Fic: A Little Evil Comes A Long Way (Kahlan/Cara) 10/33
Title: A Little Evil Comes A Long Way
Author: raug_moss
Pairings: Kahlan/Cara
Rating: NC-17
A/N: modern AU
A/N2: Somebody has a new job... and no, it's not Tabrett Bethell. I'm talking about me. Which means more 'she works hard for the money, so hard for the money' and less time for writing. But I will not abandon this story, promise!
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9
Chapter 10
A few rays of the setting sun come in through her window as Kahlan smoothes some invisible wrinkles out of her dress by dragging her hands from her breasts down to her thighs. It’s not really necessary because the dress fits her perfectly, but she still feels uncomfortable.
The heels she’s gotten from Dahlia don’t make that any better either. Her legs seem wobbly in them and she knows that her left knee will start hurting if she has to wear them all night. The scar that runs underneath her kneecap is barely hidden by the black fabric of the dress and so she’s put some make-up on to conceal it.
“Damn woman,” Dahlia says as she crosses her arms before her chest and leans against the doorframe. “You look smoking.”
Kahlan raises an eyebrow at the other woman and then turns to the mirror that has been hidden behind her dresser. She’s put it up a few hours ago to get ready for the dinner party.
The dinner party. Kahlan sighs at the thought.
Earlier in the day the dress had arrived along with a card and some instructions. A little more specific than ‘wear the dress, look pretty, be ready by eight’ would’ve been nice though.
“It doesn’t really matter what I look like when I’ll end up dead by morning. I could be walking into a trap and wouldn’t even know it,” Kahlan flares up.
“There’s no one who would set a trap for you cousin. No one knows you.”
Something appears in Kahlan’s eyes that hadn’t been there before, maybe a memory or just an emotion, but for a moment her entire body stiffens.
Dahlia sees it but decides not to push any further.
“No you’re right, nobody knows me here,” Kahlan answers after a few seconds have gone by. She rolls her shoulders and refocuses on her image in the mirror.
Her hair is tied back rather artistically on the sides and top while the rest of her black tresses cascade down her back. Who knew Dahlia would be such an expert when it comes to hairstyles?
The dress however is simple with its broad straps and knee-length. It’s black with a touch of dark blue that slightly changes color whenever she moves. Her pale skin stands out against it, as well as her eyes, and the effect is really quite stunning. The bruises that are still marring her neck are covered by heavy make-up that Kahlan has previously borrowed from Dahlia. Luckily enough it fit her skin tone quite nicely.
“The dress must’ve been expensive,” Dahlia announces after intense scrutiny.
“Probably.”
“See cousin, I told you we’re going to move up the social ladder now and what happens? This is your third day in the city and you’re already dressed like a rich woman. Plus you’ll be going to a fancy dinner.”
“Oh my god I can’t wait,” Kahlan mocks and with her hands fans some air into her face.
Dahlia grins and shakes her head. “Whatever it is you’ll be doing, you’re at least going to look amazing. That’s something right?”
Kahlan can’t help but smile at Dahlia’s constant enthusiasm. Neither the shabby street they live in, nor the continuous danger that seems to loom over the city can stop Dahlia from seeing things in a positive way.
“Don’t forget your key cousin. I might not be here when you get back,” Dahlia reminds.
Kahlan nods and glances into the mirror one last time. At least she would go down looking amazing. The brunette sighs and rolls her shoulders, thankful for the fact that the dress covers her entire back.
The doorbell rings and it’s Dahlia who bounces to the door like she is about to be picked up for her date on prom night.
When Kahlan stuffs the key into her black purse, which she’s borrowed from Dahlia as well, and enters the living room she is surprised to find a man in a tux and hat waiting for her.
“Kahlan, this is your driver,” Dahlia says, raising an eyebrow at her cousin. “The limousine is waiting downstairs.”
She can see the jealousy in the dark-blonde’s expression but Kahlan only shrugs helplessly.
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“Try to enjoy yourself,” Dahlia encourages. “That’s what I would do, if someone would pick me up with a limousine. But since no one does…”
“Sure.” Kahlan tries not to look too nervous. She can’t really focus on Dahlia’s words and simply smiles weakly at her. Nothing has changed since yesterday and she therefore still despises not knowing what is going to happen.
She grabs her leather jacket and follows the driver, who refuses to say a single word, out of the door. And indeed a limousine is parked on the side of the road right in front of their building. The light of the setting sun is swallowed by the pitch black paint and a few people have already gathered to stare at it. The sight must be something quite out of the ordinary but it irks her that they attract so much attention.
The driver opens the door and Kahlan slips inside, under the watchful eyes of the bystanders.
The engine purrs to live and she looks around in the spacious car. The seats are made of leather and also smell that way. The windows are darkly tinted and no prying eyes can follow her when the door is closed.
There’s also a small bucket with ice and a bottle of champagne in it. She turns away from the alcohol, not giving it a second thought because she needs her mind clear and her senses alert.
There’s a screen between the driver and her, so she can’t even ask him where the ride’s going. So instead she once again drags her hands across the fabric of the dress.
“Probably real silk…” she mumbles and then sighs.
She isn’t sure for how long the car keeps moving, but they eventually stop in a nicer neighborhood. The houses she can see through the window are rather large and the cars in front of them look expensive. Suddenly the door is flung open and Rahl climbs into the limousine. He’s wearing a suit again, his hair is slicked back, and he smiles at her.
“I knew the dress would fit you Kahlan,” he announces as the car drives away from the curb.
“Don’t think I allowed you to talk to me so informally. How come you know my name anyway,” she says, narrowing her eyes at him.
“Let’s just say I have my sources, although there wasn’t much to find out about you. Did you really lead that boring a life?”
“I don’t see how that’s any of your concern,” she answers coldly. On the inside however she sighs with relief.
“Would you mind telling me what this is all about? I don’t like being left in the dark. Ever,” she says, changing the topic.
Rahl grabs the champagne and pops the bottle. Quickly holding it over a crystal glass in a holder he fills it and then looks at Kahlan silently asking if she wants some as well. The brunette shakes her head and watches Rahl as he empties the entire glass in one gulp.
“Talk or I’m out.”
“Relax woman. You should be enjoying this,” he says, sighing.
Kahlan stares at him.
“Alright, fine! Try to look a little less intimidating once we get to the dinner,” he grumbles. “Like I said, there’s going to be a party. Lots of important people are going to be there, you know the usual, some political animals, high ranking military officers, rich business men.”
Kahlan nods. “And what is my part in this?”
“Your task is going to be rather easy. All you have to do is make sure that one person stays at the party all night.”
Rahl grins at her as if he’s just given her high-class orgasm.
“You want me to throw myself at a guy just so that he stays? Why?” Kahlan asks, not impressed at all.
“I can’t tell you the reason, it’s not important for your assignment. And yes you will do whatever it takes. If it’s a blowjob that keeps him there it will be what you’ll give him.”
Kahlan snorts and simply lets the comment slide.
Rahl chuckles and refills his glass. “If you do well, maybe the big boss feels generous and will offer you another job.”
“Another job? I’m going to regret this bitterly, aren’t I?” Kahlan asks quietly and sinks back into the leather seat.
Chapter 11
Author: raug_moss
Pairings: Kahlan/Cara
Rating: NC-17
A/N: modern AU
A/N2: Somebody has a new job... and no, it's not Tabrett Bethell. I'm talking about me. Which means more 'she works hard for the money, so hard for the money' and less time for writing. But I will not abandon this story, promise!
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9
Chapter 10
A few rays of the setting sun come in through her window as Kahlan smoothes some invisible wrinkles out of her dress by dragging her hands from her breasts down to her thighs. It’s not really necessary because the dress fits her perfectly, but she still feels uncomfortable.
The heels she’s gotten from Dahlia don’t make that any better either. Her legs seem wobbly in them and she knows that her left knee will start hurting if she has to wear them all night. The scar that runs underneath her kneecap is barely hidden by the black fabric of the dress and so she’s put some make-up on to conceal it.
“Damn woman,” Dahlia says as she crosses her arms before her chest and leans against the doorframe. “You look smoking.”
Kahlan raises an eyebrow at the other woman and then turns to the mirror that has been hidden behind her dresser. She’s put it up a few hours ago to get ready for the dinner party.
The dinner party. Kahlan sighs at the thought.
Earlier in the day the dress had arrived along with a card and some instructions. A little more specific than ‘wear the dress, look pretty, be ready by eight’ would’ve been nice though.
“It doesn’t really matter what I look like when I’ll end up dead by morning. I could be walking into a trap and wouldn’t even know it,” Kahlan flares up.
“There’s no one who would set a trap for you cousin. No one knows you.”
Something appears in Kahlan’s eyes that hadn’t been there before, maybe a memory or just an emotion, but for a moment her entire body stiffens.
Dahlia sees it but decides not to push any further.
“No you’re right, nobody knows me here,” Kahlan answers after a few seconds have gone by. She rolls her shoulders and refocuses on her image in the mirror.
Her hair is tied back rather artistically on the sides and top while the rest of her black tresses cascade down her back. Who knew Dahlia would be such an expert when it comes to hairstyles?
The dress however is simple with its broad straps and knee-length. It’s black with a touch of dark blue that slightly changes color whenever she moves. Her pale skin stands out against it, as well as her eyes, and the effect is really quite stunning. The bruises that are still marring her neck are covered by heavy make-up that Kahlan has previously borrowed from Dahlia. Luckily enough it fit her skin tone quite nicely.
“The dress must’ve been expensive,” Dahlia announces after intense scrutiny.
“Probably.”
“See cousin, I told you we’re going to move up the social ladder now and what happens? This is your third day in the city and you’re already dressed like a rich woman. Plus you’ll be going to a fancy dinner.”
“Oh my god I can’t wait,” Kahlan mocks and with her hands fans some air into her face.
Dahlia grins and shakes her head. “Whatever it is you’ll be doing, you’re at least going to look amazing. That’s something right?”
Kahlan can’t help but smile at Dahlia’s constant enthusiasm. Neither the shabby street they live in, nor the continuous danger that seems to loom over the city can stop Dahlia from seeing things in a positive way.
“Don’t forget your key cousin. I might not be here when you get back,” Dahlia reminds.
Kahlan nods and glances into the mirror one last time. At least she would go down looking amazing. The brunette sighs and rolls her shoulders, thankful for the fact that the dress covers her entire back.
The doorbell rings and it’s Dahlia who bounces to the door like she is about to be picked up for her date on prom night.
When Kahlan stuffs the key into her black purse, which she’s borrowed from Dahlia as well, and enters the living room she is surprised to find a man in a tux and hat waiting for her.
“Kahlan, this is your driver,” Dahlia says, raising an eyebrow at her cousin. “The limousine is waiting downstairs.”
She can see the jealousy in the dark-blonde’s expression but Kahlan only shrugs helplessly.
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“Try to enjoy yourself,” Dahlia encourages. “That’s what I would do, if someone would pick me up with a limousine. But since no one does…”
“Sure.” Kahlan tries not to look too nervous. She can’t really focus on Dahlia’s words and simply smiles weakly at her. Nothing has changed since yesterday and she therefore still despises not knowing what is going to happen.
She grabs her leather jacket and follows the driver, who refuses to say a single word, out of the door. And indeed a limousine is parked on the side of the road right in front of their building. The light of the setting sun is swallowed by the pitch black paint and a few people have already gathered to stare at it. The sight must be something quite out of the ordinary but it irks her that they attract so much attention.
The driver opens the door and Kahlan slips inside, under the watchful eyes of the bystanders.
The engine purrs to live and she looks around in the spacious car. The seats are made of leather and also smell that way. The windows are darkly tinted and no prying eyes can follow her when the door is closed.
There’s also a small bucket with ice and a bottle of champagne in it. She turns away from the alcohol, not giving it a second thought because she needs her mind clear and her senses alert.
There’s a screen between the driver and her, so she can’t even ask him where the ride’s going. So instead she once again drags her hands across the fabric of the dress.
“Probably real silk…” she mumbles and then sighs.
She isn’t sure for how long the car keeps moving, but they eventually stop in a nicer neighborhood. The houses she can see through the window are rather large and the cars in front of them look expensive. Suddenly the door is flung open and Rahl climbs into the limousine. He’s wearing a suit again, his hair is slicked back, and he smiles at her.
“I knew the dress would fit you Kahlan,” he announces as the car drives away from the curb.
“Don’t think I allowed you to talk to me so informally. How come you know my name anyway,” she says, narrowing her eyes at him.
“Let’s just say I have my sources, although there wasn’t much to find out about you. Did you really lead that boring a life?”
“I don’t see how that’s any of your concern,” she answers coldly. On the inside however she sighs with relief.
“Would you mind telling me what this is all about? I don’t like being left in the dark. Ever,” she says, changing the topic.
Rahl grabs the champagne and pops the bottle. Quickly holding it over a crystal glass in a holder he fills it and then looks at Kahlan silently asking if she wants some as well. The brunette shakes her head and watches Rahl as he empties the entire glass in one gulp.
“Talk or I’m out.”
“Relax woman. You should be enjoying this,” he says, sighing.
Kahlan stares at him.
“Alright, fine! Try to look a little less intimidating once we get to the dinner,” he grumbles. “Like I said, there’s going to be a party. Lots of important people are going to be there, you know the usual, some political animals, high ranking military officers, rich business men.”
Kahlan nods. “And what is my part in this?”
“Your task is going to be rather easy. All you have to do is make sure that one person stays at the party all night.”
Rahl grins at her as if he’s just given her high-class orgasm.
“You want me to throw myself at a guy just so that he stays? Why?” Kahlan asks, not impressed at all.
“I can’t tell you the reason, it’s not important for your assignment. And yes you will do whatever it takes. If it’s a blowjob that keeps him there it will be what you’ll give him.”
Kahlan snorts and simply lets the comment slide.
Rahl chuckles and refills his glass. “If you do well, maybe the big boss feels generous and will offer you another job.”
“Another job? I’m going to regret this bitterly, aren’t I?” Kahlan asks quietly and sinks back into the leather seat.
Chapter 11