LOTS - CARA/KAHLAN

Somehow We Can Make This Enough

sofiemae

Title: Somehow We Can Make This Enough

Author: sofiemae

Pairing: Cara/Kahlan

Rating: PG

Word Count: 389

Warnings: Maybe some angst.

Disclaimer: Not mine, everything about these characters belongs to someone else. I’m just taking them out for a spin.

A/N: This is the first thing I’ve written for a while and it’s also my first Legend of the Seeker fic. On that note I would also like to say this is unbeta’ed and raw as I wrote it all down first on paper just to make sure the idea did not slip away, only then did I type it up into something legible.

A/N: I’m also dedicating this to everyone who has done something, no matter how small to bring Legend of the Seeker back for another season, get season two on DVD and all of the other causes to bring more awarness to how AWESOME this show is. I can’t thank you enough.

Somehow We Can Make This Enough

sofiemae

Kahlan Amnell stood with her back to the wooden door of her study, staring blankly at the map painted on the wall before her. Tension has her body strung tight like a drawn bowstring, she has been this way since the advance rider of a small diplomatic party on its way back to D’Hara galloped through the city’s gates mere hours before hand.

As the door expectantly swings open behind her she stills so much a statue would envy her. Footsteps sound against the cool stone floor, announcing her visitor well before familiar leather clad arms slide deliberately around her swollen waist. Warm breath ghosting across her shoulders easing the months of worry in second.

“You’re here.” Kahlan wishes her voice wouldn’t tremble so.

“I came.” The simple answer envelops them, declaring more than other words would.

Kahlan smiles as she is turned around. Strong hands rest hesitantly over the child within her.

“How…?” The query dies on ruby lips, green eyes filled with tender worry finishes the question anyway.

“We are both fine.” Smiling softly at the small show of emotion. “I…” everything that Kahlan wanted to say got stuck on the dry lump in her throat. Cara’s intent gaze still catches every unspoken word. With a shuddering breath she looks away, the weight of all of her unshed tears resting in her blue eyes.

They both don’t have the time to waste over them. This short afternoon is all that is afforded to them before duty tears them apart again, quite possibly for many more months.

Kahlan oft wishes that she was back on the on the road, questing for the Stone of Tears. Stealing away with Cara for a few hours together, waking up and being able to see her from across the campfire, looking up over the dead bodies of their enemies and sharing an exalted grin.

Now Cara is bound to her duty to Richard Rahl and lives far away in D’Hara, either in the People’s Palace or with her Sisters. Kahlan is bound to her duty as Mother Confessor and cannot leave the confines of Aydindryl.

But right now, in this moment they can just be Kahlan and Cara. She remembers this as her hand slides up into soft blonde tresses, theirs lips chastely touching as she leans deeper into Cara’s warm embrace.

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