LOTS - CARA/KAHLAN

Just Right

ministress

Title: Just Right

Author: ministress

Rating: R / M

Word count: 993

Pairing: Cara/Kahlan

Summary: Zedd does some powerful magic and so does Kahlan.

“She climbed in bed next to Kahlan, sliding back against her warmth, and Kahlan put an arm around her in comfort.”

Note: Written for Secret Seeker Kink 4: Underground/Underworld Ficathon! Prompt: Big Spoon

Disclaimer: Legend of the Seeker characters are owned by Terry Goodkind and ABC. No copyright infringement is intended. It’s just fiction.

Just Right

ministress

“But it takes great magic to do something like that,” the wizard cried, “the kind of magic that should not be used lightly!”

“Oh come on, Zedd. We saw you build a huge palace out of thin air in moments when you were with Salindra.” Richard was insistent, and the wizard knew he was losing this battle. “All we want are some nice little cabins to spend the night in… with real beds. Is that too much to ask?”

“Very well,” came the reply. Zedd chanted an incantation and waved his arm in a large flourish; as the ground rippled and split, four small cabins arose from it. Each was decorated in a style to make the travelers feel at home: one carved stone, one rough–hewn logs, one painted masonry with matching trim and shutters, and the last—a simple mud and stick dwelling—like the one Zedd and his chickens lived in before all this began.

Kahlan was the first to speak, her smile lighting up her face. “Oh Zedd, it’s beautiful!” The painted cabin was the same color as her childhood house in Aydindril. Richard ran to the log hut, grinning happily when he saw a woodcutter’s axe leaning by the door, and Cara sauntered into the stone building, its familiar strong Mord–Sith appearance calming her. With another small wave of his hand, some chickens appeared near the last cabin; looking satisfied, the wizard ambled over to them.

An hour later, all four were in their beds. No sooner did she drift off when Kahlan heard a knock at her door. “Come in,” she said softly, and Cara entered, distressed and forlorn. “What’s wrong, Cara?”

The Mord–Sith shuffled her foot, not wanting to admit to anything. The truth was, she could not be alone. The separation of a Mord–Sith from others was too much to bear; they never went anywhere without at least one other person, preferably more. She looked pitifully at Kahlan, as if the Confessor should just know and understand and somehow fix this. Fortunately for her, Kahlan did know, and did understand.

Kahlan held out her arm. “It’s alright, you can stay with me.” There was not a hint of disapproval in her voice, and for the first time Cara was truly grateful. She climbed in bed next to Kahlan, sliding back against her warmth, and Kahlan put an arm around her in comfort. “Shhh,” she whispered. “I’m here with you.”

The instant they started to fall asleep, another knock at the door broke the silence. Without waiting for a reply, Richard barged in. He eyed the two women, and Kahlan started to explain, “Cara couldn’t—”

Before she could finish, Cara interrupted. “My bed was too soft. It hurt my back.” The quick lie concealed her perceived weakness.

Richard nodded. “My bed’s too hard. Can I stay in here?” He flipped his bedroll on the floor and crawled in, unaware of Kahlan’s slight sigh at his intrusion.

Not long after they closed their eyes again, the wizard banged on the door. “Is everyone alright? I got up for a snack and the cabins were empty.” He let himself in and surveyed the scene.

“Maybe… maybe we should just go back to the campfire. We don’t really need these cabins. It’s too hard to watch for danger when we’re all split up,” Richard pointed out.

The wizard looked from one to the other, then shrugged. With a wave of his arm, everything vanished, leaving them on their bedrolls in front of the original campfire. “No one appreciates powerful magic,” he muttered loudly before laying down, his slight smile hidden by the darkness.

Cara made no attempt to move to her own bed, still shaken by her loneliness. But as soon as Richard and Zedd were asleep, she felt a hand on her leather, caressing her breast. Her eyes opened wide and her heart thumped in sudden surprise. At first she thought it was a mistake, but it slipped inside her neckline, finding a nipple, this time without its leather barrier. After teasing the nipple into firmness, the hand left her neckline and traveled lower, rubbing her belly, pulling her closer. As it slipped silently inside her waistband, she swallowed, exhaling slightly to allow it. The warmth from the body behind her was increasing, pressing against the small of her back, quick breaths warming the back of her neck through her hair.

The hand continued, searching, seeking deeper; a finger, then two, dipped into their destination, slick with desire. “Ahh, look what I’ve done to you,” a very low voice whispered in her ear. Cara moaned, just barely. “It’s a strange night indeed when The Mother Confessor can make a Mord–Sith whimper in her bed.” The hand withdrew, moving up to Cara’s mouth, fingers pressing on her lips. She licked them, soft, sticky with her own arousal. A slight shudder went through her, and the hand drifted back down. Sharp teeth nibbled her earlobe and a tongue traced the edges. “Do you want me to stop?” Kahlan inhaled suddenly and shivers raced down Cara’s spine, despite the burning between them.

Unable to speak, she shook her head slightly as the body behind her moved rhythmically, urging hers to do the same. The fingers unlaced the front of her pants, then found her heat a second time, their pressure increasing and demanding, slowly circling, driving her delirious with longing. Cara closed her eyes, her breathing now short gasps, her skin glistening… but the fingers were relentless. A scorching sensation, its heat radiating up and out, pulsed throughout her body, consuming her thoughts, melting her. Body tensing, she held her breath; a soft bite on the back of her neck brought her crashing over the edge, trembling and spent.

“My bed is juuusssst right,” murmured the voice in her ear. She snuggled back against Kahlan, taking a deep breath and pulling her arm around her. Her bed was just right, too.

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