LOTS – CARA/KAHLAN

All You Have To Do Is Ask

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TITLE: ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ASK

PAIRING: KAHLAN/CARA

RATING: PG

SPOILERS: SET AFTER DESECRATED

DISCLAIMER: IF THEY WERE MINE, THEY WOULDN’T BE CANCELED.

All You Have To Do Is Ask

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“You know, Mother Confessor, if you want to feel my lips all you have to do is ask.”

The mouthful Kahlan had been chewing lodged itself in her throat, then went flying out of her mouth with such force it drew the attention of several others. Blue eyes, watery from nearly choking, locked onto the woman seated next to her at the table who, if the smirk was any indication, was highly amused at Kahlan’s reaction.

“What?” The word was all but squawked and completely undignified for a woman of her position, again drawing the attention of other guests. Kahlan quickly looked around before leaning over and lowering her voice. “What did you just say?”

Richard and Zedd were engrossed in a conversation with Lieutenant Rankin while the young duke sat in a quiet state of shock at the recent turn of events. The fact that the men were seated clear across the long dining table was a gift from the creator as far as the mother confessor was concerned. Worried that Zedd may still be feeling the effects of the powerful magic of the nygax, they gratefully accepted the newly duke’s offer of a hearty meal and lodging for as long as they would like.

Good food had been eaten and warm beds were waiting – both welcome changes to their usual hard ground and with–or–without mushroom stew of torture. Cara was not about to waste an opportunity like this. Being deprived of air, engaging in emotional exchanges with a once sworn enemy, defeating a nygax, and worst of all, suffering through a magic show should have left the Mord’Sith exhausted. But she wasn’t tired at all, and besides, there were plenty of ways to utilize a soft bed. Sleeping was the least appealing of the lot.

Cara leaned even closer still. “In the tomb, you again suggested I give you the breath of life.” The first time Kahlan asked was right after discovering Sister Nicci had cast an exceptionally disturbing maternity spell, leaving her at the Sister of the Dark’s mercy. Both instances could certainly be justified by the dire circumstances, but Cara was nothing if not observant, and even a blind person could see the need in Kahlan’s eyes.

Kahlan’s mind was working frantically to figure out why an attempt to save their lives would lead the other woman to believe she actually wanted to kiss Cara of all things. The mother confessor shook her head. Maybe Cara really was suffering from their earlier lack of air. If Kahlan was thinking about kissing the other woman, maybe they both were.

“I saw the way you looked at me, Kahlan.” The blonde reached out a hand and in a surprisingly tender gesture, tucked a strand of hair behind the other woman’s sensitive ear. With her hand resting lightly against Kahlan’s neck, she whispered, “All you have to do is ask.”

The sensation of Cara’s warm breath on her ear combined with the smooth leather glove at the nape of her neck sent shivers all down the confessor’s body. Cara then stood, leaving the somewhat dazed woman still seated at the dining table. Standing in the doorway, she paused to look back at Kahlan. That hungry look was back in her eyes. They both still felt the connection, the fire that was burning between them. Cara turned away, her smile going unseen as she felt familiar blue eyes follow her out of the room. She didn’t know why she felt such a profound ache for the confessor, or what it would mean for them in the future. One thing Cara knew for sure though, was that she wouldn’t be spending the night alone.

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