LOTS - CARA/KAHLAN

The Healing Process

Kristina K

(so_wicked)

Title: The Healing Process

Pairing: Cara/Kahlan

Rating: PG

Summary: “It’s a shame how you got hit,” her finger still lingered there, her eyes focused on Cara’s lips. “It looks really painful.”

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters. No infringement intended.

The Healing Process

Kristina K

“I bet you never dreamed you’d be doing this, taking care of battle wounds on a Mord’Sith.” Cara smirked mischievously and then winced when Kahlan pressed a cloth against her temple a bit too firmly than a cut arch agreed with.

“And I bet you never dreamed of letting a Confessor this close to you without having your Agiel drawn.”

“Actually,” Cara smiled deviously, “I think I may have had a dream like that once or twice…”

It took Kahlan a moment to comprehend and when she did, she mock gasped and pressed the cloth even harder against Cara’s temple in retaliation.

“For someone who is supposed to be all about love and compassion, you like delivering pain, just a little bit too much.” Cara tilted her head. “Or is it just me?”

“It’s just you.” Kahlan smiled.

Fighting four huge D’Haran soldiers left a harsh mark on Cara that time, regardless of her skillfulness in a hand-to-hand combat. The soldiers were twice her size each and, while she took care of them in her swift and efficient manner, the men had enough time and space to deliver a few of their own heavy blows.

Kahlan found her later, washing the blood from her face, or trying to, seeing how that gash above her eye just wouldn’t stop bleeding, and offered her assistance. The Mord’Sith, refused at first, but when Kahlan took Cara’s wrist and tugged on it so she would understand that‘no’ wouldn’t do as an answer, Cara complied.

“I should stitch this up for you,” Kahlan gently prodded at the cut to see if it would start bleeding again. “or it might leave a nasty scar.”

“Thank you, but I’d rather let it scar than to have a needle stuck into my eye. I’ve seen the stitches you’ve done on your dress.” She smirked again and earned herself a punch to her shoulder.

“And what about this?” Kahlan smoothed a finger under the spot where the D’Haran fist collided with Cara’s face and broke off one of her teeth. The damage wasn’t big, but the cut and swollen lip started take on a rather angry color. The bruise there will be quite spectacular the next morning.

“It’ll heal.” Cara shrugged.

“It’s a shame how you got hit,” her finger still lingered there, her eyes focused on Cara’s lips. “It looks really painful.”

“It’ll heal.” Cara repeated, a little less flat than the last time. She noticed the way Kahlan’s eyes dropped to her mouth and haven’t lifted, yet.

“Maybe we could ask Zedd to make some ice—”

“It’ll be fine.” Cara snatched Kahlan’s lingering hand, which made her lift her eyes and meet the Mord’Sith’s. “It’s just a little cut. See,” she prodded it with her tongue and then bit on her lip to demonstrate. “It doesn’t even hurt.”

“Not even when I do this?” Kahlan pressed her thumb against the cut lip. Cara shook her head. “Or this?” She pressed the pad of her thumb down, parting Cara’s lips and then brushing it along the lower one.

Cara’s eyes hooded, she managed a tiny smirk, “No.”

“How about—”

Cara didn’t give her a chance to finish. She hooked her hand behind the Confessor’s neck and pulled her closer. She slid down her seat in the process and landed half way in Kahlan’s lap. Kahlan’s hand on the small of her back helped her all the way into it and then held onto her, tight.

Kahlan’s eyes were wide, and she gasped right before Cara kissed her, gently at first, chaste enough for the Confessor to push her away with half an effort if she didn’t like what Cara had in mind.

But the push didn’t come. Instead, Cara could feel Kahlan’s fingers digging into the leather at her back, and then practically clawing at it as if she begged for just an inch of skin to touch.

The kiss deepened, became fervent and, in a moment, even rough. Kahlan whimpered into Cara’s mouth; a bit surprised but mostly aroused. She certainly hadn’t dreamed of doing that with a Mord’Sith.

They gasped for air when the kiss broke. Cara still had a firm hold on the back of Kahlan’s head, keeping her close, their foreheads touching while they both took a moment to catch their breath. Kahlan smiled, self-consciously checking her cheeks with the back of her hand only to find them burning. Neither of them did anything to rearrange into another seating position, something less incriminating.

“Your lip…” Kahlan said softly, her eyes drifting slowly between Cara’s scorching green gaze and her lips. “It’s bleeding again.”

Sneaking her tongue slowly across her lower lip, Cara felt the familiar saltiness of blood. She squinted devouringly at Kahlan and, before she leaned in for another kiss, said in barely above whisper, “It’ll heal.”

The end