LOTS - CARA/KAHLAN(AU), CARA/DAHLIA, CARA/DAHLIA/LEO

LotS Femslash ficlets

merrykk

Title: A Shared Future

Pairing: Cara/Kahlan (AU)

Rating: PG

Notes: Spoilers for “Unbroken”, for for beerbad’s prompt in the Great LotS Spooning Meme (http://seriousfic.livejournal.com/383597.html ). 475 words.

A Shared Future

merrykk

“Sometimes, when I was young, I promised myself that I would never kill anything.” Cara Mason said, sitting as she watched her children sleep in the cabin, all of them on the floor to preserve the image of the place being abandoned.

Ever since Darken Rahl had taken over—despite the destruction of the boxes of Orden and therefore his greatest power—and ever since Zedd had been killed, she and Kahlan had been on the run. But if she was honest, it had truly started when Richard and Leo had been lost, and the months since had not been a surprise. “Youth is foolish,” Cara said to the dark. “I am not unhappy at the lives I took today. That we took.”

Kahlan, one hand over her now–swelling belly, reached out the other to touch her arm. “Come,” she said. “You should not be guilty.”

“I’m not,” Cara answered, perhaps a little defensively. But she moved back just enough to rest her head on Kahlan’s shoulder.

“You feel guilty for bringing them into it,” Kahlan said softly, brushing her fingers through the long golden locks spilling around her. Sam and Sophia lay snuggled together beneath a blanket, sound asleep.

“Worried,” Cara corrected. “Also for what I will possibly do when you give birth.”

Kahlan pulled her closer. “You worry too much, Cara.”

“Maybe you don’t worry enough.”

“Maybe I trust in the both of us, that by the time I am giving birth, we will be victorious in the People’s Palace or Aydindril, and you will be there to hold my hand through it and introduce a new sister to your children.”

Cara swallowed. “Don’t be silly.”

“You think we’ll be defeated?” Kahlan asked, sounding almost offended.

“No,” Cara answered shortly, still leaning against her. “But you will not want me then.” She did not say aloud that this was a relationship of convenience and always had been, because Kahlan knew it full well—it was Cara who was careless enough to have forgotten.

But Kahlan shifted then, pulling Cara closer until she was spooned against the Confessor’s chest. “Cara, I can’t regret all of this, having met you,” she whispered. Her hand found Cara’s and gently stroked her palm. “I would be honored to raise my children with you.”

Cara tucked her head back against Kahlan’s chest with almost fierceness. “Now who’s being foolish?”

“You, still,” Kahlan said, snuggling her face against Cara’s hair, sounding truly comforted. “I love you, Cara.”

Cara clenched her hand around Kahlan’s, heart fluttering painfully. “I—” She thought of everyone who had been torn from her, and couldn’t continue.

“I know,” Kahlan answered.

Closing her eyes, Cara rested in Kahlan’s arms. A tear sprang to her eye, but it was as close to happy as could be. Still fitted against each other, they pondered a shared future.

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Title: Human

Pairing: Cara/Dahlia

Rating: PG

Notes: For potatoko’s prompt in the Great LotS Spooning Meme (http://seriousfic.livejournal.com/383597.html ). 514 words

Human

merrykk

Dahlia wasn’t sure she liked this new Lord Rahl, and his far–too–easy pace on this trip. Nor how Cara didn’t counteract him. But when she opened her mouth to speak, she saw the unsure look on the Mother Confessor’s face as she gazed on Dahlia, and remembered Cara’s words. Biting her tongue for the sake of her duty, she turned and grudgingly laid out her pack on the turf.

She knew it was Cara coming up behind her before the blonde spoke. “Questioning the Lord Rahl, Dahlia?”

Dahlia gave her a glittering look. “No more than you, Cara.”

She had the audacity to smirk back. “It is allowed to tease, when the Lord Rahl’s infinite wisdom lacks common sense.”

Dahlia put a hand to her hip. “Cara.”

But Cara’s mouth spread in a slow smile, and she pushed at Dahlia’s hips, glancing down at her leathers. “Relax, Dahlia, you will get used to him. And also to these long nights, too long for sleep alone.” Her head tipped suggestively to one side.

Dahlia exhaled and that was enough for Cara to know that she’d won.

Since there was no clear opportunity for anything special that night, Dahlia expected the two of them to sleep back–to–back. With the Lord Rahl and his Confessor still on edge around her, Cara had been mildly defensive, body tight as a newly strung bow. For all that she wouldn’t admit it, Dahlia found it endearing, like the powerful protective leader Cara had once been.

But as the fire died, and Dahlia set her agiels beneath her pillow and prepared to sleep, she felt Cara’s presence grow nearer.

“Are you asleep?” Cara asked under her breath, hand on Dahlia’s hip.

Confused, Dahlia rolled to face Cara, wondering if she’d changed her mind about a more pleasurable evening. With the wizard on watch, and the terrain not conducive, she had no idea how Cara could do it—but the woman was nothing if not resourceful.

Yet Cara just moved close and rested her arm around the small of Dahlia’s back.

“What is it?” Dahlia asked.

“I’m glad you’re with us,” Cara said in a low voice.

Dahlia eyed her for a moment, then answered, “I’m not unhappy that I came.” She knew Cara would understand. Then, ready for sleep, she rolled back towards the fire.

Cara slid closer, though, not letting her arm fall away from Dahlia. With a small hum, as if of satisfaction, Cara curled herself against Dahlia with her arm around her.

Dahlia wanted to frown at the soft move, not a loving ownership but instead a shared comfort. It was not the Mord’Sith way. But Cara breathed out, the warm air tickling at Dahlia’s ear, and so Dahlia let the air leave her lungs in a long sigh.

When her eyelids dropped shut, she could hear the familiar hum of her agiels beneath her pillow, and the warm beat of Cara’s heart at her back. Cara held her close, and it might be dangerously human. But Dahlia could think of many worse things.

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Title: Mistress

Pairing: Cara/Dahlia

Rating: PG

Notes: For swatkat24’s prompt in the Great LotS Spooning Meme (http://seriousfic.livejournal.com/383597.html ). 377 words.

Mistress

merrykk

“Well, isn’t this special,” Cara said, her dark syrupy tone dripping from each word as she swung over to the broad bed. Looking as confident as if she was clad in full armor, rather than simply her own milky–golden skin, she let her fingers trail up the length of the mattress with dry amusement in her gaze.

Dahlia, pale skin shining in the moonlight, leaned over onto one elbow and gave her a firm look. “There’s no need to mock. It was you who broke my bed.”

“And so because of your own poor taste in furniture, you decided to impose yourself on your mistress?” Cara let each word fall precisely, and swung one knee up onto the bed beside her.

Dahlia reached out one finger, letting her nail mark a straight line between Cara’s full breasts, the moonlight casting them into beautiful shadowy forms. “You don’t mind,” she said in a full whisper, eyes holding Cara’s.

Cara didn’t break the gaze for a moment, then reached out to grasp Dahlia’s bold hand. Dahlia’s slight gasp of surprise made Cara’s lips quirk as she rolled the dark–haired woman and pinned her hand above her head on the pillow. Her body stretched out, back facing Cara, Dahlia laughed under her breath. “I will, of course, accept any punishment, my mistress.”

Cara slid her body into the bed, fingers still wrapped around Dahlia’s wrist to hold her loosely in place. Her other arm brushed around Dahlia, fingers caressing her lips, neck, breasts, and stopping teasingly just at her stomach. “Sleep, Dahlia,” she said, in a musical whisper, even as her fingers drew tiny circles on Dahlia’s stomach to make her thighs clench. She pressed her body against Dahlia’s, letting her wrist loose and drawing her into her arms, chin resting in the crook of Dahlia’s neck and legs tangling possessively.

“You’re a cruel mistress,” Dahlia murmured, even as she settled back against Cara’s strong full curves.

“And you love it,” Cara whispered back, kissing her neck and holding her close. Her hand found Dahlia’s, and she pressed the hand against Dahlia’s heart. With Cara’s arm embracing her, they fell asleep. And Cara was not as cruel as she could be—she had delicious plans for the morning.

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Title: Messy

Pairing: Cara/Dahlia/Leo

Rating: PG

Notes: In a discussion of how I multiship Cara like whoa, bluediamond421 made me write this. Rather cracky. 200 words.

Messy

merrykk

“What is it?” Kahlan asked as Cara stalked back to camp with a dirty look on her face.

The Mord’Sith grimaced. “Dahlia promised me that emotions would not be an issue with this. Now they are—” She waved her hand.

“Fighting?” Kahlan offered, and despite everything she felt amused. She’d had a feeling that Cara was playing with fire, reigniting her relationship with the newly–resurrected Leo even with Dahlia now also in the band. But said nothing, thinking that Cara deserved that much love.

“Why do they have to be so difficult?” Cara demanded, looking a little lost despite her frustration. “Is it that hard for Leo to sleep without rolling over on top of her? And would it hurt Dahlia to realize that maybe he didn’t intend to? And why is it all my fault, now?”

Kahlan put her hand on Cara’s arm. “Love is…tricky, Cara.”

Cara fumed, arms crossed tightly. “If only Richard would let me use my agiels.”

Kahlan pursed her lips. “Cara…”

“I did not mean it,” the other woman muttered. “Just—” Again, she gestured to the air.

Kahlan sighed and put an arm around Cara’s shoulders, squeezing her close. “I know, I know.”

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