LOTS - CARA/KAHLAN

Out Hunting

sameafnir

Title: Out hunting

Timline: Sometime around ep. 02-08 “Light”

Words: ca. 2970

Pairing: Cara/Kahlan

Author: Sameafnir

Disclaimer: I own nothing, no infringements intended

Rating: R (sex)

Out Hunting

sameafnir

Cara: “And I’m coming with you! The sisters of the light aren’t the only ones sworn to protect the seeker!”

Richard: “No. I’ll come back as quickly as I can, but I need you to go with Kahlan to find Zed. Protect her as if she were me!”

Cara thinks a split second about objecting, when she realizes the Lord Rahl trusts her with protecting Kahlan, she decides to settle an a stoic zynical reply instead. “I think it’s good you are leaving, you would only slow us down” sais it followed from a twitch in her eye and a her typical arrogant Mord’Sith look and turns away to groom the horses.

Of course, neither Kahlan nor Richard can be fooled about Cara’s not so well concealed disappointment, so Richard just answers good naturedly “I’ll miss you too!” Kahlan cannot hide a smile. She has grown somehow fond of Cara’s unusual display of loyalty and stubborness. Cara sees it out of the corner of her eye and what Richard and Kahlan don’t know is, that some parts of Cara are not so disappointed at all to get to remain with Kahlan.

They need to hurry though as Denna has most probably put a considerable distance between them. Although they have the horses they need to go slow to better be able to track. Kahlan automatically takes the lead. It is uncontested. Cara does not mind this time. She can protect the Mother Confessor better from that position anyway. When Kahlan gets off the horse to check for another one of Zed’s flowers - he had obviously been able to do some magic without Denna noticing - Cara can’t stop herself from teasing Kahlan with the words “if you need to stop and rest …..” but Kahlan cuts in dryly “is that your way of saying you need to stop and rest?” Cara inwardly smiles. This woman never stops to surprise her. Positively so. Kahlan hasn’t stopped but slowly walks searching the ground closely for some signs of the flowers they have been following so far. Cara straightens on her horse and replies “No, what I’m saying is, is you are slowing us down! We need to find the next flower!” Meanwhile Kahlan has bent down and finds a tiny green stem without blossom she sais “i think I have! The roots are here but I think someone has picked the flower” Kahlan is completely concentrated on the ground still. Cara dismounts and quickly crosses the few paces to get to Kahlan, she notices something dark and moving a few yards between the trees. She senses more than she sees an archer with his bow at the ready aiming at Kahlan.

There is no time left for talking, she simply pushes Kahlan sidewards onto the wooden floor. Not a moment to early, the arrow is flying by where Kahlan had been standing. Kahlan moves on instinct in one perfect flowing motion, her dagger flies and hits the D’Haran soldier standing beside the tree, bow still in hand. He falls.

Cara grim faced draws her Agiels. Not a word is spoken. Kahlan draws the sword of truth. Swiftly they take close combat positions. Almost a dozen D’Harans attack them crying frantically. It is a fierce fight. Brutal and yet beautiful Cara and Kahlan move like dancers with their deadly weapons and one after the other of their opponents is falling down.

Cara notices the nasty gash at Kahlan’s thigh. “You are hurt!” she states the obvious with concern in her voice. Kahlan merely shruggs it off “I’m fine!” Cara knows that she isn’t and that this could turn out badly but she holds her tongue. Again she admires Kahlan’s strength and determination. Of course she can not show any compassion, she is still Mord’Sith after all!

Of course Denna has sent the men. After confessing the archer, they know where they have to go to find Denna and Zed.

The horses are gone after the attack. So they carry on on foot. This does not make things easier. Kahlan has put a makeshift bandage around the wound. By now Cara has taken the lead and stoically walks ahead. Kahlan is slowing down, it becomes evident that her wound is plaguing her. She sits down on a rock with a small sigh. “You should keep going! You’ll move faster alone.”

Cara halts, turns and replies matter of factly “Obviously.” Yet she moves closer and adds “But I have made a promise to Richard.” inside herself she thinks “and I would never abandon you anyway!”. Kahlan removes the bandage with a groan. “It’s infected. We need to burn the wound closed” Cara offers pragmatically along with one of her well known twitches of the eye. Kahlan furiously pbjects “We don’t have time to make a fire!” Cara ignores Kahlan’s anger and responds with a sultry undertone “i don’t need a fire” unsheathing her Agiel and beholding it with her eyes like caressing it physically, then continues “but it will hurt!” Promptly Kahlan retorts a slightly bit unnerved “I’ve been struck by an Agiel before!”. Completely unimpressed by Kahlan’s reaction, Cara sais “Not like this!” she is still holding the Agiel in front of her with a strangely lovingly look in her eyes. Kahlan puts a stop to this verbal combat with a short “Do it!”

Cara raises one eyebrow marvels at Kahlan’s resolve and takes her time to get down on her knee, let go of her bow, to get close to the wound at Kahlan’s thigh. She is very aware of being this close to Kahlan. This is when she feels this strange throbbing in her insides again. This woman is really a phenomenom to her. So strong. So determined. And so beautiful. They lock eyes. Cara starts to fear she might loose herself to this woman, who has nothing but hatred for her. She only tolerates her because Richard wants Cara to stay with them. Or, could there be more? Then Cara takes just a quick look at the wound, searches Kahlan’s eyes again, only then she sets the Agiel to work.

Their eyes lock again, it is as if they need it to go through with it. These magnificent blue eyes. Kahlan’s holding Cara’s bold stare with so much willpower and resolve, Cara’s green eyes all but smile impishly back at Kahlan with pride. Cara can almost feel the pain the Agiel causes Kahlan who however does not yield. “I’must have this woman!” is what Cara thinks this moment and “Kahlan, you would have been a powerful sister!” Aloud though she just says with a wicked grin on her face “I’m impressed! Even the strongest Mord’Sith would have fainted”. Kahlan recognizes the compliment behind Cara’s words and smiles up proudly at Cara, and then she faints.

“Kahlan” Cara calls out in surprise, then mutters to herself “Might as well rest then” and starts to prepare a camp for the night. She sets up a soft space for Kahlan to lie on and carefully drags the Confessor there, moving her into a more comfortable position. Feeling at Kahlan’s forehead she notices it’s hot like a frying pan. Which is not surprising, she uses a wetcloth on Kahlan’s forehead. Takes out her blanket and puts it around Kahlan. A small fire is lit quickly nearby. There is enough wood to keep it going for some time.

After all the work is done and Cara has made sure no one is in the vicinity to disturb them, she changes the wetcloth again on Kahlan’s forehead and lies down to sleep. She keeps her bedroll close to Kahlan’s, just in case. She falls asleep, but it is a troubled one. She wakes in the middle of the night. With sleepy eyes she checks on Kahlan who’s breathing is regular, she does not have seem to have moved at all. Cara gazes down at Kahlan’s handsome and serene sleeping form. A longing so strong wells up in her she can hardly acknowledge it. She takes off her leathers. She lies down beside her, pushing a strand of Kahlan’s wonderful dark hair aside. It is so very smooth the touch alone sends a shiver deep down Cara’s spine. Kahlan’s breathing is still steady.

Cara cannot resist to softly touch her face, using only her index finger to draw a line on Kahlan’s cheek along until she reaches her chin, slowly wandering further down Kahlan’s delicate throat. There is no holding back as she draws closer and brushes Kahlan’s lips with a kiss as soft as if a leaf falls to the ground then another one, just a bit bolder. “It’s good you are not awake Mother Confessor, as you would certainly not approve of my behavior, but you are simply to delicious to not seize the opportunity…” murmurs Cara and just as she is about to plant another kiss on those inviting tender lips, she hears Kahlan whispering “Who tells you I’m not and I wouldn’t?” Cara wants to jerk back in shock when suddenly she feels Kahlan’s arms around her drawing her back close.

Kahlan’s hands on Cara’s silky skin. Cara is unable to speak, for once she is taken by surprise. “Kiss me” Kahlan breathes then, “consider it an order if that helps” she teases with an unseen smile when Cara still has not moved nor shown any sign of comprehension. The teasing works. Cara shakes off her uneasiness and replies lasciviously obediently “of course, command me Confessor!” and bends down to kiss Kahlan. This time it s a long sensuous one.

Lips on lips meeting with eagerness then Cara’s tongue wanders along Kahlan’s tender flesh, searchingly moving inside and outside until Kahlan hungrily kisses back. Cara moving on top of Kahlan carefully to not hurt the fresh wound on her thigh. Her hands wound deeply in Kahlans woundrous hair. Both women holding on to each other as if they fear to wake up out of a dream. Kahlan’s hands roaming freely on Cara’s steely back, her shoulder blades, her smoothness down all the length of her spine until the small of her back, resting there, kindle moans of pleasure from Cara. Kahlan with difficulty withdraws from the kiss breathing hard, taking her hands to hold Cara’s face in her hands, Cara’s breathing equally labored, “We need to be careful” Kahlan’s voice is serious, Cara while bending down on Kahlan again “I know, but I need much more of you first” closing in on Kahlans mouth and hungrily kissing, exploring, tasting her. Kahlan gives in for the moment, not being able to stop herself.

Cara’s hands move to Kahlan’s dress, unbinding the laces, hesitating she whispers “May I …” Kahlan barely manages a “yes” when Cara’s fingers are already at work. Kahlan’s hand not being idle wanders to Cara’s bare breasts, finding erect eager flesh she takes them one after the other between her index finger and thump and applies some pression, Cara involuntary lets out a low growl. Having finished her task with the laces, starts exploring Kahlan’s now exposed skin finding eager nipples waiting for her touch, the soft small of her neck. “You are so beautiful” Cara breathes in Kahlan’s ear. Kahlan catches her breath and draws Cara’s mouth on hers kissing her passionately, then with a soft voice “As are you”. Cara’s need is unsatisfied still, her body is pressing close on to Kahlan’s. They move little, just enjoying to explore and discover their bodies with their mouths and hands. Kahlan seems as hungry as Cara who is surprised when she senses this but puts aside all thoughts about this fact for later. In the past it had always been Cara to lead, to dominate but here … things are different … Kahlan takes over naturally and much to Cara’s own astonishment, she surrenders herself completely to that same woman who had wanted her dead just a few months ago. Kahlans rolls over and now Cara is on her back, with Kahlan’s hands all over her. One hand cupping her left breast, toying with the nipple and her mouth taking in the other simultaneously squeezing, and licking, biting and sucking on them. Working Cara into a frenzy, soft moans of lust and pleasure, escaping Cara’s mouth whose eyes are dilated with lust by now, her body aching for release. Rocking against Kahlan, she has submitted her body and is beyond rational thought. Kahlan’s exquisite touch on her is better than everything else, not even the touch of her Agiel sparks emotions like this.

“Kahlan, … please…” Cara musters with difficulty, swallowing the leftover pride, longing and lust have long taken over. Reluctantly Kahlan acquiesces her mouth resting on Cara’s left nipple, but letting her fingers wander between Cara’s legs, finding the soft folds wet with anticipation, her fingers probing, touching, circling, like teasing and lingering there while Cara’s body arches against her hand, giving herself over completely only after few more moments moving inside and finding the exact spot, Kahlan herself feeling need all over her but deep in her mind is embedded the fear to loose control, so she doesn’t, she enjoys Cara’s willing and exciting body reacting in this way to her touch, her power over her fuels her passion, she lets her fingers caress the sensitive flesh withdraws and starts all over again until Cara is all moaning and squirming until she can’t hold back any longer and comes with a cry and is laying then breathing hard under Kahlan, glorious green hazy eyes and happy looking into saphirblue eyes framed with that incredibly soft dark hair.

When Cara’s breathing has calmed down she draws Kahlan near and whispers in her ear “I want to please you!” Kahlan’s eyes are hungry with desire. She knows she shouldn’t give in to this, but Cara is beneath her, her skin pressed to her body wanting to please her, has aroused her so that she simply can not say no. Cara immediately senses it. Like a spark she ignites into action. Expertly caressing all the soft spots Kahlan needs to be touched, she finds them easily. It’s like she knows this body like her own. Soon, much too soon Kahlan is moving under her trying to find a rhythm with Cara’s wandering fingers, she moans her pleasure apparent in her gleaming eyes, hungry mouths searching, probing, hungrily feeding on each other. “Cara!” Kahlan breathes, “oh spirits!, Cara!”

Cara is aware of Kahlan’s fears, but struggles with heeding the unspoken plea, she’s so indulging herself, does simply not want to stop here …. “Cara, stop, now!” it’s a command. Cara, hesitates, she wants Kahlan to experience this. With her. She does not care about being confessed, or maybe she even wants to be confessed … she’s not sure what to think anymore. Kahlan is lost on the edge. She’s close, Cara knows and kisses her frantically. Her hands never leaving the Confessor’s body, they are entwined with one another, clutching at each other vigorously when Kahlan arches up hard shivers fiercely against Cara and is finally relieved. Breathless. Sated. “Cara?” Kahlan is suddenly aware of Cara’s naked form still wrapped around her, “Yes mother confessor, command me!” Kahlan’s face grows white with shock, “are you, have i…?” but then she looks into Cara’s face, sees the familiar twitch in her eye and knows she has not confessed her. Why has her power not overtaken her? Kahlan is confused- This is bizarre. Cara does not care, she is just plain happy, she teasingly adds to her smirk “Mother confessor, how may i serve you, …. more?”

Kahlan decides to ponder her own concerns about her power later. She takes in Cara’s rarely open gaze, undisguised from any Mord’Sith pride or mask and answers solemny “We need to get some sleep now! Denna isn’t excactly waiting on us!” Cara complies with a sigh. They get the blankets from their packs and settle into a snuggling close position for the rest of the night.

Before falling asleep Kahlan mutters into Cara’s ear “Try to stay covered, so i don’t accidentally confess you in my sleep, although …… it’s tempting!” she then snuggles back again behind Cara, wrapped in her own blanket. Cara replies in her best Mord’Sith tone “I’d very much appreciate that!”

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