lifted off the bed to meet Cara’s slow but purposeful strokes. “But I do want to feel you, all of you.” She pulled Cara in, kissed her hungrily and then shifted so she sat up in Cara’s lap, straddling her. She then lay back, pulling Cara along with her weight until Cara was on top of her, pinning her against the mattress.
Cara moved, arranging herself comfortably between Dahlia’s legs, but when she reached over to unbuckle her Agiel holster, Dahlia’s hand on hers stopped her.
“No, leave them on,” she purred. “That’s how much I’ve missed you.”
The Agiel’s magic, even though harnessed while holstered, still worked its purpose. Cara saw the other woman tighten her jaw when she wrapped Dahlia’s leg over her left thigh and the Agiels touched bare skin. The surge of lust however was far stronger than pain.
Cara began to move, cool leather against hot skin, holding herself up over Dahlia with one arm, burying fingers of her free hand into the back of Dahlia’s braid and tugging, forcing her head back until her neck was arched and exposed. With a long swipe of her tongue, Cara licked a path up Dahlia’s neck and then bit down at the side of her jaw until she was sure it would bruise.
Dahlia clutched at Cara’s leather, clawed at her back, pulling her closer, lifting her hips up to meet Cara’s rhythm. The seams, the straps, the buckles at Cara’s waist chaffed against the delicate skin of Dahlia’s thighs but she reveled in it - the friction - it felt so good, so raw.
“Savage,” Dahlia squeezed through her teeth with a sneer, moving the hair from Cara’s face so she could see the hunger, the need burning in the other woman’s eyes as Cara moved against her with the force and urgency of life versus death.
“You’ve missed me too, haven’t you?” Dahlia’s gray eyes hooded with pleasure held Cara’s gaze. “The little adventure you indulged yourself in with the Seeker and the Mother Confessor, it was only a distraction until you could get back onto your true path, come back to where you truly belong. To me.” She breathed heavily, holding onto Cara as tightly as she could while the other woman hovered over her, moved between her thighs. The Agiel’s magic vibrated through her in the most delicious way, turning the pain she could once barely stand into the best kind of pleasure one could give to another.
“Shut up, Dahlia,” Cara hissed and then pushed forward with more force, eliciting a low growl from the woman beneath her.
“You were never the one for silent intimacies,” Dahlia lifted up to catch Cara’s lips with her teeth. She bit down and pulled and then chuckled when Cara pushed her back down roughly as if she was a nuisance. “Is it a habit you picked up during your time with the Confessor?”
“Jealous, Dahlia?”
A long moan and a buck of the hips upward later, Dahlia exhaled, “Just curious. She seems like a challenge.”
With dark eyes and a sneer, Cara freed her hand from Dahlia’s hair and then stripped her glove with a swift yank of her teeth. She buried her fingers into Dahila, stealing the breath from her lungs once again.
“That’s more like it.” Dahlia smiled and then threw her head back enjoying the wave building up inside of her. “This is the Cara I know.”
“You appear to know so little of me if this is the most important thing you remember.”
Dahlia cupped Cara’s face with both of her palms and seemed thoughtful for a moment, vulnerable even. She parted her lips as if to say something, but hesitated, and then the heat took over her and she arched her back off the bed, grabbed onto Cara’s hair and pulled her closer. She drowned her moan with a deep kiss, holding Cara against her heaving chest almost desperately until her body settled down in the post orgasmic chill and she let go of Cara, completely.
“You’ve become so easy to please.” Cara smiled down at her.
“The night is still young,” Dahlia chuckled as Cara rolled off of her and plopped onto the bed beside her. “You need to keep your strength for the later hour.” She rolled onto her side, draping one leg over Cara’s knee. She propped herself up with her elbow and then kissed a wet path across Cara’s chest. She licked the saltiness of sweat off her lips. “We haven’t even gotten to the part where I show you how deeply you were missed.”
“Some other time, then.” Cara smiled and settled herself comfortably into the covers. “My adventure with the Seeker seems to have made me lazy.”
Dahila squinted, “Petulant would be more likely.”
Closing her eyes, Cara smiled widely. “Petulant would, most possibly, entirely be the Mother Confessor’s doing.”
The end