enemies Unexpected Chapter 6/11, PG-13, R/K
Title: Enemies Unexpected
Author: virkatjol
Rating’s | Content: NC-17 (most chapters PG-PG-13)
Pairing’s | Character/s: Richard/Kahlan
Word Count: 22,526
Summary: A very pregnant Kahlan must deal with an unexpected issue.
Warnings: Babies, violence, sex, some gore
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I wish I did.
Author's Notes: Considering that I write mostly smut with a tad bit of plot writing this took a lot less time than I expected. Thanks so much to pickgems for BETA'ing. You are my lifesaver, and you taste like cherries. I mean wut? Also thanks to the TB Girls for reading as I went and 'oohing' and 'ahhing' in all the right places. Also for giving me immediate feedback and just for being you! I love you all!
Chapter 6
The elbow connecting with his ribs woke him. He sat up quickly, glancing down at Kahlan. She was still asleep, but her arms and legs were moving around. His hand started stroking her hair and he whispered soothing words to her, not getting his face too close to her in case an errant hand caught him. Getting knocked out wouldn’t do her any good.
She settled back into sleep, his voice and touch seemed to calm her. He could only imagine what she was seeing in her mind’s eye.
The sun was sparkling though the small window on the east side of the house. The beam of light twinkled across the floor. He guessed that it was a couple hours past dawn. Despite everything, it was the most rest he’d gotten in days, holding Kahlan against him all night had helped put some of his heart back together.
Carefully, he slid out of the small bed and pulled on his pants. Using the embers that were still hot from last nights fire, he got fire blazing again. He went to the door, looking back at his wife, making sure she was still asleep, and then went outside to get more water and to haul in more wood from the stack along the house.
On the second trip to gather water he heard her yelling his name. He dropped the bucket, spilling the water across the ground, and raced back in.
“Kahlan, I’m right here.” He skidded to a stop in front of the bed and kneeled down in front of her, clasping both her hands in his. “I’m not going to leave you. I’m right here.” He could see the tear streaks on her face. He should have known better than to leave her in here alone.
“I woke up.” She tried to choke back a sob, but it escaped. She looked away from him embarrassed by her lack of emotional control. “You weren’t here. I thought... I thought that you’d left me here.”
“I’m sorry.” He climbed up onto the bed, propped his back against the wall and pulled her into his lap, and wrapped his arms around her. “I should have woken you.” He kissed her hair and forehead as he apologized for being so careless.
“S’okay... I don’t know why I’m such a mess.”
Her body seemed to curl up into a tighter ball within his embrace, her head tucked into the crook of his neck.
“You’ve just given birth, your body was abused for days, you haven’t have much sleep, and someone has stolen our baby. You have every right to be distraught.” He tipped her chin up so he could kiss her, then he rested his forehead against hers, rubbing their noses together in eskimo kisses.
They just sat on the bed together, his arms never loosening their hold on her until she went to get up. As she moved to stand and stretch she let out a hissing sound and her hands went to her breasts.
“What’s wrong?” He watched as she pulled the nightgown off her body. The sight before him took his breath away. She was so beautiful, even after everything she’d been through.
“I never got to nurse...” She looked away in shame. She didn’t even get to feed their child before they took her. She was a terrible mother; she should have been able to stop them.
“Kahlan.” He could see her slipping back. “It’s not your fault.”
“But-”
“Whatever you were just thinking about. It is not your fault.” Richard followed her up and his hands went to her breasts, cupping them as gently as he could. He could feel how swollen they were and the milk was beading on her nipples. Her body knew that it was supposed to be supporting a new life. He wanted to cry at the situation they were in, but knew that he had to be strong, for her.
“They hurt.” Her brow wrinkled and she bit her lip, not sure what to do. “I want to nurse the baby when we get her back.” She felt a tear slip down her cheek, “If we don’t do something, I’ll dry up.”
“We need to relieve the pressure.” Richard smiled at her before leaning down to kiss her. He kept the kiss sweet and chaste, only sliding his lips along hers and then leaving her mouth. His lips made a delicate trail along her jaw, stopping by her ear to tell her that he loved her. He feasted on the column of her neck, flicking his tongue along her skin and stopping at the hollow of her throat to suck on her skin. His mouth followed the slope of her chest down to her right breast, lips and tongue making a trail to her nipple.
He took the hard bud into his mouth and began to suckle. He listened as she groaned from the pain and pleasure, almost one in the same. He wasn’t getting much milk expressed, not more then he had the last time they’d made love, so he increased the pressure on his suction.
“Ahhh...” Kahlan cried out. She felt like a dam had broken. She watched him at her breast, trying to ease the physical pain that their missing child had left her with. One of her hands went to his head and massaged his scalp as he suckled on her. The beauty and selfless love of his actions helped leaven a small part of the sadness that was pressing all around her. It should be their daughter drinking from her breast; her husband shouldn’t have to do this. The tears that began to flow shouldn’t have surprised her, but they did. She cried for the time they were missing getting to know their child, for Richard having to, again, shoulder so much of the burden, and a few of the tears were joyous, marveling at how much she was loved.
His mouth was flooded with her sweet tasting milk. He swallowed down the liquid, not wanting to waste the nutrition her body had provided by spitting it on the ground. The thought of her milk soaking into the wood planks that made up the floor made him sick. He’d drink what was meant for his daughter, until she was able to do it herself. When the flow seemed to lessen, he moved to the other breast. Her left one was quicker to express the milk and seemed to empty more quickly. He took one last pull on her nipple and released it.
“Does that feel better?” Richard cupped her face and ran his thumb lightly over her cheek, wiping away the lingering wetness that her tears had left.
“Yes.” She leaned into him and settled against his chest. “Thank you.”
“There isn’t anything to thank me for.” His hands were roaming over her back as he let her melt into him.
“There is so much to thank you for.” She kissed his neck and sighed as her body relaxed against his. “The fact that you don’t realize that makes me love you even more.”
Richard sat her down on the bed and picked up her nightgown, helping her slip it back on.
“I’m going to go finish getting some food together. Are you going to be okay?”
The concern in his eyes touched her heart and made her want to weep with how this had affected him. He was hurting more then he was showing and all he cared about was if she was alright.
“Yes. I am feeling a little more rational after a decent nights sleep.”
He shot her a smile and went back to doing the chores and making her food. She was already coming back to him. He knew that it was going to be a rocky ride for both of them. After he got some food in her and a hot bath, they could start planning how to get their daughter back.
He felt the fury flowing through him. The men who had taken the two things most precious in his life would pay with their lives. He’d never felt as much rage as he did now. Not at Darken Rahl and not even at the Keeper. He wanted to kill them; he wanted them to suffer.
Author: virkatjol
Rating’s | Content: NC-17 (most chapters PG-PG-13)
Pairing’s | Character/s: Richard/Kahlan
Word Count: 22,526
Summary: A very pregnant Kahlan must deal with an unexpected issue.
Warnings: Babies, violence, sex, some gore
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I wish I did.
Author's Notes: Considering that I write mostly smut with a tad bit of plot writing this took a lot less time than I expected. Thanks so much to pickgems for BETA'ing. You are my lifesaver, and you taste like cherries. I mean wut? Also thanks to the TB Girls for reading as I went and 'oohing' and 'ahhing' in all the right places. Also for giving me immediate feedback and just for being you! I love you all!
Chapter 6
The elbow connecting with his ribs woke him. He sat up quickly, glancing down at Kahlan. She was still asleep, but her arms and legs were moving around. His hand started stroking her hair and he whispered soothing words to her, not getting his face too close to her in case an errant hand caught him. Getting knocked out wouldn’t do her any good.
She settled back into sleep, his voice and touch seemed to calm her. He could only imagine what she was seeing in her mind’s eye.
The sun was sparkling though the small window on the east side of the house. The beam of light twinkled across the floor. He guessed that it was a couple hours past dawn. Despite everything, it was the most rest he’d gotten in days, holding Kahlan against him all night had helped put some of his heart back together.
Carefully, he slid out of the small bed and pulled on his pants. Using the embers that were still hot from last nights fire, he got fire blazing again. He went to the door, looking back at his wife, making sure she was still asleep, and then went outside to get more water and to haul in more wood from the stack along the house.
On the second trip to gather water he heard her yelling his name. He dropped the bucket, spilling the water across the ground, and raced back in.
“Kahlan, I’m right here.” He skidded to a stop in front of the bed and kneeled down in front of her, clasping both her hands in his. “I’m not going to leave you. I’m right here.” He could see the tear streaks on her face. He should have known better than to leave her in here alone.
“I woke up.” She tried to choke back a sob, but it escaped. She looked away from him embarrassed by her lack of emotional control. “You weren’t here. I thought... I thought that you’d left me here.”
“I’m sorry.” He climbed up onto the bed, propped his back against the wall and pulled her into his lap, and wrapped his arms around her. “I should have woken you.” He kissed her hair and forehead as he apologized for being so careless.
“S’okay... I don’t know why I’m such a mess.”
Her body seemed to curl up into a tighter ball within his embrace, her head tucked into the crook of his neck.
“You’ve just given birth, your body was abused for days, you haven’t have much sleep, and someone has stolen our baby. You have every right to be distraught.” He tipped her chin up so he could kiss her, then he rested his forehead against hers, rubbing their noses together in eskimo kisses.
They just sat on the bed together, his arms never loosening their hold on her until she went to get up. As she moved to stand and stretch she let out a hissing sound and her hands went to her breasts.
“What’s wrong?” He watched as she pulled the nightgown off her body. The sight before him took his breath away. She was so beautiful, even after everything she’d been through.
“I never got to nurse...” She looked away in shame. She didn’t even get to feed their child before they took her. She was a terrible mother; she should have been able to stop them.
“Kahlan.” He could see her slipping back. “It’s not your fault.”
“But-”
“Whatever you were just thinking about. It is not your fault.” Richard followed her up and his hands went to her breasts, cupping them as gently as he could. He could feel how swollen they were and the milk was beading on her nipples. Her body knew that it was supposed to be supporting a new life. He wanted to cry at the situation they were in, but knew that he had to be strong, for her.
“They hurt.” Her brow wrinkled and she bit her lip, not sure what to do. “I want to nurse the baby when we get her back.” She felt a tear slip down her cheek, “If we don’t do something, I’ll dry up.”
“We need to relieve the pressure.” Richard smiled at her before leaning down to kiss her. He kept the kiss sweet and chaste, only sliding his lips along hers and then leaving her mouth. His lips made a delicate trail along her jaw, stopping by her ear to tell her that he loved her. He feasted on the column of her neck, flicking his tongue along her skin and stopping at the hollow of her throat to suck on her skin. His mouth followed the slope of her chest down to her right breast, lips and tongue making a trail to her nipple.
He took the hard bud into his mouth and began to suckle. He listened as she groaned from the pain and pleasure, almost one in the same. He wasn’t getting much milk expressed, not more then he had the last time they’d made love, so he increased the pressure on his suction.
“Ahhh...” Kahlan cried out. She felt like a dam had broken. She watched him at her breast, trying to ease the physical pain that their missing child had left her with. One of her hands went to his head and massaged his scalp as he suckled on her. The beauty and selfless love of his actions helped leaven a small part of the sadness that was pressing all around her. It should be their daughter drinking from her breast; her husband shouldn’t have to do this. The tears that began to flow shouldn’t have surprised her, but they did. She cried for the time they were missing getting to know their child, for Richard having to, again, shoulder so much of the burden, and a few of the tears were joyous, marveling at how much she was loved.
His mouth was flooded with her sweet tasting milk. He swallowed down the liquid, not wanting to waste the nutrition her body had provided by spitting it on the ground. The thought of her milk soaking into the wood planks that made up the floor made him sick. He’d drink what was meant for his daughter, until she was able to do it herself. When the flow seemed to lessen, he moved to the other breast. Her left one was quicker to express the milk and seemed to empty more quickly. He took one last pull on her nipple and released it.
“Does that feel better?” Richard cupped her face and ran his thumb lightly over her cheek, wiping away the lingering wetness that her tears had left.
“Yes.” She leaned into him and settled against his chest. “Thank you.”
“There isn’t anything to thank me for.” His hands were roaming over her back as he let her melt into him.
“There is so much to thank you for.” She kissed his neck and sighed as her body relaxed against his. “The fact that you don’t realize that makes me love you even more.”
Richard sat her down on the bed and picked up her nightgown, helping her slip it back on.
“I’m going to go finish getting some food together. Are you going to be okay?”
The concern in his eyes touched her heart and made her want to weep with how this had affected him. He was hurting more then he was showing and all he cared about was if she was alright.
“Yes. I am feeling a little more rational after a decent nights sleep.”
He shot her a smile and went back to doing the chores and making her food. She was already coming back to him. He knew that it was going to be a rocky ride for both of them. After he got some food in her and a hot bath, they could start planning how to get their daughter back.
He felt the fury flowing through him. The men who had taken the two things most precious in his life would pay with their lives. He’d never felt as much rage as he did now. Not at Darken Rahl and not even at the Keeper. He wanted to kill them; he wanted them to suffer.