LOTS - CARA/KAHLAN

Secrets We Keep

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Title: Secrets We Keep

Author: phoenix_cry

Pairing: Cara/Kahlan

Rating: NC–17 – I didn’t intent to, it just happened…

Disclaimer: The show/books/characters don’t belong to me. Just fooling around with them a little.

Summary: A training session between Kahlan and Cara leads to a whole other encounter between them.

A/N: I tried to make good use of the prompts you gave, and I hope you like how the story turned out. Merry Christmas! :)

Secrets We Keep

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Kahlan hissed as the agiel sung passed her ear, slightly catching her cheek in the process. Swinging around, she quickly blocked another attack by her opponent, ignoring the sting the weapon had left behind.

Her dagger reflected the moonlight, as she dove forward in a counterattack, narrowly missing a red leather–clad shoulder.

A slight sheen of sweat was gathering on her forehead and chest from the exertion of the last hour. With a glance, Kahlan noticed that the Mord’Sith wasn’t fairing much better.

Dodging the agiel again, the Confessor managed to kick the other woman’s legs out from under her in the same move, sending her to the ground. A second later, her dagger was at Cara’s throat.

Another moment later and Kahlan found herself on the ground besides Cara, agiel hovering over her own throat.

Both women panting heavily, they remained that way for a short time, before Kahlan decided to end it.

“Seems like we’ve found each other at an impasse. What do you say – enough training for tonight?”

Cara seemed to ponder the suggestion for a moment, but then removed her weapon from Kahlan’s neck.

“For tonight, yes,” she glanced at the brunette. “Seems like you’ve had enough anyways.”

Kahlan lifted an elegant eyebrow at her companion’s teasing and sat up. “I do not think you could go another round either, Cara.” She felt a drop of sweat rolling down her chest and vanishing between her breasts.

The blonde’s eyes quickly dropped down, following the movement, before redirecting her eyes back towards Kahlan’s face.

She huffed. “Of course I could, Mother Confessor. I am Mord’Sith. We do not tire that easily.”

The confessor in question chuckled softly, replacing her daggers into their resting places in her boots. “Maybe I should go and get Richard then, to ask him to train another round with you.”

Cara glared at her. “Lord Rahl is much too busy for that.”

“With what? Gutting the rabbit? I’m sure Zedd would be happy to take care of dinner tonight.”

“That way, it’ll be gone, before it had a chance to be fully done.”

Chuckling again, Kahlan let it rest and got up off the ground. Cara imitated her move, but made a disgusted sound when she came to stand beside her.

Kahlan looked at her questioningly. “What is it?”

Cara didn’t even look at her when she replied, instead tugging at her uniform. It didn’t give away an inch.

“I hate it when the leather gets wet. Be it water or sweat. I’ll never be able to get out of it now.” She paused. “Not that I want to, of course.”

Kahlan marveled at the fact that the Mord’Sith made such a statement. Not so long ago, she would have seen it as a form of weakness to admit to any kind of discomfort.

Wiping at her own uncomfortably sweaty skin, Kahlan looked at her companion. “Maybe we should wash up at the pond we came by earlier. We could both use a bath.”

Cara was silent for a moment before nodding her acceptance. “Lord Rahl and the wizard do not expect us back for some time yet, anyways. If we hurry, we can make it back for dinner.”

That said, the blond started off down the path towards the small pond, Kahlan hurrying after her.

Not ten minutes later, the two women had reached their destination. The pond was not more than fifteen feet in diameter, but was more than enough to serve their purpose.

Beginning to quickly unlace her dress, it was soon dropping down to pool at her feet. Setting to work on her boots next, she was interrupted by a frustrated sigh coming from her left.

Looking up, she saw Cara once again tugging at her clothing, with not much success. Uttering a sigh herself, she made her way over to where the Mord’Sith was trying to fight her way out of the leather.

Batting her hands away, Kahlan deftly took hold of the fabric covering one pale shoulder, pulling it down as far as it would go, then doing the same to the other site.

Glancing up from her work, she saw Cara staring at her, standing frozen in place.

“What? Do you want to spend the next few hours trying to get out of this? Or do you rather accept my help?” Kahlan snapped and resumed freeing more skin from its confines.

There was silence from the Mord’Sith for a while, before she murmured, “You just don’t know what you are getting yourself into right now, do you?”

Lifting an eyebrow at her in confusion, Kahlan waited for an elaboration. What she didn’t expect at all, was to find the blonde’s lips pressed to hers as an answer.

Now it was her body’s time to freeze involuntarily, before she regained power over it again and managed to push Cara slightly away.

“What do you think you are doing?”

“Giving you the answer you wanted,” Cara replied coolly, not seeming to be affected by her actions at all.

Kahlan shook her head in denial. “That wasn’t the answer I wanted.”

Cara smirked. “And yet, you still have your hands on me, Confessor.”

Realizing she was right, Kahlan wanted to snatch her hands away, but Cara’s own hands grabbed her wrists and pulled her fully against the Mord’Sith’s half–clad body, sealing her lips once again with her own.

Feeling Cara’s tongue softly swiping over her bottom lip, Kahlan involuntarily opened her mouth to the gentle prodding and before she knew it, she was kissing back with equal fervor.

Her mind seemed to shut down on her and her actions were getting more and more out of her control with each passing moment.

She barely noticed when Cara started undoing her corset, only becoming aware of the fact, when the wind brushed over her newly exposed skin.

Tearing her lips away from Cara’s, she gasped for breath, before attacking the blonde’s clothing again, this time managing to even the ground between them.

Both stepping out of their discarded clothing, Cara steered them towards the pond, which was still surprisingly warm this time of day.

Submerged in water, they resumed their previous activities, the slide of the water and skin to skin contact only adding to the sensuality of the moment.

Her arms curling around Cara’s body, hands settling on her shoulders and neck, Kahlan pressed her closer and moaned softly, when the other woman’s fingers tangled themselves in her hair at the nape of her neck, massaging her scalp gently.

Tongues sliding against each other, hands started to become bolder. Caressing a trail down Kahlan’s back, they left goose bumps in their wake, before settling on her ass and caressing there lightly.

Gasping at the feeling, Kahlan made sure that her hands weren’t idle either. Cupping a breast under the water, her thumb flicked back and forth over one nipple. This time, a moan escaped Cara’s throat, before she reciprocated and let her hand settle much lower.

A little surprised, Kahlan drew back slightly to look at the Mord’Sith.

Her breathing a little unsteady, she asked, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll confess you? You do know what happens, when I…” Expecting a smirk, she was surprised when she got a teasing smile instead. “Mord’Sith are not afraid of anything.” Her hand resumed its caressing between the brunette’s legs. “But, just to make sure no one gets hurt, give me some warning, yes?”

Eyes fluttering closed, Kahlan only managed to nod, pleasure coursing through her body. Smiling at the brunette’s rapture, Cara planted soft kisses along the length of her neck.

Kahlan shuddered and made her hands move again, Cara’s muscles trembling under her touch.

As the blonde’s ministrations became more insistent, Kahlan’s breathing got more and more ragged.

“Oh, Spirits!” she gasped, her hands grasping Cara’s upper arms for balance. “You….oooh, you have to…stop!”

Cara heeded the warning, but before letting fully go, she made sure to replace her hand with the Confessor’s own. “Finish it,” she ordered, her voice sounding decidedly sexy to Kahlan’s ears.

Not even thinking about defying that order, Kahlan’s fingers worked swiftly, letting her shatter within seconds.

Biting her lips to keep from crying out loudly, she whimpered instead as her whole body tingled with pleasure.

Shuddering, she panted as the feelings ebbed, leaving her drained from the outburst of endorphins and the release of her powers.

Cara’s breath tickled her lips when she came closer again, halting an inch in front of her face. “That was truly a sight to behold, Mother Confessor,” she whispered, before pressing her lips to Kahlan’s.

Kahlan hummed quietly, deepening the kiss again. Not breaking the contact, she lead Cara back to the shore, only stepping away from the other woman to pull her down onto the grass. Pressing her down onto her back, Kahlan settled down between her legs, chuckling at Cara’s curious expression.

Redirecting her gaze onto the smooth skin spread out before her, she trailed kisses down her stomach, down her legs and up again, before pressing a kiss to the patch of curls at the juncture of her legs.

The Mord’Sith drew a quick breath, when Kahlan’s tongue flicked over her most sensitive spot once. When her fingers joined her mouth, the blonde’s back arched in rapture.

Grasping her head and tangling her fingers in the long, brown curls, Cara tried to press Kahlan even closer.

Humming again in satisfaction, Kahlan suckled and licked until she nearly couldn’t hold Cara down much longer. Redoubling her efforts anyways, it wasn’t long before the other woman’s body gave up on trying to resist the pull of orgasm. Her moan escaping into the night, Cara slumped back to the ground, breathing heavily.

Kahlan left her spot and settled down beside the blonde instead, waiting for her to come down from her pleasure–induced high.

Silence settled over them, the wind drying their skin.

Then, “Did they teach you that during confessor training?”

Kahlan turned her head slightly towards the Mord’Sith, an eyebrow raising, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. She didn’t give any answer however, just turned her head back to look up at the stars.

“Why haven’t you ever done that with Richard? I know you are both dying to get rid of your…frustrations.”

“What makes you think we haven’t?”

Now it was Cara’s turn to raise her eyebrow accusingly.

Kahlan sighed. “Fine.” Fumbling with a strand of her hair, she tried to explain, “I doubt either of us would be able to stop once we started. And I just can’t risk that. Richard’s much too important for that.”

Nodding her agreement, Cara got up to get dressed, skin now dry.

Kahlan looked up at her and chuckled. “Good luck with that,” she teased and reached for her corset.

Putting it back on, she looked at Cara, who was having trouble dressing.

“I’ll help you, you’ll help me?”

Cara pondered the offer quietly for a second, before nodding.

Lacing Kahlan’s corset back up quickly and efficiently, she then turned her back and waited for the brunette to reciprocate the favor.

Continuing to get dressed, not another word was uttered, but an unspoken agreement was reached. They weren’t best friends yet, but surely on their way to being less of the enemies they had been before. And neither would utter a word to the Seeker about the occurrences that had been taking place between them just now.

Making their way back to the camp, where dinner was surely long done by now, they tried hard to forget the feel of the others skin under their hands and lips.

It would prove to be a sleepless night for both of them.

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