LOTS - CARA/KAHLAN

In Search of a Remedy

shimmeryshine

Title: In search of a remedy

Author: shimmeryshine

Pairing: Cara/Kahlan (with a tiny mention of Cara/Kahlan/Richard)

Rating: R

Summary: They lock eyes hotly, Cara’s lips are turned up into a smirk, and a blush is lighting the confessor’s cheeks. Suddenly the phrase kiss it all better is the least innocent thing Kahlan has ever heard.

Disclaimer: Woe, they are not mine.

a/n: this is really random! I just feel like writing them all the time right now, so. Possibly expect more totally inconsequential/sexy adventures in the lives of the cutest girlfriends in the Midlands.

In Search of a Remedy

shimmeryshine

It causes a minor panic attack within the camp when Kahlan comes back from their latest run in with a hoard of defected D’Haran soldiers clutching her stomach in clenched agony. She can’t catch her breath, and Richard and Cara are at her sides in an instant. It isn’t immediately clear to anyone what actually happened, but Kahlan suspects that the blunt end of someone’s sword swiftly found the softest part of her belly. She’s really not used to being on the wrong end of someone’s sword.

Richard is asking her a hundred and one questions about how she’s feeling, and Cara takes this opportunity to just find out for herself by poking Kahlan swiftly in her ribs and down toward the middle of her stomach.

Kahlan flinches back the second that Cara’s questing fingers hit the area around her belly button, letting out a high pitched yelp. “Spirits Cara! What are you doing?”

“Your ribs aren’t broken, but your stomach is probably bruised, here,” she presses again at the center of her stomach. Kahlan grunts and slaps Cara’s hand away.

“Thank you,” Kahlan grits. “I could have told you that without all the poking.”

Richard gives Cara a reproachful look, like one you would give a child who won’t stop poking their sibling. She rolls her eyes and steps away from Kahlan, hands thrown in the air in mock surrender. “I was just trying to be helpful.” She’s almost pouting and Kahlan’s face softens. She reaches out to grab Cara’s loose fingers with the hand not clutching at her middle.

“I’m sorry Cara, thank you for helping.” Cara just nods, aware that the Mother Confessor is placating her, but she no longer finds that she minds very much.

Richard is quickly looking around their camp for anything that might be of use to help them sort Kahlan out, cursing Zedd under his breath for going off on his own when they could have used his expertise. He picks up and puts down several items from his pack, and then Kahlan’s pack before Cara interrupts his slightly humorous pillage with her trademark deadpan tone of voice, waving a small pouch out in front of herself.

“Richard. Richard!” He stops with one hand on Kahlan’s green blanket and the other trying to push the hair out of his own eyes. “Unlike woods guides, or Seekers apparently, Mord–Sith always come prepared.” She wiggles her pouch again, which Richard recalls is filled with medical supplies.

He stands up, the expression on his face relieved. “Thanks Cara,” he says, giving her arm a squeeze. His eyes dip down the front of Kahlan’s body, hovering over her injured stomach, working out how impossible it’s going to be to get at her wound without almost completely undressing her top half. He feels himself blushing slightly as he combs his fingers through his hair.

Cara lets him squirm for a moment and then rolls her eyes. “Why don’t you stay here and get the fire and dinner going, and I’ll go tend to the Mother Confessor’s injury.”

Richard nods quickly, grateful for her take charge attitude for once. “Just, don’t be too rough with her,” he requests as he drops a kiss on Kahlan’s clenched jaw. She’s hardly moved at all since they came tumbling back into camp.

Cara smirks at his directions. “Only if she asks nicely.” Richard shakes his head ruefully, thinking that Cara could sexually proposition any person in any situation. Especially if that person was one Kahlan Amnell.

Cara is practically grinning as she grabs a hold of Kahlan’s arm and starts leading her through the tree line. They find a grassy area with a few boulders the perfect size for sitting not too far from camp. Cara steers Kahlan to one of the shorter ones, sitting her down and letting her back recline against a taller one directly beside it. Kahlan lets out a shaky breath as she tries to relax her stomach muscles enough to lie back.

Cara quickly unpacks a few things from her pouch – a medium sized cloth bandage, some medicinal leaves that help dull pain, and a wickedly sharp miniscule knife (just in case). Kahlan is watching her work in silence until Cara’s low voice breaks through the sound of the birds chirping in the growing dusk. “We’re going to need to get your jacket off. And your corset.”

Cara is trying not to grin at the prospect of having a legitimate reason to command the confessor to undress for her, but is failing miserably as Kahlan shakes her head and starts unlacing her jacket. “You have no shame,” she says, rolling her azure eyes in a gesture the Mord–Sith would be proud of.

Cara only shrugs and lets her hands press inside of the shoulders of Kahlan’s jacket, pushing it back and off of her body. Kahlan helps with the sleeves, and it slides free without any major issues. She lets it drop to her lap, not wanting it far away when she is forced to lose her corset as well. Cara motions with her eyes for Kahlan to scoot forward on the rock to make the laces running the line of her spine accessible to her nimble fingers. Kahlan grimaces and clutches at her stomach again as she moves forward, so Cara grabs two of the leaves from her work station, passing them in front of Kahlan’s face. “Here, chew on these. They’ll make it hurt less.” Kahlan just nods and shoves them in her mouth quickly.

The rhythmic clenching of Kahlan’s jaw is all Cara can see as she removes her own gloves and deftly unlaces the corset in front of her. She doesn’t even have to look down, and it’s loosened enough to be removed in only a few seconds. “Over your head?” Cara asks her.

Kahlan releases the grip she has on the front and allows Cara to lift it up and off. Her ebony hair tumbles down her bare back as the corset is pulled completely free of her body, and Cara takes a moment to stare at the stark contrast between hair and skin. Her bare hand reaches out to gently travel down the brunette’s spine, and Kahlan shivers in the humid evening air at the touch.

It’s not altogether unusual to find the two women touching in such a way. They’ve been traveling together for months on end, and Kahlan is a very tactile person – even with her unique difficulties in that area. Kahlan likes to touch, and to be touched in return, and Cara has found that she does not mind this facet of the confessor’s personality as much as she might have once thought she would. In any case, she has found that almost any tactile relations that Kahlan has with Richard are also extended in her own direction. The three of them are often pressed together somewhat haphazardly at night, stretched over their three bedrolls lying side by side by side, Kahlan always taking up residence right in the middle of their unique little family unit. It’s comfortable. Nice. It reminds Cara of a time when she used to have sisters.

This kind of touching is, however, just a little bit different. This is naked touching, and naked touching is not usually something Kahlan allows. Not on purpose at least.

To try and keep some of her tenuous modesty in check, Kahlan uses her jacket to cover her chest, and lays back to once again rest against the boulder beside her. In this position, Cara has both a perfect view of, and access to her injured stomach. It is immediately obvious where the handle of the D’Haran soldier’s sword came in contact with the confessor’s skin because there is a dark red rectangular shape imprinted just above her belly button. Cara gently runs her fingers around the area, probing for any sign of stiffness under the wound that might indicate internal bleeding. Kahlan bites down on her lip as Cara explores, but does her best not to make a sound. As Cara finally brings her fingers to the place directly in the center of the mottled skin, Kahlan can’t help but reach her hand out to grasp at Cara’s arm, stilling her movement for a moment.

“Relax,” Cara sooths. “I’ll be done in only another moment.”

Kahlan nods but keeps her grip on Cara’s bicep. When she finally finishes, satisfied that Kahlan will be all right, Cara leans forward as if to double check up close that there is no broken skin. Kahlan watches her blonde head dip down, and instead feels the feather light touch of the Mord–Sith’s lips brush the soft skin of her lower stomach. The implication of the gesture alone is enough to make Kahlan gasp, and her hand finds it’s way from Cara’s arm to the back of her neck, holding her in place. She feels Cara smile against her skin and place a series of three slow kisses along the ridge of her injury before she slides back up into a sitting position.

They lock eyes hotly, Cara’s lips are turned up into a smirk, and a blush is lighting the confessor’s cheeks. Suddenly the phrase kiss it all better is the least innocent thing Kahlan has ever heard.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” Cara’s voice is dangerously low.

Kahlan swallows audibly as Cara’s fingers begin trailing their way lightly up her side, feeling for anything out of the ordinary. “I –“ she begins, “I don’t think he got me anywhere else.”

“Are you sure?” Cara asks, her green eyes darker than Kahlan has ever seen them. Her fingers skim dangerously underneath the jacket Kahlan is now clutching against her bare chest. “You’re not hurt here? I could check for you.”

Kahlan almost vaults off the rock as she allows Cara to slide a full hand underneath her jacket, gently cupping the ample flesh that hides underneath. She’s being gentler than Kahlan had imagined her being (and oh spirits has Kahlan thought about this). The hand currently fitting itself around her breast is so distracting that Kahlan realizes much too late that Cara’s other hand has found it’s way to the sleeve of her jacket, and it’s tugged away before Kahlan can even think about grabbing it back. Kahlan’s eyes had slipped closed sometime after Cara’s hand had gone rogue, but she cracks them open to give her a reproachful glare as she feels the evening air brush against her completely bare torso.

“Cara, this is a really bad idea,” she starts. Cara only shrugs, withdrawing her hand so that she can circle Kahlan’s tightening nipple with her fingertip. Kahlan bites back a groan as Cara pinches and then sooths, moving her other hand up to mimic her movements on Kahlan’s other breast.

“I don’t know,” Cara drawls, “seems like it’s making you feel better to me.” And then Cara snakes out her tongue and licks, drawing a thick stripe of saliva up the valley between Kahlan’s breasts. Something within Kahlan snaps at this, and she impulsively grabs Cara roughly by the back of her hair and yanks her so that her lips are only a breath away.

Kahlan dives in first, provoked enough to take control, and it’s Cara’s turn to groan as their lips connect in a searing kiss. Teeth and lips and tongues duel for dominance as the two frantically kiss pressed against the unforgiving surface of the rocks. Forgetting Kahlan’s injury while caught up in the haze of lust, Cara leans into her body just a little too hard and Kahlan pulls back on her hair again, their mouths separating with a wet pop. The brunette gasps in pain, brows furrowing as she pants. Cara immediately eases up, but doesn’t move back any farther than she must to relieve Kahlan’s sudden wave of pain. As one who is intimately familiar with the mix of pain and pleasure, Cara cannot help but shudder a little bit at the recognizable mix of emotions that flit across Kahlan’s face. “Sorry,” she whispers, her emerald eyes locked on stormy blue.

Cara’s eyes are bouncing between Kahlan’s eyes and Kahlan’s mouth, and it takes all of Kahlan’s massive self–control to give her a push instead of a pull. “We should head back,” she breathes out.

Cara rolls her eyes skyward and then nods, leaning out of Kahlan’s personal space. The both of them are flushed and breathing hard, and getting Kahlan’s clothes back on is decidedly more difficult than it was to get them off. Once she’s all laced up, Cara grabs her wrist to pull her up, and pulls a little harder than is necessary. Kahlan ends up flush against the impossibly warm Mord–Sith, grimacing slightly at the twinge in her still sore stomach. The look on Cara’s face is hard to decipher, even for Kahlan, and she finds herself holding her breath as Cara snakes a now gloved hand into the hair behind her ear. She stands there, still, for a moment and then leans forward to gently brush Kahlan’s lips with her own.

This kiss is a promise.

Kahlan doesn’t need to ask what Cara means by this, so instead she presses her hand down the buttery length of leather along Cara’s side and winds her fingers into the gloved ones she finds resting there. They both turn then, to make their way back to camp, and Kahlan stumbles over her own feet, still a little bit on the shaky side. Cara winds her arm around Kahlan’s waist for support, her hand coming to rest just below the cup of her corset. Kahlan feels heat flare up at the so recent memory of hands on bare skin and she hears Cara choke on a laugh.

“Are you sure you don’t need me to check you for injuries anywhere else before we head back?”

Kahlan shakes her head and grins. “Maybe when I’m feeling better.”

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