A Helping Hand
Title: A Helping Hand
yummypumpkins
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan - I ship these two like Italian imports.
Rating: I don't even know. PG-13 again just for the hell of it.
Warnings: Don't swim for half an hour after eating.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, blah, blah, blah, it's ABC and Disney, yadda yadda, some other guy, Terry Godwind Goodspeed Brooks Goodkind (that's right, right?). All character credit goes to them, but the crackiness, that's all me baby! Unbetaed again. If anyone get's tired of my mistakes I would happily accept your offer to beta.
It was the most embarrassing thing she had ever done, asking this of the Mother Confessor, but who else could she turn to? She wasn't in a temple surrounded by her willing sisters anymore, and Richard - though he denied the title - was still her Lord Rahl and asking her master to service her in such a way would be unacceptable. And never, not in a thousand years, not if he were the last person to walk the Creator's green land with her, would Cara ever, EVER, ask the wizard. Beside he probably didn't have the strength to get the job done right. So she had to rely on Kahlan, who surprisingly, seemed willing enough to help out.
"Harder."
"I'm trying."
"Harder, Kahlan!"
"Dammit, Cara, do you want this or not?"
Cara gripped the edge of the bed, her knuckles white with the force and effort she put into holding herself in place as Kahlan worked between her legs. A sheen of sweet was building on the Confessor's brow, and every so often she released a less then lady like grunt with her efforts. Cara honestly couldn't tell if Kahlan was enjoying this or not. She seemed to be in deep concentration for most of it, like she were plotting her moves three turns ahead.
The blond let out a guttural wail of frustration. It wasn't happening fast enough for her.
"When I asked you to do this I was confident in your abilities. I've seen you take on a squad of D'Harans, you've marched days on end with little sleep, and barely any water, and yet you can't handle fifteen minutes with a Mord'Sith. I thought you had stamina."
"Don't try to pass this off as a fault with me, this is your issue. Besides, this is an entirely different situation, my arms aren't use to it and they're tiring quickly."
Kahlan arched her back, hoping to gain more maneuverability. "This position just isn't working. Scoot back a little and hold the bed above your head."
Cara did as instructed and Kahlan held both her legs, wrapping them around her middle.
"What are you doing?" the blond questioned.
"I just want to try it this way."
"It's not going to work."
"How would you know?"
"How would I know? How would I know?" Cara shot off. "I've been doing it longer then you have, that's how I know."
"Can I just try?"
"There's no point."
Kahlan tore Cara's legs away from her and stepped away from the agonizing job she hadn't imagined being so difficult. Cara had made it sound almost too easy - she should have known the Mord'Sith's needs exceeded her talents.
Cara shot up from her lying position, agitation spreading across her face at Kahlan's sudden disappearance.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?"
Kahlan plopped herself down in the chair across from the bead and let her sore, over worked arms dangle at her sides. "I just need a break."
"What? No breaks. We're close. It's so close, I swear. You just need to find the right rhythm. You know, one two three, one two three."
Cara was given a dead faced glare. "If you're so good at it then why not do it yourself? Like you said, you've been doing it a lot longer then I have, maybe I could learn something if I just sat here and watched."
A blond eye brow arched and Cara's pout slowly transformed into a sly smile. "I find that the best way to learn is hands on experience." Kahlan just rolled her eyes.
With a deep breath Kahlan lifted herself back up and plodded back to the edge of the bed. Cara's face lit up when Kahlan took her legs in her hands once more and she eagerly assumed her position on the bed.
"Seriously, Cara, we're ending this. I don't I have it in me to continue any further."
Once Cara had nodded her agreement, the steady rocking started once more, and soon it turned into a near frenzied jerking. Kahlan was reaching her end, and it didn't matter how close Cara thought it was, she couldn't hold on much longer.
"Keep going Kahlan. Don't stop, don't stop."
With one last surge, Kahlan released all she had. With shout her body tipped and she felt herself floating backwards, taking Cara's tension with her. Cara felt it too, felt it slipping away with great relief, her body relaxed and she sighed.
Cara took a moment to revel in her newly acquired release before sitting up. When she finally pushed herself up Kahlan was standing above her, looking tired, sweaty and slightly disheveled. Cara couldn't help herself and said:
"You look like you've been having sex all night."
Kahlan wasn't as amused by it as Cara was. She didn't even crack a smile. She was too tired, her arms hurt from strenuous use and when she had landed with a thump on the floor she realized that everyone in the rooms surrounding could probably hear everything that had gone on and probably thought exactly what Cara had said. All those things added up to an annoyed Mother Confessor.
"Next time, Cara, don't tie the laces so tight." And with that, Kahlan shoved Cara's boots into her chest and left the room.
A/N: I can't help myself. I've finally got some free time, and lord I'm going to abuse it.
yummypumpkins
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan - I ship these two like Italian imports.
Rating: I don't even know. PG-13 again just for the hell of it.
Warnings: Don't swim for half an hour after eating.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, blah, blah, blah, it's ABC and Disney, yadda yadda, some other guy, Terry Godwind Goodspeed Brooks Goodkind (that's right, right?). All character credit goes to them, but the crackiness, that's all me baby! Unbetaed again. If anyone get's tired of my mistakes I would happily accept your offer to beta.
It was the most embarrassing thing she had ever done, asking this of the Mother Confessor, but who else could she turn to? She wasn't in a temple surrounded by her willing sisters anymore, and Richard - though he denied the title - was still her Lord Rahl and asking her master to service her in such a way would be unacceptable. And never, not in a thousand years, not if he were the last person to walk the Creator's green land with her, would Cara ever, EVER, ask the wizard. Beside he probably didn't have the strength to get the job done right. So she had to rely on Kahlan, who surprisingly, seemed willing enough to help out.
"Harder."
"I'm trying."
"Harder, Kahlan!"
"Dammit, Cara, do you want this or not?"
Cara gripped the edge of the bed, her knuckles white with the force and effort she put into holding herself in place as Kahlan worked between her legs. A sheen of sweet was building on the Confessor's brow, and every so often she released a less then lady like grunt with her efforts. Cara honestly couldn't tell if Kahlan was enjoying this or not. She seemed to be in deep concentration for most of it, like she were plotting her moves three turns ahead.
The blond let out a guttural wail of frustration. It wasn't happening fast enough for her.
"When I asked you to do this I was confident in your abilities. I've seen you take on a squad of D'Harans, you've marched days on end with little sleep, and barely any water, and yet you can't handle fifteen minutes with a Mord'Sith. I thought you had stamina."
"Don't try to pass this off as a fault with me, this is your issue. Besides, this is an entirely different situation, my arms aren't use to it and they're tiring quickly."
Kahlan arched her back, hoping to gain more maneuverability. "This position just isn't working. Scoot back a little and hold the bed above your head."
Cara did as instructed and Kahlan held both her legs, wrapping them around her middle.
"What are you doing?" the blond questioned.
"I just want to try it this way."
"It's not going to work."
"How would you know?"
"How would I know? How would I know?" Cara shot off. "I've been doing it longer then you have, that's how I know."
"Can I just try?"
"There's no point."
Kahlan tore Cara's legs away from her and stepped away from the agonizing job she hadn't imagined being so difficult. Cara had made it sound almost too easy - she should have known the Mord'Sith's needs exceeded her talents.
Cara shot up from her lying position, agitation spreading across her face at Kahlan's sudden disappearance.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?"
Kahlan plopped herself down in the chair across from the bead and let her sore, over worked arms dangle at her sides. "I just need a break."
"What? No breaks. We're close. It's so close, I swear. You just need to find the right rhythm. You know, one two three, one two three."
Cara was given a dead faced glare. "If you're so good at it then why not do it yourself? Like you said, you've been doing it a lot longer then I have, maybe I could learn something if I just sat here and watched."
A blond eye brow arched and Cara's pout slowly transformed into a sly smile. "I find that the best way to learn is hands on experience." Kahlan just rolled her eyes.
With a deep breath Kahlan lifted herself back up and plodded back to the edge of the bed. Cara's face lit up when Kahlan took her legs in her hands once more and she eagerly assumed her position on the bed.
"Seriously, Cara, we're ending this. I don't I have it in me to continue any further."
Once Cara had nodded her agreement, the steady rocking started once more, and soon it turned into a near frenzied jerking. Kahlan was reaching her end, and it didn't matter how close Cara thought it was, she couldn't hold on much longer.
"Keep going Kahlan. Don't stop, don't stop."
With one last surge, Kahlan released all she had. With shout her body tipped and she felt herself floating backwards, taking Cara's tension with her. Cara felt it too, felt it slipping away with great relief, her body relaxed and she sighed.
Cara took a moment to revel in her newly acquired release before sitting up. When she finally pushed herself up Kahlan was standing above her, looking tired, sweaty and slightly disheveled. Cara couldn't help herself and said:
"You look like you've been having sex all night."
Kahlan wasn't as amused by it as Cara was. She didn't even crack a smile. She was too tired, her arms hurt from strenuous use and when she had landed with a thump on the floor she realized that everyone in the rooms surrounding could probably hear everything that had gone on and probably thought exactly what Cara had said. All those things added up to an annoyed Mother Confessor.
"Next time, Cara, don't tie the laces so tight." And with that, Kahlan shoved Cara's boots into her chest and left the room.
A/N: I can't help myself. I've finally got some free time, and lord I'm going to abuse it.