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seriousficTitle: A Seeker’s Work Is Never Done
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,470
Author’s Notes: Written for the porn battle, prompt: blindfold.
Characters/Pairings: Richard/Kahlan
Summary: Even with Darken Rahl gone, Kahlan has a few more things to teach Richard.
Richard copied another line of Rahl’s parchment to the book for Zedd. With Rahl dead, his armies were disbanding and the Resistance was rounding up the war criminals, but there was still a lot of work to be done to make sure no one was tempted to take his place. Zedd had been most clear that it was incredibly important for Richard and Kahlan to go to Rahl’s private retreat in Dengar Mountain and copy down his diary.
So Richard waited until no one (read: Kahlan) was looking and leaned back, put his feet up on Rahl’s desk, and uncorked a bottle from Rahl’s vineyard that he’d hidden in a drawer. He just needed five minutes to rest his eyes before he got back to work, just five little minutes…
“Richard!” Kahlan shouted from somewhere in the manor.
Richard was immediately on his feet, grabbing his sword without looking for it and running down the mahogany floors until he skidded into Kahlan’s room. She didn’t look like she was in any danger. “What, what is it?” he asked, belatedly hiding the wine bottle behind his back.
“I just remembered, there was something about being the Seeker that neither Zedd or I ever taught you!”
“Can it… wait? I mean, I’ve been doing pretty well for myself without it. Haven’t I?”
“Put this on,” Kahlan said, passing him a blindfold. She took the wine bottle from him so he could have his hands free, although he could’ve sworn he heard her take a gulp as he tied the blindfold on. “Now follow me.”
“Is this really necessary… Kahlan?”
“Do you need time to take your shirt off?” Kahlan asked from the door.
Fighting the rise of a headache, Richard trudged after her. “It gets really hot training in a leather vest, I’ll have you know…” He stepped on something that felt like cloth. “Oh, spirits, did I step on your skirt?”
“Don’t worry, I’m not wearing it.”
Richard frowned at this as he followed Kahlan’s lilting voice. He was absolutely sure Kahlan had been wearing her Confessor dress, so there was really only one way it could have ended up on the floor.
“Stairs,” Kahlan’s disembodied voice take up ahead. “Take my hand.”
Richard did, although he deliberately reached further than where her hand would’ve been to touch… skin. On her upper body. Softer than her dress could ever hope to be. He jerked his hand back. “Sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it.” She firmly kneaded his hand into hers. “Come on, this way.”
He was being taken upstairs by a naked Confessor. All his thoughts were pointed in a presumptuous, impossible, offensive direction. Maybe this was someone using another magic mirror.
“Hey, Kahlan, remember that time we slew that dragon?”
“Richard, we’ve never slain a dragon.”
“Oh, yeah. Just making sure.” Smooth, Cypher.
“What? Do you think your Seeker test involves skinny-dipping?” Something that felt a lot like a hand brushed against his crotch.
“Ummm… test? Will it be hard?”
Kahlan giggled. She had a really nice giggle, but Richard was never going to understand women. Or Confessors. Or the Midlands. Usually he could ask Zedd to explain, but Zedd was off doing Richard-really-didn’t-want-to-know-what with Shota. And all the soldiers guarding Rahl’s retreat had gone home to be with their families. They were all alone, which Richard was beginning to think wasn’t a coincidence. He really hoped Kahlan wasn’t possessed by the ghost of an old Confessor or something.
“We’re here,” Kahlan said, letting go of his hand as they ascended onto the landing. She whistled, impressed. “I’ll say this for Rahl, he had great taste in décor. I think he missed his calling as an internal decorator.”
“Kahlan, are you feeling alright?”
“Richard.” She clapped his chest. “Relax. It’s over. Darken Rahl’s been defeated. It won’t last forever, but now is the time to enjoy the fruits of our labors.” She still hadn’t taken her hand off his chest. “Excuse me a moment.” She stepped away, boots clicking against the stone tiles until Richard heard bare feet padding. Spirits, was she wearing anything? He really wished he were sitting down so he could cross his legs. They were only friends, so why was it so easy for him to picture Kahlan naked? Or dressed as a Mord’Sith? Or dressed as a prostitute? Or bathing in plain sight? Or… whoa, really? He could probably write a book about naked Confessors.
“What are you thinking about?” Kahlan asked, a harsh metallic clink underlining her words.
“You,” Richard replied.
“I guess I should’ve expected that. You can take your blindfold off now.”
Richard knew you were supposed to untie blindfolds instead of rip them apart, but if asked, he would just say it was a Westland custom.
Kahlan was naked. Spectacularly, astonishingly, perfectly naked. And not at all embarrassed at him seeing her naked either. Hands on her hips in that authoritative pose he kinda doubted he’d be able to take seriously again, she said “Richard, you’re overdressed. The Seeker test must be taken in the nude!”
Richard was suddenly extremely self-conscious about being naked with her. She was a goddess, he was just a woods guide with a fancy sword. Nevertheless, he didn’t think it would be a good idea to argue. He balanced on one foot as he yanked off his boots.
It really was a nice bedroom. He tried to focus on that, since otherwise he’d never be able to get his pants off.
“So, uh, test. What’s it… entail? Besides the blindfold, and the being naked, and the… I’m really glad you’re giving me this test and not Zedd.”
“Aww, you’ll make me blush.” Hands clasped behind her hips (which was doing things to her cleavage that made Richard acutely aware of how long it’d been since he’d done anything to a girl besides look at them), Kahlan advanced on him. “This isn’t really a Seeker tenet, but good to know regardless. When a woman has a new piece of jewelry, a man should compliment her on it.”
“Jewelry?” Richard’s eyes darted down, remembering what Chase had told him about a few things, but Kahlan’s eyes widened at the implication. He jerked his stare back up. There, around her neck, almost hidden by her hair. A slim piece of metal, like a crown for her (swan-like, perfect, delicate) throat. “Is that a Rada’Han?”
“No. It’s much more comfortable. But it does keep control of my power… when I don’t want to be in control.”
“Oh. Oh!” Presumptuous, impossible, offensive. “So… speaking theoretically… we could…”
“Touch.” Kahlan tapped a finger over his throat. “I couldn’t Confess you if I wanted to. Which I might want to. After all, how many men would dare refuse a direct order from the Mother Confessor?”
“Umm, the, uhh… orders. Right.” He slipped off his belt. “I’m sorry, Kahlan. Won’t happen again.”
“See that it doesn’t,” Kahlan smirked. “Here, let me help you with that. A Seeker must never be too proud to accept help. You do the shirt and I’ll do the trousers.”
Richard had his shirt off almost as fast as Kahlan had his pants down. She came back up, actually licking his cock on the way, to lace her arms around his neck and walk backwards, leading him with her.
“Could you do that licking thing again?” Richard asked as politely as he could, smiling broadly. “That was good.”
“After the test.” There was a water-cup of grapes on a stand beside the bed. Kahlan grabbed one and held it to Richard’s lips, letting him feel the flavor of it. “As the Seeker, you’ll have to go to many different lands and experience their local customs. That includes food that may seem strange to you.”
She pushed the grape into his mouth and he bit down on it immediately. It burst between his teeth, its juice dripping from Kahlan’s finger as she reached for another grape. This time when she fed him, Richard let his teeth drag over her retreating finger before he bit down, chewing it slowly. Savoring it.
Kahlan picked up two grapes and ate them, the juice trickling down her chin and dripping onto her breasts. Then she grabbed his shoulders, the water on her fingers chilling him deliciously. She pushed him down to the ground, his knees striking the plush carpet. The curve of her hips, now on level with his face, engrossed him. Her legs, long and tapering like waterfalls, carried her next to him until her toes brushed his knees.
“You’ll have to learn to enjoy these delicacies, even the ones you’ve never tasted before.”
He got her meaning, but with his hunger aroused, he knew it would be better to cool off. He kissed her belly button, then ran his lips under the subtle lines of her pelvis, and then down one thigh and back up the other. She tasted sweet, her flesh puckering wherever his lips touched. She ate another grape, then, rolling one between her fingers, brought it down to eye-level so Richard was sure to notice it. She rubbed it over her sex, gasping as its cool roundness traipsed over her mons, her clit, her lips. When she offered it to Richard, he rolled it around with his tongue before biting into it.
“Tastes good.”
Before Richard could even wipe his mouth, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to his tongue. Kahlan wailed, and even more than that was the taste of her, heady and overwhelming, and even more than that was the feel of her, her buttocks buoyantly resisting the press of his fingers. Her hands locked on his hair and neck, pushing and guiding him until he knew he was doing just the right thing at exactly the right spot. For long minutes he explored with his hands and tongue, feeling all the places he’d seen and imagined, until Kahlan pulled away from him to fall on the bed, trembling, her sex glistening wetly.
“Richard… oh Richard…” she straightened her sweat-frazzled hair behind her back. “This is what I wanted, I just can’t hold myself up anymore.” She leaned against a bedpost. “This is a very soft bed.”
He lunged at her so fast he knocked the grapes over, pressing her to the sheets in an explosion of motion and hair. The bed jerked to the side a few inches as they rolled, Kahlan finally forcing herself on top. Richard devoured her with his mouth and hands and eyes. She keened as he sucked on her left breast, his big hands so eager to explore her body that she had to caress her right breast herself. His eyes fell on her long fingers stroking down the weight of her mammary and along the nipple. Then his teeth gritted at her left nipple in the same pattern as she tweaked the right.
“You’re so… wet,” Richard muttered. His hand had settled between her legs.
“Yes, well, thank you.” Kahlan moaned as his hand did more than settle. “Thank you…”
“Wait,” Richard said, canting his head up in his traditional befuddlement, the kind that could only be resolved by him satisfying his curiosity. Usually Zedd handled that, but this one Kahlan would be happy to field herself.
“Yesss?” Kahlan moaned, flopping onto her back.
“I’m the Seeker.”
“Yes, you’re my Seeker.” She took one muscular leg in her hands and urged it over her waist.
“And you pledged your loyalty to me,” Richard said, careless of how he straddled her.
“I’m sworn to your service.” Kahlan pulled him down with fingernails hooked into his broad shoulders.
“Which means you have to do what I say.”
“Anything you want,” Kahlan breathed, her sex pulsing against his thigh. She reached down, grabbed his cock, gave it an insistent jerk, and was satisfied to see that register on Richard’s face. His eyes practically rolled back in his head as she stroked him.
“So what if I told you…” He closed his eyes, forcing himself to concentrate. “To tell me…” Kahlan cupped his balls in his other hands. He squeezed his eyelids, redoubling his concentration. “How you feel about me?” he finished, opening his eyes in triumph.
Kahlan stroked his cock in one hand and gently squeezed his testicles with the other. “Isn’t it obvious at this point?”
“I like hearing you say it. That’s the only thing left that keeps this from being perfect.” He leaned down to kiss her, not lustily as he had before, but slow and lovingly. “Here, I’ll go first. I love you, Kahlan.”
She smiled up at him adoringly. “I love you too. But need I remind you that a Seeker’s job is to serve his people?”
“Oh, I intend to.” He thrust into her, squeezing his eyes shut once more against the onslaught of pleasure. He didn’t know how it was in the Midlands, but in Westland it was considered impolite to come on the first thrust. No matter how fucking good it felt…
Kahlan threw her head back in rapture. Richard slid into her, deeper and deeper, until the only thing that could stop her keening was his mouth pressed against hers. He kissed her desperately, but had to break away from her to scream when she wrapped her legs around his waist and forced him deeper.
“Don’t you stop!” she cried, pulling him back against her to kiss his neck and shoulders.
“Don’t think I can…”
Kahlan laid back, just letting Richard take what he wanted from her. She didn’t think she could survive anything more. Later, she’d show him how to be ridden and take him in her mouth and let him sample her delicacies once more, this time with dessert. For now, she just held on. There was great fun in feeling the different parts of his musculature thrum and strain as he thrust into her, each one more sweaty and powerful than the last.
Kahlan felt her first orgasm consume her, burning her away in the sweet release of the power she had to hold back all her life… safely venting into the cool metal at her throat. Richard noticed in some preternatural way, cocking his head like an animal hearing a predator’s approach.
Kahlan stroked his face, utterly pleased. “It worked,” she said, breathlessly serene.
“Then you just… lost control?”
Taking one of his callused hands in both of hers, she guided it down to feel her painfully erect clit and the fresh wetness dotting her thighs.
Richard smiled joyously. “That’s great!” He kissed her in celebration, the same pure, friendly joy as when he wrapped her up in a bear-hug. Which didn’t sound so bad at the moment. His eyebrows pursed with scandalous intent. “So can we… keep going?”
“Richard, a Seeker must never give up on a quest.”
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,470
Author’s Notes: Written for the porn battle, prompt: blindfold.
Characters/Pairings: Richard/Kahlan
Summary: Even with Darken Rahl gone, Kahlan has a few more things to teach Richard.
Richard copied another line of Rahl’s parchment to the book for Zedd. With Rahl dead, his armies were disbanding and the Resistance was rounding up the war criminals, but there was still a lot of work to be done to make sure no one was tempted to take his place. Zedd had been most clear that it was incredibly important for Richard and Kahlan to go to Rahl’s private retreat in Dengar Mountain and copy down his diary.
So Richard waited until no one (read: Kahlan) was looking and leaned back, put his feet up on Rahl’s desk, and uncorked a bottle from Rahl’s vineyard that he’d hidden in a drawer. He just needed five minutes to rest his eyes before he got back to work, just five little minutes…
“Richard!” Kahlan shouted from somewhere in the manor.
Richard was immediately on his feet, grabbing his sword without looking for it and running down the mahogany floors until he skidded into Kahlan’s room. She didn’t look like she was in any danger. “What, what is it?” he asked, belatedly hiding the wine bottle behind his back.
“I just remembered, there was something about being the Seeker that neither Zedd or I ever taught you!”
“Can it… wait? I mean, I’ve been doing pretty well for myself without it. Haven’t I?”
“Put this on,” Kahlan said, passing him a blindfold. She took the wine bottle from him so he could have his hands free, although he could’ve sworn he heard her take a gulp as he tied the blindfold on. “Now follow me.”
“Is this really necessary… Kahlan?”
“Do you need time to take your shirt off?” Kahlan asked from the door.
Fighting the rise of a headache, Richard trudged after her. “It gets really hot training in a leather vest, I’ll have you know…” He stepped on something that felt like cloth. “Oh, spirits, did I step on your skirt?”
“Don’t worry, I’m not wearing it.”
Richard frowned at this as he followed Kahlan’s lilting voice. He was absolutely sure Kahlan had been wearing her Confessor dress, so there was really only one way it could have ended up on the floor.
“Stairs,” Kahlan’s disembodied voice take up ahead. “Take my hand.”
Richard did, although he deliberately reached further than where her hand would’ve been to touch… skin. On her upper body. Softer than her dress could ever hope to be. He jerked his hand back. “Sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it.” She firmly kneaded his hand into hers. “Come on, this way.”
He was being taken upstairs by a naked Confessor. All his thoughts were pointed in a presumptuous, impossible, offensive direction. Maybe this was someone using another magic mirror.
“Hey, Kahlan, remember that time we slew that dragon?”
“Richard, we’ve never slain a dragon.”
“Oh, yeah. Just making sure.” Smooth, Cypher.
“What? Do you think your Seeker test involves skinny-dipping?” Something that felt a lot like a hand brushed against his crotch.
“Ummm… test? Will it be hard?”
Kahlan giggled. She had a really nice giggle, but Richard was never going to understand women. Or Confessors. Or the Midlands. Usually he could ask Zedd to explain, but Zedd was off doing Richard-really-didn’t-want-to-know-what with Shota. And all the soldiers guarding Rahl’s retreat had gone home to be with their families. They were all alone, which Richard was beginning to think wasn’t a coincidence. He really hoped Kahlan wasn’t possessed by the ghost of an old Confessor or something.
“We’re here,” Kahlan said, letting go of his hand as they ascended onto the landing. She whistled, impressed. “I’ll say this for Rahl, he had great taste in décor. I think he missed his calling as an internal decorator.”
“Kahlan, are you feeling alright?”
“Richard.” She clapped his chest. “Relax. It’s over. Darken Rahl’s been defeated. It won’t last forever, but now is the time to enjoy the fruits of our labors.” She still hadn’t taken her hand off his chest. “Excuse me a moment.” She stepped away, boots clicking against the stone tiles until Richard heard bare feet padding. Spirits, was she wearing anything? He really wished he were sitting down so he could cross his legs. They were only friends, so why was it so easy for him to picture Kahlan naked? Or dressed as a Mord’Sith? Or dressed as a prostitute? Or bathing in plain sight? Or… whoa, really? He could probably write a book about naked Confessors.
“What are you thinking about?” Kahlan asked, a harsh metallic clink underlining her words.
“You,” Richard replied.
“I guess I should’ve expected that. You can take your blindfold off now.”
Richard knew you were supposed to untie blindfolds instead of rip them apart, but if asked, he would just say it was a Westland custom.
Kahlan was naked. Spectacularly, astonishingly, perfectly naked. And not at all embarrassed at him seeing her naked either. Hands on her hips in that authoritative pose he kinda doubted he’d be able to take seriously again, she said “Richard, you’re overdressed. The Seeker test must be taken in the nude!”
Richard was suddenly extremely self-conscious about being naked with her. She was a goddess, he was just a woods guide with a fancy sword. Nevertheless, he didn’t think it would be a good idea to argue. He balanced on one foot as he yanked off his boots.
It really was a nice bedroom. He tried to focus on that, since otherwise he’d never be able to get his pants off.
“So, uh, test. What’s it… entail? Besides the blindfold, and the being naked, and the… I’m really glad you’re giving me this test and not Zedd.”
“Aww, you’ll make me blush.” Hands clasped behind her hips (which was doing things to her cleavage that made Richard acutely aware of how long it’d been since he’d done anything to a girl besides look at them), Kahlan advanced on him. “This isn’t really a Seeker tenet, but good to know regardless. When a woman has a new piece of jewelry, a man should compliment her on it.”
“Jewelry?” Richard’s eyes darted down, remembering what Chase had told him about a few things, but Kahlan’s eyes widened at the implication. He jerked his stare back up. There, around her neck, almost hidden by her hair. A slim piece of metal, like a crown for her (swan-like, perfect, delicate) throat. “Is that a Rada’Han?”
“No. It’s much more comfortable. But it does keep control of my power… when I don’t want to be in control.”
“Oh. Oh!” Presumptuous, impossible, offensive. “So… speaking theoretically… we could…”
“Touch.” Kahlan tapped a finger over his throat. “I couldn’t Confess you if I wanted to. Which I might want to. After all, how many men would dare refuse a direct order from the Mother Confessor?”
“Umm, the, uhh… orders. Right.” He slipped off his belt. “I’m sorry, Kahlan. Won’t happen again.”
“See that it doesn’t,” Kahlan smirked. “Here, let me help you with that. A Seeker must never be too proud to accept help. You do the shirt and I’ll do the trousers.”
Richard had his shirt off almost as fast as Kahlan had his pants down. She came back up, actually licking his cock on the way, to lace her arms around his neck and walk backwards, leading him with her.
“Could you do that licking thing again?” Richard asked as politely as he could, smiling broadly. “That was good.”
“After the test.” There was a water-cup of grapes on a stand beside the bed. Kahlan grabbed one and held it to Richard’s lips, letting him feel the flavor of it. “As the Seeker, you’ll have to go to many different lands and experience their local customs. That includes food that may seem strange to you.”
She pushed the grape into his mouth and he bit down on it immediately. It burst between his teeth, its juice dripping from Kahlan’s finger as she reached for another grape. This time when she fed him, Richard let his teeth drag over her retreating finger before he bit down, chewing it slowly. Savoring it.
Kahlan picked up two grapes and ate them, the juice trickling down her chin and dripping onto her breasts. Then she grabbed his shoulders, the water on her fingers chilling him deliciously. She pushed him down to the ground, his knees striking the plush carpet. The curve of her hips, now on level with his face, engrossed him. Her legs, long and tapering like waterfalls, carried her next to him until her toes brushed his knees.
“You’ll have to learn to enjoy these delicacies, even the ones you’ve never tasted before.”
He got her meaning, but with his hunger aroused, he knew it would be better to cool off. He kissed her belly button, then ran his lips under the subtle lines of her pelvis, and then down one thigh and back up the other. She tasted sweet, her flesh puckering wherever his lips touched. She ate another grape, then, rolling one between her fingers, brought it down to eye-level so Richard was sure to notice it. She rubbed it over her sex, gasping as its cool roundness traipsed over her mons, her clit, her lips. When she offered it to Richard, he rolled it around with his tongue before biting into it.
“Tastes good.”
Before Richard could even wipe his mouth, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to his tongue. Kahlan wailed, and even more than that was the taste of her, heady and overwhelming, and even more than that was the feel of her, her buttocks buoyantly resisting the press of his fingers. Her hands locked on his hair and neck, pushing and guiding him until he knew he was doing just the right thing at exactly the right spot. For long minutes he explored with his hands and tongue, feeling all the places he’d seen and imagined, until Kahlan pulled away from him to fall on the bed, trembling, her sex glistening wetly.
“Richard… oh Richard…” she straightened her sweat-frazzled hair behind her back. “This is what I wanted, I just can’t hold myself up anymore.” She leaned against a bedpost. “This is a very soft bed.”
He lunged at her so fast he knocked the grapes over, pressing her to the sheets in an explosion of motion and hair. The bed jerked to the side a few inches as they rolled, Kahlan finally forcing herself on top. Richard devoured her with his mouth and hands and eyes. She keened as he sucked on her left breast, his big hands so eager to explore her body that she had to caress her right breast herself. His eyes fell on her long fingers stroking down the weight of her mammary and along the nipple. Then his teeth gritted at her left nipple in the same pattern as she tweaked the right.
“You’re so… wet,” Richard muttered. His hand had settled between her legs.
“Yes, well, thank you.” Kahlan moaned as his hand did more than settle. “Thank you…”
“Wait,” Richard said, canting his head up in his traditional befuddlement, the kind that could only be resolved by him satisfying his curiosity. Usually Zedd handled that, but this one Kahlan would be happy to field herself.
“Yesss?” Kahlan moaned, flopping onto her back.
“I’m the Seeker.”
“Yes, you’re my Seeker.” She took one muscular leg in her hands and urged it over her waist.
“And you pledged your loyalty to me,” Richard said, careless of how he straddled her.
“I’m sworn to your service.” Kahlan pulled him down with fingernails hooked into his broad shoulders.
“Which means you have to do what I say.”
“Anything you want,” Kahlan breathed, her sex pulsing against his thigh. She reached down, grabbed his cock, gave it an insistent jerk, and was satisfied to see that register on Richard’s face. His eyes practically rolled back in his head as she stroked him.
“So what if I told you…” He closed his eyes, forcing himself to concentrate. “To tell me…” Kahlan cupped his balls in his other hands. He squeezed his eyelids, redoubling his concentration. “How you feel about me?” he finished, opening his eyes in triumph.
Kahlan stroked his cock in one hand and gently squeezed his testicles with the other. “Isn’t it obvious at this point?”
“I like hearing you say it. That’s the only thing left that keeps this from being perfect.” He leaned down to kiss her, not lustily as he had before, but slow and lovingly. “Here, I’ll go first. I love you, Kahlan.”
She smiled up at him adoringly. “I love you too. But need I remind you that a Seeker’s job is to serve his people?”
“Oh, I intend to.” He thrust into her, squeezing his eyes shut once more against the onslaught of pleasure. He didn’t know how it was in the Midlands, but in Westland it was considered impolite to come on the first thrust. No matter how fucking good it felt…
Kahlan threw her head back in rapture. Richard slid into her, deeper and deeper, until the only thing that could stop her keening was his mouth pressed against hers. He kissed her desperately, but had to break away from her to scream when she wrapped her legs around his waist and forced him deeper.
“Don’t you stop!” she cried, pulling him back against her to kiss his neck and shoulders.
“Don’t think I can…”
Kahlan laid back, just letting Richard take what he wanted from her. She didn’t think she could survive anything more. Later, she’d show him how to be ridden and take him in her mouth and let him sample her delicacies once more, this time with dessert. For now, she just held on. There was great fun in feeling the different parts of his musculature thrum and strain as he thrust into her, each one more sweaty and powerful than the last.
Kahlan felt her first orgasm consume her, burning her away in the sweet release of the power she had to hold back all her life… safely venting into the cool metal at her throat. Richard noticed in some preternatural way, cocking his head like an animal hearing a predator’s approach.
Kahlan stroked his face, utterly pleased. “It worked,” she said, breathlessly serene.
“Then you just… lost control?”
Taking one of his callused hands in both of hers, she guided it down to feel her painfully erect clit and the fresh wetness dotting her thighs.
Richard smiled joyously. “That’s great!” He kissed her in celebration, the same pure, friendly joy as when he wrapped her up in a bear-hug. Which didn’t sound so bad at the moment. His eyebrows pursed with scandalous intent. “So can we… keep going?”
“Richard, a Seeker must never give up on a quest.”
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Date: 2009-06-22 05:22 pm (UTC)Sooo Richard :D
Amazing writing, and simply oozing le secks. I think I just fell in love with this connivingSeductive!Kahlan :) I'm amazed Richard had the self-control not to come even when he realized Kahlan did. OH, WHAT A GUY<3333333
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Date: 2011-02-06 08:51 pm (UTC)All for one and one for all.