Fic: A Little Evil Comes A Long Way (Kahlan/Cara) 12/33
Title: A Little Evil Comes A Long Way
Author: raug_moss
Pairings: Kahlan/Cara
Rating: NC-17
A/N: modern AU
A/N2: updates will be a little less frequent since I barely have any freetime, but I will try to work on the next chapters during the holidays. enjoy this one though!
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11
It’s only about an hour later and the dinner party is in full swing. Sven has wrapped his arm securely around Kahlan’s waist. And as the pliant woman she is, she clings to his arm and looks up at him with a seductive smile. She knows Rahl is watching them, but she doesn’t really care. For now she is doing exactly what has been asked of her, and it works surprisingly well.
It’s obvious that Sven is used to getting every woman he wants and Kahlan can’t help but feel slightly disgusted. Only on the inside of course.
He talks about how much money he has, how many cars he possesses and his many mansions all over the world. But all those assets are not as appealing as he thinks. Kahlan however still ‘ohhs’ and ‘ahhs’ every time he reveals how wealthy he is.
“I don’t usually stay long at those parties,” he says looking around with a little frown. Kahlan smirks. She knows that, of course, but it irks her that she doesn’t know why she has to keep him here. Rahl might want something from one of his houses, his office or some other place he usually goes. She shortly considers asking Sven what exactly his line of profession is, but thinks better of it. It would be fatal to arouse any kind of suspicion.
Instead she lowers her voice and leans into him, her hand resting on his chest.
“But isn’t it quite lovely tonight? With the two of us here...?”
Sven grins and tightens his hold on her.
“It sure is, but I’d rather you and I go to a more private place.”
Kahlan pretends to think about his request but he has already grabbed her hand and guides her out of a side door which leads into a luscious garden that surrounds half of the hotel.
He turns around in the semi-darkness and puts his large hands on her lower back to pull her closer. Kahlan’s stomach immediately turns.
She truly thought she could do this, but now that he is touching her, touching her back, she realizes that she isn’t ready for this by any means.
He moves toward her and tries to press his lips against her own, but she turns her head to the side. “I really think we should go back inside.”
She attempts to pry is arms away from her but he doesn’t let go.
“Oh come on, we should really have some fun. You didn’t seem too opposed to it a minute ago.”
His lips move to her neck and she protests quietly. Struggling a little more, she tries one last time to resolve this without blowing her cover, but after another minute of trying to fend off his lips and hands she’s about ready to break his skull.
Balling her hand into a fist she takes aim but is stopped in the last second by a voice coming from behind her.
“I think the lady said she isn’t interested.”
Sven raises his head and stares at the man who’s just interrupted them.
“Fuck off!” He scowls but their new companion really seems to be one of the good guys because he refuses to go.
Kahlan can’t turn around to see who is trying to come to her rescue since Sven is still holding her firmly in place. But she feels a hand on her shoulder and sees the other shoving Sven back. The huge blond man’s eyes blaze with anger. He’s obviously not used to being pushed around, so he swings his arm and hits the intruder squarely in the face.
Kahlan uses that moment to slip away to bring some distance between herself and the two men.
“Alright! Hands above your head!” The man shouts and pulls a gun out of the holster on his side. He has shaggy brown hair, a three-day beard and wears jeans and a simple jacket.
Sven simply stands there dumbfounded. “What the fuck! What the hell do you want?”
“You just assaulted a police officer and you’re under arrest!” The brown-haired man replies.
Getting out a pair of handcuffs he walks over to Sven, still pointing the gun at him.
Another police officer suddenly joins them after hearing the yelling outside. He’s wearing a uniform and quickly rushes to help cuff Sven who’s now began struggling.
Kahlan watches in rapt fascination as the two men take the blonde hulk down to cuff him, before the officer in uniform drags him away back to the front of the hotel while Sven struggles and curses the entire time.
Kahlan breathes a silent sigh of relief, glad that this dinner party is swarming with police and military officials.
“Hey are you alright?”
Kahlan turns her attention to her savior and smiles.
“Yes I’m alright, thank you.”
“I’m Detective Richard Cypher and if you’d like to press charges...” Richard offers but Kahlan interrupts him.
“What? Oh no. No I don’t think that will be necessary. He gets a little aggressive sometimes but I’m sure a night in prison will teach him a lesson.”
Kahlan looks at Richard with her best innocent expression and the detective nods. “Alright fine. Since everybody who could get him out of that cell is here tonight anyway he might even spend the next day there too. But if you change your mind, contact me.”
“Thank you so much Detective Cypher.”
“That’s my duty. But you might want to choose your company a little more wisely in the future.”
Kahlan nods, relief spreading through her entire body until she feels almost giddy.
Richard leads her back inside and looks at her from the corners of his eyes.
“I was trying to find a quiet place where I could change into something more formal when I came upon you.” He explains.
Kahlan nods again, thankful for the fact that he’d found them before changing his clothes because otherwise Sven might not have been stupid enough to hit him in the face.
“Again, I can’t thank you enough.”
“It’s really alright. If you should ever feel like...you need to talk, just call me.”
Would Kahlan be looking for the good guy with cute brown eyes shining with sincerity, she might’ve really given him a call. But knowing that this particular detective is not what she’s interested in she doesn’t encourage him any further. Instead she smiles and thanks him again.
After that it’s not very difficult to find Rahl in the crowd because he’s already gathered quite an audience, mainly consisting of way too young women in way too tiny dresses.
She swiftly moves to his side and leans into him.
“What are you doing here?” He hisses into her ear, clearly agitated.
“Mr Eriksson will stay in jail for the night. His inappropriate behavior has not made him very popular among the police officials here tonight...” She whispers back.
Rahl stares at her wide eyed and idly strokes his goatee with his fingertips.
“To say that I’m impressed would be an understatement. That is even better than anything I could’ve imagined. He didn’t see us coming in together and he probably won’t even be able to trace anything back to either of us. What can say? Well done.”
He grins and leans down to kiss her cheek.
Kahlan allows it and simply waits until the cloud of his cologne moves out of her vicinity.
“That means you won’t need me anymore? I can go?”
Rahl nods. “The night is all yours, but before that I’d like you to meet someone.”
He offers his arm to her once again and together they excuse themselves to walk through the large hall. There, near the bar, stands an elderly man, probably in his fifties, with graying hair and a perfect fitting tux. His eyes are as dark as a starless night as they settle on Kahlan.
Rahl shakes the man’s hand when they come to stand before him. He looks down in a gesture of submissiveness.
“Mr Dewitt, may I introduce you to Miss Kahlan Amnell.” He says quietly.
The gray-haired man takes Kahlan’s hand and quickly brushes his lips across the back of it.
“It’s a pleasure. I just saw how Mr Eriksson was escorted out of the hotel in handcuffs. What an unfortunate hit that will be to his reputation in the morning...”
Mr Dewitt sounds a little too happy as his dark eyes catch Kahlan’s gaze. She isn’t entirely sure why, but she knows that this man in front of her is extremely powerful and even more dangerous. There's a certain dark intelligence about him that makes him even more dangerous than any ostentatious criminal.
And he stinks of money. Without needing to look at his checkbook Kahlan can tell that he's probably wealthier than most of the people present at the dinner party.
“Well done.” He tells Rahl and smiles briefly at Kahlan. “I think we’re going to have a meeting very soon, to discuss you and your cousins...situation.”
So this Mr Dewitt is indeed Rahl’s boss and Kahlan’s sure Dahlia doesn’t even know what she has gotten herself into by borrowing money from those people. A cold chill races down her spine because she knows that she’s treading dangerous waters when making business with this man.
Yet she smiles back and nods. “I’m sure we’ll find a satisfactory arrangement that suits everyone.”
“You truly are something very special Miss Amnell and it will be an extraordinary pleasure to work with you. Have a good night.”
He glances at them with a tight-lipped smile and with his head held high walks off without another word.
Kahlan exhales quietly when he’s out of sight. “Can I go now?”
Chapter 13
Author: raug_moss
Pairings: Kahlan/Cara
Rating: NC-17
A/N: modern AU
A/N2: updates will be a little less frequent since I barely have any freetime, but I will try to work on the next chapters during the holidays. enjoy this one though!
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11
It’s only about an hour later and the dinner party is in full swing. Sven has wrapped his arm securely around Kahlan’s waist. And as the pliant woman she is, she clings to his arm and looks up at him with a seductive smile. She knows Rahl is watching them, but she doesn’t really care. For now she is doing exactly what has been asked of her, and it works surprisingly well.
It’s obvious that Sven is used to getting every woman he wants and Kahlan can’t help but feel slightly disgusted. Only on the inside of course.
He talks about how much money he has, how many cars he possesses and his many mansions all over the world. But all those assets are not as appealing as he thinks. Kahlan however still ‘ohhs’ and ‘ahhs’ every time he reveals how wealthy he is.
“I don’t usually stay long at those parties,” he says looking around with a little frown. Kahlan smirks. She knows that, of course, but it irks her that she doesn’t know why she has to keep him here. Rahl might want something from one of his houses, his office or some other place he usually goes. She shortly considers asking Sven what exactly his line of profession is, but thinks better of it. It would be fatal to arouse any kind of suspicion.
Instead she lowers her voice and leans into him, her hand resting on his chest.
“But isn’t it quite lovely tonight? With the two of us here...?”
Sven grins and tightens his hold on her.
“It sure is, but I’d rather you and I go to a more private place.”
Kahlan pretends to think about his request but he has already grabbed her hand and guides her out of a side door which leads into a luscious garden that surrounds half of the hotel.
He turns around in the semi-darkness and puts his large hands on her lower back to pull her closer. Kahlan’s stomach immediately turns.
She truly thought she could do this, but now that he is touching her, touching her back, she realizes that she isn’t ready for this by any means.
He moves toward her and tries to press his lips against her own, but she turns her head to the side. “I really think we should go back inside.”
She attempts to pry is arms away from her but he doesn’t let go.
“Oh come on, we should really have some fun. You didn’t seem too opposed to it a minute ago.”
His lips move to her neck and she protests quietly. Struggling a little more, she tries one last time to resolve this without blowing her cover, but after another minute of trying to fend off his lips and hands she’s about ready to break his skull.
Balling her hand into a fist she takes aim but is stopped in the last second by a voice coming from behind her.
“I think the lady said she isn’t interested.”
Sven raises his head and stares at the man who’s just interrupted them.
“Fuck off!” He scowls but their new companion really seems to be one of the good guys because he refuses to go.
Kahlan can’t turn around to see who is trying to come to her rescue since Sven is still holding her firmly in place. But she feels a hand on her shoulder and sees the other shoving Sven back. The huge blond man’s eyes blaze with anger. He’s obviously not used to being pushed around, so he swings his arm and hits the intruder squarely in the face.
Kahlan uses that moment to slip away to bring some distance between herself and the two men.
“Alright! Hands above your head!” The man shouts and pulls a gun out of the holster on his side. He has shaggy brown hair, a three-day beard and wears jeans and a simple jacket.
Sven simply stands there dumbfounded. “What the fuck! What the hell do you want?”
“You just assaulted a police officer and you’re under arrest!” The brown-haired man replies.
Getting out a pair of handcuffs he walks over to Sven, still pointing the gun at him.
Another police officer suddenly joins them after hearing the yelling outside. He’s wearing a uniform and quickly rushes to help cuff Sven who’s now began struggling.
Kahlan watches in rapt fascination as the two men take the blonde hulk down to cuff him, before the officer in uniform drags him away back to the front of the hotel while Sven struggles and curses the entire time.
Kahlan breathes a silent sigh of relief, glad that this dinner party is swarming with police and military officials.
“Hey are you alright?”
Kahlan turns her attention to her savior and smiles.
“Yes I’m alright, thank you.”
“I’m Detective Richard Cypher and if you’d like to press charges...” Richard offers but Kahlan interrupts him.
“What? Oh no. No I don’t think that will be necessary. He gets a little aggressive sometimes but I’m sure a night in prison will teach him a lesson.”
Kahlan looks at Richard with her best innocent expression and the detective nods. “Alright fine. Since everybody who could get him out of that cell is here tonight anyway he might even spend the next day there too. But if you change your mind, contact me.”
“Thank you so much Detective Cypher.”
“That’s my duty. But you might want to choose your company a little more wisely in the future.”
Kahlan nods, relief spreading through her entire body until she feels almost giddy.
Richard leads her back inside and looks at her from the corners of his eyes.
“I was trying to find a quiet place where I could change into something more formal when I came upon you.” He explains.
Kahlan nods again, thankful for the fact that he’d found them before changing his clothes because otherwise Sven might not have been stupid enough to hit him in the face.
“Again, I can’t thank you enough.”
“It’s really alright. If you should ever feel like...you need to talk, just call me.”
Would Kahlan be looking for the good guy with cute brown eyes shining with sincerity, she might’ve really given him a call. But knowing that this particular detective is not what she’s interested in she doesn’t encourage him any further. Instead she smiles and thanks him again.
After that it’s not very difficult to find Rahl in the crowd because he’s already gathered quite an audience, mainly consisting of way too young women in way too tiny dresses.
She swiftly moves to his side and leans into him.
“What are you doing here?” He hisses into her ear, clearly agitated.
“Mr Eriksson will stay in jail for the night. His inappropriate behavior has not made him very popular among the police officials here tonight...” She whispers back.
Rahl stares at her wide eyed and idly strokes his goatee with his fingertips.
“To say that I’m impressed would be an understatement. That is even better than anything I could’ve imagined. He didn’t see us coming in together and he probably won’t even be able to trace anything back to either of us. What can say? Well done.”
He grins and leans down to kiss her cheek.
Kahlan allows it and simply waits until the cloud of his cologne moves out of her vicinity.
“That means you won’t need me anymore? I can go?”
Rahl nods. “The night is all yours, but before that I’d like you to meet someone.”
He offers his arm to her once again and together they excuse themselves to walk through the large hall. There, near the bar, stands an elderly man, probably in his fifties, with graying hair and a perfect fitting tux. His eyes are as dark as a starless night as they settle on Kahlan.
Rahl shakes the man’s hand when they come to stand before him. He looks down in a gesture of submissiveness.
“Mr Dewitt, may I introduce you to Miss Kahlan Amnell.” He says quietly.
The gray-haired man takes Kahlan’s hand and quickly brushes his lips across the back of it.
“It’s a pleasure. I just saw how Mr Eriksson was escorted out of the hotel in handcuffs. What an unfortunate hit that will be to his reputation in the morning...”
Mr Dewitt sounds a little too happy as his dark eyes catch Kahlan’s gaze. She isn’t entirely sure why, but she knows that this man in front of her is extremely powerful and even more dangerous. There's a certain dark intelligence about him that makes him even more dangerous than any ostentatious criminal.
And he stinks of money. Without needing to look at his checkbook Kahlan can tell that he's probably wealthier than most of the people present at the dinner party.
“Well done.” He tells Rahl and smiles briefly at Kahlan. “I think we’re going to have a meeting very soon, to discuss you and your cousins...situation.”
So this Mr Dewitt is indeed Rahl’s boss and Kahlan’s sure Dahlia doesn’t even know what she has gotten herself into by borrowing money from those people. A cold chill races down her spine because she knows that she’s treading dangerous waters when making business with this man.
Yet she smiles back and nods. “I’m sure we’ll find a satisfactory arrangement that suits everyone.”
“You truly are something very special Miss Amnell and it will be an extraordinary pleasure to work with you. Have a good night.”
He glances at them with a tight-lipped smile and with his head held high walks off without another word.
Kahlan exhales quietly when he’s out of sight. “Can I go now?”
Chapter 13