Fic: Trained 2/? (Cara/Kahlan, NC-17)
Title: Trained
Author: Lexus Grey
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex, violence, and some BDSM
Disclaimer: The show nor the characters belong to me, I'm just borrowing the girls for fun. No money is being made from this work, no copyright infringement is intended.
It had been a fortnight since that first day by the lake, and every night since then, Cara had stripped Kahlan naked and fucked her. Some things were different sometimes, as for example, a few nights ago Cara had climbed into Kahlan's bedroll, forced her onto her stomach and tied her hands behind her back. And a few nights before that, Cara had burned a branch to glowing red embers in the fire, waited until it had cooled enough not to blister, and then drew patterns on Kahlan's back.
"Cara, are you branding me?" Kahlan asked in a breathless whisper.
Cara drew her name across Kahlan's shoulders. "No... the marks will fade before dawn."
Neither of them knew whether Kahlan's sigh was of relief or disappointment.
Then last night, last night, Kahlan recalled with a shiver, she had been put across Cara's knee and spanked until she cried, and begged for the blonde's fingers.
So, sometimes Cara did some things differently. But three things were always the same. Cara always took her from behind, Kahlan was always completely naked while Cara remained fully clothed, and Kahlan was never allowed to pleasure Cara in return. It was starting to bother the Confessor.
Kahlan sat by the fire, staring into the flames, bowl of soup forgotten in her lap while she'd been going over the last fourteen days in her head.
"Not good?" Cara asked as she drained her own bowl and wiped her face with the back of her hand. "I'll eat it."
"What? No, I was just thinking." Kahlan shook her head and tasted the soup with an appreciative smile. It was good, very good actually, and she ate quickly, then handed the bowl to Cara, who had offered to do the dishes.
When Cara returned from the lake, she packed the clean dishes into their saddlebags and turned to Kahlan, who hadn't moved. "Take off your dress."
Kahlan hesitated, something she hadn't done at that instruction before. "You first," she finally said.
"Excuse me?" Cara asked, eyebrows raised. That was new. "Is there a problem?"
"It's been a fortnight, Cara, and I haven't even seen your breasts. You have me naked every night, and you won't let me see you."
"You're right, I won't. And that's my choice. If you don't like it, I can take my needs elsewhere, like I did before you insisted on helping."
Kahlan didn't bother to hide the hurt on her face, but she moved to take off her dress. She didn't want to give up what they did have - it may not have been romantic, but it was intimate, and it was really great sex. Amazing, even. She stripped out of her weapons, boots and undergarments without being asked, and got on her hands and knees, how she knew Cara liked her best.
"Is that supposed to be an apology?" Cara asked, raising an eyebrow as she stepped up behind Kahlan, bent, and entered her without warning.
"Yes, no!" Kahlan gasped, not really sure, and turned to look over her shoulder. A fierce grip on her hair made her face forward again.
"Don't look at me," Cara snapped, squeezing her fingers against the Confessor's slick walls.
"Why not?" Kahlan growled. "Do you think I imagine someone else fucking me?"
"No," Cara said with a smirk.
"Are you trying to imagine you're fucking someone else?" That earned her an unpleasant kind of smack, hard enough to leave a handprint on her ass. Funnily enough, she was relieved to get that as an answer. She didn't want Cara to be imagining someone else. "Ow! Then why can't I look at you?"
"Because I'm not good for you."
"Don't you dare play martyr," Kahlan somehow managed to gasp, even with fingers on her clit.
"Fine, you can look," Cara relented, rolling her eyes. Kahlan was so stubborn. But when piercing blue eyes locked on hers, she forgot about the Confessor's stubbornness in favor of appreciating her beauty. And as those blue eyes slowly swirled to black the harder and faster she touched, she waited until the last moment possible, as she always did, and then flipped out of the way as Kahlan came.
When Kahlan calmed and came back to herself, Cara was adding wood to the fire. She knew the Mord'Sith wouldn't lay with her this time, so she cralwed into her bedroll and fell asleep easily after the long day of travel.
--
Kahlan woke in the morning to Cara straddling her waist, sitting on her stomach. As soon as she opened her eyes, the blonde spoke.
"I have scars all over my body. I am proud of them in battle, but in gentler matters I've found they tend to... complicate things."
Kahlan blinked. That was heavy information for first thing in the morning. "What?" was all she could manage.
"Women cry. Men think they have to protect me. It ruins my hard-on."
Kahlan blinked again, then laughed. "You have a way with words."
Cara grinned. "In the end, I find it easier to remain clothed."
"But with a man, how do you..."
Cara snorted. "I'm not telling you that."
Kahlan gave up that line of questioning and moved on. "I promise not to cry. Or try to protect you. Give me a chance, please? And if I fail, I'll never ask you to undress again. Ever."
Cara considered it. "But I can still have my way with you?"
"Yes." Kahlan tried not to laugh, because she knew the question was genuine.
It was difficult for Cara, but it had been so long since she'd let anyone see her, touch her... and she knew they trusted each other without a doubt. And Kahlan's eyes burned good enough through her leathers, so she could only imagine how good they'd feel raking over her naked body. If the Confessor didn't get sappy at the first scar. "You have once chance," she finally warned, reaching up to start undoing her laces.
Kahlan sat up, making Cara slide down to sit on her thighs instead, and stopped her. "Let me."
"You'll be slow and tender." Cara spit out the last word as if it were poisonous.
Kahlan grabbed the laces and jerked them loose, a knowing grin on her face. "I will?"
Surprised, but pleased, Cara turned over the job. A few moments later she was naked from the waist up, watching Kahlan like a hawk for her reaction to the revealed skin.
Kahlan gave nothing away. She worked in silence to get the leathers down, her face expressionless. Cara stood so she could remove them fully, and then she pulled the blonde back down. "This one is from... a knife?" she asked, running one fingertip along a scar just beneath Cara's collarbone.
"Good guess," Cara said warily, not sure where Kahlan intended to go with this. And when she was unsure, she was uneasy.
"What about this one?" Kahlan had never seen a mark like it before - it looked like a tiny, intricate web of veins, on the underside of Cara's left breast.
"Agiel."
"I didn't know Agiels left scars," Kahlan said, intrigued.
"Then you must not have looked very closely at Richard without his shirt. When you're killed by an Agiel, it leaves a mark." Wide blue eyes fixed on her face, and Cara was uncomfortable under the scrutiny. "You're about to lose your chance," she said darkly.
"Study human emotion more carefully, Mord'Sith," Kahlan teased. "This isn't pity, it's just surprise." She leaned down and trailed her tongue around the mark.
"Display human emotion more effectively, Confessor," Cara shot back, winding a hand in Kahlan's hair to keep her where she was. "It looked like pity." Outside, Cara was as impassive as always, but inside she was trembling with desire. Almost enough to shake her unaffected facade.
Kahlan reveled in the feel, the taste, the warmth of Cara's skin. She kissed the Agiel's scar once more and then slid her lips closed around Cara's peaked nipple, sucking softly and flicking with her tongue. "I'm curious about the rest, but you can tell me later, I've got other priorities now," she murmured around her mouthful of Cara.
The hand in Kahlan's hair shook with the force of Cara's unwanted emotional response to the situation, and as a result she squeezed tighter, making Kahlan think she'd displeased the Mord'Sith.
"What did I do?" she asked, releasing Cara's nipple and gazing up at her through half-lidded eyes.
Cara forced an eyebrow up, forced her voice to its usual timbre. "You think you have to do something wrong for me to hurt you?"
That made Kahlan smile, her worry fading as she lowered her mouth again, kissing, licking and sucking her way from one breast to the other. She tried an experimental bite, teeth closing around Cara's nipple, firmly but far from savagely, and not at all hurried.
Cara hissed and jerked Kahlan's head away from her chest, her breathing still on its way to being hard and fast, about halfway there. "Confessor," she panted softly, her lips turned up in a snarl. "Don't." She'd lose control, and she didn't want to lay all her cards on the table.
Kahlan nodded, downcasting her eyes to the ground, hiding the swirling mischief and heated lust vying for dominance in her gaze. She couldn't move her head with the fierce grip in her hair, couldn't get close enough to whisper in Cara's ear, so she lifted her eyes again, showing the Mord'Sith everything she was feeling. "Command me, Mistress," she breathed, not wanting to make another mistake, do something she shouldn't... and also because she knew what the request would do to Cara.
She wasn't disappointed.
Cara's eyes rolled back, and she couldn't keep in her growl of satisfaction. She knew Kahlan could see the effect, but that didn't matter. She felt powerful, and she never needed to hide a feeling like that. "Return your mouth to my breasts, Confessor. And do not use your teeth."
Kahlan shivered at the tone of Cara's voice, at the warning inherent in the command. She did as she was asked, using her lips and tongue to stimulate Cara's nipples and to lave attention on the undersides of her breasts.
Cara loved heated, frantic sex, but it was time to try something different, and she found she absolutely loved the way Kahlan was touching her now - soft but eager, concerned with her pleasure any way she commanded it, even if that way wasn't always rough. She purred encouragingly and laid on her back, urging Kahlan on top of her. "Good, Kahlan," she said with a smirk, stroking the Confessor's hair. "Have you fucked a woman before?"
"Only in my dreams," Kahlan replied, nuzzling and kissing the scar above Cara's heart. "Unless fucking myself counts."
"Tell me more about these dreams," Cara said lazily, folding her arms behind her head. "Who do you dream about, Mother Confessor?"
Kahlan rubbed her cheek back and forth over Cara's ribcage, pressing kisses over every inch of skin. "Mostly you," she said softly. "Sometimes Richard."
"Mostly me, and sometimes Richard?" Cara asked, rolling her eyes. "How boring."
Kahlan narrowed her eyes, gathering courage, sucking Cara's nipple again as she brought her hands to the Mord'Sith's body, running her palms up and down the blonde's sides. "Once or twice..."
"Yes...?" Cara asked, her impatience seeping through in her tone.
Kahlan flushed with shame, averting her eyes from Cara's. "Denna."
Cara's mellow shattered. "Denna?" she said sharply, eyes going dangerous, pushing Kahlan off as she sat up. "If you think that's funny..."
"I'm-I'm sorry," Kahlan said, flustered and not sure what to do with her hands since she was being pushed away. "I don't think it's funny, I-- I shouldn't have told you."
Cara halted her retreat, head tilting to the side, eyes boring into Kahlan's. "Wait a minute. You're serious?"
Kahlan blinked. Cara had thought she was joking? "I wouldn't joke about something like that," she breathed.
"So you really did dream about Denna."
Kahlan's blush darkened. "Yes."
Slowly, Cara laid back down, motioning Kahlan back into her previous position. She once again folded her hands behind her head, amused now that she knew it was true, instead of angry at what she thought was a joke. "Tell me, Kahlan... what did Denna do to you in this dream?"
Kahlan's cheeks burned, her mouth opening and closing, but no words came out. How could she tell Cara the horrible things she enjoyed in her dreams of Denna? "I don't--"
"Touch me while you tell me," Cara purred, her smirk turning predatory.
Kahlan's jaw dropped. "I don't want you thinking about Denna while I'm touching you!" she protested, her outrage only half exaggerated.
Cara considered it. "Fair enough. Don't touch me then."
Further outrage. "But I want to touch you!" She was aware she sounded like she was whining, but she had waited a fortnight for this... even longer if you counted the amount of time she'd been fantasizing about it before that day at the lake. Cara's next words made her blood run cold and her heart beat faster, trying to warm her up.
"You know, Confessor... if you're dreaming about other Mord'Sith... maybe I should leave a little mark on you, something to remind you who really fucks you. Who fucks you when your eyes are open."
Kahlan wasn't sure what it said about her that she agreed so eagerly, slick with arousal between her thighs. "Yes," she breathed. "Cara, yes."
Cara's eyes burned with the look that said she found someone to be crazy, but was more than pleased to find so. "Yes?" she echoed, wanting to make sure she wasn't wishing an answer from Kahlan's lips.
"Yes," Kahlan said again, just as openly. "Mark me, Cara. Any way you want. As long as my heart keeps beating."
"I'd never put an Agiel to your heart," Cara snapped, finding the condition to be insulting. "I'm not stupid, I know the prophecy."
"No, that's not what I--"
Cara's eyes narrowed. "Maybe I'll punish you a little bit first."
Kahlan stopped trying to argue, hating the brief flash of hurt she'd seen in Cara's eyes. "Of course. You should. I was inconsiderate."
Mouth split into a wicked grin, Cara picked up her leathers. "I'll put my clothes on."
"You said punish, not torture," Kahlan said, almost pouting, dropping her eyes to the ground.
"For what it's worth," Cara said, stepping into her leathers and pulling them up without effort, then starting to tighten the laces, "I'm as frustrated as you are." That wicked smirk returned. "And twice as wet."
Kahlan groaned.
"Now tell me about your dreams, Confessor. And then we'll have a little party."
Author: Lexus Grey
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex, violence, and some BDSM
Disclaimer: The show nor the characters belong to me, I'm just borrowing the girls for fun. No money is being made from this work, no copyright infringement is intended.
It had been a fortnight since that first day by the lake, and every night since then, Cara had stripped Kahlan naked and fucked her. Some things were different sometimes, as for example, a few nights ago Cara had climbed into Kahlan's bedroll, forced her onto her stomach and tied her hands behind her back. And a few nights before that, Cara had burned a branch to glowing red embers in the fire, waited until it had cooled enough not to blister, and then drew patterns on Kahlan's back.
"Cara, are you branding me?" Kahlan asked in a breathless whisper.
Cara drew her name across Kahlan's shoulders. "No... the marks will fade before dawn."
Neither of them knew whether Kahlan's sigh was of relief or disappointment.
Then last night, last night, Kahlan recalled with a shiver, she had been put across Cara's knee and spanked until she cried, and begged for the blonde's fingers.
So, sometimes Cara did some things differently. But three things were always the same. Cara always took her from behind, Kahlan was always completely naked while Cara remained fully clothed, and Kahlan was never allowed to pleasure Cara in return. It was starting to bother the Confessor.
Kahlan sat by the fire, staring into the flames, bowl of soup forgotten in her lap while she'd been going over the last fourteen days in her head.
"Not good?" Cara asked as she drained her own bowl and wiped her face with the back of her hand. "I'll eat it."
"What? No, I was just thinking." Kahlan shook her head and tasted the soup with an appreciative smile. It was good, very good actually, and she ate quickly, then handed the bowl to Cara, who had offered to do the dishes.
When Cara returned from the lake, she packed the clean dishes into their saddlebags and turned to Kahlan, who hadn't moved. "Take off your dress."
Kahlan hesitated, something she hadn't done at that instruction before. "You first," she finally said.
"Excuse me?" Cara asked, eyebrows raised. That was new. "Is there a problem?"
"It's been a fortnight, Cara, and I haven't even seen your breasts. You have me naked every night, and you won't let me see you."
"You're right, I won't. And that's my choice. If you don't like it, I can take my needs elsewhere, like I did before you insisted on helping."
Kahlan didn't bother to hide the hurt on her face, but she moved to take off her dress. She didn't want to give up what they did have - it may not have been romantic, but it was intimate, and it was really great sex. Amazing, even. She stripped out of her weapons, boots and undergarments without being asked, and got on her hands and knees, how she knew Cara liked her best.
"Is that supposed to be an apology?" Cara asked, raising an eyebrow as she stepped up behind Kahlan, bent, and entered her without warning.
"Yes, no!" Kahlan gasped, not really sure, and turned to look over her shoulder. A fierce grip on her hair made her face forward again.
"Don't look at me," Cara snapped, squeezing her fingers against the Confessor's slick walls.
"Why not?" Kahlan growled. "Do you think I imagine someone else fucking me?"
"No," Cara said with a smirk.
"Are you trying to imagine you're fucking someone else?" That earned her an unpleasant kind of smack, hard enough to leave a handprint on her ass. Funnily enough, she was relieved to get that as an answer. She didn't want Cara to be imagining someone else. "Ow! Then why can't I look at you?"
"Because I'm not good for you."
"Don't you dare play martyr," Kahlan somehow managed to gasp, even with fingers on her clit.
"Fine, you can look," Cara relented, rolling her eyes. Kahlan was so stubborn. But when piercing blue eyes locked on hers, she forgot about the Confessor's stubbornness in favor of appreciating her beauty. And as those blue eyes slowly swirled to black the harder and faster she touched, she waited until the last moment possible, as she always did, and then flipped out of the way as Kahlan came.
When Kahlan calmed and came back to herself, Cara was adding wood to the fire. She knew the Mord'Sith wouldn't lay with her this time, so she cralwed into her bedroll and fell asleep easily after the long day of travel.
--
Kahlan woke in the morning to Cara straddling her waist, sitting on her stomach. As soon as she opened her eyes, the blonde spoke.
"I have scars all over my body. I am proud of them in battle, but in gentler matters I've found they tend to... complicate things."
Kahlan blinked. That was heavy information for first thing in the morning. "What?" was all she could manage.
"Women cry. Men think they have to protect me. It ruins my hard-on."
Kahlan blinked again, then laughed. "You have a way with words."
Cara grinned. "In the end, I find it easier to remain clothed."
"But with a man, how do you..."
Cara snorted. "I'm not telling you that."
Kahlan gave up that line of questioning and moved on. "I promise not to cry. Or try to protect you. Give me a chance, please? And if I fail, I'll never ask you to undress again. Ever."
Cara considered it. "But I can still have my way with you?"
"Yes." Kahlan tried not to laugh, because she knew the question was genuine.
It was difficult for Cara, but it had been so long since she'd let anyone see her, touch her... and she knew they trusted each other without a doubt. And Kahlan's eyes burned good enough through her leathers, so she could only imagine how good they'd feel raking over her naked body. If the Confessor didn't get sappy at the first scar. "You have once chance," she finally warned, reaching up to start undoing her laces.
Kahlan sat up, making Cara slide down to sit on her thighs instead, and stopped her. "Let me."
"You'll be slow and tender." Cara spit out the last word as if it were poisonous.
Kahlan grabbed the laces and jerked them loose, a knowing grin on her face. "I will?"
Surprised, but pleased, Cara turned over the job. A few moments later she was naked from the waist up, watching Kahlan like a hawk for her reaction to the revealed skin.
Kahlan gave nothing away. She worked in silence to get the leathers down, her face expressionless. Cara stood so she could remove them fully, and then she pulled the blonde back down. "This one is from... a knife?" she asked, running one fingertip along a scar just beneath Cara's collarbone.
"Good guess," Cara said warily, not sure where Kahlan intended to go with this. And when she was unsure, she was uneasy.
"What about this one?" Kahlan had never seen a mark like it before - it looked like a tiny, intricate web of veins, on the underside of Cara's left breast.
"Agiel."
"I didn't know Agiels left scars," Kahlan said, intrigued.
"Then you must not have looked very closely at Richard without his shirt. When you're killed by an Agiel, it leaves a mark." Wide blue eyes fixed on her face, and Cara was uncomfortable under the scrutiny. "You're about to lose your chance," she said darkly.
"Study human emotion more carefully, Mord'Sith," Kahlan teased. "This isn't pity, it's just surprise." She leaned down and trailed her tongue around the mark.
"Display human emotion more effectively, Confessor," Cara shot back, winding a hand in Kahlan's hair to keep her where she was. "It looked like pity." Outside, Cara was as impassive as always, but inside she was trembling with desire. Almost enough to shake her unaffected facade.
Kahlan reveled in the feel, the taste, the warmth of Cara's skin. She kissed the Agiel's scar once more and then slid her lips closed around Cara's peaked nipple, sucking softly and flicking with her tongue. "I'm curious about the rest, but you can tell me later, I've got other priorities now," she murmured around her mouthful of Cara.
The hand in Kahlan's hair shook with the force of Cara's unwanted emotional response to the situation, and as a result she squeezed tighter, making Kahlan think she'd displeased the Mord'Sith.
"What did I do?" she asked, releasing Cara's nipple and gazing up at her through half-lidded eyes.
Cara forced an eyebrow up, forced her voice to its usual timbre. "You think you have to do something wrong for me to hurt you?"
That made Kahlan smile, her worry fading as she lowered her mouth again, kissing, licking and sucking her way from one breast to the other. She tried an experimental bite, teeth closing around Cara's nipple, firmly but far from savagely, and not at all hurried.
Cara hissed and jerked Kahlan's head away from her chest, her breathing still on its way to being hard and fast, about halfway there. "Confessor," she panted softly, her lips turned up in a snarl. "Don't." She'd lose control, and she didn't want to lay all her cards on the table.
Kahlan nodded, downcasting her eyes to the ground, hiding the swirling mischief and heated lust vying for dominance in her gaze. She couldn't move her head with the fierce grip in her hair, couldn't get close enough to whisper in Cara's ear, so she lifted her eyes again, showing the Mord'Sith everything she was feeling. "Command me, Mistress," she breathed, not wanting to make another mistake, do something she shouldn't... and also because she knew what the request would do to Cara.
She wasn't disappointed.
Cara's eyes rolled back, and she couldn't keep in her growl of satisfaction. She knew Kahlan could see the effect, but that didn't matter. She felt powerful, and she never needed to hide a feeling like that. "Return your mouth to my breasts, Confessor. And do not use your teeth."
Kahlan shivered at the tone of Cara's voice, at the warning inherent in the command. She did as she was asked, using her lips and tongue to stimulate Cara's nipples and to lave attention on the undersides of her breasts.
Cara loved heated, frantic sex, but it was time to try something different, and she found she absolutely loved the way Kahlan was touching her now - soft but eager, concerned with her pleasure any way she commanded it, even if that way wasn't always rough. She purred encouragingly and laid on her back, urging Kahlan on top of her. "Good, Kahlan," she said with a smirk, stroking the Confessor's hair. "Have you fucked a woman before?"
"Only in my dreams," Kahlan replied, nuzzling and kissing the scar above Cara's heart. "Unless fucking myself counts."
"Tell me more about these dreams," Cara said lazily, folding her arms behind her head. "Who do you dream about, Mother Confessor?"
Kahlan rubbed her cheek back and forth over Cara's ribcage, pressing kisses over every inch of skin. "Mostly you," she said softly. "Sometimes Richard."
"Mostly me, and sometimes Richard?" Cara asked, rolling her eyes. "How boring."
Kahlan narrowed her eyes, gathering courage, sucking Cara's nipple again as she brought her hands to the Mord'Sith's body, running her palms up and down the blonde's sides. "Once or twice..."
"Yes...?" Cara asked, her impatience seeping through in her tone.
Kahlan flushed with shame, averting her eyes from Cara's. "Denna."
Cara's mellow shattered. "Denna?" she said sharply, eyes going dangerous, pushing Kahlan off as she sat up. "If you think that's funny..."
"I'm-I'm sorry," Kahlan said, flustered and not sure what to do with her hands since she was being pushed away. "I don't think it's funny, I-- I shouldn't have told you."
Cara halted her retreat, head tilting to the side, eyes boring into Kahlan's. "Wait a minute. You're serious?"
Kahlan blinked. Cara had thought she was joking? "I wouldn't joke about something like that," she breathed.
"So you really did dream about Denna."
Kahlan's blush darkened. "Yes."
Slowly, Cara laid back down, motioning Kahlan back into her previous position. She once again folded her hands behind her head, amused now that she knew it was true, instead of angry at what she thought was a joke. "Tell me, Kahlan... what did Denna do to you in this dream?"
Kahlan's cheeks burned, her mouth opening and closing, but no words came out. How could she tell Cara the horrible things she enjoyed in her dreams of Denna? "I don't--"
"Touch me while you tell me," Cara purred, her smirk turning predatory.
Kahlan's jaw dropped. "I don't want you thinking about Denna while I'm touching you!" she protested, her outrage only half exaggerated.
Cara considered it. "Fair enough. Don't touch me then."
Further outrage. "But I want to touch you!" She was aware she sounded like she was whining, but she had waited a fortnight for this... even longer if you counted the amount of time she'd been fantasizing about it before that day at the lake. Cara's next words made her blood run cold and her heart beat faster, trying to warm her up.
"You know, Confessor... if you're dreaming about other Mord'Sith... maybe I should leave a little mark on you, something to remind you who really fucks you. Who fucks you when your eyes are open."
Kahlan wasn't sure what it said about her that she agreed so eagerly, slick with arousal between her thighs. "Yes," she breathed. "Cara, yes."
Cara's eyes burned with the look that said she found someone to be crazy, but was more than pleased to find so. "Yes?" she echoed, wanting to make sure she wasn't wishing an answer from Kahlan's lips.
"Yes," Kahlan said again, just as openly. "Mark me, Cara. Any way you want. As long as my heart keeps beating."
"I'd never put an Agiel to your heart," Cara snapped, finding the condition to be insulting. "I'm not stupid, I know the prophecy."
"No, that's not what I--"
Cara's eyes narrowed. "Maybe I'll punish you a little bit first."
Kahlan stopped trying to argue, hating the brief flash of hurt she'd seen in Cara's eyes. "Of course. You should. I was inconsiderate."
Mouth split into a wicked grin, Cara picked up her leathers. "I'll put my clothes on."
"You said punish, not torture," Kahlan said, almost pouting, dropping her eyes to the ground.
"For what it's worth," Cara said, stepping into her leathers and pulling them up without effort, then starting to tighten the laces, "I'm as frustrated as you are." That wicked smirk returned. "And twice as wet."
Kahlan groaned.
"Now tell me about your dreams, Confessor. And then we'll have a little party."