LOTS - CARA/KAHLAN

I Know

seven_3_oh (Amanda)

Title: I know

Author: seven_3_oh (amanda)

Pairing: Cara/Kahlan

Fandom: legend of the seeker

Rating: NC–17

Word Count: 3,975

Summary: Post S2. Oh look! The Keeper is defeated, and the secret of Confessor Sexy!times has been revealed. So now what? Essentially another PWP.

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.

Author’s Note: oh me and my pwp. Sometimes one just needs to write. So! I owe a huge thank you and my gratitude to fosforito4, not only for being the best gf EVER, but for helping me figure out how to get from point A to B. Thank you, honey!

Date: 07232010

I Know

seven_3_oh (Amanda)

The revelry in the inn that night was at a level of joy that Kahlan had not experienced in a long time. It was as though the people of the southern Midlands seemed to know, without being told, that the rift between their world and the Underworld had been abolished and that the specter of the Keeper was pushed back, to be considered as the dreaded eventuality in death, but not something actively pursuing them. Though Kahlan was well versed in reality that death was always pursuing life. There didn’t need to be a crack between worlds for that to be a truth. Still the rambunctious nature of the sounds, the free flowing ale and wine, and the smiles from the villagers around them was certainly infectious. Zedd was in high spirits, and Richard continued to smile from sun up to sun down, very proud of himself and his surroundings.

When the true nature of her gift was discovered, after she had killed and confessed him, with no success, she had felt relief as well as a very sharp and sudden pressure. It was as though she traded one set of weights for another. Before she had resigned herself to the fact that she could never act on her feelings, fulfill her physical cravings because to do so would confess them. But now? Kahlan shook her head and tightened her hands around the mug of mulled wine she had been nursing for two candle marks. Now? She knew that if the person she was with loved her completely and unconditionally, then her gift would not harm them.

Her eyes moved slowly to Richard, who was spinning a tale to the dozen men around him, of the nefarious Screeling attack, and how, with the help of the Wizard, the creature had been bested, sent back to the Underworld in little bite sized pieces. Richard’s cheeks were flushed, from the wine, the warmth of the fire in the room, as well as the attention of the men, and she was quite sure the thoughts in the back of his mind. When they had come upon the inn earlier, he had taken her hands, and pulled her back into the stables, away from Zedd and Cara, where he had, none to eloquently, told her how much he was looking forward to sharing a bed with her that night.

Kahlan on the other hand was not so excited at the prospect.

After the night spent on the sandy floor at the Pillars of Creation; experiencing what her body knew was not the first time, but to her recollection and her heart was, she had been underwhelmed. She had been disappointed. In this sure hands and his coarse beard scratching against her breasts, as he moved against her, Kahlan had felt the emotional weight doubled. Richard loved her. Richard would not be confessed. But to Kahlan, the beauty of Richard had been in that he was unattainable, and therefore just an idea. When the idea became reality? Well she was no longer surrounded by the gossamer beauty of what if. She knew what was. And she was not looking forward to retiring with Richard. What was, was not what Kahlan wanted.

Sighing she took a sip of her wine, and as her eyes moved up and across the table they went wide.

Cara was watching her, arms crossed gently and resting under her breasts, a faint smirk on her lips, but a dark shadow in her eyes.

Somehow Kahlan was certain that Cara knew exactly what Kahlan had been thinking of.

Her right brow lifted, questioning Kahlan suddenly.

A question Kahlan knew the answer too, but was not sure she wanted to voice it, or even hear the question spoken. She was sure, from the darkness in Cara’s eyes that the Mord–Sith would never ask her. Not directly.

Zedd’s spell of undoing apparently kept Cara from being broken irrevocably by Darken Rahl. But it had also removed something of value from her life. Something that had made her what she was. While Kahlan did not know anything different from this Cara to the one Zedd had explained to them, she did notice that Cara seemed more introspective, more sullen. As if something very important had been taken from her, and she felt that loss.

Kahlan while not understanding the how or the why of powerful magic knew that she did not like seeing the shadows in her friend’s eyes. She missed their mischievous twinkle.

“Something you need, Confessor?” She asked.

“Yes.” Kahlan replied, her eyes fixated on Cara’s mouth, before she shook her head and smiling, looked back at her eyes. “Perhaps more wine.”

Cara leaned forward, her gloved hands resting on the table. “Oh, is it so very awful that you would rather be drunk later.”

“Mm.” Kahlan refused to allow herself to speak actual words. Richard would hear. Plus, in speaking she was quite sure that her emotions would be made real. And once real, and acknowledged there was no turning back.

Cara huffed, and stood, her hands slowly moving over the wood grain of the table, and Kahlan was almost certain she could hear the sound of the leather whispering as she did so. Her eyes were transfixed by the movement, to such an extent that she shuddered slightly; her imagination forced her body to feel the sensation of those leather clad fingers moving over the skin on her back.

She narrowed her eyes at her mug of wine. “Yes.” She breathed, confessing. Because she did not want to lay under Richard’s undulations. Did not want to experience that again. Because Kahlan Amnell realized the moment it happened the night before that she did not love Richard, not in that way. But how could she tell him?

“I know.”

Cara’s voice made her eyes jump back up. She stared hard into the deepening eyes. It was not that she was seeing Cara for the first time. No, for Kahlan she was seeing herself for the first time. Seeing in real life what she had banished into dreams and lucid fantasies before.

“Do you?” She knew she sounded desperate. She didn’t care that much anymore. Not when those eyes seemed to penetrate through her defenses, seemed to speak to her of things that she could know. That she wanted to know.

“Yes, Kahlan. I know.”

* * * * *

Kahlan wasn’t sure how they had gotten to this point. In a blur they went from the dining hall of the inn, to where they were now.

If this was a dream it was by far the most realistic dream she had ever experienced. And she refused to wake up.

Kahlan was kneeling naked, between the equally naked thighs of the woman in front of her. But this wasn’t just any woman to Kahlan; Cara was the greatest puzzle, and the most dangerous enigma. She never thought she would be where she was kneeling, her fingertips tracing up Cara’s silky tan shins, and then down lightly. She couldn’t breathe it seemed, so taken in by the rise and fall of Cara’s chest, with breasts so bare. Kahlan swallowed with a sigh.

Meeting the look of the woman before her, the woman that was about to transform from some mythical fantasy, barreling into the now. Kahlan felt burned by the need, the desire she saw in Cara’s eyes, knowing her own eyes matched the intensity. Leaning forward, hovering over the body that had always made her ache, she faintly rubbed her breasts against the ones below.

What had been a frenzy of kisses and gropes, leather littering this small room, was now slowed. It was supposed to be frenzied. Insanely passionate, just the two of them coming together. Kahlan wasn’t going to feel all of these emotions. She wasn’t supposed to allow herself to. She seemed to know, or to think that with Cara there would be no thinking, no feeling. That it would be rushed, and hard; pleasurably brutal with the sharp delirium of pain. This? What was happening? Was not at all what she had expected, and yet, as her skin touched Cara’s it seemed to be exactly what should happen. She should know tenderness, they both should. She should feel. She should moan as her nipples brushed against Cara’s and she should allow herself to slow, to take her time, to savor every single moment, for this to last.

Kahlan made sure her body was hovering, mere inches from Cara’s, as she dipped her head lower, gently kissing those lips, brushing the full bottom lip, kissing the tip of Cara’s nose, her cheeks, and closed eyes.

Returning to those bruised lips Kahlan moaned as Cara returned the kiss with the same level of languid need. As if the blonde beneath her knew that Kahlan could no longer keep up the frenzied pace, the rush to the edge that had started all of this. Cara’s lips nipped at Kahlan’s bottom lip, sucking it, and running her tongue over it, making Kahlan’s arms that where holding her shake. In retaliation Kahlan teased Cara’s lips with the tip of her tongue, lips that parted and allowed her to dip her tongue deeper, feeling, and tasting. She caressed Cara’s teeth, the inside of her mouth that tasted faintly the wine that they had shared earlier, and the erotic flavor that was pure Cara. A low growl came from Kahlan’s throat as she moved her mouth away, moving to lick the left side of Cara’s smooth throat, moving her flat tongue over the salted skin before she traveled to suck on that one spot. Cara’s blunt nails dug into her shoulders as Kahlan’s naturally sharp teeth pressed down against the throbbing vein in Cara’s neck.

Feeling Cara responding to her, the way her hands reached for her; how her strong body arched up against her took Kahlan’s arousal higher than she ever imagined it could go. Her center twitched in delicious agony, feeling the sparks of pleasure running through Cara’s veins and jumping through her mouth into her own.

Kahlan took all of her weight onto one arm as she moved her lips lower to nip and suck on Cara’s collarbone, her other hand tracing lightly with her fingers over Cara’s shoulder, down the valley between her breasts, moving faster with each millimeter of skin that passed under her fingers. Swiftly she ran two fingers through Cara’s drenched folds. Cara twitched, surprised, as Kahlan with a groan, moved her fingers down the length of her center, and then pulled back up, gathering her sweet smelling arousal. Kahlan moved her fingers to Cara’s pebbled left nipple, coating it. Now understanding Cara arched her back, raising her hard nipples closer for Kahlan. Dipping her head, she lapped around the nipple, licking, tasting and savoring the delicious sweetness, before she sucked the firm flesh between her lips. Kahlan moaned again, forgetting to be embarrassed about the noises she made, forgetting about everything but the pure exhilarating taste of Cara’s skin and Cara’s arousal. She felt her own center tighten, throb, and her wetness multiply.

So many times Kahlan had imagined what Cara would taste like; the sheen of salt on her skin, the crisp taste of her wetness, the texture of the skin between her legs. And though Kahlan was blessed with a vivid imagination, it had failed her. She had been nowhere close. This was heaven, this was passion. These were all the sensations she dreamed of but never believed that she could know.

Kahlan adored the left breast in front of her, licking, and then took the nipple between her teeth and pulled. Cara’s back arched off the bed, a noise coming from her that made Kahlan’s lips smile as they engulfed the entire nipple and sucked harder. She released it from her mouth with a pop, her eyes looking up the flushed skin of Cara’s chest, looking at her face. Her head was leaning back slightly, her eyes closed, her rosy lips slightly parted. She was beautiful, and Kahlan whispered the word, before twirling her tongue around the previously neglected right nipple. She had always wondered how it would feel on her tongue, the succulent firm flesh.

Feeling her arms beginning to shake, Kahlan knew she couldn’t keep her body hovering over Cara’s much longer. Releasing the breast, which caused Cara’s to emit a high–pitched sigh, Kahlan started to roll Cara onto her stomach.

“What?”

“Please.” Kahlan responded, surprised by the lowness of her voice. For a moment, she was certain that Cara would not relent, would not trust her enough to submit to her wants. But as her lids lowered ever so slowly over green eyes, surrender was granted. In that look Kahlan knew that Cara would give her anything. She knew that this woman loved her. She could feel it. She knew it. Just as she had known so many months ago, as those eyes told her the truth that they both worked desperately to deny. That between them the emotions were so much more than platonic, and sisterly. Kahlan swallowed as her heart seemed to melt and burn at the same time. Cara nodded, giving herself to her.

Cara rolled completely, and Kahlan wasted no time. She licked the rounded and soft skin of Cara’s shoulder, moving from one to another, before biting the soft, often neglected skin there. The desire to feel every inch of this forbidden flesh under her tongue surged through Kahlan. She bit down on the back of Cara’s neck after licking the length of it, and felt her arch up under her. Kahlan rested her breasts against the smooth expanse of back beneath her, and moved her hands softly along Cara’s arms beside her body, kissing along the back of her neck, moving towards the left side, flicking her tongue over the back of Cara’s ear. Growling Cara arched up, increasing the meeting of their skin, her voice husky as she murmured repeatedly, “Please, touch me.”

Listening Kahlan smiled, then tugged Cara’s earlobe between her lips. She replied to Cara’s pleas with a low, “I will.”

Kahlan moved off of Cara, to lay on her side, and watched in awe as her hands moved over the silken expanse of skin. Leaning forward she kissed Cara’s shoulder and then side, as her hands moved down lower. Kahlan was fascinated as she rubbed her hands over Cara’s firm buttocks, feeling the skin tighten, like a cat when you pet them. Cara’s muscles clenched and the breath rushed from Kahlan’s lips. She leaned up, and back over the smaller body, and set her dripping sex on the firm muscles, rubbing against Cara three times, painting her, and arching her back hearing the approving moan from the back of her Cara’s throat. She rocked against the muscles that Cara clenched and then released, providing just enough resistance to rub against Kahlan’s swollen clit, making her center throb and more of her copious arousal to spill out from her hungry lips. Knowing she could writhe against Cara to release, and knowing she was too close to tempt it, Kahlan slipped a little lower, settling her center against the back of Cara’s thigh, and moved her right hand over Cara’s now slick buttocks, her fingers tentatively brushing down the valley between them. Moaning and shivering Cara spread her legs wider, opening herself to Kahlan.

Graciously Kahlan slipped her thumb between the muscles, before pushing it inside of Cara’s wet center. Feeling the moisture and how the muscles clenched around her, Kahlan pressed against Cara and they each let out moans in synchronicity. Kahlan pressed in deep, then pulled back slightly, then pressed in again, coating her thumb in the slick heat, before removing it completely.

“No. Please.” Cara whispered.

Kahlan turned her wrist, and pumped two fingers inside of Cara. Feeling Cara’s body tighten again, Kahlan moved her slick thumb to circle against the soft puckered rear opening as she moved her fingers inside of Cara.

A whimper escaped Kahlan’s throat; this was surreal, being engulfed by Cara’s body. It made her heart speed up, her center quiver, and her emotions threaten to spill over. The muscles held her fingers, pulled at them, wanting them there. Cara wanted Kahlan inside of her, and that was overwhelming. She bit her bottom lip sharply, the slight pain burning a path through her, proving again that this was not a dream.

Kahlan moved slowly, deeply, angling her two fingers forward, searching out with each slow thrust the spot that would send Cara spiraling closer to the edge. With steady thrusts, she reached deeper, withdrawing an inch, before sliding in again. Pressing her thumb harder, feeling the relaxed muscles allowing for the slightest invasion, Kahlan angled her thrusting hand a little higher. Cara cried out, and Kahlan felt the muscles grasping her with intense need. She continued with shallow thrusts, thumping against the spot that had Cara moving in time with her. Kahlan felt the tremors inside of Cara getting stronger each time she touched the swollen flesh. She licked her tongue along the length of Cara’s spine, before biting down between her shoulder blades. Cara’s head snapped back, the cry coming from her open lips as her body erupted with the deep shudders of release. Kahlan felt the wash of wetness on her fingers and her hand as it spilt from Cara. She slowed her thrusts, elongating Cara’s orgasm, but did not stop, to milk it, to keep the rolls of pleasure moving through the smaller woman’s center. Cara’s body relaxed and Kahlan removed her fingers, causing the muscles to twitch again.

Gently Kahlan rolled Cara over onto her back. Their eyes met, and Kahlan leaned forward to kiss Cara’s lips lightly. She kissed Cara’s eyes, nose, cheeks, and then lips again, murmuring between each press of her lips “Thank you.”

She felt Cara cup her face, and move their lips together. Cara kissed the breath out of Kahlan, thrusting her tongue hungrily into her mouth, possessing her. The kiss made Kahlan’s toes curl, and her need boil out of control. Wrenching her lips away she pushed her body down the bed, and her long tongue was out of her mouth, licking the length of Cara’s glistening sex before either of them had the time to take another breath of air. She raised her eyes, seeing Cara looking down at her, eyes and mouth wide.

“I need to taste you, dear Spirits I imagined tasting you,” Kahlan growled, before running her tongue along the length again, never losing eye contact with Cara. “You taste so much better than I ever expected.” Kahlan’s tongue followed the path again, this time she moaned, her lips vibrating against Cara’s neglected and swollen clit. Using her hands to spread Cara’s inner lips open, revealing the entire glistening and engorged length, Kahlan licked again, this time dipping her tongue inside Cara’s opening, teasingly, before moving to circle her clit. Kahlan was sure that she was going to die. Her heart was beating too fast, the breath coming and going from her nose too fast, as her tongue teased and tasted all that Cara was offering to her. The delicate taste of her, the intimacy of being in this position, the look of adoration in Cara’s eyes as she watched Kahlan’s mouth adore her; it was so overwhelming. Feeling a fresh wash of arousal on her lips and tongue Kahlan’s eyes rolled back in her head and she ferociously let her mouth have Cara’s throbbing sex. She plunged her tongue in deep, over and over and over, until she felt Cara’s fingers in her hair, pulling her face even closer. She sucked the swollen and smooth lips into her mouth, tugging them and licking them clean. Cara’s breaths had turned to loud pants, and they guided Kahlan; she knew it was time, and moved to attack Cara’s clit. She flicked it with her tongue lightly, and then harder, before circling it and sucking it into her mouth. Swallowing the erotic flavor of Cara’s sex, Kahlan sucked with her lips and flicked against the hard bundle of nerves with her tongue.

Cara’s body tightened, the legs surrounding Kahlan shook, and then the body against her mouth twitched violently, and Cara’s voice called out, “Kahlan!” as she came.

Kahlan moved her tongue to gently lap at all of the wetness that greeted her, again amazed that she had managed to please Cara. Kahlan gave up trying to control her emotions, they were too raw, the evening was just too much for her. She slid up Cara’s body, licking her belly, each of her breasts, sucking nipples into her mouth again, then rested her stomach against Cara’s now very sensitive center. Kahlan flexed her stomach once, and smiled as Cara groaned. She rested her hands on either side of Cara’s face, before she kissed her softly.

Kahlan set her forearms on the bed, so she could cup Cara’s head in her hands, feeling the soft, damp hair under her fingers. Kahlan gazed into Cara’s aquamarine eyes, seeing them looking up at her, searching her face. Kahlan knew her eyes were welling with tears, knew that if she spoke she would say words that she had no right to say, no right to expect Cara to want to hear. Her heart thundered in her chest, beating out this woman’s name. She blinked, feeling the tears roll down her cheeks, and moved to lightly adoringly kiss Cara’s swollen lips again.

“I know, I know, shh shh, I know.” Cara cooed softly, her hands moving across Kahlan’s back.

Did she really know, Kahlan wondered, and her walls seemed to break, and she began sobbing pitifully, as she desperately deepened their kiss. Kahlan could taste her own tears, and the sweetness of Cara’s skin and mouth. She couldn’t breathe, she had to say it, she felt like she would die if Cara didn’t know. Pulling her lips away, Kahlan blinked her eyes, and watched in horror and agony as one tear landed on Cara’s cheek.

“I–I need. You need. I”– Kahlan sobbed.

“I know.” Cara said firmly, her eyes not wavering, not leaving Kahlan’s. She did know. Kahlan could feel it, could see it. It burned in her blood in a way that she had always dreamed it would. In the way it never had with Richard, but it always did with Cara. She did know.

Cara rolled her hips, pressing her center against Kahlan’s stomach, and it snapped her out of her daze. Her head rolled back and she groaned. Hungrily she dipped down and kissed Cara again, while thrusting against Cara, feeling the renewed arousal painting her flesh. Kahlan kissed down Cara’s cheek, gathering up the tears that she had embarrassingly shed.

“Cara, sweet Cara.” Kahlan whispered as her lips took on a mind of their own, mapping out the face below her.

“I need to feel you.” Cara hissed, rocking against Kahlan. “Kahlan. I need to touch you.”

Kahlan groaned before answering, “Anything.”

All the muscles in her body twitched as she felt Cara slip her hand between them. Cara ran her fingers along the length of Kahlan’s center.

“Oh Spirits.” Cara moaned, moving her fingers through Kahlan’s wetness again.

Kahlan knew she was wetter than she had ever been, she could feel it down the length of her thighs. Cara brought her hand back up to her own lips, and painted them with Kahlan’s arousal, before licking the remainder from her fingers.

“So good.” Cara grinned devilishly up at Kahlan, who returned the grin before leaning closer and licking her own wetness from Cara’s lips. They both moaned, and as Cara forced Kahlan onto her back, her small hands pinning Kahlan’s shoulders down, Kahlan knew it was going to be a long and wonderful night.

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