Hide and Seek (1/1)
Title: Hide and Seek
Rating: M/NC-17
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Richard/Kahlan
Spoilers: None
Warning(s): contains sexual content, heed rating
Summary: Richard and Kahlan take advantage of the dark.
Notes: Enjoy.
Ancient, gargantuan trees towered above them, proud and beautiful in their majesty. Thick foliage in tangled green grew from their old, gnarled limbs, forming a shaded canopy that shielded them from the lingering rays of the descending sunset. Cast down were shadows of cobalt and gray, playing across the forest floor. That floor was carpeted in soft, emerald green, spotted with moss and clovers and decomposing leaves.
He watched the stars as twilight began to cloak the skies. The foliage around him was buzzing with life, the sounds of insects chirping and night birds keening, the distant calls of animals that had yet to make their slumber.
She was close by, dressed in a flowing summer dress of soft lavender that brought out of the blush of her complexion. The belt-less fit denied him the sight of her natural curves, but the loose fit revealed the creamy expanse of her breasts.
His heart raced, his mouth went dry, and an intense heat stirred in his loins.
With a few more silent strides on his part, she stood before him, an ethereal apparition in the moonlight. But like always, the other half of his soul sensed him near, and she turned to face him. Everything about her posture, eyes and expression were welcoming. He ached for her and everything in and around him urged him to make those few final movements. Doing so, he did not hesitate to go to her.
In the faint glow, Kahlan's eyes seemed to shine, soulful and enticing. They were as blue as the ocean, enigmatic, magical and deep. Making the first, bold move, he raised his hand, lightly caressing her cheek. A half-smile tugged at full, sensual lips as she stepped forward into the circle of his arms.
Gentle fingers moved from his wrist to slowly trail up his hand, arm and shoulder, finally coming to rest at his cheek with a teasing, tickling brush. "I've been waiting for you, Seeker."
Richard's mouth curled into a warm, languid smile, and he stepped toward her.
Her scent filled his nose, enveloping him, calling to him. The sweet floral scent reminded him of the first breath of spring, as he wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her warm, lithe body against his, and lowered his head toward hers.
They came together with a sudden flame ignited.
Mouths met and clung.
Touch took on a life of its own.
It was lips and tongue and teeth, hands and fingers and entwining limbs. Taste, touch, smell and sound were enhanced so sweetly. Anything else was a forgotten sensation in the uprising heat generated between them, generous shadow cast over them to veil their clandestine intentions.
Kahlan slipped a hand inside his tunic, skimming her fingers over the defined shape of his pectorals. She made quick work of stripping his vest, pushing up his top as Richard lifted his arms to pull the garment over his head. She flattened her palms just beneath his ribs as she caressed every bit of naked skin she could reach.
She pulled away, breaking their embrace and he gave a groan of disappointment, his efforts to reach out to her thwarted when she backed away even further. A teasing smile played across cherry-red lips full and swollen from their kisses, blue eyes aglow with mischief as she whispered. "Do you want me, Richard?"
"That's a rather senseless question to ask."
"You'll have to earn it, my love."
And the chase was on.
xxx
There was something about this particular brand of hunt that never failed to thrill Richard. His nature and training enabled him to stalk through the forest with the stealth and grace of a wildcat, a lurking prowler hidden in the shadows, waiting for his chance to strike.
To feel his body loose and flowing with motion yet tense with anticipation, muscles contracted, ready to spring at the absolute opportune moment. Like being in battle, but so different at the same time. His blood was heated, desire thrumming until the instincts and impulses were as much a part of him as flesh and bone.
He had waited impatiently, giving her the head start they usually agreed on. He trotted soundlessly through the forest, the primal thirst for the chase stirred inside of him. As well as he has taught her, she was still so easy for him to track.
He would catch her sooner or later, but for now, he would let her have her fun.
xxx
When he found her, it was on the banks of what had drawn them most to making their camp in this area: hot springs.
Undoing the ties to her dress, she let the clothing fall to her feet, leaving her naked to the cool night air. She was an ethereal apparition in the moonlight, a goddess in the night's illumination. She turned, gently releasing the binds of her braided hair. The thick masses cascaded down like heavy silk, falling to her waist. The raven tresses fell over her face as she bent over, giving him a full view of her pertly rounded buttocks, and he suppressed a groan.
She smoothly submerged herself into the water, the warmth enveloping her with the familiar comfort of a lover. He edged closer, and her ears perked up at the rustle in the nearby leaves.
She knew he was there.
"Richard," she whispered.
The sound of her voice, soft, husky and alluring, was intoxicating, his name slipping from her tongue like sweet honey.
He struck a breathtaking sight, bare from the waist up to leave little to the imagination, and there was no denying he was a magnificent example of masculine beauty. Powerful muscles beneath tawny skin accenting a sinewy body, the swarthy aura around him softened with unreadable emotions. He gazed down at her from his elevated vantage point, eyes shadowed and blazing with a kindling intensity.
"Richard…" She breathed his name, a quiet, husky sound that lingered through the air, reaching his ears in a caressing whisper as intimate as a physical touch.
She slowly emerged from the water, the sudden change of temperature raising goosebumps against her skin. Water glistened against her body, accenting the utter temptation that was silken curves and skin. She slid onto one of the smooth stones aligning the pool, holding his stare from a moment longer before demurely lowering her eyes, conveying silent invitation.
Richard hesitated no longer, vaulting himself off the low ledge to land effortlessly onto the soft bank. He stripped of boots, sword belt, and pants as he went, slowly making his way into water. A moment later, warm fingers curled around her chin, tilting her face toward him.
Brown eyes met blue, strong arms encasing her as he pulled her tightly against him. He nuzzled her neck, rough hands slowly skimming up her back, sending heated shivers down her spine. His lips were against her throat in soft ministrations, warm breath brushing against sensitive skin as he gently exhaled. "Am I welcome, Mother Confessor?"
Her head fell back to allow him better access as he trailed soft kisses down her neck and shoulder, tongue swathing against flushed skin, teeth scraping lightly against the sensitive spot just beneath her jaw. It was just like Richard that he could so effortlessly find that spot, as he had from the moment he made the discovery, their first time. He was intensely observant, attentive and focused to everything he did.
Especially regarding her.
It was that focus, after all, that had finally worn down her resolve not to take the risk of joining with him, even after his quest had finally been completed. And it was then they had discovered the key to avoiding Confession upon completion: pure, unadulterated love and devotion on Richard's part, no fear or hesitation taking residence in his heart. No other man had looked at her, touched her, believed in her, or loved her like Richard had, nor ever could.
She thanked the Creator every day for sending him to her.
She reciprocated his touch, pressing her lips to his neck. He felt it, then as they parted in a breathless whisper of his name, curling into a smirk as she leaned up. She caught his earlobe between her teeth, tracing her tongue along the shell. "You're welcome here, Seeker. Very welcome."
Her arms slipped around his neck as he lifted her, listening to the dark groan rumbling through him as he kissed her. The kiss was a soft, languid stirring of passion, a gentle contact eliciting a deeper reaction than they could have ever expected before each other. He lowered her carefully into the shallows near the shore, the scalding temperature of the water ignored. Instead, the warmth enveloped her as thoroughly as his embrace when they sank down together into the heated depths.
He kissed her once more and his kiss was different, rough and demanding, deep and unyielding. Her response was unrestrained but giving and her submission gentled him, calming the primal impulse inside him. He softly pecked her lips, hands softly stroking her face. His breath was ragged in her ear after they parted, muscles slowly relaxing as she skimmed her hands up the sleek skin of his back.
She leaned back and he gently settled himself between her legs. She felt him, throbbing and painfully erect, against her inner thigh, and she whimpered with soft longing. Her hands slid upward to tangle into the fine hair at the nape of his neck, whispering his name. Kahlan kissed his temple as she parted her legs, arching into him. Richard closed his eyes with a murmur of content, as she took him into her body.
Pleasure filled every sense as he moved above her in slow, languorous rhythm. Her head fell back, nails lightly scouring his back as he took her closer to what'd she wanted from the moment they locked eyes. The water around them weighed down each undulating of his body, slowing his movements, but still kept them smooth and steady with added buoyancy. At times he kept his thrusts teasing and fleeting, other times deep and lingering in startling intensity, all the while playing her body with hands and mouth of a beloved lover.
He shifted, bracing his weight on his forearms. He picked up speed, Kahlan locking her legs around his waist to deepen the instinctive arch of her own hips, taking him deeper. She could do nothing more than hold on, soft and pliant to his demands as he pushed into her, determined to bring her into her pleasure.
And he did, rendering her trembling and exhausted in his arms as he released himself in the aftermath of her still quivering climax. She nearly collapsed if not for the way he eased them down with the weakness of both their bodies. He sighed softly, feeling the brush of her lips against his shoulder as she tucked her head into the crook of his shoulder. They stayed that way for a time, post-coital languor enveloping them both.
"Richard…"
Richard raised his head to smile at her. She combed her fingers through his hair, smoothing the damp locks away from his forehead. He leaned into her touch, turning his head to kiss her palm. "Love, we have to go back soon," he muttered, voice thick with regret, "And as much as I hate to say it, Zedd and Cara will be missing us soon."
"Mmm," she acknowledged, just as regretful, as she touched his face, stroking her thumb against his cheek. Her eyes focused on the distant horizon, just beginning to color with the gray hues of dawn. "You're right. But I wish we didn't have to." She nuzzled against his neck, breathing in the clean, wet scent of him. "I like having you close to me."
She shifted beneath him, and he shivered as her breasts brushed against his chest, thighs pressing against his reawakened groin. She moved slightly, earning a heavy groan from him as his loins began to harden.
"Heartless," he grumbled as she slipped a hand between his legs, not to wrap around him, instead to teasingly stroke his thigh. He twitched and she grinned, kissing him with a lazy intimacy. She traced her tongue over his lower lip, catching it between her teeth. He growled in response, the low sound rumbling through his chest, causing a shiver of excitement to resound through his lover.
He lowered his head, taking a breast into his mouth. She moaned, gripping at his hair as he circled his tongue around a pebbled nipple. He nipped at her, grabbing Kahlan's hands to pin her wrists above her head. He slipped his knee between her thighs, nudging them apart. He released one of her hands to gently grasp her leg, hitching it up around his hip, and he entered her once more.
Richard found himself falling into the motions of making love to her as easily as instinct, and he realized, as she wrapped herself around him and gasped his name, that he never wanted to stop.
The End
Rating: M/NC-17
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Richard/Kahlan
Spoilers: None
Warning(s): contains sexual content, heed rating
Summary: Richard and Kahlan take advantage of the dark.
Notes: Enjoy.
Ancient, gargantuan trees towered above them, proud and beautiful in their majesty. Thick foliage in tangled green grew from their old, gnarled limbs, forming a shaded canopy that shielded them from the lingering rays of the descending sunset. Cast down were shadows of cobalt and gray, playing across the forest floor. That floor was carpeted in soft, emerald green, spotted with moss and clovers and decomposing leaves.
He watched the stars as twilight began to cloak the skies. The foliage around him was buzzing with life, the sounds of insects chirping and night birds keening, the distant calls of animals that had yet to make their slumber.
She was close by, dressed in a flowing summer dress of soft lavender that brought out of the blush of her complexion. The belt-less fit denied him the sight of her natural curves, but the loose fit revealed the creamy expanse of her breasts.
His heart raced, his mouth went dry, and an intense heat stirred in his loins.
With a few more silent strides on his part, she stood before him, an ethereal apparition in the moonlight. But like always, the other half of his soul sensed him near, and she turned to face him. Everything about her posture, eyes and expression were welcoming. He ached for her and everything in and around him urged him to make those few final movements. Doing so, he did not hesitate to go to her.
In the faint glow, Kahlan's eyes seemed to shine, soulful and enticing. They were as blue as the ocean, enigmatic, magical and deep. Making the first, bold move, he raised his hand, lightly caressing her cheek. A half-smile tugged at full, sensual lips as she stepped forward into the circle of his arms.
Gentle fingers moved from his wrist to slowly trail up his hand, arm and shoulder, finally coming to rest at his cheek with a teasing, tickling brush. "I've been waiting for you, Seeker."
Richard's mouth curled into a warm, languid smile, and he stepped toward her.
Her scent filled his nose, enveloping him, calling to him. The sweet floral scent reminded him of the first breath of spring, as he wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her warm, lithe body against his, and lowered his head toward hers.
They came together with a sudden flame ignited.
Mouths met and clung.
Touch took on a life of its own.
It was lips and tongue and teeth, hands and fingers and entwining limbs. Taste, touch, smell and sound were enhanced so sweetly. Anything else was a forgotten sensation in the uprising heat generated between them, generous shadow cast over them to veil their clandestine intentions.
Kahlan slipped a hand inside his tunic, skimming her fingers over the defined shape of his pectorals. She made quick work of stripping his vest, pushing up his top as Richard lifted his arms to pull the garment over his head. She flattened her palms just beneath his ribs as she caressed every bit of naked skin she could reach.
She pulled away, breaking their embrace and he gave a groan of disappointment, his efforts to reach out to her thwarted when she backed away even further. A teasing smile played across cherry-red lips full and swollen from their kisses, blue eyes aglow with mischief as she whispered. "Do you want me, Richard?"
"That's a rather senseless question to ask."
"You'll have to earn it, my love."
And the chase was on.
xxx
There was something about this particular brand of hunt that never failed to thrill Richard. His nature and training enabled him to stalk through the forest with the stealth and grace of a wildcat, a lurking prowler hidden in the shadows, waiting for his chance to strike.
To feel his body loose and flowing with motion yet tense with anticipation, muscles contracted, ready to spring at the absolute opportune moment. Like being in battle, but so different at the same time. His blood was heated, desire thrumming until the instincts and impulses were as much a part of him as flesh and bone.
He had waited impatiently, giving her the head start they usually agreed on. He trotted soundlessly through the forest, the primal thirst for the chase stirred inside of him. As well as he has taught her, she was still so easy for him to track.
He would catch her sooner or later, but for now, he would let her have her fun.
xxx
When he found her, it was on the banks of what had drawn them most to making their camp in this area: hot springs.
Undoing the ties to her dress, she let the clothing fall to her feet, leaving her naked to the cool night air. She was an ethereal apparition in the moonlight, a goddess in the night's illumination. She turned, gently releasing the binds of her braided hair. The thick masses cascaded down like heavy silk, falling to her waist. The raven tresses fell over her face as she bent over, giving him a full view of her pertly rounded buttocks, and he suppressed a groan.
She smoothly submerged herself into the water, the warmth enveloping her with the familiar comfort of a lover. He edged closer, and her ears perked up at the rustle in the nearby leaves.
She knew he was there.
"Richard," she whispered.
The sound of her voice, soft, husky and alluring, was intoxicating, his name slipping from her tongue like sweet honey.
He struck a breathtaking sight, bare from the waist up to leave little to the imagination, and there was no denying he was a magnificent example of masculine beauty. Powerful muscles beneath tawny skin accenting a sinewy body, the swarthy aura around him softened with unreadable emotions. He gazed down at her from his elevated vantage point, eyes shadowed and blazing with a kindling intensity.
"Richard…" She breathed his name, a quiet, husky sound that lingered through the air, reaching his ears in a caressing whisper as intimate as a physical touch.
She slowly emerged from the water, the sudden change of temperature raising goosebumps against her skin. Water glistened against her body, accenting the utter temptation that was silken curves and skin. She slid onto one of the smooth stones aligning the pool, holding his stare from a moment longer before demurely lowering her eyes, conveying silent invitation.
Richard hesitated no longer, vaulting himself off the low ledge to land effortlessly onto the soft bank. He stripped of boots, sword belt, and pants as he went, slowly making his way into water. A moment later, warm fingers curled around her chin, tilting her face toward him.
Brown eyes met blue, strong arms encasing her as he pulled her tightly against him. He nuzzled her neck, rough hands slowly skimming up her back, sending heated shivers down her spine. His lips were against her throat in soft ministrations, warm breath brushing against sensitive skin as he gently exhaled. "Am I welcome, Mother Confessor?"
Her head fell back to allow him better access as he trailed soft kisses down her neck and shoulder, tongue swathing against flushed skin, teeth scraping lightly against the sensitive spot just beneath her jaw. It was just like Richard that he could so effortlessly find that spot, as he had from the moment he made the discovery, their first time. He was intensely observant, attentive and focused to everything he did.
Especially regarding her.
It was that focus, after all, that had finally worn down her resolve not to take the risk of joining with him, even after his quest had finally been completed. And it was then they had discovered the key to avoiding Confession upon completion: pure, unadulterated love and devotion on Richard's part, no fear or hesitation taking residence in his heart. No other man had looked at her, touched her, believed in her, or loved her like Richard had, nor ever could.
She thanked the Creator every day for sending him to her.
She reciprocated his touch, pressing her lips to his neck. He felt it, then as they parted in a breathless whisper of his name, curling into a smirk as she leaned up. She caught his earlobe between her teeth, tracing her tongue along the shell. "You're welcome here, Seeker. Very welcome."
Her arms slipped around his neck as he lifted her, listening to the dark groan rumbling through him as he kissed her. The kiss was a soft, languid stirring of passion, a gentle contact eliciting a deeper reaction than they could have ever expected before each other. He lowered her carefully into the shallows near the shore, the scalding temperature of the water ignored. Instead, the warmth enveloped her as thoroughly as his embrace when they sank down together into the heated depths.
He kissed her once more and his kiss was different, rough and demanding, deep and unyielding. Her response was unrestrained but giving and her submission gentled him, calming the primal impulse inside him. He softly pecked her lips, hands softly stroking her face. His breath was ragged in her ear after they parted, muscles slowly relaxing as she skimmed her hands up the sleek skin of his back.
She leaned back and he gently settled himself between her legs. She felt him, throbbing and painfully erect, against her inner thigh, and she whimpered with soft longing. Her hands slid upward to tangle into the fine hair at the nape of his neck, whispering his name. Kahlan kissed his temple as she parted her legs, arching into him. Richard closed his eyes with a murmur of content, as she took him into her body.
Pleasure filled every sense as he moved above her in slow, languorous rhythm. Her head fell back, nails lightly scouring his back as he took her closer to what'd she wanted from the moment they locked eyes. The water around them weighed down each undulating of his body, slowing his movements, but still kept them smooth and steady with added buoyancy. At times he kept his thrusts teasing and fleeting, other times deep and lingering in startling intensity, all the while playing her body with hands and mouth of a beloved lover.
He shifted, bracing his weight on his forearms. He picked up speed, Kahlan locking her legs around his waist to deepen the instinctive arch of her own hips, taking him deeper. She could do nothing more than hold on, soft and pliant to his demands as he pushed into her, determined to bring her into her pleasure.
And he did, rendering her trembling and exhausted in his arms as he released himself in the aftermath of her still quivering climax. She nearly collapsed if not for the way he eased them down with the weakness of both their bodies. He sighed softly, feeling the brush of her lips against his shoulder as she tucked her head into the crook of his shoulder. They stayed that way for a time, post-coital languor enveloping them both.
"Richard…"
Richard raised his head to smile at her. She combed her fingers through his hair, smoothing the damp locks away from his forehead. He leaned into her touch, turning his head to kiss her palm. "Love, we have to go back soon," he muttered, voice thick with regret, "And as much as I hate to say it, Zedd and Cara will be missing us soon."
"Mmm," she acknowledged, just as regretful, as she touched his face, stroking her thumb against his cheek. Her eyes focused on the distant horizon, just beginning to color with the gray hues of dawn. "You're right. But I wish we didn't have to." She nuzzled against his neck, breathing in the clean, wet scent of him. "I like having you close to me."
She shifted beneath him, and he shivered as her breasts brushed against his chest, thighs pressing against his reawakened groin. She moved slightly, earning a heavy groan from him as his loins began to harden.
"Heartless," he grumbled as she slipped a hand between his legs, not to wrap around him, instead to teasingly stroke his thigh. He twitched and she grinned, kissing him with a lazy intimacy. She traced her tongue over his lower lip, catching it between her teeth. He growled in response, the low sound rumbling through his chest, causing a shiver of excitement to resound through his lover.
He lowered his head, taking a breast into his mouth. She moaned, gripping at his hair as he circled his tongue around a pebbled nipple. He nipped at her, grabbing Kahlan's hands to pin her wrists above her head. He slipped his knee between her thighs, nudging them apart. He released one of her hands to gently grasp her leg, hitching it up around his hip, and he entered her once more.
Richard found himself falling into the motions of making love to her as easily as instinct, and he realized, as she wrapped herself around him and gasped his name, that he never wanted to stop.
The End