Fic : Life, Ordinary (Two) (LotS, Cara/Kahlan)
Title: Life, Ordinary (Two)
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: R (I think)
Disclaimer: LotS and its character belong to ABC and Terry Goodkind. I made absolutely no profit from this, just a bit of fun.
Summary : Cara was away for a few days, someone else came into town.
Kahlan Amnell shifted her feet anxiously, she'd been waiting for Cara for a while now. She got here as soon as she let out the class. Today was the day the blonde was suppose to get back. The other hunter already came and went, and yet there was still no sign of the her. She was starting worry that something might happened to her, the study stream of people was slowing down to a trickle and yet there was no Cara in sight.
At this time of the year there were so many transients that Kahlan was starting to fear that she might just missed her. That while she turned her head Cara somehow slipped by.
"Kahlan!"
A man approached her from the side, at first she wasn't sure who it was, a small frown marred her beautiful face for a moment until a wide smile and twinkling brown eyes reminded her.
"Richard?"
She couldn't believe her eyes, it was her childhood friend, Richard Cypher. She could recognize those brown eyes anywhere.
He came up to her with his arms opened, and ready for a hug. Kahlan accepted a hug from him. She could barely remember the last time she saw him. It was shortly after he lost his parents that his grandfather took him to Hartland. She remembered the small boy waving goodbye to her with tears in his eyes.
He was slightly taller than her now, his brown hair cut short. He had a pack sling to one shoulder, which he dropped the moment he stepped close to her. Looking at him now, she still could recognize the little boy that she and Dennee used to play with.
"It's so good to see you again." He laughed, his hands moved down to grab hers.
"Yes, it is." Kahlan smiled, her eyes slided to the side spotting a lithe figure in leather breeches and dark top coming toward her.
"Cara!" Kahlan exclaimed in delight, instantly moved toward the incoming blonde.
Completely, and suddenly forgotten, Richard Cypher felt his jaw gone slack when his childhood friend and first love moved into a new comer embrace. And then when Kahlan tilted her head slightly to receive a kiss he fell his heart drop to his knees.
Just then his grandfather finally caught up to him, tapping on his shoulder with his bony fingers.
"Richard?"
The old man noted the slack-jawed look on his grandson’s face. One of his bushy brows lifted curiously. What could possibly put the young man into that expressing in such a short time it took him to ask about a place they could stay for the night?
"Zedd."
“Oh boy,” Zedd scratched his head at the puppy dog look on Richard’s face, his grandson would never be able to win at any card games, that much he knew.
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"Who was that?"
"Who...” Dazed, it took Kahlan a few heartbeats to really understood what Cara was asking. “Oh..."
Everytime Cara kissed her Kahlan found that all thought left her head and suddenly she was turned into a fumbling, inarticulate peasant girl. This time was no different, she could barely remember who she was let alone who she was talking to prior to the kiss.
"That's Richard."
"Richard?"
Kahlan nodded, "he's my friend, he moved to Westland with his grandfather when we were young."
Cara tilted her head slightly when she noticed the way the man was looking at her girlfriend. Perhaps there was something more, but the school teacher did not seem to notice. And it seemed that when she turned to look at him he took it as a signal to come over.
Kahlan turned her body toward him, but she remained very close, one arm wrapped around Cara's waist and with one free arm, Cara did the same, bundle in her hand was dropped to the ground, forgotten for the moment.
"Richard, this is Cara." Kahlan introduced them.
Cara allowed a nod in acknowledgment, she was tired and hungry, meeting new people was not in her plan tonight.
She gave him a once over, decided that he look harmless enough, if a bit dull. Curiously though, he looked like someone just beat him over the nose with a rolled up parchment.
The boy came closer to her and offered her his hand, he looked a bit reluctant, though, made even more awkward when the blonde didn't reciprocate. Eventually, he dropped his hand.
"And Zedd," she gestured to the spot a little behind Richard, there an old man with ragged white hair stood. His long and thin feature made him look as if he was being stretched too far with age. But he was smiling in contrast to his grandson.
Cara tilted her head slightly at him, and acknowledged him with another nod. This didn't seem to bother him like it did his grandson.
Cara had been away on hunting trip for the past few days and she was looking forward to spending time with the school teacher, seeing how it was also harvesting season, when the school had to be temporarily suspended so that the children old enough to help their parents could. And that meant that Kahlan had time to be spending with her.
She'd also had a surprise for her.
There was something she wanted to do for a while now, after she and Dennee finally got over their differences. That was not to say that they were the best of friends, but they were no longer glaring at each other everytime they came into contact. Which was something that seemed to make Kahlan happy, and whatever made Kahlan happy was all good in her book.
But first, they needed to get moving. She still had to delivered the goods to the butchers and inns, standing at the town's gate chatting would not get that done anytime soon. All her games weren’t going to deliver themselves.
Cara nudged the brunette lightly, tilting her blonde head slightly to indicate that they needed to go. "I'm sure that they need to be somewhere as well."
Richard started to protest, but his grandfather agreed, they at least have to find a room at the inn for they night.
Kahlan gave her a small knowing smile and excused themselves. But not before Richard extracted a promise of dinner from them.
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"He's my friend, Cara." Kahlan said later over their dinner at Rosa's. "We were very close growing up."
The two were sitting at the more discreet corner of the crowded dinning room. The room was noisy, people were coming and going, Rosa’s cooking was the best in town, as evident by the amount of people coming for food and ale.
"Yes, but that was when? Before he moved away?" Cara said with barely suppressed frown, she stirred her venison stew over and over with the spoon, not taking a bite.
"Yes..."
"And he moved away when you were, what, ten?"
"Yes, but..."
"So, really, you don't really know him anymore, Kahlan."
The school teacher opened her mouth to protest, Cara was forever the pessimist, and she was trying to get her to see the other side, it was a slow process. But then, she took in the way Cara's shoulders tensed, and the dark look that passed across her face. Kahlan instantly knew what the problem was.
"Cara, are you jealous?”
"No, why would you think that?" The blonde looked down at her bowl, refusing to look at the other woman. She would never admit that she was jealous.
"Cara," the school teacher's voice turned mischievous.
Just then Rosa came over to their table, and interrupted whatever it was that Kahlan was about to say next. Inwardly, Cara felt relief, she didn't want to answer any question that the brunette was going to ask.
For most of her life, Cara had never care about much, most things were just that, things. They could be replaced. That was how she felt about everything. She could just up and leave whenever she felt like it, she was a very good hunter, among other things, which meant that she would never have to worry about finding work anywhere.
Until she came to this town and met Kahlan.
It was irrational to think that the school teacher was going to change her mind after seeing her childhood friend again. But rationality had nothing to do with feelings, and she was starting to learn that fact.
“Do you need anything else?” Rosa asked jovially, her plump cheeks red from being in front of the hot stoves all day, and normally she would still be in front of the stoves, or behind the bar, but she always made an exception for Cara.
The woman peered down at the still full bowl and frowned.
“Is the stew not to your liking today?”
“Oh no, Rosa,” Kahlan quickly answered before Cara could. “It’s really good, but we were just talking.” She smiled sweetly up at the inn proprietor.
Rosa still looked skeptical at Kahlan’s statement, but she let it go when Cara looked up and nodded.
Cara Mason was not a talker at the best of time so she didn’t expect any comment from her. After a long moment, the inn proprietor sighed and left them in peace.
By the time Rosa left and the school teacher turned to the blonde, Cara already dug into her dinner, Kahlan knew that she would have to talk about this some other time. Maybe later when they got home.
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“Bags, boy!” The old man exclaimed as he took his seat at the table. “What is wrong with you?”
Richard Cypher turned to him with long face, if he was a pup, Zedd imagined that his ears and tail would be drooping right this moment. Then he turned away to look at the other side of the dining room, and the older man knew instantly what was wrong.
His grandson wasn’t exactly the hardest person to read, in fact he would go as far as to say that it was very easy to tell what he was feeling at any given moment.
From the moment that he told his grandson that they had some business to take care off in Stowecroft, Richard had been like a ten year old again, he was so excited. At first he thought that it was because he was looking forward to seeing his old home and perhaps some friends, but after a while he knew that there was only one thing that Richard wanted to see, or rather one person.
And not even half a candle mark into the town-gate he saw who it was. Of course, he remembered little Kahlan Amnell, and it didn’t take him long to recognize the little girl within the now beautiful young woman.
Even the look in his grandson’s eyes didn’t surprise him all that much. Richard had that starry eye look, like he was seeing the most beautiful thing in the world, and Zedd couldn’t really blame him.
And he looked over to where his grandson’s eyes were, and sighed quietly to himself, apparently he’s going to have to endure a lot more than a love sick Richard.
The young woods guide couldn’t take his eyes from that one particular table set in the less crowded corner of the inn, something that was rather amazing in and off itself, seeing how pack the dining room was.
He took in the way they sat next to each other instead of opposite side of the table. The way their bodies leaned toward one another. Suddenly he was not hungry anymore, despite the fact that they did not stop for lunch that day, with him being so excited to get back to Stowecroft.
He remembered Kahlan from when they were little and how they always played together. How even then he knew that she was the one. He was so certain, even with the long years apart that she would remember him. He did, after all recognized her right away, he imagined that she would know him as well, there was not a day went by that he didn't think about her.
Apparently, it was not the same for her. She clearly did not remembered him, at that moment he didn't let it bother him. He was here now, and there she was.
Until she looked past him to someone else.
Zedd kept quiet as he watched his grandson's shoulders drooped, he sighed to himself and took another bite of a mutton in his hand, lamenting that if Richard droop even more, his nose would end up in that good looking bowl of stew.
"Richard," he pat the boy on his back, "you should eat before it gets cold."
"Yeah."
Zedd nodded in a grandfatherly way and waved his hand to catch someone’s attention, he really wanted another bowl of the stew.
"What else can I get you," Rosa came up to them.
"Another one of these delicious stew, please." Zedd told her with a wide smile.
The inn proprietor nodded with a beaming smile, then she turned to the young man, noting the stew in front of him, untouched.
"Is something wrong with my cooking?" Really, maybe she should check if there was something wrong with the ingredients.
"It's fine." Richard replied listlessly, but he didn't look at her once, his eyes trained on the couple across the room.
"Beautiful couple, aren't they." Rosa, the inn’s owner beamed like a proud mama, the fact that the boy’s shoulders drooped even more did not seem to register in her mind. “I’m waiting for them to tie the knot,” she continued. “Any day now.”
“Can I have some more bread, too please.” Zedd asserted quickly, smiling at the plump woman.
“Of course,” jovially she picked up the empty bowl and moved away.
“My boy,” Zedd reached over and patted the boy’s shoulder sympathetically. If he droop anymore, Zedd thought, he might just end up face down in the bowl, and that would be such a waste.
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As it turned out as soon a they arrived back at the cabin, Cara's to be exact, Kahlan found herself being pressed against the door as soon as it closed. Warm, strong body pressed tight against her.
All thought of discussion fled her head when the blonde's full lips pressed possessively against her own. She'd missed this, missed having Cara so close to her that they practically existed in the same space.
Every time Cara left to hunt she felt this empty space inside her chest, and nothing she could do to make it go away, the ache and emptiness seemed greater everytime, and remained until the moment Cara was with her.
"Cara," Kahlan breathed, her head tilted back, the blonde took it as a permission and she licked and nibbed her way down toward her heaving cleavage. Pale skin was flushed the most attractive shades of red, and Cara was transfixed.
With practiced ease Cara unlaced her corset while she ranked her teeth down the collum of her neck, she spent a few long moment at the beating of the pulse in her neck. Sucking lightly, marking her.
Kahlan slipped a hand down the back of Cara's shirt, pressing her palm flat, feeling her fine muscles play against her hand. She moved her other hand upward, tangling her fingers in fine blonde hair. The blonde was leaving a trail of fire down her chest, with a tug, cara spilled her breasts to her waiting mouth.
"Cara... Ah!" Kahlan bit out a cry when sharp teeth closed over her sensitive nipple. "Cara... Bed," with difficulty she managed to say between panting and moaning. Her knees started to buckle, she didn’t think they could hold her up.
Cara dragged her tongue wetly between her cleavage, and stepped back, arms still holding Kahlan’s up.
She would’ve fallen, otherwise.
They managed to get to the bed without too much delay, clothing dropped on the floor piece by piece as they made their way across the cabin to the bedroom.
Kahlan threw her head back, her mouth open as she panted, she couldn't seem to get enough air into her lungs. Hot wet tongue laping at the hollow of her throat, the school teacher spread her legs wider, wanting more of Cara to fill her, and at the same time, she felt full, and tight. The blonde pressed close to her, their skins seemingly melt together, Kahlan reached down with one hand, her fingers gripping Cara's forearm, feeling the play of her muscles as she moved her fingers relentlessly in and out.
"Cara...spirits, Cara... Fa.. Faster, please, I'm..." Kahlan was babbling incoherently until the lithe blonde moved upward and took her mouth in a fierce kiss, swallowing every gasps and moans the brunette made.
With the tip of her fingers, Cara pressed upward to the one place where she knew would push Kahlan over the very edge she was tethering on, and for an endless moment her back arched up, her mouth -tore away from Cara with breathless moan-- open with a silent scream.
Cara smiled with satisfaction when she felt fingernails dig into her forearm, trying to keep her hand where it was. She waited until the brunette started breathing again before settled herself down beside her.
"Hi," Cara brushed damp hair away from her face.
Smile broke over Kahlan's face.
"I'm home."
That got a giggle out of her exhausted mate. "Welcome home." She said and pulled the grinning blonde in for a kiss.
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Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: R (I think)
Disclaimer: LotS and its character belong to ABC and Terry Goodkind. I made absolutely no profit from this, just a bit of fun.
Summary : Cara was away for a few days, someone else came into town.
Kahlan Amnell shifted her feet anxiously, she'd been waiting for Cara for a while now. She got here as soon as she let out the class. Today was the day the blonde was suppose to get back. The other hunter already came and went, and yet there was still no sign of the her. She was starting worry that something might happened to her, the study stream of people was slowing down to a trickle and yet there was no Cara in sight.
At this time of the year there were so many transients that Kahlan was starting to fear that she might just missed her. That while she turned her head Cara somehow slipped by.
"Kahlan!"
A man approached her from the side, at first she wasn't sure who it was, a small frown marred her beautiful face for a moment until a wide smile and twinkling brown eyes reminded her.
"Richard?"
She couldn't believe her eyes, it was her childhood friend, Richard Cypher. She could recognize those brown eyes anywhere.
He came up to her with his arms opened, and ready for a hug. Kahlan accepted a hug from him. She could barely remember the last time she saw him. It was shortly after he lost his parents that his grandfather took him to Hartland. She remembered the small boy waving goodbye to her with tears in his eyes.
He was slightly taller than her now, his brown hair cut short. He had a pack sling to one shoulder, which he dropped the moment he stepped close to her. Looking at him now, she still could recognize the little boy that she and Dennee used to play with.
"It's so good to see you again." He laughed, his hands moved down to grab hers.
"Yes, it is." Kahlan smiled, her eyes slided to the side spotting a lithe figure in leather breeches and dark top coming toward her.
"Cara!" Kahlan exclaimed in delight, instantly moved toward the incoming blonde.
Completely, and suddenly forgotten, Richard Cypher felt his jaw gone slack when his childhood friend and first love moved into a new comer embrace. And then when Kahlan tilted her head slightly to receive a kiss he fell his heart drop to his knees.
Just then his grandfather finally caught up to him, tapping on his shoulder with his bony fingers.
"Richard?"
The old man noted the slack-jawed look on his grandson’s face. One of his bushy brows lifted curiously. What could possibly put the young man into that expressing in such a short time it took him to ask about a place they could stay for the night?
"Zedd."
“Oh boy,” Zedd scratched his head at the puppy dog look on Richard’s face, his grandson would never be able to win at any card games, that much he knew.
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"Who was that?"
"Who...” Dazed, it took Kahlan a few heartbeats to really understood what Cara was asking. “Oh..."
Everytime Cara kissed her Kahlan found that all thought left her head and suddenly she was turned into a fumbling, inarticulate peasant girl. This time was no different, she could barely remember who she was let alone who she was talking to prior to the kiss.
"That's Richard."
"Richard?"
Kahlan nodded, "he's my friend, he moved to Westland with his grandfather when we were young."
Cara tilted her head slightly when she noticed the way the man was looking at her girlfriend. Perhaps there was something more, but the school teacher did not seem to notice. And it seemed that when she turned to look at him he took it as a signal to come over.
Kahlan turned her body toward him, but she remained very close, one arm wrapped around Cara's waist and with one free arm, Cara did the same, bundle in her hand was dropped to the ground, forgotten for the moment.
"Richard, this is Cara." Kahlan introduced them.
Cara allowed a nod in acknowledgment, she was tired and hungry, meeting new people was not in her plan tonight.
She gave him a once over, decided that he look harmless enough, if a bit dull. Curiously though, he looked like someone just beat him over the nose with a rolled up parchment.
The boy came closer to her and offered her his hand, he looked a bit reluctant, though, made even more awkward when the blonde didn't reciprocate. Eventually, he dropped his hand.
"And Zedd," she gestured to the spot a little behind Richard, there an old man with ragged white hair stood. His long and thin feature made him look as if he was being stretched too far with age. But he was smiling in contrast to his grandson.
Cara tilted her head slightly at him, and acknowledged him with another nod. This didn't seem to bother him like it did his grandson.
Cara had been away on hunting trip for the past few days and she was looking forward to spending time with the school teacher, seeing how it was also harvesting season, when the school had to be temporarily suspended so that the children old enough to help their parents could. And that meant that Kahlan had time to be spending with her.
She'd also had a surprise for her.
There was something she wanted to do for a while now, after she and Dennee finally got over their differences. That was not to say that they were the best of friends, but they were no longer glaring at each other everytime they came into contact. Which was something that seemed to make Kahlan happy, and whatever made Kahlan happy was all good in her book.
But first, they needed to get moving. She still had to delivered the goods to the butchers and inns, standing at the town's gate chatting would not get that done anytime soon. All her games weren’t going to deliver themselves.
Cara nudged the brunette lightly, tilting her blonde head slightly to indicate that they needed to go. "I'm sure that they need to be somewhere as well."
Richard started to protest, but his grandfather agreed, they at least have to find a room at the inn for they night.
Kahlan gave her a small knowing smile and excused themselves. But not before Richard extracted a promise of dinner from them.
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"He's my friend, Cara." Kahlan said later over their dinner at Rosa's. "We were very close growing up."
The two were sitting at the more discreet corner of the crowded dinning room. The room was noisy, people were coming and going, Rosa’s cooking was the best in town, as evident by the amount of people coming for food and ale.
"Yes, but that was when? Before he moved away?" Cara said with barely suppressed frown, she stirred her venison stew over and over with the spoon, not taking a bite.
"Yes..."
"And he moved away when you were, what, ten?"
"Yes, but..."
"So, really, you don't really know him anymore, Kahlan."
The school teacher opened her mouth to protest, Cara was forever the pessimist, and she was trying to get her to see the other side, it was a slow process. But then, she took in the way Cara's shoulders tensed, and the dark look that passed across her face. Kahlan instantly knew what the problem was.
"Cara, are you jealous?”
"No, why would you think that?" The blonde looked down at her bowl, refusing to look at the other woman. She would never admit that she was jealous.
"Cara," the school teacher's voice turned mischievous.
Just then Rosa came over to their table, and interrupted whatever it was that Kahlan was about to say next. Inwardly, Cara felt relief, she didn't want to answer any question that the brunette was going to ask.
For most of her life, Cara had never care about much, most things were just that, things. They could be replaced. That was how she felt about everything. She could just up and leave whenever she felt like it, she was a very good hunter, among other things, which meant that she would never have to worry about finding work anywhere.
Until she came to this town and met Kahlan.
It was irrational to think that the school teacher was going to change her mind after seeing her childhood friend again. But rationality had nothing to do with feelings, and she was starting to learn that fact.
“Do you need anything else?” Rosa asked jovially, her plump cheeks red from being in front of the hot stoves all day, and normally she would still be in front of the stoves, or behind the bar, but she always made an exception for Cara.
The woman peered down at the still full bowl and frowned.
“Is the stew not to your liking today?”
“Oh no, Rosa,” Kahlan quickly answered before Cara could. “It’s really good, but we were just talking.” She smiled sweetly up at the inn proprietor.
Rosa still looked skeptical at Kahlan’s statement, but she let it go when Cara looked up and nodded.
Cara Mason was not a talker at the best of time so she didn’t expect any comment from her. After a long moment, the inn proprietor sighed and left them in peace.
By the time Rosa left and the school teacher turned to the blonde, Cara already dug into her dinner, Kahlan knew that she would have to talk about this some other time. Maybe later when they got home.
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“Bags, boy!” The old man exclaimed as he took his seat at the table. “What is wrong with you?”
Richard Cypher turned to him with long face, if he was a pup, Zedd imagined that his ears and tail would be drooping right this moment. Then he turned away to look at the other side of the dining room, and the older man knew instantly what was wrong.
His grandson wasn’t exactly the hardest person to read, in fact he would go as far as to say that it was very easy to tell what he was feeling at any given moment.
From the moment that he told his grandson that they had some business to take care off in Stowecroft, Richard had been like a ten year old again, he was so excited. At first he thought that it was because he was looking forward to seeing his old home and perhaps some friends, but after a while he knew that there was only one thing that Richard wanted to see, or rather one person.
And not even half a candle mark into the town-gate he saw who it was. Of course, he remembered little Kahlan Amnell, and it didn’t take him long to recognize the little girl within the now beautiful young woman.
Even the look in his grandson’s eyes didn’t surprise him all that much. Richard had that starry eye look, like he was seeing the most beautiful thing in the world, and Zedd couldn’t really blame him.
And he looked over to where his grandson’s eyes were, and sighed quietly to himself, apparently he’s going to have to endure a lot more than a love sick Richard.
The young woods guide couldn’t take his eyes from that one particular table set in the less crowded corner of the inn, something that was rather amazing in and off itself, seeing how pack the dining room was.
He took in the way they sat next to each other instead of opposite side of the table. The way their bodies leaned toward one another. Suddenly he was not hungry anymore, despite the fact that they did not stop for lunch that day, with him being so excited to get back to Stowecroft.
He remembered Kahlan from when they were little and how they always played together. How even then he knew that she was the one. He was so certain, even with the long years apart that she would remember him. He did, after all recognized her right away, he imagined that she would know him as well, there was not a day went by that he didn't think about her.
Apparently, it was not the same for her. She clearly did not remembered him, at that moment he didn't let it bother him. He was here now, and there she was.
Until she looked past him to someone else.
Zedd kept quiet as he watched his grandson's shoulders drooped, he sighed to himself and took another bite of a mutton in his hand, lamenting that if Richard droop even more, his nose would end up in that good looking bowl of stew.
"Richard," he pat the boy on his back, "you should eat before it gets cold."
"Yeah."
Zedd nodded in a grandfatherly way and waved his hand to catch someone’s attention, he really wanted another bowl of the stew.
"What else can I get you," Rosa came up to them.
"Another one of these delicious stew, please." Zedd told her with a wide smile.
The inn proprietor nodded with a beaming smile, then she turned to the young man, noting the stew in front of him, untouched.
"Is something wrong with my cooking?" Really, maybe she should check if there was something wrong with the ingredients.
"It's fine." Richard replied listlessly, but he didn't look at her once, his eyes trained on the couple across the room.
"Beautiful couple, aren't they." Rosa, the inn’s owner beamed like a proud mama, the fact that the boy’s shoulders drooped even more did not seem to register in her mind. “I’m waiting for them to tie the knot,” she continued. “Any day now.”
“Can I have some more bread, too please.” Zedd asserted quickly, smiling at the plump woman.
“Of course,” jovially she picked up the empty bowl and moved away.
“My boy,” Zedd reached over and patted the boy’s shoulder sympathetically. If he droop anymore, Zedd thought, he might just end up face down in the bowl, and that would be such a waste.
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As it turned out as soon a they arrived back at the cabin, Cara's to be exact, Kahlan found herself being pressed against the door as soon as it closed. Warm, strong body pressed tight against her.
All thought of discussion fled her head when the blonde's full lips pressed possessively against her own. She'd missed this, missed having Cara so close to her that they practically existed in the same space.
Every time Cara left to hunt she felt this empty space inside her chest, and nothing she could do to make it go away, the ache and emptiness seemed greater everytime, and remained until the moment Cara was with her.
"Cara," Kahlan breathed, her head tilted back, the blonde took it as a permission and she licked and nibbed her way down toward her heaving cleavage. Pale skin was flushed the most attractive shades of red, and Cara was transfixed.
With practiced ease Cara unlaced her corset while she ranked her teeth down the collum of her neck, she spent a few long moment at the beating of the pulse in her neck. Sucking lightly, marking her.
Kahlan slipped a hand down the back of Cara's shirt, pressing her palm flat, feeling her fine muscles play against her hand. She moved her other hand upward, tangling her fingers in fine blonde hair. The blonde was leaving a trail of fire down her chest, with a tug, cara spilled her breasts to her waiting mouth.
"Cara... Ah!" Kahlan bit out a cry when sharp teeth closed over her sensitive nipple. "Cara... Bed," with difficulty she managed to say between panting and moaning. Her knees started to buckle, she didn’t think they could hold her up.
Cara dragged her tongue wetly between her cleavage, and stepped back, arms still holding Kahlan’s up.
She would’ve fallen, otherwise.
They managed to get to the bed without too much delay, clothing dropped on the floor piece by piece as they made their way across the cabin to the bedroom.
Kahlan threw her head back, her mouth open as she panted, she couldn't seem to get enough air into her lungs. Hot wet tongue laping at the hollow of her throat, the school teacher spread her legs wider, wanting more of Cara to fill her, and at the same time, she felt full, and tight. The blonde pressed close to her, their skins seemingly melt together, Kahlan reached down with one hand, her fingers gripping Cara's forearm, feeling the play of her muscles as she moved her fingers relentlessly in and out.
"Cara...spirits, Cara... Fa.. Faster, please, I'm..." Kahlan was babbling incoherently until the lithe blonde moved upward and took her mouth in a fierce kiss, swallowing every gasps and moans the brunette made.
With the tip of her fingers, Cara pressed upward to the one place where she knew would push Kahlan over the very edge she was tethering on, and for an endless moment her back arched up, her mouth -tore away from Cara with breathless moan-- open with a silent scream.
Cara smiled with satisfaction when she felt fingernails dig into her forearm, trying to keep her hand where it was. She waited until the brunette started breathing again before settled herself down beside her.
"Hi," Cara brushed damp hair away from her face.
Smile broke over Kahlan's face.
"I'm home."
That got a giggle out of her exhausted mate. "Welcome home." She said and pulled the grinning blonde in for a kiss.
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