LOTS - CARA/KAHLAN

won’t tolerate you

[outside these sheets]

court_ship

Title: won’t tolerate you [outside these sheets]

Fandom: Legend of the Seeker

Pairing: Cara/Kahlan Amnell

Rating: NC-17

Warnings/Spoilers: Girlsexing; no spoilers

Word Count: ~2050

Notes: Written for femslash_today’s porn battle; uses the prompt ‘Magic Made Them Do It’. PWP.

Summary: Perhaps leaving Kahlan to guard a lust-ridden Mord’sith was an exceedingly bad idea.

won’t tolerate you

[outside these sheets]

court_ship

The first thing Cara was aware of was heat.

Blinding heat, simmering, barely there and overwhelming at the same time. It rumbled just beneath her fingertips and sought out places that only she had frequented in recent times. Her fingers moved of their own accord, flattening over her hips and drawing into fists against the bone. Cara shifted her legs, feeling the answering thrum. The air she inhaled was warm, moist in her mouth and in her lungs. She opened her eyes and tensed when, instead of the tops of trees, her gaze found a ceiling.

Sitting up suddenly had a negative (or perhaps very, very positive) drawback in that it took her recently acquired breath away. Gasping at the dizzying sensation, Cara looked around the room and noted several very important details.

One, she must have been in some sort of inn, if the wooden planks and filthy grate were any indication. Two, the light filtering along the frame of the door darkened near the handle, meaning someone had barred her in from the outside and had also most likely locked the door. Three, her leather and agiels were intact, meaning she was either being held captive by friends or by very stupid enemies. Four, Kahlan seemed to be sweating an undue amount, huddled in the very farthest corner away from the fire and subsequently from the bed that Cara was in.

“Kahlan.” Cara’s voice was low and nearly indecent, more of a purr than usual. “Kahlan, what in the Keeper’s name is going on?”

Kahlan shivered and looked up at Cara, a smile coming naturally to her finely shaped face. It would have been comforting if Cara hadn’t immediately recognized it as the smile Kahlan usually gave villagers when they asked about how their relatives had fared in another razed town.

“How are you feeling?”

Kahlan’s voice was raspy and the sound of it made the hairs on the back of Cara’s neck stand at attention. She understood she was being poorly diverted, but she could not seem to bring herself to care.

“I have never missed my sisters more,” were the words that fell out of her mouth without thought. Cara would have been surprised at her own forwardness had she not been Mord’Sith and therefore entirely unapologetic about her honesty.

“You were struck with a spell. Richard and Zedd left me here with you to make sure that you did not do anything- regrettable- while they found a counter spell.”

“Sex is not regrettable.” Sex tasted like honey on her tongue. Cara’s hands flexed against the sheets she had not known she had been strangling.

“It is when our company could not travel without you attempting to sleep with every man we encountered. You would not stay on your horse.”

Cara had to laugh at that, and laughed even harder when Kahlan’s cheeks coloured with an angry blush.

“Just the men?”

Kahlan’s eyes narrowed. “No, not just the men.”

Cara rolled deftly on her hands and knees and crawled forward on the bed, agiels brushing against her thigh in their clasps. The pain, familiar as always and delicious, made her shiver. She stopped only when she reached the edge of the bed, a mere pace away from where Kahlan was.

“And you, Confessor? What plagues you so you must stay far away from such a lust-filled Mord’Sith?”

“The spell glanced off of me,” Kahlan bit out as though it pained her. Cara did not miss the way her eyes darted down to the split of red leather at Cara’s breast and back up again. “I did not lose consciousness as you did and I am certainly not whoring myself, but I am experiencing some... effects.”

“Effects.” Cara pretended to consider this and gazed at the ceiling thoughtfully. Her eyes returned to Kahlan’s a moment later, wickedness gleaming in the bright blue. “Come to bed.”

“What?” It was not as harsh a denial as Cara had expected; rather, Kahlan’s voice trembled in a whisper. “Cara, how dare you?”

“How dare I? Do not tell me you cannot see us.” Despite her obvious effort not to do just that, Kahlan’s eyes glazed over in a manner more than familiar to Cara. “Do not tell me you cannot see us moving together, here in this room, on this bed-”

“Cara, stop-”

“-with me giving you that which Richard cannot and you giving me that which I crave-”

“Cara-”

“-there is no better lover than a Mord’Sith, Confessor. I promise you that.”

“Speak again and I will invoke that title,” hissed Kahlan. She shot up from her curled position like a frightened animal and was face to face with Cara in an instant, fear and lust darkening her eyes in a way that made Cara burn. It took every ounce of the self-control beat into her over the years to stop her from yanking the other woman onto the bed.

“Confess me, then,” Cara breathed, leaning forward and letting the heat from her mouth graze over Kahlan’s lips. “Confess me and order me to please you in the ways you see fit.” When Kahlan let out the softest of groans, barely audible, Cara knew she had ensnared her. “No? Then let me- come to bed, Kahlan.”

The name seemed to shake the darker of the two back to life and Cara found her mouth pressed with hot, wet kisses, the sharp edges of teeth sinking into her lower lip. Her answering sound was nothing like Kahlan’s: loud, it slipped out in a shaky breath.

Her hands found the brocade edges of Kahlan’s neckline and the material held fast as she tugged, effectively pulling the Confessor up and onto the bed. In another breath Cara had them reversed, the lithe body pinned beneath and writhing against her. She let out a panting laugh as clever hands found her hips and pulled them down, heat pressed insistently against the top of one of her thighs.

“You are wearing far too much clothing.”

“Cara, shut up.”

Their gaze met and Cara nearly laughed again: she knew that look, the one that said I am here for my own pleasure, not to hear you speak. She nodded her acquiescence and dipped her head to suck a bruising path along Kahlan’s collar bone. Talking was a waste of the breath she would need for screaming, anyway.

How they managed to get Kahlan out of her dress would never become fully apparent, but with one final kick it was dispatched and Kahlan’s gaze was following the complicated line of lacings and buckles that held together Cara’s leathers. Reluctant though she was to leave her newly uncovered treat, Cara shifted off of the bed and stood before the naked Mother Confessor.

“I will require assistance.”

Kahlan nodded and slipped upright, the wanton pulsing in her body so apparent that Cara could nearly taste it in the air. She turned and lifted blonde hair away from her neck, pointing to where she knew a thick line of stays lay.

“Start here. Hurry.”

There was a pause behind her and Cara was considering either doing it herself or turning around because she was stifling when she heard the sharp sound of a knife being unsheathed. Dulled by lust, she was slow to turning and by the time that she did, Kahlan had already cut a line up her back.

“What-”

“Not fast enough,” growled Kahlan as Cara felt her leathers slacken at the shoulders and beneath her arms. The Confessor almost looked ashamed but she held her head high, darkened eyes reflecting firelight. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she managed to continue. “I need to touch you now.”

In Cara’s mind, all was forgiven. She had been meaning to replace those stays.

The similar release of a few more laces around her hips and a more reversible fate to her belt (her agiels set aside lovingly, hissing with power) followed and soon Cara stood with unnerving confidence before Kahlan. They had bathed together, yes, but even then sneaking glances were all that could be afforded. Kahlan’s thick swallow was audible.

“Like what you see, Mother Confessor?”

Kahlan’s next words were whispered against full lips. “What did I tell you about talking?”

Cara smirked and shoved against the brunette’s shoulders, forcing her to fall back onto the bed. In a breath’s time she was crawling over Kahlan, the heat settling against her thigh once more now most evident in its slickness. Cara had to lower her head to graze a nipple with her teeth in order to hide her pleased moan. Kahlan rushed up to meet her, hands tangling in her hair and tugging until the moan was released. Resting her forehead against the hot skin of Kahlan’s chest, Cara rolled her hips into the other woman and felt her own resulting arousal slip against the Confessor’s thigh.

With a groan, Kahlan managed to flip them over and before Cara could protest, her mouth worked to silence her. Cara allowed the small victory and concentrated as best she could on kissing the other woman. Her hands roamed over skin paler than her own, nails working at the muscles of Kahlan’s back and flattening against the ribs that shuddered in response. The air rushed out of her own when she was suddenly, achingly aware of a hand sliding between them.

What the Mother Confessor lacked in experience she made up for with her quick learning. It wasn’t long before Cara was rocking her hips in time to precisely drawn circles, touching her just so.

“Stop, stop.” Cara murmured against swollen lips, sliding her cheek against Kahlan’s to bite at her earlobe. The other woman ceased her actions as requested and before she could ask, Cara’s hand slipped down to mirror hers. The wetness that greeted her both startled her and made heat ripple across her skin. Her muscles began to quake in anticipation. “Inside, Kahlan,” and, as a second thought, “please.”

Compliance was instant and Cara barely had the presence of mind to return the favour as long, slim fingers slipped inside of her without preamble. Vaguely she was aware of Kahlan uttering a low, keening cry above her as she flexed her wrist and sought to establish some sort of rhythm. It was nearly impossible, so distracted was she by the heat coiling along her hips, and it wasn’t long until she had been pulled to the brink of orgasm. She fought to keep it at bay for the Mord’Sith were infamous for loving first their own pleasure, yes, and then pleasure brought by the release of another.

Kahlan, however, had other plans.

With another cry she drew her hand away from Cara (earning a threatening growl) and then tugged the blonde’s hand away as well, pushing it purposefully against Cara’s centre. Cara found her skin suddenly chilled as Kahlan removed herself entirely and scrambled backwards until her back hit the wall framing one edge of the bed.

“What are you-”

One look at Kahlan and Cara’s questions were answered. Her pupils were blown with magic and she was shuddering, hair falling across her shoulders. Cara watched in rapt attention as the Confessor drew herself over into oblivion with one, two, three quick plunges of her fingers, hoarsely calling out. Still lying down, Cara’s back arched almost painfully as she followed and clenched her eyes tightly shut as her body wracked itself in convulsions. She bit her lip until she tasted copper and only then did she allow a name to escape, whispered into the humid air.

The quiet that followed was as heavy as a blanket, covering both women as they panted and shifted muscles that swiftly cramped. Cara ran her hands over her thighs, up her stomach, and finally stretched out with a groan of sated contentment. Opening her eyes, she glanced over at her bed mate. Kahlan’s cheeks were pink and she looked thoroughly ravished. Cara decided the look suited her wonderfully.

She was just about to speak- a second round was no doubt in order- but was rudely interrupted by the sound of nails being torn from wood. The door was flung open and an unsuspecting Richard appeared, apparently not heeding the warnings of the innkeeper behind him.

“Sir, you really should not-”

“Kahlan, I’ve got the antid-”

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