LOTS - CARA/KAHLAN

Burning Uncertainty

seven_3_oh (Amanda)

Title: burning uncertainty

Author: seven_3_oh (amanda)

Pairing: Cara/Kahlan

Fandom: legend of the seeker

Rating: NC–17

Word Count: 1,231

Summary: Random pwp, set who knows when, for who knows why. A slight redux of a different short that’s been chilling on my computer. HAPPY I.D.F. (http://www.femslashday.com/ )

Disclaimer: “Legend of the Seeker”, its characters, and the situations depicted on the show are the property of ABC Studios, Disney, et all, as well as Terry Goodkind. This story cannot be sold or used for profit in any way. Copies of this story may be made for private use only and must include all disclaimers and copyright notices.

Date: 07172010

Burning Uncertainty

seven_3_oh (Amanda)

Cupping her face with one hand, feeling the blush erupting under the skin of her cheek, she allowed her dark green eyes to take in the dark eyebrows that furrowed at her touch. Creeping her thumb over the thin, opening lips as she felt the blue eyed woman responding to her made all hesitation dissipate. Slowly she moved forward and their lips met in a chaste kiss. Not their first, but one that was flavored with explicit intent.

Teasing and innuendo laced moments over time, keeping both of them breathless. Waiting.

Lips meeting as their bodies pressed tightly. As breasts pushed against breasts, as her hand moved from the Confessor’s cheek, to cup the back of her head. As they brushed lips again, before both opening together and tongue tips reaching for the other.

Tapping, touching. Familiarizing themselves. Passionate and as warm, reminiscent of the first kiss they had shared before. What seemed like a life time ago? But not so long. Not in reality. The pulse of the chemical attraction between the two women was humming again, already. Flooding their senses and bodies. Desperation and hunger over took their kiss. Softly a moan came from the blue eyed woman who leaned back breathlessly, her eyes coyishly blinking and looking into hooded dark eyes.

The brunette’s hand, with a slight shake moved to touch cheek of the other woman, much like she had done before. Her fingers, sensually felt this other woman’s face, like she was seeing her for the first time. Like she was experiencing her for the first time. Which wasn’t the literal truth, but perhaps she was seeing her in a new way.

When fingers moved into her dark hair, she leaned forward, making the blue eyes go wide, and a small noise escape the lips that she kissed hungrily, urgently again. Her hands found purchase on hips, and pulled the other woman closer. Needing to feel her. Needing to feel what was real, what was between the two of them, and what was in the realness of the moment. No more flirting, no more promises. And no more wondering, no more aching for what could have been on that one night of unfulfilled passion.

The taller of the two women moaned deeply as she felt the blonde’s hands on her back, fingers digging into her, pulling her closer as their tongues dueled passionately hungrily, in an almost angry dance. Her own hands moved lower to cup her buttocks and her hands spread wide to hold her tight against her thigh that she moved between them.

She groaned when she felt the wall behind her. Possessive hands on her breasts as the lips moved down her chin to her throat, and she knew she was being ravaged and was no longer the aggressor.

Hands on her belt and then the laces of her leathers, brought her from her blissful haze. Opening her eyes she spied the gorgeous Confessor as she kneeled before her, and finished releasing her from the red leather. Roughly they were pulled down past her knees, to be left in a puddle at her booted feet. Soft hands moved up her muscled thighs, to tease along the muscles of her stomach.

“Oh Creator.” She groaned, as sure fingers gripped her hips.

“Close enough.” The Confessor replied with a grin.

“You.” Cara stammered.

“Am not going to be denied again.” Her mouth settled on the mound before her, kissing before her fingers moved to spread open delicate lips, and allowed her tongue to delve deep between the other woman’s very wet and aroused folds.

“Yes.” The Mord–Sith hissed through clenched teeth.

“Mmhm.”

The moan sent a thrill of vibrations through her clit, causing her head to smack the wall, and her hands to delicately find the soft tresses of the woman who was expertly plunging her tongue into her center. She was going to come. She knew it, could feel it, and was amazed that it was going to come so fast. Her hips where gently moving in time with the ministrations of the expert mouth on her sex, and her hands were softly, gently moving over the woman’s head who was lapping her.

“Spirits.” She growled, and the tremor started in her knees and erupted out of her in a spasm. A small orgasm, but amazing.

Blue eyes looked up at her, suddenly clouded and unsure. When their eyes met, she knew exactly what the other woman was thinking. Dropping to her knees she took her face and kissed her passionately, possessively. She licked at her chin and cheeks, taking in the taste of herself on this woman, and was cooing in the back of her throat.

Gently she moved them both to the ground, laying beside her, she looked deep into blue eyes as her hand moved up a muscled thigh, as her thumb moved with direct pressure and purpose against her clit. A delicate sigh of wanting came from the soft lips below her, and she kissed them, keeping her eyes open and locked onto blue eyes.

Her hands moved over the amazingly soft and pale flesh that was exposed to her. She wanted to keep their eyes locked. Kissing her lips softly again, as her hands caressed the firm stomach that as she moved lower she was able to lick and kiss all while looking up to meet fiery blue eyes.

Her own eyes burned with a statement her lips dare not speak.

She let her lips speak instead a different way. By kissing down her stomach, down the length of one inner thigh, and up the other, as her legs opened wider.

Breathing in deeply she was in heaven. The scent of this aroused woman filling her nostrils. She kissed lightly, before snaking out her long tongue to get the first taste of the glistening open sex before her. Bucking beneath her, she felt hands on her head, and a slight begging pressure, willing her to devour her. And she did not disappoint.

Dipping her tongue deep inside of her clenching opening, curling and tasting the sweetly divine flavor of this other woman sent her mind reeling. Moving her own hands to cup the breasts the tempted her above, she plunged her tongue into the woman’s center, and then twirled it around her engorged clit, moaning hungrily. All the while keeping her eyes open. Blue eyes would close, and then flash open. Cara was watching the feelings and emotions moving across the beautiful face as she pleasured this woman, and as she was losing herself in the pleasure of tasting her, feeling her, being inside of her.

When blue eyes came, it was in a wash of superb relief, loud vocal relief, and fingers digging into her scalp. And it was heavenly.

She hovered her body over the woman below her, and moaned with overwhelming appreciation when she was kissed passionately. When she felt their bodies come together again. When both of their hands began stripping the rest of the clothes off of the other. Fingers found her dripping center and she cried out Kahlan’s name, before desperately returning the intrusion, and moving with her in delicious time, each of them filling the other and moving together towards orgasm again, this time together, this time kissing each other, looking into one another’s eyes, each set filled with a matching burning uncertainty.

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