Fic: A Little Evil Comes A Long Way (Kahlan/Cara) 11/33
Title: A Little Evil Comes A Long Way
Author: raug_moss
Pairings: Kahlan/Cara
Rating: NC-17
A/N: modern AU
A/N2: so here's the next part for all you lovely readers who keep on returning to the story. I can't thank you guys enough for your continued support!
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10
Chapter 11
The dinner party is anything but shabby.
The front of the five star hotel where it takes place is lined with white columns and when Kahlan takes Rahl’s offered hand and exits the limousine there’s a red carpet underneath her heels.
“Good god,” she hisses as flashes blind her momentarily. She can hear the clicking of cameras but turns her head away. The last thing she needs is pictures of her.
Rahl guides her expertly through the throngs of people beside and on the red carpet. Some of them have stop to chat with reporters, blocking Kahlan and Rahl’s way. Trying not to bump into anybody the brunette holds Rahl’s arm securely in her grasp. This is certainly not something she’s bargained for.
Two men in suits are holding the large glass double doors open as they ascend the stairs.
The entrance hall is as large as Dahlia’s entire building. The voices of hundreds of people fill the air, as well as the noise of clanking glasses.
Rahl allows himself yet another glass of champagne which he snatches from a tray that a waiter carries past them.
“Shouldn’t you slow it down a little? It’ll probably be only hindering if you’re completely wasted,” Kahlan hisses.
Rahl looks at her from the corners of his eyes. “I guess. Since the boss is going to be here too…”
He puts the glass back on another waiter’s tray.
Kahlan takes a moment and looks around. The people that keep coming in through the doors are all impeccably dressed. Some of them are truly beautiful whereas others are trying to mask their little imperfections with make-up, or worse with plastic surgery.
Kahlan knows that she’s not fitting in and actually fears that the first person who’ll look at her will loudly announce that she’s just a poor trashy misfit.
So she straightens her shoulders and assumes an expression of utter disinterest. The best protection against gossip and snooty people.
“You didn’t tell me that your boss is here tonight,” she then says, turning back to Rahl. “You didn’t even tell me that you have a boss, let alone who he is.” She doesn’t really have the time to ponder on this new revelation much longer because Rahl only shrugs and offers Kahlan his arm.
“Shall we?”
Even though she would never admit it the two of them do make quite a stunning couple. A lot of heads turn in their direction as Rahl leads her through the foyer.
The main hall looks almost like a ball room and Kahlan feels like she’s just been transported back to her high school prom. Except back then she didn’t have a date and her dress had been a lot less expensive.
Rahl smiles a little too brightly as they for her taste as they keep walking, but there’s no use in telling him that. He obviously feels like a shark in a tank full of fish.
More couples are streaming in through the large glass doors behind them and the main hall quickly fills with people until there’s an overall indistinguishable chatter echoing through the room.
She almost gets lost in the illusion of wealth and luxury, but soon enough remembers that she isn’t here to have fun.
Rahl leads her to a corner of the room from where they can see everyone entering through the glass doors.
“I’ll tell you when your target gets here.” He murmurs, leaning close to her. To every onlooker they appear to be just another normal couple.
“You make it sound like I’m going to kill someone.” Kahlan clenches her jaw and steps back. She knows she’s not going to get the smell of Rahl’s cologne off with a single shower and promises herself a nice long hot bath when this is all over.
Sighing quietly, Kahlan lets her gaze wander.
In between all the impeccably dressed people there are also a few uniforms in green or blue to be seen, clearly branding them as military and police officials.
Kahlan’s always found that there’s something special about uniforms. They make their wearers look incredibly attractive.
She sighs quietly and resigns herself to being Rahl’s pretty accessory for the night.
Until the man arrives who she’s supposed to distract there’s nothing else for her to do but smile politely at those who dare to look in her direction. It’s an art in itself keeping the scowl from her face that’s threatening to emerge there.
Kahlan stands next to Rahl while he chats with a middle-aged man who has joined them a few minutes ago. He can’t keep his eyes off of her and she even imagines hearing him say something about her ‘price’. She is about to glare at him so that he wets his pants when something or better someone else catches her eye.
Her mouth immediately runs dry and she can’t help but feel completely at loss for a moment as she stares at a person across the room.
Right there, only a few feet away stands Detective Cara Mason, the woman who has been playing a main part in her recent nightly fantasies. She leans with her back against a column, a slightly annoyed expression on her face, while wearing what must be the best-fitting police uniform Kahlan has ever seen. Her blond hair is pulled back into a tight bun at the base of her neck, giving her an air of serenity.
It’s almost like Kahlan has to physically resist walking over to the detective and pulling her into a kiss. She chews on her bottom lip and hungrily rakes her eyes over the blonde’s in uniform-clad body.
It surprises her on some level that she feels this way all of a sudden. She can barely remember the last time she’s wanted another person in a physical way and now all she can think about is how sweet the detective’s lips would taste was she only allowed to kiss them.
It’s the uniform, she tells herself and quickly checks on Rahl. He’s still occupied with his balding friend and Kahlan allows herself one last longing glance. She knows that her hungry stare is completely inappropriate and also risking her own plan.
She forces herself to turn away from the detective, to stand closer to Rahl.
It would mean a lot of trouble should the blonde recognize her. Kahlan is here to do what Rahl has asked of her, not to drool over a woman.
Of course the detective isn’t just any woman. She is extraordinarily beautiful, together with that air of arrogance and those indefinite eyes she would surely prove to be irresistible.
But Kahlan wasn’t going to get close enough to test that assumption.
The man Rahl’s been speaking with excuses himself and leers at her one last time before leaving.
“You seem tense.” Rahl notes as he snatches yet another glass of champagne from a tray that a waitress carries past them, forgetting his earlier statement to cut back on the drinking.
“Where is this guy? I truly am tired of standing here, doing nothing.” Kahlan mumbles and rolls her shoulders in discomfort.
“There’s nothing better a woman can do than standing around and looking pretty.” Rahl smirks and raises an eyebrow at her.
Already in the next moment he wraps his free hand around her lower arm and yanks her even closer to his side.
“Don’t be too obvious about it, but he’s just walked in. Black tux, tall, blond hair.”
Kahlan warily scans the crowd, thankful that the detective has seemingly ventured off, and eventually spots the man Rahl has just described. Albeit the word tall might’ve been an understatement. He’s probably taller by more than a head and his shoulders are dauntingly broad. His tux is of course made-to-measure but fits around his upper thighs a little too snugly for her taste.
“I’ll let you know when you can let him go. But for now, you know what to do. Don’t screw this up.” Rahl hisses quietly.
Kahlan disentangles herself from Rahl’s grip. She looks down at herself and takes a quiet breath. It is now or never and she needs to do this not only for her sake but for Dahlia’s as well. Without looking back she moves confidently through the large hall. The man stands there by himself and soon enough his gaze lands on her. She notes the spark in his eyes and breathes a sigh of relief. He’s definitely interested and that is going to make it all a lot easier, because what use is there in trying to flirt with a man who didn’t even desire her on a physical level?
He is good-looking enough so she can at least pretend to be interested as well. With a small smile curving her lips she walks up to him and looks up. He’s really tall and there’s a certain bulkiness about him that makes her feel small.
He takes her hand when she’s close enough and raises it to his lips. Her smile stays locked firmly in place and she doesn’t even slip when his mouth lingers a little too long.
“I’m Sven Eriksson, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He drawls when he lets go of her hand.
“Kahlan.” She answers and lets her hand fall back to her side.
“A pleasure indeed.”
Chapter 12
Author: raug_moss
Pairings: Kahlan/Cara
Rating: NC-17
A/N: modern AU
A/N2: so here's the next part for all you lovely readers who keep on returning to the story. I can't thank you guys enough for your continued support!
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10
Chapter 11
The dinner party is anything but shabby.
The front of the five star hotel where it takes place is lined with white columns and when Kahlan takes Rahl’s offered hand and exits the limousine there’s a red carpet underneath her heels.
“Good god,” she hisses as flashes blind her momentarily. She can hear the clicking of cameras but turns her head away. The last thing she needs is pictures of her.
Rahl guides her expertly through the throngs of people beside and on the red carpet. Some of them have stop to chat with reporters, blocking Kahlan and Rahl’s way. Trying not to bump into anybody the brunette holds Rahl’s arm securely in her grasp. This is certainly not something she’s bargained for.
Two men in suits are holding the large glass double doors open as they ascend the stairs.
The entrance hall is as large as Dahlia’s entire building. The voices of hundreds of people fill the air, as well as the noise of clanking glasses.
Rahl allows himself yet another glass of champagne which he snatches from a tray that a waiter carries past them.
“Shouldn’t you slow it down a little? It’ll probably be only hindering if you’re completely wasted,” Kahlan hisses.
Rahl looks at her from the corners of his eyes. “I guess. Since the boss is going to be here too…”
He puts the glass back on another waiter’s tray.
Kahlan takes a moment and looks around. The people that keep coming in through the doors are all impeccably dressed. Some of them are truly beautiful whereas others are trying to mask their little imperfections with make-up, or worse with plastic surgery.
Kahlan knows that she’s not fitting in and actually fears that the first person who’ll look at her will loudly announce that she’s just a poor trashy misfit.
So she straightens her shoulders and assumes an expression of utter disinterest. The best protection against gossip and snooty people.
“You didn’t tell me that your boss is here tonight,” she then says, turning back to Rahl. “You didn’t even tell me that you have a boss, let alone who he is.” She doesn’t really have the time to ponder on this new revelation much longer because Rahl only shrugs and offers Kahlan his arm.
“Shall we?”
Even though she would never admit it the two of them do make quite a stunning couple. A lot of heads turn in their direction as Rahl leads her through the foyer.
The main hall looks almost like a ball room and Kahlan feels like she’s just been transported back to her high school prom. Except back then she didn’t have a date and her dress had been a lot less expensive.
Rahl smiles a little too brightly as they for her taste as they keep walking, but there’s no use in telling him that. He obviously feels like a shark in a tank full of fish.
More couples are streaming in through the large glass doors behind them and the main hall quickly fills with people until there’s an overall indistinguishable chatter echoing through the room.
She almost gets lost in the illusion of wealth and luxury, but soon enough remembers that she isn’t here to have fun.
Rahl leads her to a corner of the room from where they can see everyone entering through the glass doors.
“I’ll tell you when your target gets here.” He murmurs, leaning close to her. To every onlooker they appear to be just another normal couple.
“You make it sound like I’m going to kill someone.” Kahlan clenches her jaw and steps back. She knows she’s not going to get the smell of Rahl’s cologne off with a single shower and promises herself a nice long hot bath when this is all over.
Sighing quietly, Kahlan lets her gaze wander.
In between all the impeccably dressed people there are also a few uniforms in green or blue to be seen, clearly branding them as military and police officials.
Kahlan’s always found that there’s something special about uniforms. They make their wearers look incredibly attractive.
She sighs quietly and resigns herself to being Rahl’s pretty accessory for the night.
Until the man arrives who she’s supposed to distract there’s nothing else for her to do but smile politely at those who dare to look in her direction. It’s an art in itself keeping the scowl from her face that’s threatening to emerge there.
Kahlan stands next to Rahl while he chats with a middle-aged man who has joined them a few minutes ago. He can’t keep his eyes off of her and she even imagines hearing him say something about her ‘price’. She is about to glare at him so that he wets his pants when something or better someone else catches her eye.
Her mouth immediately runs dry and she can’t help but feel completely at loss for a moment as she stares at a person across the room.
Right there, only a few feet away stands Detective Cara Mason, the woman who has been playing a main part in her recent nightly fantasies. She leans with her back against a column, a slightly annoyed expression on her face, while wearing what must be the best-fitting police uniform Kahlan has ever seen. Her blond hair is pulled back into a tight bun at the base of her neck, giving her an air of serenity.
It’s almost like Kahlan has to physically resist walking over to the detective and pulling her into a kiss. She chews on her bottom lip and hungrily rakes her eyes over the blonde’s in uniform-clad body.
It surprises her on some level that she feels this way all of a sudden. She can barely remember the last time she’s wanted another person in a physical way and now all she can think about is how sweet the detective’s lips would taste was she only allowed to kiss them.
It’s the uniform, she tells herself and quickly checks on Rahl. He’s still occupied with his balding friend and Kahlan allows herself one last longing glance. She knows that her hungry stare is completely inappropriate and also risking her own plan.
She forces herself to turn away from the detective, to stand closer to Rahl.
It would mean a lot of trouble should the blonde recognize her. Kahlan is here to do what Rahl has asked of her, not to drool over a woman.
Of course the detective isn’t just any woman. She is extraordinarily beautiful, together with that air of arrogance and those indefinite eyes she would surely prove to be irresistible.
But Kahlan wasn’t going to get close enough to test that assumption.
The man Rahl’s been speaking with excuses himself and leers at her one last time before leaving.
“You seem tense.” Rahl notes as he snatches yet another glass of champagne from a tray that a waitress carries past them, forgetting his earlier statement to cut back on the drinking.
“Where is this guy? I truly am tired of standing here, doing nothing.” Kahlan mumbles and rolls her shoulders in discomfort.
“There’s nothing better a woman can do than standing around and looking pretty.” Rahl smirks and raises an eyebrow at her.
Already in the next moment he wraps his free hand around her lower arm and yanks her even closer to his side.
“Don’t be too obvious about it, but he’s just walked in. Black tux, tall, blond hair.”
Kahlan warily scans the crowd, thankful that the detective has seemingly ventured off, and eventually spots the man Rahl has just described. Albeit the word tall might’ve been an understatement. He’s probably taller by more than a head and his shoulders are dauntingly broad. His tux is of course made-to-measure but fits around his upper thighs a little too snugly for her taste.
“I’ll let you know when you can let him go. But for now, you know what to do. Don’t screw this up.” Rahl hisses quietly.
Kahlan disentangles herself from Rahl’s grip. She looks down at herself and takes a quiet breath. It is now or never and she needs to do this not only for her sake but for Dahlia’s as well. Without looking back she moves confidently through the large hall. The man stands there by himself and soon enough his gaze lands on her. She notes the spark in his eyes and breathes a sigh of relief. He’s definitely interested and that is going to make it all a lot easier, because what use is there in trying to flirt with a man who didn’t even desire her on a physical level?
He is good-looking enough so she can at least pretend to be interested as well. With a small smile curving her lips she walks up to him and looks up. He’s really tall and there’s a certain bulkiness about him that makes her feel small.
He takes her hand when she’s close enough and raises it to his lips. Her smile stays locked firmly in place and she doesn’t even slip when his mouth lingers a little too long.
“I’m Sven Eriksson, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He drawls when he lets go of her hand.
“Kahlan.” She answers and lets her hand fall back to her side.
“A pleasure indeed.”
Chapter 12