Uncertainty (5/?) part 2
Title: Uncertainty (5/?)
Author: misanagy
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan; a litlle Richard/Kahlan
Rating: PG-13, probably will be R or NC-17 latter.
Length: 3,607 words
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Terry Goodkind and ABC/Disney.
Summary: After “Desecrated”, the merry band continues the search for the Stone of Tears, but along the way other things will be discovered and new people will appear in their lives.
AN:Many many thanks to my beta shadowsoffense. Your help is highly appreciated :D
In the morning Kahlan woke up, but didn’t open her eyes immediately. She was in a comfortable and warm cocoon with no desire to get out. But, unfortunately, duty called and sooner or later she would need to get out of the comfortable, and rare, bed.
The moment she opened her eyes she saw the reason of her being so snug. In front of her was a cascade of blonde hair and her body was wrapped around another with hot golden skin. She inhaled the essence surrounding her, that was all leather and something else that was all Cara. The Mord’Sith was sprawled on her back, in the same way she went to sleep in. The Confessor must have rolled in her sleep and ended up on her side, half on top of the blonde. Kahlan had her left arm throw over Cara’s stomach and her left leg tangled with the blonde’s left one. It was just as she noticed where all of her limbs were that she became aware of her skin being in direct contact with Cara’s. She had her hand palming Cara’s stomach beneath the oversized shirt the blonde wore to sleep, and since the Mord’Sith refused to put anything more than the shirt and her undergarments on, the bare skin of their legs were alluringly connected.
Cara was still sleeping soundly; which was a little odd since she normally woke up before Kahlan. The Mother Confessor dared to raise her head, without moving anything else, and took a moment to admire Cara. The blonde looked so peaceful. When they were sleeping in the woods, Cara usually slept with one eye open, but now she was completely serene. The blonde had her head slightly turned in Kahlan’s direction and her left arm was draped around Kahlan’s back, making the Confessor feel as secure as if she were surrounded by the elite of the Home Guard.
The sheets had fallen to their waists and Kahlan admired how her hand rested upon Cara’s toned stomach. She always knew Cara had to have a toned body, but actually feeling those strong muscles beneath such a soft skin was mesmerizing to Kahlan. She was just taking in all that she was feeling, without scrutinizing for the reason she was feeling this strong pull towards the blonde woman. She let her hand glide across Cara’s stomach and came across little burn marks on her left hip. That was the place she kept her agiels, the constant pain that the weapon caused must have left those marks there. She traced them with a ghostly touch, fearing she would wake up Cara. The fact that the blonde hadn’t woke up by now left Kahlan thinking that the Mord’Sith must be in the same state of comfort that Kahlan had been in when she first woke up, and it prevented her from waking, even with Kahlan’s touches.
Letting her hand continue stroking the marks, the Confessor started to think about the pain of the agiels, if the pain of touching them was always the same. She had felt the sting of those particular weapons once, when the Mord’Sith had burnt her wound close when they were chasing Zedd and Denna. That pain had been so excruciating she had passed out. And now, from some morbid curiosity, she wanted to know if it would be the same; if Cara felt that kind of excruciating pain at her hip, where she carried the agiels. With this thought, Kahlan looked to the side table, where Cara’s agiels were resting ready for use. Without really thinking, Kahlan lifted her hand from Cara’s stomach and stretched to reach one of the agiels. On the moment she was about to touch one with the tips of her fingers though, she heard a husky voice next to her ear.
“What in the Creator’s name do you think you’re doing?” Cara said, her voice sounding rough because she just woke up, but carrying every single once of intensity as if she had been awake for hours.
Startled by Cara’s voice, Kahlan lost her balance and her body fell upon Cara’s. Her upper body was flushed with the blonde’s and Kahlan could feel the raise of Cara’s chest as the Mord’Sith breathed. She could feel Cara’s breasts pressed to her own. As the Confessor looked in the blonde’s piercing green eyes she lost herself in their intensity.
“I…I…I was…” Kahlan stuttered, completely unfocused. Her gaze going from Cara’s eyes to Cara’s puckered lips.
“You were reaching for my agiel,” Cara said, without taking her hand from around Kahlan’s back.
“Yes,” Kahlan blinked. “I was just going to touch one,” she said vaguely.
“You were just going to touch one?” Cara repeated raising one perfect eyebrow. “Let me explain something to you Kahlan,” the blonde said tucking one lock of the Confessors dark long hair behind her ear. “The only way either one of my agiel is going to touch you is if you need to have another gash burned closed hurriedly,” she said quietly. “Or if I die and someone picks it up to hurt you.” When Kahlan just stared at her, she added determinedly. “Probably not even then, I would definitely come back from the dead and kill the bastard before anything could happen.”
Kahlan was so mesmerized by Cara’s closeness, by the way their bodies molded together, that she was barely paying attention to what Cara was saying. When Cara touched her hair so tenderly and absentmindedly, like it was a daily occurrence, Kahlan knew she had never felt so exhilarated and protected as she was at that moment. Cara was, without a doubt the most thrilling being she had ever met.
She could feel the warm breath from the Mord’Sith’s lips; she couldn’t help but look at those full and luscious rosy distractions. It was like she couldn’t control her own body. Without conscious thought, she started to lower herself on the blonde, looking between Cara’s eyes and lips, and aiming her lips at the blonde’s. The attraction she felt towards Cara was now painfully evident.
Cara swallowed slowly. She could not believe what was about to happen. Was Kahlan really about to kiss her? The Confessor was worming herself inside Cara’s defenses, successfully tearing down her walls and getting to places inside her no one had ever been before. The only thing Cara could do right now, the only thing that she wanted to do, was kiss Kahlan’s sweet soft lips. Cara encouraged Kahlan with the hand she still had on the brunettes back. The Mord’Sith could feel her chest tremble in anticipation. As both of them felt their lips barely touch, the moment was violently interrupted by an angry loud voice from outside.
“Mother Confessor,” a man’s voice yelled angrily.
Kahlan jumped away from Cara’s embrace and looked in the window’s direction. Cara immediately picked up her agiels and went to the window to see who was the owner of the voice. When she looked outside she saw ten men on horseback, all lined up in front of the inn. All of them had leather armor on. Extremely grimy, Cara thought scrunching her nose. They had various weapons strapped to their bodies and folded nets on the back of the horses. They looked like slave dealers. That assumption was confirmed when she saw Noran at the front. The man who had hit on her the night before, was next to a older man who resembled him.
“What is it Cara?” the Confessor asked worriedly, trying to look over Cara’s shoulder.
“Slave dealers asking for you,” she said succinctly, “I don’t like this, don’t leave this room without me, I’m just going to put my clothes on.” The blonde said retreating to where she left her leather and hurriedly putting them on. Kahlan busied herself with putting her white dress back on. After making sure her daggers were secure on her boots, the Confessor moved to help Cara with the laces on her back. The blonde gave her a curt nod of appreciation. The adrenaline provoked from their the concern about what was happening outside made them act quickly and practically, avoiding thinking about what had transpired between them on the bed.
When Cara opened the door she found Richard and Zedd on the other side. The Seeker had his hand raised to knock. Richard and Cara looked at each other with serious expressions, tacitly assuring one another that they where going with Kahlan to protect her from whatever was waiting at the front of the inn. The four went down the stairs, thinking about what awaits them.
*****
When they arrived at the front of the inn they heard the man that sounded like he was the leader talk to the innkeeper.
“I demand to see the Mother Confessor,” he shouted furiously, “I know she’s in there; go get her or I’ll burn this whole thing to the ground.”
“You don’t’ have to do anything,” the Mother Confessors voice sounded crisp and clear. “I’m right here. What do you want with me?” Kahlan asked, her face locked into the mask of authority and coolness that belonged to the Mother Confessor.
“I want you to pay for destroying my only son,” the man seethed with rage, while he dismounted and advanced on Kahlan.
Immediately Richard unsheathed his sword and put himself in front of Kahlan. Cara assumed the same posture, agiels at the ready in her hands.
“Before you dictate a sentence, tell me what you think I did to your son,” Kahlan said calmly, but without losing her posture and looking the man in the eyes, conveying that she did not fear him in any way.
The man huffed and turned around. “My name is Tryan and this is my son, Noran.” Tryan said, while pointing at the man that tried to bed Cara the night before.
Noran dismounted his horse and approached the Confessor. Richard and Cara stood ready to strike. But when Noran got closer he bowed his head and said respectfully in greeting, “Mother Confessor.”
When Noran lifted his head and looked at Kahlan, she understood immediately what his father meant. “He’s confessed,” she said, stunned. Cara and Richard turned around quickly, looking perplexed and confused at her. Zedd furrowed his brown in confusion too, pondering the implications, How is this possible? the wizard thought.
Chapter 6 Part 1
Author: misanagy
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan; a litlle Richard/Kahlan
Rating: PG-13, probably will be R or NC-17 latter.
Length: 3,607 words
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Terry Goodkind and ABC/Disney.
Summary: After “Desecrated”, the merry band continues the search for the Stone of Tears, but along the way other things will be discovered and new people will appear in their lives.
AN:Many many thanks to my beta shadowsoffense. Your help is highly appreciated :D
In the morning Kahlan woke up, but didn’t open her eyes immediately. She was in a comfortable and warm cocoon with no desire to get out. But, unfortunately, duty called and sooner or later she would need to get out of the comfortable, and rare, bed.
The moment she opened her eyes she saw the reason of her being so snug. In front of her was a cascade of blonde hair and her body was wrapped around another with hot golden skin. She inhaled the essence surrounding her, that was all leather and something else that was all Cara. The Mord’Sith was sprawled on her back, in the same way she went to sleep in. The Confessor must have rolled in her sleep and ended up on her side, half on top of the blonde. Kahlan had her left arm throw over Cara’s stomach and her left leg tangled with the blonde’s left one. It was just as she noticed where all of her limbs were that she became aware of her skin being in direct contact with Cara’s. She had her hand palming Cara’s stomach beneath the oversized shirt the blonde wore to sleep, and since the Mord’Sith refused to put anything more than the shirt and her undergarments on, the bare skin of their legs were alluringly connected.
Cara was still sleeping soundly; which was a little odd since she normally woke up before Kahlan. The Mother Confessor dared to raise her head, without moving anything else, and took a moment to admire Cara. The blonde looked so peaceful. When they were sleeping in the woods, Cara usually slept with one eye open, but now she was completely serene. The blonde had her head slightly turned in Kahlan’s direction and her left arm was draped around Kahlan’s back, making the Confessor feel as secure as if she were surrounded by the elite of the Home Guard.
The sheets had fallen to their waists and Kahlan admired how her hand rested upon Cara’s toned stomach. She always knew Cara had to have a toned body, but actually feeling those strong muscles beneath such a soft skin was mesmerizing to Kahlan. She was just taking in all that she was feeling, without scrutinizing for the reason she was feeling this strong pull towards the blonde woman. She let her hand glide across Cara’s stomach and came across little burn marks on her left hip. That was the place she kept her agiels, the constant pain that the weapon caused must have left those marks there. She traced them with a ghostly touch, fearing she would wake up Cara. The fact that the blonde hadn’t woke up by now left Kahlan thinking that the Mord’Sith must be in the same state of comfort that Kahlan had been in when she first woke up, and it prevented her from waking, even with Kahlan’s touches.
Letting her hand continue stroking the marks, the Confessor started to think about the pain of the agiels, if the pain of touching them was always the same. She had felt the sting of those particular weapons once, when the Mord’Sith had burnt her wound close when they were chasing Zedd and Denna. That pain had been so excruciating she had passed out. And now, from some morbid curiosity, she wanted to know if it would be the same; if Cara felt that kind of excruciating pain at her hip, where she carried the agiels. With this thought, Kahlan looked to the side table, where Cara’s agiels were resting ready for use. Without really thinking, Kahlan lifted her hand from Cara’s stomach and stretched to reach one of the agiels. On the moment she was about to touch one with the tips of her fingers though, she heard a husky voice next to her ear.
“What in the Creator’s name do you think you’re doing?” Cara said, her voice sounding rough because she just woke up, but carrying every single once of intensity as if she had been awake for hours.
Startled by Cara’s voice, Kahlan lost her balance and her body fell upon Cara’s. Her upper body was flushed with the blonde’s and Kahlan could feel the raise of Cara’s chest as the Mord’Sith breathed. She could feel Cara’s breasts pressed to her own. As the Confessor looked in the blonde’s piercing green eyes she lost herself in their intensity.
“I…I…I was…” Kahlan stuttered, completely unfocused. Her gaze going from Cara’s eyes to Cara’s puckered lips.
“You were reaching for my agiel,” Cara said, without taking her hand from around Kahlan’s back.
“Yes,” Kahlan blinked. “I was just going to touch one,” she said vaguely.
“You were just going to touch one?” Cara repeated raising one perfect eyebrow. “Let me explain something to you Kahlan,” the blonde said tucking one lock of the Confessors dark long hair behind her ear. “The only way either one of my agiel is going to touch you is if you need to have another gash burned closed hurriedly,” she said quietly. “Or if I die and someone picks it up to hurt you.” When Kahlan just stared at her, she added determinedly. “Probably not even then, I would definitely come back from the dead and kill the bastard before anything could happen.”
Kahlan was so mesmerized by Cara’s closeness, by the way their bodies molded together, that she was barely paying attention to what Cara was saying. When Cara touched her hair so tenderly and absentmindedly, like it was a daily occurrence, Kahlan knew she had never felt so exhilarated and protected as she was at that moment. Cara was, without a doubt the most thrilling being she had ever met.
She could feel the warm breath from the Mord’Sith’s lips; she couldn’t help but look at those full and luscious rosy distractions. It was like she couldn’t control her own body. Without conscious thought, she started to lower herself on the blonde, looking between Cara’s eyes and lips, and aiming her lips at the blonde’s. The attraction she felt towards Cara was now painfully evident.
Cara swallowed slowly. She could not believe what was about to happen. Was Kahlan really about to kiss her? The Confessor was worming herself inside Cara’s defenses, successfully tearing down her walls and getting to places inside her no one had ever been before. The only thing Cara could do right now, the only thing that she wanted to do, was kiss Kahlan’s sweet soft lips. Cara encouraged Kahlan with the hand she still had on the brunettes back. The Mord’Sith could feel her chest tremble in anticipation. As both of them felt their lips barely touch, the moment was violently interrupted by an angry loud voice from outside.
“Mother Confessor,” a man’s voice yelled angrily.
Kahlan jumped away from Cara’s embrace and looked in the window’s direction. Cara immediately picked up her agiels and went to the window to see who was the owner of the voice. When she looked outside she saw ten men on horseback, all lined up in front of the inn. All of them had leather armor on. Extremely grimy, Cara thought scrunching her nose. They had various weapons strapped to their bodies and folded nets on the back of the horses. They looked like slave dealers. That assumption was confirmed when she saw Noran at the front. The man who had hit on her the night before, was next to a older man who resembled him.
“What is it Cara?” the Confessor asked worriedly, trying to look over Cara’s shoulder.
“Slave dealers asking for you,” she said succinctly, “I don’t like this, don’t leave this room without me, I’m just going to put my clothes on.” The blonde said retreating to where she left her leather and hurriedly putting them on. Kahlan busied herself with putting her white dress back on. After making sure her daggers were secure on her boots, the Confessor moved to help Cara with the laces on her back. The blonde gave her a curt nod of appreciation. The adrenaline provoked from their the concern about what was happening outside made them act quickly and practically, avoiding thinking about what had transpired between them on the bed.
When Cara opened the door she found Richard and Zedd on the other side. The Seeker had his hand raised to knock. Richard and Cara looked at each other with serious expressions, tacitly assuring one another that they where going with Kahlan to protect her from whatever was waiting at the front of the inn. The four went down the stairs, thinking about what awaits them.
*****
When they arrived at the front of the inn they heard the man that sounded like he was the leader talk to the innkeeper.
“I demand to see the Mother Confessor,” he shouted furiously, “I know she’s in there; go get her or I’ll burn this whole thing to the ground.”
“You don’t’ have to do anything,” the Mother Confessors voice sounded crisp and clear. “I’m right here. What do you want with me?” Kahlan asked, her face locked into the mask of authority and coolness that belonged to the Mother Confessor.
“I want you to pay for destroying my only son,” the man seethed with rage, while he dismounted and advanced on Kahlan.
Immediately Richard unsheathed his sword and put himself in front of Kahlan. Cara assumed the same posture, agiels at the ready in her hands.
“Before you dictate a sentence, tell me what you think I did to your son,” Kahlan said calmly, but without losing her posture and looking the man in the eyes, conveying that she did not fear him in any way.
The man huffed and turned around. “My name is Tryan and this is my son, Noran.” Tryan said, while pointing at the man that tried to bed Cara the night before.
Noran dismounted his horse and approached the Confessor. Richard and Cara stood ready to strike. But when Noran got closer he bowed his head and said respectfully in greeting, “Mother Confessor.”
When Noran lifted his head and looked at Kahlan, she understood immediately what his father meant. “He’s confessed,” she said, stunned. Cara and Richard turned around quickly, looking perplexed and confused at her. Zedd furrowed his brown in confusion too, pondering the implications, How is this possible? the wizard thought.
Chapter 6 Part 1