FIC: THUNDER ONLY HAPPENS WHEN IT'S RAINING (27/?)
Title: Thunder only happens when it's raining
Author: zagadka4_lj
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: PG 17
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Legend of The Seeker and this was written for enjoyment; certainly mine, hopefully yours.
Summary: Set immediatly after Tears.
When the Keeper was defeated, it seemed that life should start again with happiness and joy, but now Kahlan was feeling only woe and sadness. Along the way toward home, things go awry for the Seeker and his band. They are forced to take paths which will bring them to face what future holds and deal with events from the past. Kahlan will find out that love has many sides and shapes.
Words Count: 1843
A/N: This is my very first writing work and for this reason my style and my skill with english will change as the chapters go by (hopefully improving...)
I consider this fic as my personal version of season 3 and it is entirely based on the TV Show also because I haven't read the books. The title of the fic and of the chapters are all titles or verses taken from songs of my favorite band The Corrs.
I am posting this story also on Fanfiction.net (username zagadka4); my aim is to catch up here and then proceed at the same pace on both sites.
Chapter 27 - Somebody for someone
(Title from the song “Somebody for someone”)
The morning after Kahlan woke up in the bed alone, Cara wasn’t there.
The Confessor sat on the mattress and looked around to find the other woman in the room, but the blonde wasn’t anywhere in sight. Kahlan didn't know if had to be relived or worry about that. The flames in the fireplace were burning jauntily, indicating that someone had recently taken care of rekindling the fire. But over this, there was no other trace of the Mord-Sith’s presence.
Kahlan stood up and prepared herself quickly. The worry was ringing definitely louder than the relief and she surely didn’t want Cara to throw herself into troubles without a diplomatic Confessor around to settle things.
The bitterness for what had happened the night before was still clutching at her stomach, but somehow a little sleep helped her to see things less worse and believe in the possibility she could overcome this new unfair feeling crept inside of her.
She went down the stairs and the inn's keeper immediately came to greet her with a broad smile and the widest kindness, wishing her good morning and asking her whether she had slept well, hoping that she had found herself comfortable in his modest inn. These manners were all too caring and even if she wasn't a Confessor, Kahlan would have read the forced courtesy in the man's stance, behind which the brunette was catching a shade of fear.
He led Kahlan to a table and served her a sumptuous breakfast, telling her that her companion left a message for her: Cara had already eaten and had gone to the stables to collect their horses. Kahlan asked for the check, but the man hurried saying - with a glimpse of horror in his eyes - that everything was already settled. Kahlan guessed that Cara must have suggested the man to treat the Confessor with kindness and arranged for the payment. The brunette smiled inwardly at the thought of the poor man intimidated by the Mord-Sith's glares, despite this being exactly the behavior she ordered Cara to avoid the day before. Mule head!
While the brunette was finishing her meal, she heard a hustle coming from outside and the squeal of a man, followed by a known female's thundering voice. This was the unmistakable sign that the quiet breakfast was over. The Confessor sighed, rolling her eyes and rushed over to the inn’s door.
Cara was holding a soldier by his wrist, twisting his arm behind his back, forcing him on his knees. The man had a sweated face and a pained grimace was contorting his mouth. He was begging for mercy.
“Cara, leave that man!” Kahlan’s words immediately echoed with the grave tone of the Mother Confessor.
“Not until he obeys my order.” The blonde replied without even blinking at the intimidation she had just received.
“Pleaseee leave me, you’re breaking my shoulder.” The kneeling man cried loud.
“CARA, LEAVE HIM NOW!” Kahlan was furious. How could Cara put the mission in danger for a stupid spat with a soldier?
“NO.” The Mord-Sith replied with the same heated resoluteness, but keeping her stance controlled. Then she applied to the man. “TELL IT.”
The man resolved to do as requested. “I’m sorry.” He cheeped.
“Louder! And with more conviction!” Cara pressed him still angered, but with a hint of satisfaction for the umpteenth small incursion into her daunting Mord-Sith’s habits, though she perfectly knew Kahlan had insistently advised her against this kind of gestures.
“I’M SORRY!” He cried at top of his lungs.
“Cara he told what you wanted, leave him now.” Kahlan insisted. Luckily it was early morning and there wasn't many people around, but this situation could turn fast into a trouble much bigger than the one they incurred into the previous day. Looking more closely the Confessor noticed that she had already seen the captured soldier both in the evening - at the moment of the accident with the stumbling girl - and that night during the show Cara had put on in the hall of the inn.
Cara loosened her grip a little, but didn’t release the man. She lowered on him and softly purred in his hear:
“Now apologize.”
He panted and hurried to say:
“Forgive me, Mistress.”
“Not to me, to her.” Cara tilted her head toward the brunette.
The man turned his face toward Kahlan and repeated with trembling body but steady voice:
“Forgive me Mistress, I’m sorry. I’ve been stupid! It won’t happen again.” He sounded very much convinced now. Kahlan was puzzled, but remained silent.
Instead Cara widely smiled satisfied and released the man, who darted away as fast as an arrow. The Confessor stepped toward the blonde with a totally peeved look, but Cara didn’t give her the time to say anything.
“Our horses are ready, saddled and loaded with our packs. We should better leave before that coward comes back with twenty men in the pathetic attempt of repairing his broken pride.” She declared, clearly pleased that she had achieved her purpose with that man, whatever it was.
Kahlan reluctantly nodded and headed to the horses with her unpredictable companion.
“Are you going to tell me what happened with that guard?”
Kahlan was staring at Cara, who was instead obstinately avoiding the other woman’s eyes and keeping her gaze straight ahead. The blonde limited to emit a puff, riding her horse in a quiet trot, after the full gallop they had engaged before, to put the most possible distance between them and that troubling village.
“What did he do to you, to drive you so mad?” The brunette insisted.
“He was insolent.” Cara flatly mumbled; her scowl deeper than usual and telling Kahlan that the Mord-sith was more bothered than she showed. It just made Kahlan even more tickled by the blonde’s obstinacy at keeping this secret. This odd matter was holding back her worries and having her earnestly amused.
“What did he say?”
Cara grunted stubbornly, still unwilling to concede more explanations to her hassling comrade.
“Come on Cara, tell me!” The Confessor was almost laughing, all excited by the curiosity.
The Mord-Sith turned abruptly her head to Kahlan and blurted:
“He asked me the price to have my brunette whore for this night!”
“Oh…” Kahlan slightly blushed and nothing else slipped out of her mouth.
“He said you get him absolutely randy.” Cara insisted, with an half smirk on her face, enjoying Kahlan’s abashing. The Confessor remained staring at her, divided between the annoyance for the insult she had received from the soldier and the appreciation for Cara’s gallant reaction in safeguarding her reputation.
“So,” Kahlan resumed after a minute of silence and maliciously smiling in the foretasting of the teasing “you have no problems in publicly dealing with my supposed spoiled virtue, but you have several with the questioning of my honor?”
Cara turned to her with a jerk and a meaningful pout in her face.
“That was different! He hadn’t the right to talk that way about you.” She reddened and waited a bit before adding “If he had known who you are, he would have cut off his tongue.”
Kahlan’s heart swelled seeing Cara’s zeal. The blonde perceived that the other woman was somewhat moved, therefore felt compelled, as usual, to say something that drew the attention away from her and her stupid red cheeks.
“He also asked whether there was the possibility of watching us, while we were doing it.”
Kahlan instantly blushed. She averted her look from Cara’s, lowering the gaze to the ground, while her mind drifted to forbidden fantasies of a moaning Cara laying naked upon her and kissing her everywhere. The brunette’s heat increased and a low pulse started throbbing between her thighs; the same torture she had endured for long hours the night before. She forced herself not to linger on these unhealthy thoughts and asked:
“How could that simple soldier be so shameless to ask a Mord-Sith such a thing?”
Cara put her barefaced, slightly snobbish smile on. “You know what it’s said about men, don’t you? Creator provided them with a brain and a dick, but not enough blood to make them work simultaneously.” Kahlan couldn’t help but chuckle, truly amused by Cara’s wit.
“But I took care of teaching him to hold in check his libidinous initiatives. Especially when he deals with a Mord-Sith.” The blonde concluded, pleased to see Kahlan more relaxed.
After some minutes of silence Cara opened her mouth again.
“I couldn’t allow that moron saying those things about you.” A brief pause followed.
“You are the Lord Rahl’s betrothed!” Cara stressed her reasons and it sounded a bit weird to Kahlan, because unlike usual, she wasn't questioning Cara's motivations or urging her to tell more. So why was Cara justifying herself?
The brunette purposely kept her mouth shut as it seemed that Cara had something more to say: the blonde’s talks were so rare recently that Kahlan didn’t want to lose the opportunity of hearing what her companion had to tell her.
“He was disrespectful...” Cara resumed then another pause followed, this time longer than before, during which the Mord-Sith furrowed her brows in deep and conflicting thoughts.
“… and so was I.” She finally declared, struggling as if she had just extracted a tooth. Cara risked a brief glance toward Kahlan and saw her puzzlement and unexpectedly silent reaction. This confusion in the brunette’s expression compelled the awkward Mord-Sith to add more.
“Well… despite your list of things I have or haven’t to do was pretty long, I can surely say there wasn’t mention about ‘don’t kiss’. But you’re right, I shouldn’t have done that.” The blonde was now purposely looking forward, avoiding Kahlan’s blue eyes, which were instead glued on her.
“So I think I can add this with the others ‘don’t’s. I promise you it won’t happen again.” Cara concluded.
And though this pledge wasn’t completely pleasing Kahlan, she felt a heavy fluttering of butterflies in her stomach, seeing the honest and clumsily funny Cara’s effort of apologizing. The blonde very very much seemed to care for her…
Again Cara looked tentatively at the Confessor and saw the emotion written all over her features; awesome blue eyes blinking and doubtlessly glistening. The blonde rummaged in her head to find something witty to say, that could put her out of this embarrass, but nothing really smart came to her mind. So she just declared:
“Since you kissed me once long time ago, now we can say we are even, okay?”
Kahlan blinked again and smiled, thinking that the two kisses weren’t exactly comparable, but the tenderness of Cara's struggling now with her awkward and totally unexpected speech prevented her from arguing the point. She simply and sweetly replied:
“Okay.”
Author: zagadka4_lj
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: PG 17
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Legend of The Seeker and this was written for enjoyment; certainly mine, hopefully yours.
Summary: Set immediatly after Tears.
When the Keeper was defeated, it seemed that life should start again with happiness and joy, but now Kahlan was feeling only woe and sadness. Along the way toward home, things go awry for the Seeker and his band. They are forced to take paths which will bring them to face what future holds and deal with events from the past. Kahlan will find out that love has many sides and shapes.
Words Count: 1843
A/N: This is my very first writing work and for this reason my style and my skill with english will change as the chapters go by (hopefully improving...)
I consider this fic as my personal version of season 3 and it is entirely based on the TV Show also because I haven't read the books. The title of the fic and of the chapters are all titles or verses taken from songs of my favorite band The Corrs.
I am posting this story also on Fanfiction.net (username zagadka4); my aim is to catch up here and then proceed at the same pace on both sites.
Chapter 27 - Somebody for someone
(Title from the song “Somebody for someone”)
The morning after Kahlan woke up in the bed alone, Cara wasn’t there.
The Confessor sat on the mattress and looked around to find the other woman in the room, but the blonde wasn’t anywhere in sight. Kahlan didn't know if had to be relived or worry about that. The flames in the fireplace were burning jauntily, indicating that someone had recently taken care of rekindling the fire. But over this, there was no other trace of the Mord-Sith’s presence.
Kahlan stood up and prepared herself quickly. The worry was ringing definitely louder than the relief and she surely didn’t want Cara to throw herself into troubles without a diplomatic Confessor around to settle things.
The bitterness for what had happened the night before was still clutching at her stomach, but somehow a little sleep helped her to see things less worse and believe in the possibility she could overcome this new unfair feeling crept inside of her.
She went down the stairs and the inn's keeper immediately came to greet her with a broad smile and the widest kindness, wishing her good morning and asking her whether she had slept well, hoping that she had found herself comfortable in his modest inn. These manners were all too caring and even if she wasn't a Confessor, Kahlan would have read the forced courtesy in the man's stance, behind which the brunette was catching a shade of fear.
He led Kahlan to a table and served her a sumptuous breakfast, telling her that her companion left a message for her: Cara had already eaten and had gone to the stables to collect their horses. Kahlan asked for the check, but the man hurried saying - with a glimpse of horror in his eyes - that everything was already settled. Kahlan guessed that Cara must have suggested the man to treat the Confessor with kindness and arranged for the payment. The brunette smiled inwardly at the thought of the poor man intimidated by the Mord-Sith's glares, despite this being exactly the behavior she ordered Cara to avoid the day before. Mule head!
While the brunette was finishing her meal, she heard a hustle coming from outside and the squeal of a man, followed by a known female's thundering voice. This was the unmistakable sign that the quiet breakfast was over. The Confessor sighed, rolling her eyes and rushed over to the inn’s door.
Cara was holding a soldier by his wrist, twisting his arm behind his back, forcing him on his knees. The man had a sweated face and a pained grimace was contorting his mouth. He was begging for mercy.
“Cara, leave that man!” Kahlan’s words immediately echoed with the grave tone of the Mother Confessor.
“Not until he obeys my order.” The blonde replied without even blinking at the intimidation she had just received.
“Pleaseee leave me, you’re breaking my shoulder.” The kneeling man cried loud.
“CARA, LEAVE HIM NOW!” Kahlan was furious. How could Cara put the mission in danger for a stupid spat with a soldier?
“NO.” The Mord-Sith replied with the same heated resoluteness, but keeping her stance controlled. Then she applied to the man. “TELL IT.”
The man resolved to do as requested. “I’m sorry.” He cheeped.
“Louder! And with more conviction!” Cara pressed him still angered, but with a hint of satisfaction for the umpteenth small incursion into her daunting Mord-Sith’s habits, though she perfectly knew Kahlan had insistently advised her against this kind of gestures.
“I’M SORRY!” He cried at top of his lungs.
“Cara he told what you wanted, leave him now.” Kahlan insisted. Luckily it was early morning and there wasn't many people around, but this situation could turn fast into a trouble much bigger than the one they incurred into the previous day. Looking more closely the Confessor noticed that she had already seen the captured soldier both in the evening - at the moment of the accident with the stumbling girl - and that night during the show Cara had put on in the hall of the inn.
Cara loosened her grip a little, but didn’t release the man. She lowered on him and softly purred in his hear:
“Now apologize.”
He panted and hurried to say:
“Forgive me, Mistress.”
“Not to me, to her.” Cara tilted her head toward the brunette.
The man turned his face toward Kahlan and repeated with trembling body but steady voice:
“Forgive me Mistress, I’m sorry. I’ve been stupid! It won’t happen again.” He sounded very much convinced now. Kahlan was puzzled, but remained silent.
Instead Cara widely smiled satisfied and released the man, who darted away as fast as an arrow. The Confessor stepped toward the blonde with a totally peeved look, but Cara didn’t give her the time to say anything.
“Our horses are ready, saddled and loaded with our packs. We should better leave before that coward comes back with twenty men in the pathetic attempt of repairing his broken pride.” She declared, clearly pleased that she had achieved her purpose with that man, whatever it was.
Kahlan reluctantly nodded and headed to the horses with her unpredictable companion.
“Are you going to tell me what happened with that guard?”
Kahlan was staring at Cara, who was instead obstinately avoiding the other woman’s eyes and keeping her gaze straight ahead. The blonde limited to emit a puff, riding her horse in a quiet trot, after the full gallop they had engaged before, to put the most possible distance between them and that troubling village.
“What did he do to you, to drive you so mad?” The brunette insisted.
“He was insolent.” Cara flatly mumbled; her scowl deeper than usual and telling Kahlan that the Mord-sith was more bothered than she showed. It just made Kahlan even more tickled by the blonde’s obstinacy at keeping this secret. This odd matter was holding back her worries and having her earnestly amused.
“What did he say?”
Cara grunted stubbornly, still unwilling to concede more explanations to her hassling comrade.
“Come on Cara, tell me!” The Confessor was almost laughing, all excited by the curiosity.
The Mord-Sith turned abruptly her head to Kahlan and blurted:
“He asked me the price to have my brunette whore for this night!”
“Oh…” Kahlan slightly blushed and nothing else slipped out of her mouth.
“He said you get him absolutely randy.” Cara insisted, with an half smirk on her face, enjoying Kahlan’s abashing. The Confessor remained staring at her, divided between the annoyance for the insult she had received from the soldier and the appreciation for Cara’s gallant reaction in safeguarding her reputation.
“So,” Kahlan resumed after a minute of silence and maliciously smiling in the foretasting of the teasing “you have no problems in publicly dealing with my supposed spoiled virtue, but you have several with the questioning of my honor?”
Cara turned to her with a jerk and a meaningful pout in her face.
“That was different! He hadn’t the right to talk that way about you.” She reddened and waited a bit before adding “If he had known who you are, he would have cut off his tongue.”
Kahlan’s heart swelled seeing Cara’s zeal. The blonde perceived that the other woman was somewhat moved, therefore felt compelled, as usual, to say something that drew the attention away from her and her stupid red cheeks.
“He also asked whether there was the possibility of watching us, while we were doing it.”
Kahlan instantly blushed. She averted her look from Cara’s, lowering the gaze to the ground, while her mind drifted to forbidden fantasies of a moaning Cara laying naked upon her and kissing her everywhere. The brunette’s heat increased and a low pulse started throbbing between her thighs; the same torture she had endured for long hours the night before. She forced herself not to linger on these unhealthy thoughts and asked:
“How could that simple soldier be so shameless to ask a Mord-Sith such a thing?”
Cara put her barefaced, slightly snobbish smile on. “You know what it’s said about men, don’t you? Creator provided them with a brain and a dick, but not enough blood to make them work simultaneously.” Kahlan couldn’t help but chuckle, truly amused by Cara’s wit.
“But I took care of teaching him to hold in check his libidinous initiatives. Especially when he deals with a Mord-Sith.” The blonde concluded, pleased to see Kahlan more relaxed.
After some minutes of silence Cara opened her mouth again.
“I couldn’t allow that moron saying those things about you.” A brief pause followed.
“You are the Lord Rahl’s betrothed!” Cara stressed her reasons and it sounded a bit weird to Kahlan, because unlike usual, she wasn't questioning Cara's motivations or urging her to tell more. So why was Cara justifying herself?
The brunette purposely kept her mouth shut as it seemed that Cara had something more to say: the blonde’s talks were so rare recently that Kahlan didn’t want to lose the opportunity of hearing what her companion had to tell her.
“He was disrespectful...” Cara resumed then another pause followed, this time longer than before, during which the Mord-Sith furrowed her brows in deep and conflicting thoughts.
“… and so was I.” She finally declared, struggling as if she had just extracted a tooth. Cara risked a brief glance toward Kahlan and saw her puzzlement and unexpectedly silent reaction. This confusion in the brunette’s expression compelled the awkward Mord-Sith to add more.
“Well… despite your list of things I have or haven’t to do was pretty long, I can surely say there wasn’t mention about ‘don’t kiss’. But you’re right, I shouldn’t have done that.” The blonde was now purposely looking forward, avoiding Kahlan’s blue eyes, which were instead glued on her.
“So I think I can add this with the others ‘don’t’s. I promise you it won’t happen again.” Cara concluded.
And though this pledge wasn’t completely pleasing Kahlan, she felt a heavy fluttering of butterflies in her stomach, seeing the honest and clumsily funny Cara’s effort of apologizing. The blonde very very much seemed to care for her…
Again Cara looked tentatively at the Confessor and saw the emotion written all over her features; awesome blue eyes blinking and doubtlessly glistening. The blonde rummaged in her head to find something witty to say, that could put her out of this embarrass, but nothing really smart came to her mind. So she just declared:
“Since you kissed me once long time ago, now we can say we are even, okay?”
Kahlan blinked again and smiled, thinking that the two kisses weren’t exactly comparable, but the tenderness of Cara's struggling now with her awkward and totally unexpected speech prevented her from arguing the point. She simply and sweetly replied:
“Okay.”