Where the Heart Is: Sequel to Returning Home 2/12, PG-13, R/K
Title: Where The Heart Is: Sequel to Returning Home
Author: phoenix_cry & virkatjol
Rating/s | Content: NC-17, mostly PG-13
Pairing/s | Character/s: Richard/Kahlan, George/Mary Cypher
Word Count: 20,800
Summary: Takes place right after Returning Home. Kahlan and Ricahrd head back to Aydindril.
Warnings: Sex, angst, Babbies.
Author's Notes:
virkatjol A/N: I <3 Writing with Phoenix_cry she’s the reason I write Smut! IDK if everyone should curse her or thank her! hahah I owe her for getting me to write. Being brave enough to begin this journey which has completely spiraled out of control for me hahaha. *GLOMPS*
phoenix-cry A/N: I must admit that there were some rough patches for me, while trying to write this (stupid, stupid writer's block *glares*), but despite those, I had a great time working with virkatjol again. I just love writing fic with her. I don't have to tell you that she's awesome, right? Anyways, I hope you enjoy the ride, just as much as K enjoys riding R...Eh, what?
Yeah, well, have fun, guys. ;-)
Chapter 2
Richard, sitting with his father at the table, drinking tea, again observed the love of his life interacting with his mother. It was heartwarming to see them get along so well; this was more than he could have hoped for.
George, in the meantime, watched his son watching the two women with a smile on his lips. He was ecstatic that his youngest son, even if not by flesh and blood, had found such a deep and passionate love. He was just as happy about the fact that Kahlan was everything he could have hoped for in a daughter. She was smart, independent, strong, beautiful and above all, possessed a pure heart. That she was the most powerful woman in the Midlands surely didn't hurt either. George Cypher couldn't be any prouder of both his son and his future daughter-in-law.
“So, what do you men think? Is this acceptable?” his wife interrupted his thoughts. Looking over at her, his eyes then fell on the tree.
“It's perfectly acceptable, darling. You both did a great job. We men never know how you do that.” he stated with a smile.
Kahlan laughed softly. “I am sure you would do fine, if you would just try,” she winked at him.
“And risk the wrath of my wife should I ruin the tree? No, thank you,” he teased back, causing everyone to laugh.
- - - -
A few hours later, after a delicious dinner, Kahlan and Richard found themselves in their room, getting ready for bed. Slipping into her nightgown, Kahlan went over to the small dresser and reached for her hairbrush. Settling herself in front of the mirror, she started her nightly ritual. One long stroke after the other made her hair gleam. She had always loved her hair, as she knew did Richard.
Watching him in the mirror, she admired his lean form as he stepped out of his pants and exchanged them for his sleeping garment.
Shortly considering his sleeping shirt, he discarded it again, preferring to feel Kahlan's hair draped over his chest instead. Catching her eyes in the mirror, he smiled and made his way over to her. Stilling her hands, he took the brush from her and continued her work for her.
Closing her eyes, she relished the soft, tingling sensation on her skull, caused by his activities. She loved, when he did that. Sometimes, they considered it as soothing, as bonding, or sometimes it was the best foreplay for them.
This time, Kahlan thought of it as a mixture of both.
Her muscles relaxed and when his hands joined in the brushing motion, her insides seemed to melt. Moisture gathered between her legs.
Moaning softly, she opened her eyes again and locked them onto Richard's in the mirror.
“If you don't intend to finish this tonight, you should probably stop now. Or I will be forced to take care of myself this time.” she stated, a knowing smile settling onto her lips.
Richard leaned forward and brushed his nose against the sensitive spot behind her ear. “As much as I love to see you touching yourself, I doubt that will be necessary tonight, love.”
“Good.”
Getting up from her seat, she turned around and into his arms. Pressing her lips to his in a searing kiss, she barely heard the brush clatter to the ground.
His arms found their place around her waist, pressing her closer.
Stumbling their way over to the bed, they soon found their way under the covers. Entangled in each other, they gave themselves over to their passion and love.
This was what they were living for. Each other.
- - - -
“And then,” Zedd managed to gasp out between his laughter, “the girl just kicked him in the shin and hid under the table, like he was the meanest man she had ever seen. You should have seen his face, it was hilarious!”
Everyone was laughing at the mental picture Zedd had provided, with Chase's booming laughter being the loudest of all. Richard just sat in his chair, a pouting expression on his face, but on the inside, he was laughing along with his friends. He just didn't like being reminded of that little girl's reaction when he had intended to help her find her mother. Kahlan's hand on his arm snapped him out of his thoughts. Looking over at her, he could see the sympathetic look in her eyes, despite the smile that was gracing her lips.
Looking around at his merry family and friends, a feeling of contentment settled over him. The roast had been delicious, the tree was decorated beautifully and everyone was having fun. Most importantly, the woman he loved was by his side.
Draping an arm over Kahlan's chair, his fingers danced over her upper arm absentmindedly.
She was half turned away from him, talking to Emma and Laura, her long hair cascading down her back, in sharp contrast to the white of her confessor's dress. She surely had the longest and most beautiful hair he had ever seen.
He wondered if she ever cut it.
Kahlan turned back to him. “No, I don't.”
“What?”
“You just asked me, if I cut my hair, didn't you?”
“I did? I mean, I thought about it, I didn't realize I was speaking out loud. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation.” He was chagrined, feeling all eyes on him.
Kahlan smiled. “It's fine. You can just ask me, if you want to know anything, Richard, you know that.”
“Well, then why don't you cut your hair? Not that I'm complaining; I love your hair.”
“I can't,” she shrugged.
“You can't?” he asked, confused.
She shook her head no. “A Confessor can't cut her own hair. If she tries, she feels severe pain. We have to have our hair trimmed by our sisters, usually. Or, someone else, seeing as I don't have anymore sisters to do that for me.” Sadness swept over her, but she pushed it away quickly, not wanting to tarnish the great evening they were having.
“I'm sorry, Kahlan. I didn't know.” he said, caressing her cheek gently. “But, why would you have to feel pain, when you want to cut your hair?”
She half-smiled at him. “No one has longer hair than the Mother Confessor, remember? Where do you think that hair comes from? It doesn't just grow over night,” she teased.
He grinned at her teasing. “Well, right now, I'm glad you can't, even though I don't like that there's pain involved.”
“I have you now to cut if for me, so no need to worry about that.”
He looked horrified at the prospect of cutting her hair. She just laughed, joined in by Zedd. “There's that expression again!” he pointed out.
Richard just groaned.
Author: phoenix_cry & virkatjol
Rating/s | Content: NC-17, mostly PG-13
Pairing/s | Character/s: Richard/Kahlan, George/Mary Cypher
Word Count: 20,800
Summary: Takes place right after Returning Home. Kahlan and Ricahrd head back to Aydindril.
Warnings: Sex, angst, Babbies.
Author's Notes:
virkatjol A/N: I <3 Writing with Phoenix_cry she’s the reason I write Smut! IDK if everyone should curse her or thank her! hahah I owe her for getting me to write. Being brave enough to begin this journey which has completely spiraled out of control for me hahaha. *GLOMPS*
phoenix-cry A/N: I must admit that there were some rough patches for me, while trying to write this (stupid, stupid writer's block *glares*), but despite those, I had a great time working with virkatjol again. I just love writing fic with her. I don't have to tell you that she's awesome, right? Anyways, I hope you enjoy the ride, just as much as K enjoys riding R...Eh, what?
Yeah, well, have fun, guys. ;-)
Chapter 2
Richard, sitting with his father at the table, drinking tea, again observed the love of his life interacting with his mother. It was heartwarming to see them get along so well; this was more than he could have hoped for.
George, in the meantime, watched his son watching the two women with a smile on his lips. He was ecstatic that his youngest son, even if not by flesh and blood, had found such a deep and passionate love. He was just as happy about the fact that Kahlan was everything he could have hoped for in a daughter. She was smart, independent, strong, beautiful and above all, possessed a pure heart. That she was the most powerful woman in the Midlands surely didn't hurt either. George Cypher couldn't be any prouder of both his son and his future daughter-in-law.
“So, what do you men think? Is this acceptable?” his wife interrupted his thoughts. Looking over at her, his eyes then fell on the tree.
“It's perfectly acceptable, darling. You both did a great job. We men never know how you do that.” he stated with a smile.
Kahlan laughed softly. “I am sure you would do fine, if you would just try,” she winked at him.
“And risk the wrath of my wife should I ruin the tree? No, thank you,” he teased back, causing everyone to laugh.
- - - -
A few hours later, after a delicious dinner, Kahlan and Richard found themselves in their room, getting ready for bed. Slipping into her nightgown, Kahlan went over to the small dresser and reached for her hairbrush. Settling herself in front of the mirror, she started her nightly ritual. One long stroke after the other made her hair gleam. She had always loved her hair, as she knew did Richard.
Watching him in the mirror, she admired his lean form as he stepped out of his pants and exchanged them for his sleeping garment.
Shortly considering his sleeping shirt, he discarded it again, preferring to feel Kahlan's hair draped over his chest instead. Catching her eyes in the mirror, he smiled and made his way over to her. Stilling her hands, he took the brush from her and continued her work for her.
Closing her eyes, she relished the soft, tingling sensation on her skull, caused by his activities. She loved, when he did that. Sometimes, they considered it as soothing, as bonding, or sometimes it was the best foreplay for them.
This time, Kahlan thought of it as a mixture of both.
Her muscles relaxed and when his hands joined in the brushing motion, her insides seemed to melt. Moisture gathered between her legs.
Moaning softly, she opened her eyes again and locked them onto Richard's in the mirror.
“If you don't intend to finish this tonight, you should probably stop now. Or I will be forced to take care of myself this time.” she stated, a knowing smile settling onto her lips.
Richard leaned forward and brushed his nose against the sensitive spot behind her ear. “As much as I love to see you touching yourself, I doubt that will be necessary tonight, love.”
“Good.”
Getting up from her seat, she turned around and into his arms. Pressing her lips to his in a searing kiss, she barely heard the brush clatter to the ground.
His arms found their place around her waist, pressing her closer.
Stumbling their way over to the bed, they soon found their way under the covers. Entangled in each other, they gave themselves over to their passion and love.
This was what they were living for. Each other.
- - - -
“And then,” Zedd managed to gasp out between his laughter, “the girl just kicked him in the shin and hid under the table, like he was the meanest man she had ever seen. You should have seen his face, it was hilarious!”
Everyone was laughing at the mental picture Zedd had provided, with Chase's booming laughter being the loudest of all. Richard just sat in his chair, a pouting expression on his face, but on the inside, he was laughing along with his friends. He just didn't like being reminded of that little girl's reaction when he had intended to help her find her mother. Kahlan's hand on his arm snapped him out of his thoughts. Looking over at her, he could see the sympathetic look in her eyes, despite the smile that was gracing her lips.
Looking around at his merry family and friends, a feeling of contentment settled over him. The roast had been delicious, the tree was decorated beautifully and everyone was having fun. Most importantly, the woman he loved was by his side.
Draping an arm over Kahlan's chair, his fingers danced over her upper arm absentmindedly.
She was half turned away from him, talking to Emma and Laura, her long hair cascading down her back, in sharp contrast to the white of her confessor's dress. She surely had the longest and most beautiful hair he had ever seen.
He wondered if she ever cut it.
Kahlan turned back to him. “No, I don't.”
“What?”
“You just asked me, if I cut my hair, didn't you?”
“I did? I mean, I thought about it, I didn't realize I was speaking out loud. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation.” He was chagrined, feeling all eyes on him.
Kahlan smiled. “It's fine. You can just ask me, if you want to know anything, Richard, you know that.”
“Well, then why don't you cut your hair? Not that I'm complaining; I love your hair.”
“I can't,” she shrugged.
“You can't?” he asked, confused.
She shook her head no. “A Confessor can't cut her own hair. If she tries, she feels severe pain. We have to have our hair trimmed by our sisters, usually. Or, someone else, seeing as I don't have anymore sisters to do that for me.” Sadness swept over her, but she pushed it away quickly, not wanting to tarnish the great evening they were having.
“I'm sorry, Kahlan. I didn't know.” he said, caressing her cheek gently. “But, why would you have to feel pain, when you want to cut your hair?”
She half-smiled at him. “No one has longer hair than the Mother Confessor, remember? Where do you think that hair comes from? It doesn't just grow over night,” she teased.
He grinned at her teasing. “Well, right now, I'm glad you can't, even though I don't like that there's pain involved.”
“I have you now to cut if for me, so no need to worry about that.”
He looked horrified at the prospect of cutting her hair. She just laughed, joined in by Zedd. “There's that expression again!” he pointed out.
Richard just groaned.