LOTS - CARA/KAHLAN

Not Oblivious

cameron_sarah

Title: Not Oblivious

Author: cameron_sarah

Pairing: Kahlah/Cara

Rating: PG

Summary: Kahlan and Cara’s feelings for each other are not as secret as they think.

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything, otherwise these two would have gotten together long ago.

Not Oblivious

cameron_sarah

I know how Kahlan feels. I can sense it in the way she moves. It’s kind of getting on my nerves, the way she acts, twitchy and not really thinking about what she is doing. It took me a while to understand what was going on, but now I can recognize the signs. Her fingers tighten on the reins, heels dig in a little harder than necessary, and she begins to shift in the saddle…constantly. It’s irritating to say the least, and so I jerk my head down, taking back the reins, and throw in a little pigroot* to remind her to ride properly. She always whispers “Sorry, Flora”, with a pat to my neck, and loosens her grip.

Beau, Cara’s gelding, knows it too. Neither of us can understand why they don’t just say something. Are they that blind? Can they not see it? Their feelings are so obvious to us, and we’re horses!

So, Beau and I have started to push the two together. Often we will trot up next to each other, whinny softly, as our riders cough awkwardly, trying to yank us apart. Eventually, we yield, allowing them to pull one of us back, or catch up with whoever’s in front.

I woke to the sound of something moving through the bushes. It’s dark and I shifted my feet, bumping into Beau next to me. He snorts, not pleased about being woken up. But then he hears it too, and his ears swivel forward, listening carefully. The rustling stops and voices reach us through the dark. It’s Kahlan and Cara. The two women are talking in hushed tones, and I bob my head, indicating the lead rope tied loosely around a tree branch. Beau gives it a tug, and it comes free. I do the same for him, and we slowly step through the trees until we can see the two.

They are standing not far away from the clearing where the men were sleeping, and Kahlan’s hand is on Cara’s shoulder. The Mord-Sith snakes an arm around Kahlan, pulling her closer, pressing their lips together.

I almost whinny with joy, but instead toss my head, nudging Beau. He seems just as happy as me, as maybe now our riders will stop acting like children. We sneak back to the tree, lead ropes trailing behind us.

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