LOTS - CARA/KAHLAN

Whilst She Sleeps

sofiemae

Title: Whilst She Sleeps

Author: sofiemae

Pairing: Cara/Kahlan

Rating: PG

Word Count: 588

Disclaimer: Not mine, everything about these characters belongs to someone else.

A/N: Written for seriousfic’s The (potentially) Great LotS Spooning Commentfic Meme. In response to asher_601’s. Without her gloves, Cara’s hand are surprisingly small and delicate, though no less strong. I hope this is what you wanted.

Whilst She Sleeps

sofiemae

Resting her foot in the cold creek, Kahlan could feel the pain slowly drifting away on the current. Feeling herself relaxing a little, knowing that Cara was away hunting for dinner and she was not being watched like a hawk, she allowed herself to get lost in her thoughts. Thoughts of Cara and her particularly vulnerable state. Smiling first at the memory of Cara reassuring the Night Wisp that she wasn’t going to die and then when Cara told her of the birth, proclaiming it the ‘most beautiful thing she has ever seen’. Kahlan wished she could have been there, not only for the Night Wisp’ birth but just to see the look of wonder on Cara’s face.

A twig snapping close behind roused her from her daydreams. Without hesitating a dagger was pulled from one of her boots laying nearby as she sprung upwards swinging the blade towards her attacker. But as Kahlan went to pivot around, a hand grasped her arm, stopping the dagger’s deadly arc. And as her momentum was lost, she could feel her balance tipping dangerously, but within an instant she could feel another hand grabbing tight around her middle, preventing her from crashing to the ground.

Pulled back sharply into the solid body behind her, Kahlan dropped the dagger when she realised it was only Cara. Turning her head she could see the smirk resting on the slightly sweaty face.

Holding back her own smirk, Kahlan asked. “So, did you find dinner?”

“You should’ve been more alert, what if I was a bandit?” Leaning back into Cara’s embrace, with all of her weight off her swollen ankle Kahlan closed her eyes and ignored the rebuke, instead revelled in Cara’s strength and tenderness.

With no answer forthcoming Cara tightened her hold around the slim waist to show her displeasure.

With a huff Kahlan gave in. “Fine next time I’ll be more watchful.”

Cara’s soft voice in her ear soothed as she felt the leather clad arms pull away . “Come on, I’ll help you.”

With a puzzled expression at the Mord’Sith’s hot and cold disposition, the brunette pulled away and tested her ankle. “Thank you Cara”

Silently picking up Kahlan’s boots and sliding the dagger back into it’s sheath, Cara offered an arm to the Confessor and slowly, they made their way back.

After being deposited onto the sleeping rolls Kahlan watched as Cara checked on the small rabbit roasting over the fire before moving to the lay down on her own roll.

Turning towards the smaller woman and unable to stop herself, Kahlan stared at Cara’s face, trying to discern what it was exactly that was different about her today. It was a little unnerving to have Cara stare right back at her, but not as much as it had been in the past. Giving up, Kahlan sighs with frustration and closes her eyes.

Hearing Cara shift slightly beside her, leather creaking, she allowed herself to be pulled closer. The sensation of small and delicate bare fingers brushing down her arms was a surprise. And as they come to a rest onto her hip, rubbing soothing circles, Kahlan knows that they are purposefully lulling her to sleep.

Unable to keep the emotional and physical pain of the past day and night at bay, and wishing for a dreamless sleep. Kahlan curls an arm over a slim hip, concentrating on the strength surrounding her, knowing that she will be protected, and with a small smile gracing her lips she let sleep overcome her.

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