Fic: Broken Chains 7/?
Title: Broken chains Part 7/?
Author: chickinwhite
Pairing: Kahlan/Cara
Rating: PG 17
Word account: ~6200
Summary: This adventure starts a good time after tears. It is about old scars and new bonds,
about friends and foes, about confidence and betraying,
Disclaimer: Nothing of LotS belongs to me (such a pity!) - no business, just fan-fun
AN: ...with this chapter my respect for all the wonderful writers here around has once more grown endlessly cause they all let it seem so easy - but I´ve learned it´s hard work... :)
Well, I´d like to say thank you to all of you who are so greatly supporting me with your wonderful comments! And a nice part of it is for you, jolo_65 , cause you so nicely asked for "at least, give us a little something" - Hope you enjoy it!! :D
AN2: I think this might be a good point to leave you for a little while. There are some serious RL-questions that need to be answered. And I try to see it as an opportunity to recharge my wanna-be-writer´s batteries... :)
No, don´t worry! I´ll be back with the story in maybe 3 or 4 weeks. And I will gladly say Hello to all of you then!
Part 1; Part 2; Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
The two horses had fallen into a slow, steady trot. The sound of their hooves on the stony road was an almost synchronic rattle. During the last hours the scenery had changed into a wide, slightly wavy plain; here and there spotted by a gathering of weathered rocks, which were building up into little hills, some of them as huge as the Confessor´s Palace, craggy and angled; others hardly more than a huddle of stones. The bigger ones were home to small copes and scrubland. The spots between sprawled with lush young grass. Little animals like hares and pheasants startled and rushed away every now and then while the horses trotted along.
The women on their backs had been taciturn ever since they had left the wizard and the two Mord Sith at the frontier.
Cara kept herself busy; her eyes were vigilantly travelling nonstop along the road ahead and sideward; wary as always. She focused on her task, blocked her mind to what had happened recently; concentrating on the one thing that left: guarding the Mother Confessor. Keeping her safe and unharmed. That was all what mattered.
She did not allow herself to think about the woman at her side. Much less about the both of them. Did not want to think about how these last years would have looked like, if fate had led them on another path; what her life would have been if Richard would not have betrayed them.
It was not real. Thoughts like that would not change anything. It had passed. Had not meant to be. They had been fools. It had been a dead end from the beginning.
Things had changed. Kahlan was no longer her companion, no longer the woman whose presence felt so naturally at her side in battles. She was the Mother Confessor. The Midland´s highest authority. The queen above queens. And she, Cara, was still just a Mord Sith.
There was nothing more to say.
And while one part of her, the silly, childish Cara-Mason-Part, wanted to scream against that fact, wanted to be something she could never be, wanted to reach out for the Confessor and touch her; eagerly desired to be touched; by the one who was meant to kill the likes of her with her touch only; wished to go back to that stolen happiness she had felt in her arms once;
the other, stronger part of her, the one that ruled her, that was Mistress Cara, willingly embraced the pain that was the fact, that she did not deserve such happiness. That it all had been a mistake. That she had betrayed her Lord Rahl long before he had betrayed the both of them.
Whenever the silent scream of her inner Cara Mason tried to echo through her mind, her Inner Mistress stabbed an agiel into her chest, viciously repeating Kahlan´s words again and again...
Never.Dare.Touch Me. Again! ...You have no right!
The words kept ringing in her ears. And Mistress Cara knew the Confessor was right. She had no such rights. She was Mord Sith. Mord Sith were not made for such rights.
So she rode in stoic silence, eyes narrowed; with clenched jaw and stiffened back; never bothering to even peek at the woman to her left. Despite these little sparks of aching longing that shot briefly through her veins; occasionally; when she felt her blue eyes resting on her hesitatingly. Despite her need to answer her stares; and she was thankful for her strength that kept her distant.
Kahlan, at her side, was more fidgety. The first leagues of riding alone with the Mord Sith had been filled with pondering silence. The brunette had thought all the happenings of the night and their consequences over and over. There was so much to think about. And the new appearance of Rahl was the smallest of her concerns. She could not comprehend how Richard had been ruthless enough to disdain her heart and her soul, to disdain the right that he had always been fighting for: the right of self-determination... What had he thought who he was?
But the longer time stretched, the more her thoughts tended to put her wrath behind her, her disappointment; yes, even her hurt; the more her mind focused on the woman at her side. Her eyes settled on the blonde again and again.
The one who was her fate. Had ever been.
Would always be.
She thought about last night; about the months before; about the years...
All that had happened, all that had already been lost.
Until Cara had kissed her.
And I have rebuffed her.
Kahlan almost whined; knowing that she had expelled herself from Cara´s feelings the moment she had rejected her. She had sensed how the blonde had retreated, how she had went hiding behind her Mord Sith walls. And now she seemed inapproachable and offish. The cold of her walls reflecting her glares as if defending the blonde against them.
Kahlan could only imagine the ways the blonde had tried to get over her feelings before; she guessed that Cara had been in the dungeons, that she had forced a sister to train her, to beat the memories out of her mind. And she felt guilty. But that did not compare to the guilt she felt for having her hurt again.
The Confessor fought against welling tears, realizing that she had probably missed the one chance to revive their love.
Though she had seen it in her eyes; the instant before she had attacked her with her kiss. There had been something shining in them. Kahlan was sure of that. The blonde had not forgotten. Neither had she.
Kahlan had tried, had desperately blocked it from her mind; until at last she had lost herself in fighting it.
Zedd was right; she had lived in a cell. Had been a prisoner in her own mind. She had not been complete; these years without Cara had ripped her apart. And she wanted desperately being whole again. Being with Cara! She wanted her love. Needed her love.
She would not survive losing her again.
Kahlan closed her eyes, sighing a silent pray to the Spirits. To give her the strength to break through these walls, to tear them down. That she would be granted another chance...
It was towards evening when from west clouds loomed to concoct, quickly mounting up into threatening thundery clouds. Within short times true towers of dark shadows gathered to create a wall of blackness, golden evening sunbeams struggling in a futile battle against their moves, quickly fading under their overwhelming superiority. Soon the already ruddily sun ducked shyly behind the first messengers of rain, as if hiding from menacing flashing lightning at the horizon.
Kahlan searched the sky, concern in her eyes. Vapors of grey veils came hastily rushing along. She turned towards Cara and called her.
“We will need shelter, Cara. Have you seen something?”
Cara´s eyes swept over the karst territory. A hill to their left offered a small conglomeration of trees among huge rocks, possibly hiding a shelter for them. She pointed into the direction.
“We should try it over there. Perhaps there are enough rocks to shield us against the worst.”
The two women pushed their horses, which eagerly speeded up their pace, already nervous at the change in the weather pattern.
It took them a good while to find a path between the rocks. Angry breezes turned into raging winds. Yanking at them, hunting them as if they were prey for them. Clouds greedily ate the light away while first heavy drops smacked against their skin. Doggedly they stemmed against the winds. A rolling thunder growled afield. And then the floodgates of heaven opened in a sudden. Rain darted down on them in a thick veil, almost blocking their sight. Shadow whinnied nervously when a lightening startled him. Kahlan jumped from his back to lead him carefully on the slippery path to a black hole in the rocks that lay ahead. She had barely heard the blonde shouting, but seen her arm pointing in its direction.
When she finally reached the entrance of the cave, she was soaked to the skin. She tugged Shadow inside and immediately pulled the blankets from his back, wrapping one around her wet, shivering figure. Then turned to explore the cave.
Outside Cara had reached the entrance as well. Before following Kahlan she made a few steps to each side of the cave to make sure that there was no surprise awaiting them, neither an animalistic nor a human one. She did not find anything suspicious, which was not astonishing, given to the fact that only fools would be out in such weather.
“Fools like us...” she muttered through the cascading water while she turned to finally get into the cave, hoping it would offer enough space for all of them. Her black steed did not wait for her invitation but jostled past her.
Inside there was black darkness surrounding her, except for a faint shimmer of grey light, reaching just as far as the horses stood. Shadow was easily seen, though his wet fur had darkened, but Cara´s own horse seemed to be swallowed by the darkness immediately.
The Mord Sith turned to look around. A huff escaped her lips when absolutely nothing was to be seen, as if a blindfold had been put over her eyes. She made a few unsure steps, then stopped and listened. Nothing! Frowning she strained her ears a little more.
That tiny spark of panic that wanted to rise in her chest as she realized that Kahlan was not near made her growl in anger against the blackness.
“Kahlan?... Kahlan???” She thought she heard a rustling somewhere and stepped carefully forward.
“Kahlan?” her voice a hoarse, muffled call.
“I´m here, Cara! I´m right here!” Her soft dark voice sounded surprisingly near and Cara took a few more steps, until she almost barged against an invisible soft form. There was a brief low chuckle and a hand fumbling for her arm, gripping tightly and tugging her further, until she felt the warmth of a gentle breath touching her skin.
“I´m right here...” The whispered words flew spherically. Another warm wave of air was carrying them towards her ear. The grip on her arm softened, the hand stroking gently up and down.
Cara stiffened. A creepy, sudden wobbliness stirred her insides, adding to the odd feeling of being blinded that frayed her nerves, making things difficult. She could not see Kahlan, could not rate her mood. Her eyes struggled against the darkness to gain at least a hint of sight.
“We... need to make a fire.” She muttered, her voice far from her intended snippiness.
Another low chuckle.
“Hmm... do we?”
Cara felt a second hand brushing against her stomach as if haphazardly, before gliding easily over her drenched leather, sneaking along her waist to her side and trailing slowly a path upwards. Her body went tense. Her left hand wrapped around an agiel, her right clenched into a fist. She tried hard to stay focused.
“Kahlan, we should...”
“Shh...” a solitaire finger swept over her face and found her mouth to seal it firmly, jailing her words behind her lips. It lingered there for a few heartbeats, as if hesitating to leave their softness, while a smooth body closed the distance between them, slowly leaning in until Cara could feel the mounds of her breasts heaving slightly against her own chest with every breath she inhaled. She tried to flinch, a perturbing feeling of some nervous uncertainty building up in her stomach, but the hand on her arm swiftly slid to her back to hold her in place with soft but determined pressure. The finger on her mouth was joined by another soft pad, stroking tenderly along the welling curves of her lips, drawing their lines back and forth. All along the way soft, warm breath stroke her cheeks.
Cara closed her eyes and swallowed against the small lump in her throat. There was an increasing pressure of firm breasts against her chest. And a confident hand on her back, that started traveling upwards. Slowly. Caressing its way to her shoulder, to her neck. A shiver ran down her spine and for a moment Cara wanted badly to believe it was because of the chilling wetness of her leather. But when the hand crawled through the rain-soaked strands of her hair to massage her scalp; as it glided slowly further, fleetingly stroking her earlobe and finally settled on her cheek; as a thumb stroke over her closed lips, she couldn´t hold back any longer the tiny noise that welled up, answered immediately by a small puff of warm air that swept along her skin, just as though a breath was released in relief.
And then she felt her mouth, sweeping feather-light over her skin; finally searching for her lips, meeting them with a tender brush.
“I missed you.” Nothing more than a whisper. She couldn´t help but imagine the look on Kahlan´s face, imagined how her eyes slipped close as her soft lips brushed against hers, pressing shyly, then parting, allowing the tip of her tongue a brief lick; a timid request for entrance.
Cara nearly forgot how to breathe. Sudden warmth twirled in her belly.
This couldn´t be real. Just a surreal dream like all the dreams she had dreamed before. She remembered every single one of them. When she had clung desperately to the memories of these finger´s touch, sweeping over her skin; when she had tasted the ghost of her soft lips on her own; when Berdine had trained her. Until dead faint had graced her pause.
She had fought these dreams! And she had failed.
This couldn´t be real.
What if she would wake up again into that painful empty reality, like so many times before...
Kahlan...
This had to be real.
She wanted it to be real.
She was here, touching her, leaning into her. It was her voice that whispered into her ear. It was her body that tried to melt into her own... She could feel her. Smell the precious scent of her skin...
Cara felt her walls dangle, and clenched her jaw while waiting for the fear to rise up.
“I missed you... so much. To feel you.” The blonde barely suppressed another moan. Her heart fluttered.
If Kahlan said it again, she would break. She knew it.
And Kahlan did.
While a hand stroke ever so slightly her side up and down, sweeping softly over the swelling of her breast, sensible fingers knowing the exact pressure to make her nipples hard without been touched.
“... I missed you Cara...” a broken whisper, rolling through the air, echoing in her mind...the muffled sound of a tiny sigh...and Cara was no longer able to defend her walls.
In the next moment, when soft lips brushed against hers, Cara let go of her agiel and gripped her upper arms, groaning; pulling her roughly closer while shoving her back all the same, until the cave´s wall intercepted their move. Kahlan felt sudden need and desire dance again her heating skin and let her take over willingly. She groaned when hard stone, thickly covered with soft moss, hit her back. But she eagerly delivered herself to the greedy lips that pressed on her own as if only her breath would grant living, that feverish tongue that begged for entrance, which was instantly granted. Both of them were entrained by the wave of need, of desire, of hunger that consumed them, their hands fumbling through the blackness, desperately searching for contact. Cara buried her fingers in the wetness of Kahlan´s hair, pulling her closer. Her lips pressed hard on Kahlan´s, ravishing her mouth. She moaned as her tongue slipped in to meet its counterpart, touching and stroking fiercely, falling into a possessive dance. Pushing forth and pulling back in a frenzy rhythm as if fighting for dominion.
Though, dominion was no subject.
Hunger and passion were. Longing and starving for years were.
Kahlan felt strong hands cupping her cheeks and almost whined. Her leather gloves were cold and wet and slippery and sent shivers down her spine. The contrast between the chill of her grip and the feverish heat of her lips and her tongue couldn´t feel more delicious. Her strong grip fanned her flames, made her blood race. She heard her own growl when Cara drew back, just a little, gasping for air, barely able to mutter her name...
“Kahlan...”
before the Confessor´s lips crushed back on the blonde´s. Cara made a husky noise as she dragged her teeth along her lower lip, slightly biting down, then pulling it into her mouth and sucking. And she moaned dedicatively as the taste of Kahlan´s lips exploded on her tongue; instantly rewarded by a groan from Kahlan. The Confessor´s palms fell off Cara´s cheeks, gliding over her shoulders. Her nails scratched greedily along the line where bare flesh, cooled by still lasting raindrops on smooth skin, heated under her touch, and thick, heavy, lubricious leather made her want to rip it apart. They parted again, panting heavily.
“Kahlan...I...” Cara tried to fight against the darkness. She brought her hand to her mouth and roughly pulled her gloves from her hands, desperate to feel what she could not see. Her eyes stared through the blackness and imagined Kahlan´s face; heated; how her cheeks probably blushed; the way her eyes would change from brilliant blue shine into the depth of velvety midnight; the way she would bite her lower lip as she waited for Cara´s hand´s to return to her skin.... Cara almost whined as she briefly hesitated, as her insides surged against her already damaged walls with a wave of doubt. Kahlan sensed the moment without touching her. Felt the slight change in her breath as she was close to retreat. Sudden fear welled up in her chest. If she would lose her now...
All she could do was wrapping her arms around her, holding her tight, whispering her name.
“Cara...” She fought back tears. “Cara. Please. It is alright. I am right here.” She kissed her fiercely.
“I will not let you go again.”
Her head fell against Cara´s shoulder, burying in the curve of her neck. Her lips left a soft trail on the wet skin there.
“I love you Cara.”
Her hand stroke the damp leather that denied her the sensation of her skin. She lowered her head; let her tongue wipe away the chill on her collarbone. She wanted to taste so much more of Cara. Wanted to lick the rain off from her skin. Wanted to bask in her scents. And wanted to feel her bare flesh. Wanted to know how it felt to fill her. To be filled by her.
“I belong to you. Please, let me love you.” Her desperate whispers singing with deep emotion.
Her teeth pressed down on the soft welling where leather ended. She felt Cara slightly pushing her breasts against her mouth. A hopeful smile faintly curled her lips on Cara´s skin.
“I know you still love me, Cara! I felt it during the last days. I have tasted it on your lips last night. I´ve seen it in your eyes this morning... You want me Cara!”
Her hands travelled along her leather; caressing the texture of it’s moistly smoothness.
“As I want you... I love you!”
She could feel how Cara´s body trembled slightly; how she went fluid; how her muscles lost a aprt of their tension.
And finally every fiber of Kahlan´s body cheered when she heard Cara groan as she gave in, as her hands cupped her cheeks to pull her close, to kiss her with desperate determination. Her mouth telling her what words never could. She did not restrain any longer, her tongue claimed Kahlan´s mouth possessively, exploring the delicate depths in strong moves. Groaning again.
Kahlan was real. She wanted her.
She loved her...
And Cara broke. A hundred times.
As she surrendered to Kahlan.
As her tongue explored the heat in Kahlan´s mouth, as she tasted her scent. As she heard her moan and as she felt her trembling.
Her hand fumbled through the blackness and found the mounds of her breasts. Closing her eyes she forced her fingers slowly into the small slit between leather and flesh, feeling her bare skin, smooth and fresh, the delicate peak eagerly hardening as demanding fingers tweaked.
Kahlan yelped and arched against her hand as she touched her nipple. A stretched moan filled the cave as Cara lifted her breast half the way out of its leather nest; just enough to reach for the hard knob with her mouth. Kahlan felt her knees buckle slightly, a hot wave heading for her center as the blonde licked and nipped and sucked it deep into her mouth and started a feverish game of sucking and biting and licking until Kahlan felt as though her entire body stood in flames. The sensation of Cara´s wet attention on her nipple almost made her collapse against her. She felt wetness pouring between her legs, heard her own passionate groan.
The Mord Sith pressed her hard against the wall, her thigh searching contact between hers. She cursed lowly as the fresh chill of wet leather greeted her.
“We should get out of the leather.” She panted breathless between two nips.
“Hmm...” Kahlan hummed lowly. Cara lifted her head and huffed as she could not see her expressions.
“No... Kahlan! I mean... you are wet!”
One more chuckle and the tip of her tongue against her lips.
“Mmm... yes... I am...” dragging her lip into her mouth and sucking firmly, then released it. Her hips rolled heavily against Cara, grinding longingly.
“For you...”
Grunting in frustration Cara pulled roughly back. Kahlan almost wailed at losing her lucious lips before she managed an anxious huff.
“Cara?” Slight despair lay in her whisper, sudden fear that Cara would turn away.
“Kahlan... I can´t... I just... I can´t do that without seeing you, Kahlan. I... need to look at you! Do not move Kahlan. Promise.” Her voice kissed her ears with heavy breathes. Then she heard her move, heard a suppressed curse when a stone was kicked out of the way and could see her shadow appear beside the horses. The sight stirred her desire; consuming her. She took a step closer but then stopped. Her wide eyes never leaving the slender form of Cara, she moved with clumsy fingers to tug at the straps of her leather. An angry groan left her lips when the clammy leather did not obey her impatient orders at once, but eventually she succeeded in losing them.
In the faint light from outside Cara rummaged hastily through her backpack. Stuff was jerked out and flew aside disregarded. Until she found the small wooden stick Zedd had given her years ago. She took it together with the few firewood they had gathered before and turned to go back. A few steps, before she sat down and proved the ground with her hands. It was rocky and even. The wood was quickly set into a small heap and then she put the stick on it and murmured the words Zedd had taught her. A faint glow appeared, and then a small flash of lightning and the wood was aflame.
She smirked contently, biting her lip; her gaze lingered for a moment on the warm flickering light, listening to the pounding of her heart. She briefly closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath as she heard her approaching, feeling the heat of appreciation welling up in her nether regions. Her back tingled as she felt Kahlan stepping closer, a shiver running down her spine. She slowly stood. Her voice was husky.
“I... hope you...”
Her breath stopped as she turned around. Kahlan was just an arm´s length away. Her skin shimmered like fluid silver in the flickering light. All over her body. She stood naked, in all her beauty. Her long dark hair cascaded over her back in thick wet strands. Framing the majestic line of her neck. A few strands falling on her chest, leading to her full, firm breasts where half- hardened dark rosy nipples begged for attention.
Cara moaned slightly as she fought against the instant need to cup these wonderful breasts, to test their weight, to close her mouth around these proud peaks. She swallowed hard. Her eyes were barely able to leave that wonderful spot and travel further down, caressing the firm line of hips, the seductive little cave of her belly button and were finally caught by the small triangle of dark curls, vanishing between strong and slender thighs.
This time the low sound of Cara´s moan was close to a whimper. Never before had she felt such an excitement. Such a wave of all consuming emotions. She lifted her gaze to look in Kahlan´s eyes. Saw the nervous expectance there, the veil of questioning doubt covering her dark blue stare.
The blonde moved slowly, her tongue darted out to wet her lips, her dark green gaze sparkling with not only admiration but something more, something so much deeper; something that hit Kahlan with delicious impact. Her hands reached out to cup her breasts, lifting them slightly and then circling these precious nipples with her thumbs. Hot sparks raced through her veins at the sensation of this first free touch, reaching straightly for her core, successfully setting it on a wet fire. She briefly closed her eyes, let her body be flooded with this sensation until her skin prickled. When her eyes slid open again, she found Kahlan´s gaze lingering on her with such longing, that it felt as if she was stroking her face with silky fabric made of passion and desire.
“Like them?” she asked almost shyly, covering her hands with her own.
“I do.” The blonde whispered back. “Everything.” She looked into her eyes, as her hands massaged her breasts, pressing firmly and squeezing. Kahlan gasped for air, but her gaze held hers as she moved her hands and fumbled at her laces.
“Get out of it” her eyes wrapping her into dark velvet, half demanding, half begging. Cara did not need a second request. She stripped, seductively revealing her secrets in pliant motions, her gaze never leaving Kahlan´s eyes, watching as they changed from their velvet softness into dark sparkling stars in midnight sky. Kahlan stood motionless, her chest heaving, her breasts moving up and down in soft waves. Her eyes were glued to Cara´s motions. Admiring every inch of skin that was freshly exposed; the generous mounds of her breasts, the tight line of her stomach, the amazing curves of her hips; her entire body as perfect as if hand carved by the Spirit´s own artists.
A deep sigh was heard when Cara stepped out of her leather, when Kahlan had at last free sight on her beauty.
They looked at each other for a few heartbeats that seemed to stretch into a lifetime, feeling the exciting and unique sensation of being nude. For probably the first time in both their lives completely freed not only from clothes, but from all their veils, their chains. For the first time freely appreciating the others grace. Her beauty. Her everything.
It was Cara who finally reached out and pulled her close, moaning into her mouth as their lips found each other, as their breasts moved together, pressing and rubbing skin to skin, nipples hard, while their exploring hands traveled over valleys and mounds that fitted so perfectly into their palms. The blonde guided her roughly to Kahlan´s blanket that lay spread on the ground. She forced her on her back, quickly covering her body with her own, straddling her hips and leaning heavily against her.
Their kiss was fierce. An unmistakable seal to their emotions. Kahlan closed her eyes and moaned as Cara´s lips traveled along her jaw, down her neck. As she felt her hot tongue marking a trail between her breasts.
“Oh, Cara...” her hips rolled against the blonde and her eyes snapped open, watching in awe as the blonde licked at her nipple.
“Mmm... that´s good...” Cara lifted her eyes and looked at her, smiled against her flesh and the teasing pain of a bite, followed by a smoothing lick and tender sucking made her arch against the blonde with a throaty noise, followed by another moan as she felt her lapping around her nipple.
“You´re tasting... like spring... and... mmh ...” Cara bit teasingly on the underline of her right breast, sucking and lapping copiously, while a knowing hand slid over her stomach and down to short curls, ghosting over their surface.
Kahlan almost purred, her chest pressing against Cara´s fervent tongue. Her thighs parted willingly to allow her hand more space for further explorations. She felt her center clenching and her juices gushing. Everything inside her seemed to move towards the blonde. She could barely restrain from begging for her fingers.
Cara looked at her, intensely watching as she squirmed under her touches. Her gaze dark and deep and tempting. Apparently she was enjoying the sight of her face, where passion and longing and need were clearly written. Kahlan looked at her with rounded eyes, feeling her entire body ignited with desire, with need for more. For all.... Lips parted, her teeth pressed into her lower lip, as her hips bucked.
“Cara. Please...”
Her eyes still lingered on her face, as she slid two fingers inside, thrusting lightly, tasting carefully the feeling of her insides which welcomed her with clenching muscles and heated wetness, silky moisture soaking her fingers and spreading over thighs and against her own core as she rolled her hip; as Kahlan´s moan filled the cave in a stretched sound. Until she closed her own eyes, relishing these delicious sensations. Feeling Kahlan moving under her skin, around her fingers.
“Cara!” Kahlan trembled, her muscles clenched and relaxed against Cara´s as she felt her wet tongue trailing down, as her fingers were pulled out of her dripping center to stroke firmly along her folds, coating every spot with her own sweet arousal. This was so much more then she had ever expected. More than she had ever dreamed of. So much more than their former touches and kisses could have promised. She had not known such feelings were possible; feelings of ceasing to exist as a single woman, of been overtaken with love, of melting into another person. Of touching flesh as if touching soul. She wanted to scream her love out loud, wanted to become one with this woman, who held her body, her heart, her soul.
Her everything.
“Oh... Cara!” she gasped a longing demand.
Cara felt her shiver as she lowered her body; kissed her locks; her eyes lifted once to drink in the love in Kahlan´s clouded blue gaze before she dropped her face and buried it into the soft and curly hairs that covered her slick folds; where thighs spread wide to welcome her lips, her tongue. Where the exciting flavor of Kahlan´s arousal exploded on her tongue as it stroke firmly along her entire length.
Cara moaned into her wetness. She wanted to savor the taste of her mate like she had never wanted to savor anything. Because that she was.
Her mate.
As clear as she had ever recognized any truth, she knew this woman was the one. To love her.
To possess her.
Her tongue stroke and pressed, then pushed into Kahlan, reaching far inside, while the tense body beneath her trembled all over; she pulled slowly almost the whole way out, then pushed even harder and deeper; feeling her insides tight and coating her tongue with the most precious taste she had ever experienced. Little noises came from Kahlan, a moan, a whimper, a hissed breath...
“Oh Spirits... Ahh... Cara!” The brunette´s rapid panting spoke of the near edge.
Cara even increased her ministrations. She was not able to hold back; she was filled with the urge to serve her, the need to bring her that bliss of release. Her mouth was covering Kahlan´s clit and sucking fiercely as she again pushed two fingers deep home. Kahlan whimpered, her hands clutched the back of Cara´s head, pulling her impossibly closer as her hips bucked and rotated against her mouth; she felt the walls around her powers shutter, felt her body teetering to the edge.
“Cara... we... careful” she panted between her rapid breathes.
A gaze of moss-green passion met her clouded midnight blue. Questioning.
“You will ...trust me Kahlan?” she whispered in a breathless plea. “I´m yours,...” In this moment Kahlan knew she could not dismiss her. She would trust her. She needed to trust her! “Yes!”
Cara looked at her in awe, pushing a third finger inside, thrusting fiercely, inexorably; reaching deeper and deeper with every thrust. Then she moved to set her mouth back on her folds, let her tongue feast there greedily; she curled her fingers and twisted, guided her along the edge, gently and fiercely, and finally Kahlan arched savagely while her name dropped in a long stretched loud moan from her lips. And then she screamed it out loud. As she let go, the shuddering waves of her climax reached for Cara. As her center clenched fiercely; as a new fount of moisture welled up and dripped along her hand;
And when Kahlan´s eyes went black, a thunder with no sound rolled into Cara, rattling through her mind; it caught her breath as she felt it reaching for her soul, touching it tenderly before contently rolling away. Leaving the both of them shivering against each other, overwhelmed and worn out, panting heavily; unharmed and with a never before known blissful lightness; wrapped into sweat and heat and the others arms.
And into the miracle that was their love.
*******
The early morning light that broke through the opening of the cave found them still lying tightly embraced at their small fire. Cara had found the second blanket sometime in the night, when exhaustion and satisfaction had made them languid, no longer able to bear another wave of passion. She had wrapped it around Kahlan, who was cuddling closer than possible, half covering the blonde´s body with her own. Her head rested on her chest, close to her heart beat, her breath stroking in soft, warm waves over her breasts.
Kahlan had reluctantly given in when sleep had finally demanded its right; Cara had watched her with shimmering eyes and tenderly stroking hands. Her eyes had spent the time admiring the precious wonder that lay nestled nakedly to her skin. Trustingly...
Her Confessor...
Kahlan awoke with a purr, sprawling lazily into the touch of Cara´s hand, which nuzzled softly through her hair, stroking, massaging. Kahlan´s hair had always been one of her secret weaknesses. One of the many weaknesses that Kahlan had brought. She still loved the sensation of this raven wave of heavy silk gliding through her fingers.
“Mmm,... Cara... this... feels.. mmm... oh how much... I... You´ve not forgotten......,”
The blonde chuckled lowly.
“...how to turn a Confessor into a babbling toddler? No, I have not forgotten.” Kahlan could hear her smile as she breathed a kiss to the top of her head. She allowed her palm to start a tender travel over tanned skin. She would never get tired to feel her, to touch her. She knew it.
They lay in silence, enjoying the other´s touch.
Until Cara sensed Kahlan going tense, holding her breath for a few heartbeats. Tickling wetness rolled from her face onto the blonde´s skin. She frowned.
“... what is it, Kahlan?”
“Nothing. I... just... thought about what we missed these years... I have hurt you, Cara! I´m so sorry...”
“No, Kahlan... be not.” her answer was only a breath.
“Cara?”
“Hmm?”
Kahlan swallowed; hesitating; Cara´s hand did not stop nuzzling her hair. The Confessor´s voice was close to breaking.
“Perhaps I do not deserve you after all... But...” she bit her lip, gathering all her courage before she whispered:
“Cara, can you imagine your life with me?”
She held her breath, sending a desperate pray to the Spirits that this had not been a mistake...
The hand in her hair paused, a moment stretched in agonizing silence. Then Cara cupped her chin and forced her to lift her head and look at her. Her wide dark green eyes wore the sternest look Kahlan had ever seen in her face. Much less she had ever seen such a shimmer in her eyes. Cara shook her head ever so slightly.
“Kahlan... I cannot imagine my life without you!”
The Confessor broke into the brightest, most beautiful smile and then leaned in and kissed her tenderly with glowing eyes, before she dropped her head back to where it belonged and sighed relieved.
“That´s good...”
t.b.c.
on to part 8...