Leather and Lace (1/4)
I know what your thinking!! Doesn't she have another one started already...yes i do. lol but i think this is the reason why i haven't been updating my other one. I can't even tell you how long i have been wanting to write a fic to this youtube video i saw....like forever *sighs* and alas the video creator xLotsFanx said i could. I jumped up and down like a fangirl on crack. She has told me that there will be more videos that go along with this one so i'm super duper excited. haha. So here is the first installment.
Disclaimer: I do not own the show or any of its characters; this is simply just for fun.
Title: Leather and Lace
Author: lovelikecrazy87
Pairings: Kahlan/Cara
Summary: This is a story based on an awesome video that I saw on youtube.
Video: Leather and Lace [Movie Trailer] [Kahlan/Cara]
~By: xLotsFanx http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fv0BLTI2SpA
Warnings: This is a story were two sexy women love each other, aka femslash...there might be cuteness overload...you’ve been warned.
Rating: The whole spectrum lol. From G to NC-17 (or at least my attempt at it).
Leather and Lace
Chapter One/Four
This is a story not about love but about fate and destiny and the two individuals who defied it. It is a story about two people who were destined to be enemies, about two people who were told since childhood that they could not have what the secretly longed for. Who decides a person destiny, who writes it, who tells them what they are supposed to feel and do during certain situations? The Creator? The Keeper? Should it really matter? People should make their own destiny; they should decide for themselves what to make of their lives.
Then again defying fate does not come without its consequences.
Consequences that will soon present themselves.
*** *** ***
“I don’t believe love makes a person weak, Cara.’” I say looking up at Cara as she approaching me. I know what she is thinking even before she says it. Cara is Mord’Sith; any form of outward emotion is odd to her. This isn’t the first time she has mentioned it to me, nor will it be the last. I have to admit, Cara and I have grown closer since Richard has been gone, and this is the first time I have actually thought about him, at all.
“Then why are you sitting on the ground whipping over a sword?” She asks and this causes me to look at her once more. The sincerity of her question throws me a little of guard. I know stories of what happens to little girls who are being trained as Mord’Sith. They used to tell us about them at the Wizard’s Keep in Aydindril when we were growing up. The stories about how all emotion was beaten out of them, leaving only the ones the Lord Rahl could use to his advantage. “…these emotions give you strength, power,” being too caught up in my own inner dialogue I tuned out the fact that she was still speaking. “I can teach you to control your emotions if you would like.” Sometimes I do not know how I am supposed to take the things she says. I know of another story about Mord’Sith and the skills with pleasure, and how they are not afraid to flaunt what they have learned.
After traveling with Cara these past months I know that these stories were true. The more she and I spend time together, the more I notice, in depth, the things she says to me. Such as the look on her face that night she healed by wound in the forest. Or the way she has moved her bedroll closer to mine. Or even the way she looks at me, like she is right now. A look that used to be reserved only for hatred, later on trust, was showing something more, something I have never seen in her eyes before. “No thank you,” I say with a slight laugh looking away before she comments on my staring at her. I also cannot help but notice how my eyes linger on her longer, and how I find myself giving excuses to tough her subtle way that I know do not go unnoticed by her.
Upon looking up again I notice that she has returned to mending the horses. Zedd has explained to us that we need to find a new Seeker because we do not know when Richard will return. As much as I want to tell him that he is wrong, that Richard will be back before me know, I know that is false. I know that times moves different in the Palace of the Prophets, and the days Richard thinks he is spending there will end up turning into months here. In fact by the time he returns to us, the Keeper could win, and we would all be in the Underworld.
Richard wouldn’t want that. So I am helping Zedd find this man Shota has pointed out to him. Someone she is sure will fill the shoes of the Seeker, someone she believes to be worthy. There will not be another Richard, I know that and so does Zedd, but we both also know what is important and what must be done. So we search, until Richard returns to us, to me.
………
Months have passed since Richard left us. Zedd found the new Seeker and named him, and I have to admit that Shota was right on this one. He is worthy. But there is one thing that is bothering me about him; one thing that should not be bothering me at all, considering my heart belongs to another. It’s just that the way he looks at Cara. The way his eyes linger on her when she is walking ahead of him, the way he’ll talk to her during her watch at night. It’s everything about him and the way he is with her, that has me, I don’t know jealous maybe.
But what would I have to be jealous of? I mean it isn’t like he is checking out Richard right in front of me. Cara and I are just friends and I should be happy for her, considering most of the time people only look at her with fear, it must be nice for her to have someone looking at her without fear. But still. She’s my Mord’Sith.
Wait a second.
My Mord’Sith. Since when?
When did I start thinking about Cara that way? “Mother Confessor!” Snapping my head up at the sound of my name being called I notice that they have begun to enter a cave. Looking up towards the sky I can see the storm clouds hovering above us. And when I refocus my attention back towards the cave Cara is standing in front of me and I let out a little yelp in surprise. “Is everything alright?” She asks bluntly, looking at me as if I have something crawling on my face.
“I’m fine,” I say bringing my hand up to whip at my face although I know there is nothing there. “Fine.” I say walking past her and towards the cave where Leo is standing with Zedd. Zedd gives me a curious look as I walk past him, but he says nothing, for once. I can faintly make out the sound of Zedd asking Cara if I was okay, and she replies with some smart remark that I cannot hear but Zedd gets a good chuckle out of it. Knowing Cara she could have said any number of things. Setting my bedroll up I sit upon it and watch as Leo walks out of the cave to go gather firewood with Zedd, leaving Cara and I alone. Seeing her now, after thinking what I did before, I now see her differently; there is this feeling inside of me that wasn’t there before. Something different, something unexpected.
“Are you sure you’re okay Kahlan,” she says using my name instead of my title. She rarely uses my name, I know she does it out of habit, and I have told her many times that she can refer to me as just Kahlan, but she does not. I wonder if that has something to do with her training, always having to call Darken Rahl Lord Rahl, or having to use the word Mistress for the Mord’Sith. I have never asked her about her times as a Mord’Sith, knowing she will not answer me honestly, not that I would really want her to, but sometimes I wonder, why she does some of the things she does. I know those answers will come when she is ready to talk about being trained to be Mord’Sith.
Cara is not an open person.
I could be waiting for some time.
“I am fine Cara,” I say giving her a reassuring smile. I don’t know when he look changed, when her look towards me changed from trust to one that almost looks like love. Although she would never admit it, and I wouldn’t ask her too. Her arm reaches out and she lays her hand upon my shoulder, my eyes never leaving hers, she gives me a slight smile. Once so slight if I wouldn’t have been there to see it I never would have believed that it did indeed happen. “Cara…”
Before she could say anything Zedd and Leo return with the firewood. Could the timing be any worse?
………
Author's Note: Watch the Video, you'll jump for joy at all the CARA/KAHLAN goodniess...i know i did. I think i squeed a little and everything...thank goodness i was watching it alone in my room. hehehe.
Disclaimer: I do not own the show or any of its characters; this is simply just for fun.
Title: Leather and Lace
Author: lovelikecrazy87
Pairings: Kahlan/Cara
Summary: This is a story based on an awesome video that I saw on youtube.
Video: Leather and Lace [Movie Trailer] [Kahlan/Cara]
~By: xLotsFanx http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fv0BLTI2SpA
Warnings: This is a story were two sexy women love each other, aka femslash...there might be cuteness overload...you’ve been warned.
Rating: The whole spectrum lol. From G to NC-17 (or at least my attempt at it).
Leather and Lace
Chapter One/Four
This is a story not about love but about fate and destiny and the two individuals who defied it. It is a story about two people who were destined to be enemies, about two people who were told since childhood that they could not have what the secretly longed for. Who decides a person destiny, who writes it, who tells them what they are supposed to feel and do during certain situations? The Creator? The Keeper? Should it really matter? People should make their own destiny; they should decide for themselves what to make of their lives.
Then again defying fate does not come without its consequences.
Consequences that will soon present themselves.
*** *** ***
“I don’t believe love makes a person weak, Cara.’” I say looking up at Cara as she approaching me. I know what she is thinking even before she says it. Cara is Mord’Sith; any form of outward emotion is odd to her. This isn’t the first time she has mentioned it to me, nor will it be the last. I have to admit, Cara and I have grown closer since Richard has been gone, and this is the first time I have actually thought about him, at all.
“Then why are you sitting on the ground whipping over a sword?” She asks and this causes me to look at her once more. The sincerity of her question throws me a little of guard. I know stories of what happens to little girls who are being trained as Mord’Sith. They used to tell us about them at the Wizard’s Keep in Aydindril when we were growing up. The stories about how all emotion was beaten out of them, leaving only the ones the Lord Rahl could use to his advantage. “…these emotions give you strength, power,” being too caught up in my own inner dialogue I tuned out the fact that she was still speaking. “I can teach you to control your emotions if you would like.” Sometimes I do not know how I am supposed to take the things she says. I know of another story about Mord’Sith and the skills with pleasure, and how they are not afraid to flaunt what they have learned.
After traveling with Cara these past months I know that these stories were true. The more she and I spend time together, the more I notice, in depth, the things she says to me. Such as the look on her face that night she healed by wound in the forest. Or the way she has moved her bedroll closer to mine. Or even the way she looks at me, like she is right now. A look that used to be reserved only for hatred, later on trust, was showing something more, something I have never seen in her eyes before. “No thank you,” I say with a slight laugh looking away before she comments on my staring at her. I also cannot help but notice how my eyes linger on her longer, and how I find myself giving excuses to tough her subtle way that I know do not go unnoticed by her.
Upon looking up again I notice that she has returned to mending the horses. Zedd has explained to us that we need to find a new Seeker because we do not know when Richard will return. As much as I want to tell him that he is wrong, that Richard will be back before me know, I know that is false. I know that times moves different in the Palace of the Prophets, and the days Richard thinks he is spending there will end up turning into months here. In fact by the time he returns to us, the Keeper could win, and we would all be in the Underworld.
Richard wouldn’t want that. So I am helping Zedd find this man Shota has pointed out to him. Someone she is sure will fill the shoes of the Seeker, someone she believes to be worthy. There will not be another Richard, I know that and so does Zedd, but we both also know what is important and what must be done. So we search, until Richard returns to us, to me.
………
Months have passed since Richard left us. Zedd found the new Seeker and named him, and I have to admit that Shota was right on this one. He is worthy. But there is one thing that is bothering me about him; one thing that should not be bothering me at all, considering my heart belongs to another. It’s just that the way he looks at Cara. The way his eyes linger on her when she is walking ahead of him, the way he’ll talk to her during her watch at night. It’s everything about him and the way he is with her, that has me, I don’t know jealous maybe.
But what would I have to be jealous of? I mean it isn’t like he is checking out Richard right in front of me. Cara and I are just friends and I should be happy for her, considering most of the time people only look at her with fear, it must be nice for her to have someone looking at her without fear. But still. She’s my Mord’Sith.
Wait a second.
My Mord’Sith. Since when?
When did I start thinking about Cara that way? “Mother Confessor!” Snapping my head up at the sound of my name being called I notice that they have begun to enter a cave. Looking up towards the sky I can see the storm clouds hovering above us. And when I refocus my attention back towards the cave Cara is standing in front of me and I let out a little yelp in surprise. “Is everything alright?” She asks bluntly, looking at me as if I have something crawling on my face.
“I’m fine,” I say bringing my hand up to whip at my face although I know there is nothing there. “Fine.” I say walking past her and towards the cave where Leo is standing with Zedd. Zedd gives me a curious look as I walk past him, but he says nothing, for once. I can faintly make out the sound of Zedd asking Cara if I was okay, and she replies with some smart remark that I cannot hear but Zedd gets a good chuckle out of it. Knowing Cara she could have said any number of things. Setting my bedroll up I sit upon it and watch as Leo walks out of the cave to go gather firewood with Zedd, leaving Cara and I alone. Seeing her now, after thinking what I did before, I now see her differently; there is this feeling inside of me that wasn’t there before. Something different, something unexpected.
“Are you sure you’re okay Kahlan,” she says using my name instead of my title. She rarely uses my name, I know she does it out of habit, and I have told her many times that she can refer to me as just Kahlan, but she does not. I wonder if that has something to do with her training, always having to call Darken Rahl Lord Rahl, or having to use the word Mistress for the Mord’Sith. I have never asked her about her times as a Mord’Sith, knowing she will not answer me honestly, not that I would really want her to, but sometimes I wonder, why she does some of the things she does. I know those answers will come when she is ready to talk about being trained to be Mord’Sith.
Cara is not an open person.
I could be waiting for some time.
“I am fine Cara,” I say giving her a reassuring smile. I don’t know when he look changed, when her look towards me changed from trust to one that almost looks like love. Although she would never admit it, and I wouldn’t ask her too. Her arm reaches out and she lays her hand upon my shoulder, my eyes never leaving hers, she gives me a slight smile. Once so slight if I wouldn’t have been there to see it I never would have believed that it did indeed happen. “Cara…”
Before she could say anything Zedd and Leo return with the firewood. Could the timing be any worse?
………
Author's Note: Watch the Video, you'll jump for joy at all the CARA/KAHLAN goodniess...i know i did. I think i squeed a little and everything...thank goodness i was watching it alone in my room. hehehe.