LOTS - CARA/KAHLAN

Took My Breath Away

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Title: Took My Breath Away

Rating: R

Character(s): Kahlan/Cara

Spoilers: Nope

Discalimer – I don’t own but if I did I wouldn’t have cancelled it, not even thought about cancelling it because I watch it, and saw its awesomeness.

Summary: Following on from

http://shemp–o2stk.livejournal.com/78607.html - By the Light of Day and

http://shemp–o2stk.livejournal.com/77583.html - I Beg The Night Just To See Her

Took My Breath Away

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Cara walked ahead of her Confessor for the most part of the day, nothing passing between them but the occasional glances. Kahlan aprechiated the time to mull over recent events. Smiling when she thought of the simple things between Cara and herself, just the way they had become around each other. The tenderness she had found in Cara, at the end of Cara’s looks, at the end of Cara’s touch. Small courtesy’s Cara showed her. She thought about watching Cara when Cara didn’t know or care she was being watched. Watching Cara get read in the morning, fixing her leather, her weapons, her belt just right. She gave a small chuckle at how they had bathed together when they were all travelling together, and Richard had caught them together, but him being so pure in thought, totally bought the lines they fed him.

Kahlan’s smile broaded thinking about Richard, seeing his overly cheerful happy face, cute smile in her minds eye, and as if Cara had been reading her mind, she glanced over her shoulder, quizically looking back at Kahlan.

Kahlan melted a little, shrank a little under the gaze of Cara. She saw a flash in her mind of what Cara was like when they first encountered her, and how Kahlan now enjoyed the touch of a Mord’Sith, the caress of her sisters killer. It knotted her up inside, her stomach tightened, as she breathed hard, willing the swell of magic she suddenly felt.

She tried to distract herself with thoughts of Richard again, telling herself that they would soon find a way to free Zedd, and he would help them rescue Richard from his brother. Everything with him felt like fate, almost the golden couple, and then Cara had came into her life, throwing her off kilter. At first she tried to convince herself, and the others that she was travelling with Cara because of Richard. Maybe at first she did, she trusted his instincts but didn’t trust the Mord’Sith suddenly in their group, but she was drawn to her instantly. That being said there was a time she would have liked to kill her… but there’s a fine line between hatred and love. Oh my, her eyes widened, had she just associated the word ’love’ with Cara? She had, she stopped in her tracks, and watched the Mord’Sith climb up the cliff in front of them, until she was atop it standing amongst the trees.

A shiver went through her as she thought how she almost took a hold of Cara this morning, and obliged in confessing her, to allow the magic to overtake her but she had stopped. She had fought herself off Cara, leaving them both unsatisfied.

Cara turned, looking down and Kahlan, she cocked her head to the side, wondering why Kahlan was so far behind her, and wasn’t moving at all. She stood, hand on her hip, eyebrow raised waiting for Kahlan to catch up a bit. Cara relished the sight of Kahlan’s cleavage as she climbed towards her.

Cara wasn’t new to emotions, just new to expressing them. New to letting them stay within her, and not locked away. Her eyes travelled up to Kahlan’s face, there a small side smile lay. Cara let herself give a small laugh, being caught out clearly staring at Kahlan’s chest. She stretched out her arm, to help Kahlan up to the top. Kahlan took a hold, and stepped up, but Cara didn’t step back. Instead embracing Kahlan, with tenderness, inching her head nudging her into a slow light kiss. Her lips brushing lightly on Kahlan’s, increasing pressure but hardly moving. Kahlan’s own responded in accordance, barely breathing. Cara holding her tight, inches away from a drop in the cliff they’d just climbed.

Their kiss parted, mouth still close enough to be breathing one anothers air, Kahlan thought she saw in Cara’s eyes what the kiss meant. Cara wasn’t just there for her pleasure, not just there to protect Kahlan because Richard wished it so, she wasn’t just a fighter, was she trying to show Kahlan that she was something more than a Mord’Sith, more than what she was when they met? It made Kahlan feel a pang of guilt for using Cara the night before the way she did. Despite herself the memory, so fresh in her mind, turned her on all over again.

Kahlan wanted to know so much more about Cara in that instance, she had already felt like she had connected with her when she had found out all about how Cara had been taken by the Mord’Sith, understood some of her, but in that soulful look she had received there was so much good in her than she had ever seen before. She kissed Cara, cradling her face with one hand, the other on Cara’s hip, holding onto her tightly.

Cara stopped the kiss, placing her hands over Kahlan’s, and took one of them, “There’s a town just over that way, we can get there before nightfall.” leading her by the hand down towards the town.

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The two women entered the tavern, Kahlan secretly delighted each time with the reaction Cara got, people were never too happy to see a Mord’Sith. Kahlan enjoyed the power emitted from Cara, and fear she instilled in those around her. It was similar to how Richard was greeted, similar in power, not in emotion. He walked into a room, and filled it with hope to those around him.

They ate and drank at a tavern, the first food they had all day. Small warm smiles passing between them, Kahlan trying to take in each one given by Cara, locking them away in her memory.

Cara demanded a room for the night, and they were given the best, although the tavern only had 3.

“You don’t have to stand guard tonight.” Kahlan smiled, and started to undress as Cara lay on the bed, arms laced behind her head, feet crossed.

“I am going to take a bath.” Cara nodded to Kahlan, as she started to take off her leathers from where she sat, slowly moving across the room into the wash room, where a young girl who worked there had made up a bath.

Kahlan followed her with a hungry gaze, herself dressed now only in her corset undergarment. She could see a slither of Cara from over her shoulder, and that there was no door between the two of them. When she heard the small splash of water, she slinked over and through the archway. Cara faced the drawn window but heard Kahlan’s soft feet enter the room, as Kahlan knelt down behind Cara.

Kahlan found some bottles of lotion on the floor by the bath and poured some into her palm. Rubbing a lather together she placed her hands on Cara’s shoulders, massaging the lotion into her Mord’Sith’s skin. Cara relaxed into Kahlan’s caress, a smile dancing on her face, her eyes closed as she put her head further back, directing Kahlan’’s hands to massage down her to her chest. Her stomach gave a twitch at the first touch of Kahlan’s hands over her breasts. Her head lolled one side to the other slowly as she let out a small sound of pleasure.

Kahlan leant over, her hair falling onto Cara’s wet face, sticking to it in thick strands, as she kissed long and deep. The slight awkwardness of kissing her upside down, their mouths clashing in different ways than before excited her and pushed her tongue further and faster into Cara’s mouth.

Kahlan’s head swam with the scents of the lotion she’d applied, and the smell of Cara’s leather on the floor beside her, the taste of her tongue, the feel of her hair embracing Cara. Cara rubbed her legs together, the warm water making her feel even better. Twice in a row Kahlan had started up this passion in her, brought her so close to release and shied away from it. Shied away from her own release at Cara’s hands.

Kahlan’s mind suddenly leapt to thoughts of Richard, how would he appreciate her enjoying herself so much, the most she can recall for the longest time, when he has been serving his brother and Zedd remains trapped in a fold in time that only he, it seems, can get himself out of. She opened her eyes, and the sight of Cara’s naked form spread out ahead of her pushed all other thoughts away.

Kahlan kissed around Cara’s face, planting soft kisses on her eyelids.

“Richard told me that once,” Kahlan gazed into an unknown distance. “that if I confessed him it wouldn’t make any difference.”

“Difference?”

“Because he couldn’t possibly love me any more than he already does. Is that what you meant this morning?”

At her question, Cara climbed out the bath, standing dripping wet, naked before her. She gave a slight shake of her head. Cara had lived as a Mord’Sith, truly devoted to Lord Rahl for so long, not having to really make life decisions, personal decisions for herself and then she met the Seeker and Mother Confessor. In their company she had been accepted and gained freedom, free to live her life however she wished, and she threw herself back into the life of a follower. On the surface, following Richard, protecting him, but in her heart she was chained to the Mother Confessor. In Kahlan she had found such a charasmatic, powerful woman, all she had been told of the Confessors was lies. She had been trained to hate them and all about them she used to hate she now adored in Kahlan.

“I know I can’t read you, but woman to woman I know you have feelings… for me?” Kahlan decided to pose it as a question, hoping for a response.

Cara held her gaze, Kahlan the one to let it falter as she couldn’t help but glance down over Cara whole body. Cara took that as them being done there and turned, walking out the room and went and got into the bed.

Kahlan took off the last of her clothing, dropping it next to Cara’s leathers, and came back into the room where Cara lay. Kahlan blew out the candle at the bedside, and climbed in next to Cara, her legs brushing the other womans.

Cara sighed and rolled over to face Kahlan, who was already on her side facing Cara. She rolled her eyes a little. “Okay…” Cara gave her lips a lick. “The problem was not that you wouldn’t confess me, it was how fast you ran away from it… from me.”

“Because I could never do that to you.”

“Why?” Cara snapped back quickly. Kahlan could start to make out Cara’s face as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Cara had on her emotions face, the one where she couldn’t deal with what was going on inside her so she tried to scowl instead, it all made for the most adorable kissable look, and that’s what Kahlan did. Lent in and kissed those delichiously full lips. Cara sighed into the kiss, but then pulled her head back and sat up in the bed. “Why could you not let yourself confess me?” Kahlan sat up too, bringing her hand up to Cara’s face, stroking her cheek with the backs of her fingers. Cara caught the hand in her own fingers, stopping Kahlan. “It’s not how I feel about you, Confessor.”

“So you do have fee–”

“Its about you, how do you feel? How could you ever really feel about the woman who killed your sister?”

Kahlan’s lip quivered, her eyes suddenly welled with tears. Cara had known what she’d been thinking about ever since they had grown close.

“You’re not the same person any more.” Kahlan didn’t sound as convincing as she wanted to.

“I am, I always will be, I can’t be anyone else.” Cara insisted, then kissed Kahlan hard, tasting something almost metalic on the tip of Kahlan’s tongue, before lookng through the darkness into Kahlan. “How do you feel about me?”

“You’ve changed so much in the short time I’ve known you, you’re not the woman that–” Kahlan avoided, feeling herself grown ever more frustrated.

“If confessed I would not be myself any more, someone you could learn to love, enslaved to you, something you deserve for what I took from you. I know loss, and this is the only way I can think of repaying you. Confess me.”

“Is that what all, has–has this, us, everything I’ve been, all we’ve done,” Kahlan stumbled over her words. Her eyes growing dark, feeling magic inside of her grow and rise. “All to ease your conscience, making me fall in love with you so I would, I wouldn’t be able to help myself and confess you?” The magic overtook her, Cara saw the light go out in Kahlan’s eyes, as she swelled with power, taking a hold of Cara’s neck.

“Fall in love?” The last words Cara could choke out in the midst of Kahlan’s grip.

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