LOTS - CARA/KAHLAN

Keep Yourself Warm

shimmeryshine

Title: Keep Yourself Warm

Author: shimmeryshine

Pairing: Cara/Kahlan

Rating: nc–17

Summary: Companion piece to No Boys Allowed, but it’s not necessary to read that first. It would just give this a bit of context. This is straight up PORN.

keep yourself warm

“I’m not going to stop until you tell me to stop.” Kahlan nods, swirling her finger in circles against the nape of Cara’s neck. “Don’t confess me.”

cara/kahlan – nc–17

a/n: Companion piece to No Boys Allowed ( http://community.livejournal.com/jinxwizard/9497.html ), but it’s not necessary to read that first. It would just give this a bit of context. This is straight up PORN.

Keep Yourself Warm

shimmeryshine

“Do you think this is why the compass wanted us to stop here?” Kahlan asks, still trying to hold onto a shred of control as Cara advances on her. The blonde was in the middle of stripping off the men’s shirt she had worn as a disguise down into the city below when Kahlan had stepped more firmly into her personal space, erasing any doubt that she wanted this. Needed this.

Cara obscenely licks a wet trail up Kahlan’s neck because it is the closest bare skin she can reach, and presses three fingers to the front of her shorts. Kahlan arches, groaning loudly at the unexpectedly direct contact. Cara’s words are muffled as her lips continue to kiss and nibble at the tender flesh at Kahlan’s throat. “That seems a little too convenient.” Kiss. Lick. “When has the compass ever taken us somewhere that hasn’t led to violence or us running for our lives?” Cara bites down on her pulse point, and then soothes the sting away with her tongue. Her head pops up in contemplation. “Unless your sexual frustration was strong enough to incite violence, or confess the Seeker…” she thinks aloud. If the way Kahlan is moaning and rubbing herself against the blonde’s hand is any indication, her level of sexual frustration is indeed high.

Kahlan does not deny it. Instead she grabs at Cara’s face, pulling her cheeks down, down until their lips crash together. Kahlan feels like she might fall over, but then Cara shoves a hand into the back of her hair, anchoring her to nothing more than her lips. “Can we – ” Kahlan mumbles against Cara’s mouth. She lets out a half sigh half moan as Cara’s tongue slides through her newly opened lips. The blonde advances further, running her tongue along the backs of Kahlan’s teeth. “Mmm, Cara. Wait. Can we. Can we not be?” she muffles. Cara isn’t hearing her, so Kahlan threads a hand into her thick knot of blonde hair and tugs. “Cara,” she says, frustrated at her complete inability to communicate in this moment. Her name slips out like she’s begging her never to stop. She tugs harder and Cara finally pulls back, eyebrows furrowing at having been interrupted in her plunder of Kahlan’s extremely sweet mouth.

“Did you say something?” she asks.

“Yes. Can we be…leaning against something, or sitting? I feel like I’m going to fall over.” Cara smirks, as if this is a personal victory for her. Making the Mother Confessor dizzy with lust! What a stud. Kahlan almost snorts at the smug look on her face.

Cara surveys their surroundings in a few seconds flat, and decides that the cushy grass at their feet is as good a place as any to settle in for what she has planned. She quickly tugs Kahlan off balance, and they both fall to the floor in a pile of not so coordinated limbs. All of the grace the two warriors possess on the battlefield seems to vanish with any and all self–control. Kahlan initially finds herself on top of Cara, but the Mord–Sith immediately kicks her leg up and over, flipping them so she has Kahlan effectively pinned to the ground. “I should have known you would always need to be on top,” Kahlan breathes as Cara decides to take her questing mouth on a trail down the front of Kahlan’s heaving corset. Cara bites down in retaliation for the comment, and Kahlan bucks her hips up at the sharp contact.

“Does the Mother Confessor like it to hurt a little?” Cara asks curiously, biting down again while pressing her thigh right against Kahlan’s center. Kahlan’s only answer is a deep groan bubbling up from her chest. Cara smiles broadly at her reaction. They continue on like this for what seems like endless minutes, Cara’s mouth nibbling and licking at Kahlan’s cleavage, working at the laces of her jacket with mostly steady fingers, and Kahlan rhythmically rocking her hips against a toned thigh. Cara tugs Kahlan into a sitting position by the laces of her corset once her jacket is loose enough to slip off, and they both frantically push it down past freckled shoulders until it falls somewhere behind the pair. “How long can we do this?” Cara asks, now loosening the stays on the corset itself. One of Kahlan’s hands is rubbing distractedly at the back of Cara’s neck as she watches the blonde undress her.

“I don’t know. I haven’t really…tested how far I can go,” she answers hesitantly.

Cara nods, thinking. “How far have you gone with Richard?”

“What?” Kahlan looks scandalized to have been asked about her sex life, or lack thereof.

Cara rolls her eyes at Kahlan’s sudden modesty. “This is not the time to be getting shy. Unless you want me to stop and you can finish this yourself?” Kahlan looks stricken at just the suggestion of stopping. “How far have you gone with Richard?” she asks again. “On top of your clothes? Under your clothes? Just kissing? Touching?”

Kahlan’s entire torso turns three shades of red as she suddenly buries herself in Cara’s hair, hiding her flaming face. “Kissing and touching, on top of my clothes,” she finally answers as quickly as she can force the words out of her mouth. Cara bites her lip and fights back a groan as a wave of arousal washes over her at the illicit words coming from the confessor’s infallibly pure mouth.

“Well, that’s more than I gave him credit for,” Cara quips, and Kahlan bites down on her shoulder in defense of her worrisome Seeker.

“He just doesn’t want to push me.”

Cara stills then, one lace away from being able to tug down Kahlan’s corset. She pulls gently on the brunette’s hair, forcing her up to meet her own green eyes. “Do you want to be pushed Kahlan?” she asks, genuinely curious. Cara knows what Kahlan’s body is telling her, but she needs to know this is what Kahlan truly wants.

“Yes,” she breathes out without hesitation. “Or I’ll go crazy.” Cara nods and captures Kahlan’s lips in a deep, probing kiss. It’s as deep a kiss as Cara has ever given anyone in her life.

“Then let me serve you, Confessor,” she breathes with a quirk of her eyebrow. Kahlan is grinning again, and Cara takes this opportunity to yank her corset down far enough to bare her perfect, pale breasts. She wants to press her face in between them and inhale, but instead she grips Kahlan by the jaw, staring into her darkening eyes. “I’m not going to stop until you tell me to stop.” Kahlan nods, swirling her finger in circles against the nape of Cara’s neck. “Don’t confess me.”

“I don’t think that would be in my best interest.”

Cara’s eyes rake down Kahlan’s bare torso, and she finally reaches out to trace a lone finger around the swell of a heavy breast. “You are not wrong about that.” Cara uses her finger to push at Kahlan’s chest. “Lay back,” she commands softly.

Kahlan takes a deep, steadying breath and settles herself against the grass. The springy stalks tickle her bare back as Cara pushes herself up to hover over Kahlan’s body. Green eyes dart back and forth for a moment, as if unsure where to even start. Too many possibilities. She settles on capturing a puckered nipple between her teeth, tugging gently and then soothing with her tongue. Kahlan makes an “oh” sound the first time she does it, and then settles her hand in Cara’s hair, making sure she can’t move too far from where her mouth is currently sending electric shocks of lust straight to Kahlan’s center. Cara smirks against her skin at the reaction, and switches to the other breast as she maneuvers her hand beneath Kahlan’s skirt to slide her little black shorts off. Kahlan lifts her hips and kicks to help rid herself of the obstructing garment, and then feels Cara’s bare fingers tripping their way up the insides of her thighs. Kahlan brings her hand up to her face, covering her mouth to stifle a groan, and lets her fingers slide her hair back out of her eyes. Her fingers crush into a fist as Cara’s hand finally finds its way to the apex beneath her skirt. Kahlan’s hips fly off the ground before she can even think to try to hold them down, and Cara releases her right nipple with a wet pop.

“Good?” Cara asks smugly, dragging a dripping wet finger up across Kahlan’s slit to circle her clit.

A string of yes yes yes yes’s tumble out of her mouth unchecked, and Kahlan thinks she might cry for how good it feels to be touched. Cara’s fingers never, ever stay still as she alternates between rubbing tight little circles against Kahlan’s throbbing nub and sliding two fingers in and out between her legs. Kahlan’s hips catch Cara’s rhythm quickly, borne from anticipating each other’s moves in battle, and it’s not long before Cara’s curling fingers have Kahlan perilously close to the edge. Cara shifts so her mostly exposed chest can rub against the confessor’s, and she starts sucking a trail of wet kisses along the column of her pale throat. Kahlan is keening almost uncontrollably, rocking her hips in a frantic race to a place she only dreams about reaching. “Kahlan,” Cara breathes into her ear as she grinds herself down onto the brunette’s half covered thigh. Kahlan’s hand cradles Cara’s head, holding them cheek to cheek as she grunts with the effort of the pace they have set. Kahlan is starting to arch off the floor, and Cara knows she must be extremely close to finishing. The thought has barely left her head when Kahlan’s wrist suddenly clamps down on the hand moving between her legs.

“Stop stop stop stop,” she says urgently, ripping Cara’s soaking fingers from under her skirt. Cara pulls away immediately, ever mindful that this writhing woman under her can kill her in a second without even meaning to. Kahlan roughly pushes Cara’s shoulder so that the blonde completely loses contact with any part of her bared skin. Cara crouches as near as she dares, mouth going dry as she watches Kahlan shove her own hand down through her curls. The skillful way her fingers move against her sex makes it extremely clear to Cara that Kahlan is very adept at self–pleasure. It’s all Cara can do to stop the onslaught of filthy thoughts that suddenly wash over her. When does she have time to do this? she wonders with wide eyes. She’s fairly sure she’ll never be able to stop wondering. It takes two fingers and about five seconds for the confessor to finish herself off, back bending in a perfect arch. Cara feels Kahlan’s spent magic pound through her, and presses her open palm against the rough fabric at the crotch of the pants she’s still wearing. It barely takes the edge off.

Once Kahlan’s magic has dissipated, Cara crawls the short distance back to the confessor’s prone body. Acting on impulse, she slides her hand along the slender fingers still rubbing gently there, replacing them with her own. Kahlan sighs in appreciation, letting her knees hit the ground, utterly and completely debauched. In a moment of weakness, Cara indulges herself, leaning forward and licking a long stripe up Kahlan’s wet, pink skin. They both moan indelicately, but Kahlan tugs the blonde’s head up from between her legs. “Mmm, too much,” she sighs. Cara places a chaste kiss on the inside of her right thigh, and flops down on the ground beside her sated companion. It takes Kahlan a few moments to regain the use of her limbs, but she eventually reaches her hand over in the Mord–Sith’s direction, tangling their fingers together. She fingers Cara’s hand softly, eventually lifting it up to her mouth to give her palm a soft kiss. Cara’s eyes stay trained on the sky until she feels Kahlan roll over and press herself against her side.

Cara lets Kahlan place three wet kisses against her neck before she speaks. “You don’t have to…” she starts.

Kahlan doesn’t stop. “Do you think I would if I didn’t want to?” she asks directly into Cara’s ear.

Cara shrugs. “I just don’t want you to think that this is an…obligation. You needed something that I could give you, I don’t expect – ”

Kahlan cuts her off with a heated kiss, groaning as the blonde’s tongue swipes a path across her lips. “Spirits Cara, I want to. And I know you need this as badly as I do, you haven’t snuck off in the middle of the night to bed strange men in run down taverns in weeks.”

Cara growls at Kahlan’s annoying habit of noticing everything, and kisses her more firmly. “And women,” she mumbles as an afterthought.

It takes a moment for the comment to reach Kahlan’s fuzzy brain. “What?”

“Strange men and women in ’run down taverns’.” She’s imitating Kahlan’s disapproving tone.

“Of course,” Kahlan laughs. “My mistake.” Cara is smiling too, and then they are kissing again and Kahlan is trying to push the ugly tan shirt the rest of the way off Cara’s shoulders. Cara sits up and whips it off as quickly as she can, eager to be free of the scratchy fabric. Kahlan can’t help the wide–eyed gaze she sweeps down Cara’s now exposed chest. She places her pale hand reverently against Cara’s much tanner stomach, gently tracing the muscle beneath. “You are so – ” she starts, but Cara’s mouth covers hers before she can finish her thought.

Cara doesn’t wait for Kahlan to take the lead, and starts tugging off her own pants in between wet, messy kisses. She might be embarrassed at how eager she must seem if she weren’t so completely turned on. Once her pants are down by her ankles, she kicks them off, and then finds herself pinned to the grass by a half naked confessor. She tries for a moment to twist her body enough to flip their positions, but Kahlan has rendered her quite immobile. “Uh, uh,” the brunette chastises as she starts kissing her way down between Cara’s straining breasts. “Stay where you are.”

The sound Cara makes borders on a whine, but turns into a grunt as Kahlan bites down on her left nipple a little bit harder than is strictly necessary. Good girl, Cara thinks to herself. “Why can’t I be on top?” Cara asks, running her hands absently up and down the bare skin of Kahlan’s shoulder. Kahlan thinks she might stomp her foot if they were standing.

Kahlan shoots her a smoldering glare, her mouth quirked up in a wicked smile. “Because,” she pauses to place a kiss in the middle of Cara’s firm stomach, “I can’t,” she licks into Cara’s bellybutton, “do this,” she puffs out a breath right between Cara’s legs, “if you’re on top of me.” And then she uses her tongue, her perfect, honest, pure tongue to flick right against Cara’s throbbing clit.

The blonde almost clamps her thighs around Kahlan’s head in surprise, but instead shifts her tension to an arch of her hips. Kahlan is pleased with her reaction, and swipes her tongue in an agonizing lick against swollen, pink skin. “Kahlan,” Cara grits out like a swear word. She lets Kahlan lick and suck at her until she feels like she might burst into flames. It’s amazing, but not quite enough to push her over the edge. She reaches one unsteady hand downward, intending it to tap Kahlan on the head to get her attention. It takes all of her self–control not to use it to shove her brown hair harder in between her legs. “Kahlan…” she breathes, her voice impossibly deep.

Kahlan stops what she’s doing and pulls her head back just enough for Cara to see the moon glint off of her obscenely shiny lips. She grinds her ass into the ground. “Cara?”

“I need. Can you?” She takes a deep breath, trying to focus through the lust thumping through her body. “Use your hands,” she eventually manages to croak out.

“Oh,” Kahlan says, looking a little bit embarrassed. It’s immediately evident that she thinks she’s done something wrong.

“No no no,” Cara quickly corrects. “I mean, use your mouth and your hands. Please Kahlan, I am so close.”

Kahlan gives her a resolute nod, and dives back down to her task. Cara nearly screams when Kahlan immediately thrusts three fingers inside of her. It’s just the right amount of burn and pleasure to set Cara off, and the second Kahlan’s tongue makes contact with her clit again her mouth opens in a silent scream. The sight of ringed brown hair bobbing between her legs is the last thing she sees as her vision goes white and she comes harder than she has in a very, very long time. Kahlan doesn’t stop her assault until Cara has to pull her forcefully from between her legs, the pleasure turning into over sensitized pain. It’s actually a sensation that Cara rather enjoys, and she wonders if Kahlan has somehow intuited this.

Kahlan wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and crawls up the blonde’s body, settling down half on top of her and half in the grass. Cara is still breathing heavily with her eyes closed when Kahlan leans in to place a chaste kiss against her cheek. “You could have,” Cara says distractedly.

Kahlan hums a “hmm?” into her neck as she reaches an arm around to secure Cara’s body to her more closely. “I could have what?”

“Done that from beneath me.”

Kahlan’s face screws up in confusion for a moment, and Cara cracks her eyes open just to see the look on her face when she works out what she means. Cara can tell when she has a full visual because her cheeks turn even rosier than they already are from her previous exuberant activities down below the Mord–Sith’s belt. Kahlan slaps her gently on the stomach, trying to hide her smirk. “You are terrible.” Cara smiles and closes her eyes again. “Maybe next time you can demonstrate,” she breathes hotly into Cara’s ear, and then she is pushing herself off the ground, pulling her corset the rest of the way off. Cara groans at the implication and watches the confessor undress.

“How are you still almost fully dressed?” Cara asks absently, stretching her gloriously naked body out among the scratchy grass.

Kahlan shrugs. “I guess someone was in a hurry.” She loses the rest of her clothes and starts trotting down to the little stream in the darkness. “Come on, now we both really need a bath.”

Cara takes stock of her sticky, dirty body and decides that Kahlan is indeed right, and pushes herself into a standing position in the now empty clearing. “I hope you brought a wash cloth,” she shouts in the direction Kahlan had just walked. “My back is filthy.”

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