LOTS - CARA/KAHLAN

Lick My Open Wounds

(and add some ice)

shimmeryshine

Title: lick my open wounds (and add some ice)

Author: shimmeryshine

Pairing: Cara/Kahlan

Rating: R

Summary: Cara has inappropriate reactions to pain. Kahlan tries to make her feel better.

Lick My Open Wounds

(and add some ice)

Cara has inappropriate reactions to pain. Kahlan tries to make her feel better.

cara/kahlan – r

a/n: Set any time in the later–ish part of season 2. Random random. Someone send help.

Lick My Open Wounds

(and add some ice)

shimmeryshine

The bright moonlight is shining on the tan skin of Cara’s bare back as Kahlan slides her needle along the gash cutting across the blonde’s left shoulder blade. A baneling had snuck in a lucky cut when the two had been ambushed earlier that evening. Cara had been furious that her leather had been slashed (even though Zedd can easily fix it when they meet back up with he and Richard), and now she has to lay out half naked on the confessor’s blanket while the other woman stitches up her broken skin.

Humiliating.

She can feel Kahlan’s bare hands on her back as one holds her steady and the other slides the sharp point of the needle from one side of her cut to the other. Cara groans softly at the feel of it, involuntarily pushing her hips into the ground. Kahlan pauses when she notices the reaction, but she doesn’t comment.

Instead, she does it again. Poke through one side, a burning pull, and poke through the other side.

Cara’s hips grind into the ground more noticeably this time.

Cara would be turned on by someone jabbing a needle into her skin, Kahlan thinks to herself, ruefully shaking her head. Cara’s predilection for roughness is not exactly shocking news for Kahlan, who has been privy to many private moments with the blonde Mord–Sith. She’s just not usually so outwardly obvious about it.

Kahlan lets her string pull through again, and Cara’s movement becomes more jerky, compensating for the growing level of pain as Kahlan reaches the deepest part of her wound. “Cara,” she says softly, sliding her free hand to press at the base of Cara’s spine. “You need to hold still, or this is going to leave a scar.”

“I like scars,” she quips defensively, peering at Kahlan through narrowed eyes.

“And I like you in one piece.” Kahlan lets her hand trail lightly up the smooth skin along Cara’s spine and then traces it along the bottom of her angry cut. “Hold still and let me finish, and I’ll make it worth your while,” she whispers against Cara’s naked skin. She can see Cara shiver in the moonlight.

“Is that a promise, Mother Confessor?”

Kahlan smirks at the use of her title. “You know I don’t lie Cara.”

Cara sighs and lies still on the ground. “Do your worst.”

Kahlan works quickly, and it’s only a matter of minutes before Cara is all stitched up. She visibly relaxes, but stays in place as Kahlan places her first aid supplies back in her pack. It has been a while since one of them has been injured enough to use it, usually the wizard is right on hand with a healing spell. Cara is annoyed with herself at how difficult it had been to hold completely still while she was being mended. She makes a mental note to toughen herself up somehow. Train herself with her agiel or something. She will not become weak.

Cara is coaxed out of her brooding thoughts by the feeling of soft lips pressing against the skin of her lower back. The lips kiss a trail from the base of her spine, all the way up to the back of her neck, making her shiver again in the humid night air. Kahlan uses a finger to move unruly blonde hair to the side, and places a wet kiss right at the nape of Cara’s neck. She hums lightly and then lowers her mouth to Cara’s ear. “Feeling better?” she asks breathily.

“Getting there,” Cara breathes out, cheek still pressed flat against Kahlan’s blanket beneath her. “But you better keep going.” She can feel Kahlan smile against her neck.

Kahlan continues pressing her lips to any and all bared skin she encounters, eventually ending up kissing a tender ring around the outside of Cara’s wound. Cara’s back arches slightly and Kahlan accidentally gets a bit too close to the cut, pressing into the edge with her chin. She is about to apologize when Cara groans underneath her and simultaneously rubs her hips into the ground again. Curiously, Kahlan lowers herself so she is propped halfway on top of Cara’s right side, and drags a finger along the outside edge of her line of sutures. Cara moans again and presses down. When Kahlan does it again, poking harder, Cara lets out an exasperated huff and lifts herself enough to slide her left hand underneath her body, straight between her legs. It’s Kahlan’s turn to groan as she feels the blonde begin to rhythmically move beneath her. “Don’t stop,” Cara grunts. It’s been days since they’ve had any kind of alone time together, and Cara really doesn’t do well with abstinence.

Kahlan continues to kiss and nip around her wound, sliding her hand along Cara’s bare side, drawing ghost shapes on the side of her breast. Kahlan is caught up in her exploration when Cara’s hand is suddenly out from its spot underneath her and wrapping around her own. Kahlan is about to ask Cara what she is doing when she pulls her palm along her naked stomach, and into the leather of her pants.

Oh.

Cara doesn’t actually remove her own hand, but instead slides it back down and inside of herself as she bucks against her own fingers. Kahlan licks a stripe against the bruised skin adjacent to Cara’s knife wound and simultaneously rubs her fingers against Cara’s center, their wrists bumping together with every thrust. Cara turns so that her forehead is pressing into the ground, and arches until her hips come off the blanket. Kahlan doesn’t relent as she continues her assault both behind and in front of the Mord–Sith and it’s not long before Cara is panting harshly underneath her. Kahlan is kneeling behind her now because Cara’s hips cannot stay down, but it’s getting harder for Kahlan to reach Cara’s injured shoulder without actually poking into the wound itself, which she does not want to do. Acting on impulse, Kahlan slides her unoccupied hand along the bare skin of Cara’s stomach, feeling it clench against her unanticipated touch. Kahlan leans herself backward, pulling Cara with her until they are both kneeling upright. Cara reaches her right hand back, steadying herself against Kahlan’s thigh and trying not to press her entire injured back against Kahlan’s soft front. Kahlan starts moving her fingers again, and Cara picks up on her new rhythm in moments. With Cara upright on her knees, both of their hands are pressed more tightly against her center, never relenting. She hangs her head forward as Kahlan sucks on the skin where her neck meets her shoulder, biting gently and then soothing with her tongue.

“Harder,” Cara growls, frantically grinding down onto their tangled fingers. Kahlan licks her way down to Cara’s injured shoulder one last time, biting the skin to the right of it hard enough to leave a mark. The second her teeth penetrate skin, Cara howls and her hips go flying forward. Kahlan sucks at the mark she’s left on Cara’s perfect skin as her hand clashes with Cara’s inside of her extremely tight pants.

After a few impossibly long moments, Cara slumps forward, and Kahlan slumps with her, gently lowering them both back onto the blanket below. Kahlan’s hand slides free of Cara’s pants as she rolls herself to lie next to the panting blonde. It takes Cara an endless string of minutes to even pull her own arm out from underneath her. “I should get stabbed more often,” Cara sighs as she pushes the hair off of her sweaty face with her eyes still closed. Kahlan laughs and finishes pushing the lock of blonde hair neatly behind Cara’s ear. Cara grimaces at the gesture for a moment, but doesn’t comment.

“You did enjoy that more than was strictly necessary,” Kahlan laughs.

Cara finally cracks open her eyes. “And this surprises you?”

Kahlan makes a big show of thinking about her answer, and then rolls herself flush against Cara’s side. “No, I suppose not.” She leans in to place a chaste kiss against Cara’s pliant lips. As she pulls back, Cara tries to bite back a yawn. Kahlan rolls away to grab the blanket from Cara’s pack and throws it over the both of them, careful not to put it over Cara’s wound. “That’s probably going to hurt more in the morning,” she says idly, placing a kiss on Cara’s bare shoulder.

“Eh, it was worth it.” Cara rolls her eyes at Kahlan’s pleased expression and shuts her mouth. She’s feeling a bit too fuzzy to trust what might come spilling out.

Kahlan kisses her again softly on the mouth and then wraps an arm around her lower back. “Get some sleep, we’re going to have to make up a lot of ground in the morning.” Cara nods absently, already half asleep in a haze of spent lust and adrenaline.

She slips into unconsciousness wondering when she got so comfortable sleeping wrapped up in Kahlan Amnell.

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