LOTS - CARA/KAHLAN

Impractical

seven_3_oh (Amanda)

Title: impractical

Author: seven_3_oh (amanda)

Pairing: Cara/Kahlan

Rating: NC–17

Summary: Set in Season Two of the television series, ‘Legend of the Seeker’

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.

Impractical

seven_3_oh (Amanda)

Cara, in frustration slammed her fist holding the bar of soap into the stream. This was a ridiculous task, and why she was even attempting it was beyond her. Trying to be nice was taxing, and she doubted anything would come of it.

“Problem?”

“Yes!” Cara snapped at Kahlan who had walked up behind her.

“Is… is that my dress?”

“Yes, this is your precious white dress. It is utterly impractical for you to wear this in battle.” Cara lifted it from the rocks and water where she had been attempting to get the small trace of blood off the sleeve. “This! This is why you should not wear it. You should only wear your red leather in battle. Every infant knows that.”

“You’re washing my dress.”

“So?”

“Why?”

“Perhaps I thought it would do some good.”

With the silence Cara turned to narrow her eyes at Kahlan who stood there smiling.

“For a Mother Confessor you are completely ignorant to killing.”

“I’ve killed before.”

“It isn’t the same; you kill with your power.”

“I’ve killed with a blade. With a sword. I’ve shoved men off cliffs without a second thought about them falling.”

Cara gruffed.

“I have even had the instructive experience of watching a man’s head split in two under the hoof of a war horse.”

Cara raised her eyebrow, intrigued.

“I know about killing, Cara.”

“Perhaps. But, white?”

“You understand the power of white. I know all about the Mord–Sith’s white leather, and what it means.”

Cara chewed on that. “Your point seems valid.” She dunked the dress back into the water and slathered the blood stain with the soap again.

“Cara you do realize that not just anyone can wash the Mother Confessor’s white dress.”

“Those rules do not seem to apply out here. If I remember my Confessor training, Mother Confessors are not to love their mate, nor are they to engage in hand to hand combat, nor are they to be expected to catch, clean and cook their own food.” Looking over her shoulder she raised her eyebrow in accusation. “If you are going to pick and chose the rules you want to live by? It would be helpful if the rest of us were made aware of them.” Cara jabbed.

“Confessor Training?”

Cara was exceptionally annoyed now. With one last dunk she inspected the dress, and saw the spot was finally gone. She grinned and stood up, shoving the dripping garment at Kahlan.

“Of course. We were trained on every aspect of the Confessors, to better kill them.”

Kahlan took the dress, and wrung it out, not meeting Cara’s eyes. This was fortunate as Cara blanched at her own callousness. She knew that because she had murdered many Confessors in her past, including Kahlan’s sister, it was a touchy subject.

Kahlan gently ran her hand over the wet dress, still avoiding Cara’s eyes, so the Mord–Sith sighed and reached down to retrieve her leather gloves.

“Perhaps that was callous. I…”

“We study the Mord–Sith as well. For the same reasons.” Kahlan said, before taking a deep breath and standing straighter. Her face was the solid, emotionless mask of all Confessors. “You and I are very much the same, Cara.”

“I do not think so.” Cara pulled on her left glove, and before she could react Kahlan grabbed her right hand. For an instant an uncommon and strange sensation surged in Cara. It took a flash for her to realize that it was fear.

Kahlan held her bare hand firmly. “I think so.”

Cara swallowed the nagging reaction and pursed her lips while narrowing her eyes to glare at Kahlan. “It took you long enough.”

Kahlan blinked. “What?”

“To have your revenge? I will fight you, because it is in my nature. But know that I do understand why you are doing it.” Cara lifted her head higher, waiting. The Confessor may kill her this day, but she would not go gently. That was not the Mord–Sith way. She tightened her own fingers around Kahlan’s and squeezed before jerking the Confessor against her. Leather creaked as their bodies collided together.

Kahlan’s free hand sprung forward and snaked itself around Cara’s throat.

She couldn’t help but grin at the familiar needles of pain that ran up and down her arm, assaulted her from the inside out. The pain of the Agiel in her hand was miraculously reassuring. She tightened her fingers around the hilt, as she held it just a fraction of a moment away from the side of Kahlan’s head, from her ear.

Cara watched as Kahlan’s loaded blue eyes darted to the side, seeing that while Kahlan thought she had the upper hand, all Cara needed to do was get a breath closer and it would be over. And Cara was prepared to do it, if she was forced to.

Narrowing her eyes, Kahlan defiantly stared at Cara, as she tightened her jaw and then tightened her fingers around Cara’s throat.

Sometimes a million words can be said in one glance.

Cara’s naked fingers entwined with Kahlan’s tightened, and they both stared at the other, in what would appear from the outside as a stalemate, but from inside Cara knew the battle was nearly over. Her finger’s squeezed and with a gasp the hand around her throat slipped away, and using her leverage Cara forced Kahlan to drop to her knees.

Cara was disappointed in the Mother Confessor. She could have won so easily. But she hesitated. And hesitation equals death.

Wide eyes stared up at her, as Kahlan seemed to understand where she had made the grievous error, and that now she was, quite literally, kneeling in supplication.

The Mother Confessor’s eyes seemed to be searching inside of Cara, she could feel the sharp gaze needling around inside of her brain, looking for something. It made her want to itch. This was not the first time she had been subjected to Kahlan’s eyes. Perhaps it would be the last.

Or not.

The Agiel dropped from Cara’s hand, and dangled from her wrist by its gold chain, no longer a threat.

She missed its comforting ache.

Cara dropped to her knees with Kahlan, and felt through their still joined hands the tingling of something. Not pain. Something from the other side of the equation. Smiling sadly she was comforted knowing that this would be the way she would end. It would be a noble death.

And yet.

Cara allowed her now free hand to twist through Kahlan’s long hair, and as she held it in her leathered fist she pulled the Mother Confessor closer to her. Their lips impacted with teeth shattering force, the familiar tang of blood erupting in Cara’s mouth caused her to smile devilishly.

The warrior inside of her would take a prize with her in death. The reward of knowing what the Mother Confessor’s blood tasted like.

What she had not expected was to feel Kahlan’s hand wrenched from hers, nor to feel those hands, now both of them moving around her throat.

Or, rather to cup her face.

Nor did Cara expect to experience the explosion of Kahlan kissing her back, or the tongue that slid between her lips.

She yanked back. “What are you doing?”

“What am I doing?” Kahlan asked, blinking her eyes, before using the back of her hand to wipe the blood from her split lip.

“Yes! You!” Cara growled, before dropping her Agiel to the ground haphazardly and grabbing Kahlan’s face, and pulling her exquisite lips back to her.

Ferociously they assaulted each other’s mouths, battling for dominance. It was a battle Cara knew she would win, but she was suddenly unsure if she wanted to. Just as she was unsure what had come over her. This was as out of character as her attempting to clean Kahlan’s dress. Her actions as of late were perplexing to her, twisting her up in much the same way that Kahlan’s hair was twisted in her fist. The feelings, apparently emotions, were unsettling and excruciating, similar to Kahlan’s teeth biting at her bottom lip. They also awoke part of her and made her curious for more.

Just as Cara loosened her hold on Kahlan, she felt the Confessor’s tongue begin a more delicate dance inside of her mouth, seeking and exploring instead of battling. A moan was heard between them, and Cara was mortified to admit it came from her. Hands moved down Cara’s back, sliding over warm red leather, and to her it felt like Kahlan was touching her actual skin. It almost made Cara shudder with want.

Almost.

She kissed the Confessor’s lips roughly before shoving her down to the ground. Looking down, seeing the darkening blue eyes searching her, Cara knew that it was the Confessor looking up at her, searching for truth.

If she looked closely Kahlan would find it.

The Mord–Sith forced herself to move before that could happen.

As she fell upon Kahlan, her mouth kissing deeply, her hands moved between them, pulling at laces to get that structurally sound bodice to give way. Fingers against Cara’s scalp urged her along, and with a satisfying sigh from Kahlan the bodice parted. Hungrily Cara moved her kisses across the small scar on Kahlan’s lip, over her cheek, mapping her jaw, before her tongue snaked out and licked down the elegant neck.

Kahlan tasted like sea spray on a hot summer day.

The peaks of Kahlan’s cleavage were warm under Cara’s mouth, and perfectly unscarred. Cara let her gloved hand move down the length of Kahlan’s body, to grip her naked upper thigh.

“Cara,” Kahlan’s hands were pushing at her shoulders, but Cara was ignoring them, her tongue trailing down Kahlan’s stomach. “Cara we can’t.” Using strength that Cara forgot she possessed, Kahlan lifted Cara off her body.

“We can.” Cara stressed.

“I’ll confess you.”

Rolling her eyes Cara leaned back and looked at Kahlan. “You’ve been with women before.” It wasn’t really a question. Confessors and Mord–Sith did in fact have much in common.

“Of course.”

“And did you confess all of them?”

Kahlan bit her bottom lip. “Just the one.”

Cara smirked. “We both know that if you confess me there is a very real chance you could, along with killing me, die yourself. Which would not be pleasant. For either of us. So we will be careful.” Cara grumbled, as she moved her gloved fingers up Kahlan’s naked thigh.

“What about.”

“Do not mention him.”

Kahlan looked admonished. She nodded, and then closed her eyes slowly. Cara waited impatiently for Kahlan to compartmentalize whatever she needed to as not think about Richard. Cara was somewhat annoyed, she had already banished thoughts of Lord Rahl from her mind; once she was able to see that while hurting him this would not in fact literally kill him, so she was still within the confines of the bond, and therefore her duty.

As Kahlan raised her eyelids, the sultry look returned and Cara lifted her own eyebrow in inquiry.

“Are you attempting to make excuses to not do this? Do you not know how?” Cara leered, knowing the answer.

“Of course I know how.” Kahlan raised her leg slightly, bringing her thigh against Cara’s center.

“Just checking.”

“You’d be surprised what I know, Cara.” Kahlan rasped. “I know that if I,” Kahlan reached down and lifted the Agiel from the ground, “touch this, without you holding it, it’s harmless.” Kahlan clenched the shaft in her fist, before bringing it to her mouth and licking it suggestively. Cara swallowed. “Too bad that if it touches you.”

“We will both get more than a little shock.” Cara moaned recalling just what sort of sensations the Agiel would inflict if used in the way Kahlan was alluding to. Sometimes she did miss being at the People’s Palace with the other Mord–Sith.

“Too bad.” Kahlan sighed, before setting it back on the ground.

“No really. A shaft is overrated. Especially when I can,” Cara slid her gloved hand back between Kahlan’s legs, “do this.” She stroked the Confessor’s clit roughly with her thumb. Kahlan arched her back.

“Can we carry on, or are you compelled to continue talking?” Cara asked her voice low as she circled Kahlan’s clit again.

Her response came in the form of two hands gripping both of her breasts, crushing them through leather.

Grinning Cara urged her body harder against Kahlan’s thigh, rolling her hips, and mimicking the motion with her fingers against Kahlan’s clit.

It did not pass the Mord–Sith’s notice that Kahlan had come to her without underclothes on. This fulled the passion growing from Cara’s center, and banished the remaining anxiousness.

Cara set a fleeting kiss on Kahlan’s lips and looked down at her face, shadowed by her own golden veil of hair. She watched as Kahlan’s lips parted, as her tongue slowly traced her bottom lip, and then razor sharp blue eyes opened.

Cara stared deep into them, as she slipped one gloved finger inside of Kahlan. The Confessor’s eyes widened and her hips bucked, asking for more. Thrusting slowly, once, twice, the third time Cara added a second finger and smiled as Kahlan’s body reached for hers.

Her own desire was growing, becoming agitated as her leather rubbed hungrily against her, and Cara swallowed any sounds she wanted to make as Kahlan provided her even more delicious leverage to writhe to.

Her hand began to thrust faster, as she curled her fingers slightly feeling the inside of Kahlan swell and her walls clench with the approaching release. If Cara allowed herself to feel these emotions, then she would recognize the disappointment at knowing Kahlan was already tittering on the edge. She had hoped this would have lasted longer.

She contemplated drawing it out, keeping the Confessor pinned to the edge. But they could be interrupted at any moment, and that would not bode well.

Kahlan’s face flushed beautifully, and before she could stop herself, Cara was leaning forward kissing Kahlan. But this kiss was soft, gentle, and full of a longing.

She was feeling.

She wanted to feel?

Physically shaking her head, she wrenched her lips away, her eyes opening and flashing danger. Until she saw the look in Kahlan’s eyes. A look of understanding. Kahlan’s hand came up to cup Cara’s cheek, and her thumb ran over her swollen bottom lip.

She sucked the thumb into her mouth, pulling it, stroking it. Cara wished there was more time. As she strengthened her thrusts inside of Kahlan she wanted to feel the Confessor inside of her. She focused her motion and watched in awe as Kahlan’s eyes widened, as the inky black began to form at the edges. For a fraction of a second the Mord–Sith thought about finishing this. But only for that fraction.

She released Kahlan’s finger from her mouth, and regrettably pulled her fingers from inside her dripping wet center.

Kahlan panted, and Cara sat back on her heels.

Tempting fate, Cara used her bare hand, and grabbed Kahlan’s wrist. She placed the Confessor’s hand on her own center, smiling as she watched Kahlan touch herself, her hand moving desperately.

Kahlan let out a low moan as she completed the journey, and came crashing back down to earth with a soundless compression of thunder. Weak leaves from the trees around them rained down.

Nowhere near sated, Cara reached for Kahlan’s hand, brought it to her lips and licked at the wet fingers hungrily.

“Cara.” Kahlan said softly, in warning. Blinking Cara saw that Kahlan’s eyes were growing dark again. It made Cara’s heart jump. She released the Confessor’s hand.

Cara’s eyes voiced the apology that her mouth was incapable of delivering.

The sound of the woods came back into focus around her, as did the sound of her own labored breathing. Cara wanted completion. But it had been enough. For now.

Surprisingly Kahlan was silent, and for some reason that made Cara uneasy. To distract herself, and to close away whatever pesky emotions may have snuck free in the course of the moment, she looked at the ground, searching for her other glove. What she saw instead, as Kahlan stood, snapped her completely back to reality.

“Damnit.” Cara growled.

“What?” Kahlan jumped as she finished tightening the laces across her bodice.

“That!” She pointed her leather clad finger at the ground, at the now muddy Confessor’s dress that they had been laying on.

Kahlan chuckled.

Cara’s shoulders sagged. “It will take hours to clean it again.” She crossed her arms. “I told you! That dress is impractical!”

“That’s okay, Cara. Perhaps this time, I’ll help.” Kahlan smirked as she bent to lift the dress, giving Cara a direct view of her cleavage. Perhaps it wouldn’t be that bad, if she helped, Cara mumbled to herself.

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