The (potentially) Great LotS Spooning Commentfic Meme

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In an uncertain world, where everyday we run the risk of rogue pulsars and (worse) cancellation, who couldn't use a pick-me-up? Thus, The (potentially) Great LotS Spooning Commentfic Meme. The LotS is short for Legend of the Seeker.

I know what you're thinking. "Fucking commentfics, how do they work?" It's so simple, a Twihard could do it.

Step 1. Think up a prompt conductive to spooning. Any pairing, any subject, even RPF or gen if you're into that sort of thing. Then put it in a comment, like so.

"Richard/Kahlan, Prompt: Iron Man AU."

Or...

"Subject: Cara/Kahlan

Cara is really happy that the Night Wisp survived, but she doesn't know how to express it. Then, in the middle of the night, Kahlan feels someone snuggling with her..."

Step 2. Look at the other prompts and think 'which of these makes me really want to write about people spooning?' Then write that. If it's too long for a comment, post the continuation under the first comment or post it on your journal and comment with a link.

Step 3. Profit RENEWAL.

We good? Then let's get spoonin'!

Comments

[morgenwrites.livejournal.com]

Ooh, ooh, OK, I think this is a BRILLIANT idea for my happiness and sanity.

Prompt: Richard/Kahlan - After the Cave Scene (!!!) from Eternity, Kahlan is off trying to sleep sadly on her own. Richard decides that spooning would make it all better, and he is right!

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The cave seemed even more cold and dark with Richard on the other side of the fire, quiet and still, saying nothing. There was nothing he could say, not when she'd pulled away from him just when she should have been leaning closer. But Kahlan had been right about other things as well, like how easy it would be to slip, to fall into temptation and drag Richard down with her. She loved him too much for that, but still...

She shivered, drawing her knees up to her chest and pulling the thin blanket closer.

Richard shifted behind her, the noise subtly echoing in the hollowness of the cave. She opened her eyes and stared out into the darkness, listening for the soft sounds of his presence, comforting even with the distance between them. Here came the scrape of his boot against the rock; there the shift of fabric as he moved into a more comfortable position. All of them told her he was there, right beside her, but still she felt the weight of his absence; it was heavier than any amount of rock towering above them.

She closed her eyes, her fingers curling into her blanket, and shivered again.

There was a soft shhhing sound as Richard poked at the dying fire and she turned her heard slightly, opening her eyes to watch the sparks spiralling overhead.

"You looked cold," Richard said, the sounds of his voice drifting out of the darkness. It didn't startle her; it couldn't, not when every part of her was aware that he was there.

She didn't answer him, not at first. She didn't look at him either, her eyes following one glowing light as it spun upwards, higher and higher, driven by the heat of the fire. If it drifted too close, she'd burn. She needed to remember that.

"I'm fine," she said eventually, and her voice didn't echo. Instead it seemed swallowed by the depths of the cave, drowned out by the silence around them. "We shouldn't use all of the wood."

She hadn't meant it to sound like a rebuke but perhaps that was how Richard took it, because he once again lapsed into silence. And then he said, "You're right." Of course she was.

But that didn't make it easy.

She closed her eyes again, once more listening to the soft sounds as he moved. She didn't want to miss any of it, not when it was the only part of Richard she could allow herself when the ever-present night pressed in on her and stole her resolve. It would be too easy to turn to him in the darkness and hope it hid away everything she couldn't afford to let him see.

His boot scraped against rock again, much closer this time; she flinched at the sound, her eyes flying open. The shape of his body blocked out the light from the fire and she watched his shadow wavering against the wall, her fingers uncurling, reaching out as though she could touch that when she couldn't risk touching him. His shadow leant down when he did, and so she expected the weight of his thin blanket joining her own.

"Richard..."

"Shh." She watched his shadow shrink even further as he sank down beside her, the weight of his arm coming to rest across her waist. "It's all right, Kahlan." His arm lifted again and she turned her head, biting back on the urge to catch hold of his hand, pull him closer. But instead his fingers reached up to trace along her hairline, brushing her hair back from her face in that gentle way he had. It took everything she had not to lean into his touch; more than she had and she swayed, undone.

He pulled his fingers away again before she could stumble, but his arm settled back across her waist, pulling her closer to him. "If you don't want me to build up the fire, then I'll have to find other ways to keep you warm."

She should be stronger than this, strong enough to bear the cold; it was better than letting the fire consume them both. But she couldn't find the strength to push him away, not when his body was curled around her, warm and solid and there in a way she'd never known she needed until she'd met him.

"Richard..."

"Go to sleep, Kahlan." Maybe she imagined it, but she thought she felt his lips brush across her neck, and that stole away the last of her strength. She closed her eyes and listened to his breathing evening out behind her. Only when she was sure he was asleep did she let the darkness pull her down.

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Cara/Dahlia. Spooning on a stormy night at the Mord'Sith temple.

Cara/Kahlan. Huddling together for warmth.

[ivanolix.livejournal.com]

Cara/Dahlia. Spooning on a stormy night at the Mord'Sith temple.

"Well, isn't this special," Cara said, her dark syrupy tone dripping from each word as she swung over to the broad bed. Looking as confident as if she was clad in full armor, rather than simply her own milky-golden skin, she let her fingers trail up the length of the mattress with dry amusement in her gaze.

Dahlia, pale skin shining in the moonlight, leaned over onto one elbow and gave her a firm look. "There's no need to mock. It was you who broke my bed."

"And so because of your own poor taste in furniture, you decided to impose yourself on your mistress?" Cara let each word fall precisely, and swung one knee up onto the bed beside her.

Dahlia reached out one finger, letting her nail mark a straight line between Cara's full breasts, the moonlight casting them into beautiful shadowy forms. "You don't mind," she said in a full whisper, eyes holding Cara's.

Cara didn’t break the gaze for a moment, then reached out to grasp Dahlia's bold hand. Dahlia's slight gasp of surprise made Cara's lips quirk as she rolled the dark-haired woman and pinned her hand above her head on the pillow. Her body stretched out, back facing Cara, Dahlia laughed under her breath. "I will, of course, accept any punishment, my mistress."

Cara slid her body into the bed, fingers still wrapped around Dahlia's wrist to hold her loosely in place. Her other arm brushed around Dahlia, fingers caressing her lips, neck, breasts, and stopping teasingly just at her stomach. "Sleep, Dahlia," she said, in a musical whisper, even as her fingers drew tiny circles on Dahlia's stomach to make her thighs clench. She pressed her body against Dahlia's, letting her wrist loose and drawing her into her arms, chin resting in the crook of Dahlia's neck and legs tangling possessively.

"You're a cruel mistress," Dahlia murmured, even as she settled back against Cara’s strong full curves.

"And you love it," Cara whispered back, kissing her neck and holding her close. Her hand found Dahlia's, and she pressed the hand against Dahlia’s heart. With Cara's arm embracing her, they fell asleep. But Cara was not as cruel as she could be—she had delicious plans for the morning.

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Prompt: Cara/Kahlan. Cara does not know what to do with all of these NEW EXPERIENCES and "EMOTIONS."

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"Kahlan. I don't feel well."

Kahlan rolled over to see a surprising look of fear in the eyes of the Mord'Sith lying next to her.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Kahlan sat up, trying to control the panic creeping into her own voice. Cara's breathing had gotten ragged and she was clutching her chest with one hand, but didn't answer. "Cara, please just tell me," Kahlan pleaded, regaining control of her own voice's tone. She placed a comforting hand on Cara's arm.

"My chest hurts. It's like... inside, it feels like there's too much pressure..." Cara trailed off, still breathing heavily. Kahlan noticed the tears that were beginning to collect in her eyes. "I was thinking about that night wisp who died, and how she won't be there for all of her children, and now I feel... strange..."

Kahlan tried desperately to hide the smile that tugged on the corners of her mouth. Rubbing her hand up and down Cara's side, she felt a tugging sensation in her own heart. "Sad. You feel sad, Cara."

Cara looked up at Kahlan with pleading eyes, and Kahlan thought she'd never looked more like a child. "What do I do? How do I make it stop? I can't sleep..."

"Just try to take a deep breath," Kahlan answered, scooting her bedroll so that it was flush against Cara's. She could hear Cara struggle to slow her breathing, but eventually she settled. "Now, turn on your other side."

Cara had no idea how that was supposed to help, but something about Kahlan's soothing tone made her acquiesce. She suddenly felt Kahlan's form against her back, close and warm. "What are you doing?"

Kahlan finally allowed herself to smile as she pressed her face into Cara's neck. "Showing you how to help a friend who's not feeling well," she answered, placing her hand over Cara's, which still lay across her heart.

Cara was quiet, but Kahlan thought she heard a small sniffle. "You'll be okay, Cara. I know these are probably unfamiliar feelings for you... you just need to acknowledge them, let yourself feel them, and then they will pass."

Sighing, Cara noted that the pains in her chest were gradually starting to lessen. Obviously Kahlan had a lot of experience with this business of... emotions. Slowly, Cara moved her hand from its place against her chest and intertwined her fingers with Kahlan's. She listened to Kahlan's soft, even breathing until she drifted off to sleep at last.


[Uh, I hope you like it, lol! Wrote this completely off the top of my head, but that's comment!fic for ya. And, um, this turned out much less cracky than I had originally envisioned, oops. ;)]

[borg9of9235.livejournal.com]

Heh. Profit gnomes.

Cara/Kahlan
Prompt:
Step 1 - Steal Underwear
Step 3 - Profit Spooning

[potatoko.livejournal.com]

Cara/Khalan: oxygen deprivation has a strange effect on the Mord'Sith.

Cara/Dahlia: Cara imparts her newfound understanding of human behaviour. (Read: snuggles)

The Confessor/Khalan/Richard: The Confessor is the big spoon?

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Cara/Dahlia: Cara imparts her newfound understanding of human behaviour. (Read: snuggles)

Dahlia wasn't sure she liked this new Lord Rahl, and his far-too-easy pace on this trip. Nor how Cara didn't counteract him. But when she opened her mouth to speak, she saw the unsure look on the Mother Confessor's face as she gazed on Dahlia, and remembered Cara's words. Biting her tongue for the sake of her duty, she turned and grudgingly laid out her pack on the turf.

She knew it was Cara coming up behind her before the blonde spoke. "Questioning the Lord Rahl, Dahlia?"

Dahlia gave her a glittering look. "No more than you, Cara."

She had the audacity to smirk back. "It is allowed to tease, when the Lord Rahl's infinite wisdom lacks common sense."

Dahlia put a hand to her hip. "Cara."

But Cara's mouth spread in a slow smile, and she pushed at Dahlia's hips, glancing down at her leathers. "Relax, Dahlia, you will get used to him. And also to these long nights, too long for sleep alone." Her head tipped suggestively to one side.

Dahlia exhaled and that was enough for Cara to know that she'd won.

Since there was no clear opportunity for anything special that night, Dahlia expected the two of them to sleep back-to-back. With the Lord Rahl and his Confessor still on edge around her, Cara had been mildly defensive, body tight as a newly strung bow. For all that she wouldn't admit it, Dahlia found it endearing, like the powerful protective leader Cara had once been.

But as the fire died, and Dahlia set her agiels beneath her pillow and prepared to sleep, she felt Cara's presence grow nearer.

"Are you asleep?" Cara asked under her breath, hand on Dahlia's hip.

Confused, Dahlia rolled to face Cara, wondering if she'd changed her mind about a more pleasurable evening. With the wizard on watch, and the terrain not conducive, she had no idea how Cara could do it—but the woman was nothing if not resourceful.

Yet Cara just moved close and rested her arm around the small of Dahlia's back.

"What is it?" Dahlia asked.

"I'm glad you're with us," Cara said in a low voice.

Dahlia eyed her for a moment, then answered, "I'm not unhappy that I came." She knew Cara would understand. Then, ready for sleep, she rolled back towards the fire.

Cara slid closer, though, not letting her arm fall away from Dahlia. With a small hum, as if of satisfaction, Cara curled herself against Dahlia with her arm around her.

Dahlia wanted to frown at the soft move, not a loving ownership but instead a shared comfort. It was not the Mord'Sith way. But Cara breathed out, the warm air tickling at Dahlia's ear, and so Dahlia let the air leave her lungs in a long sigh.

When her eyelids dropped shut, she could hear the familiar hum of her agiels beneath her pillow, and the warm beat of Cara's heart at her back. Cara held her close, and it might be dangerously human. But Dahlia could think of many worse things.

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Kahlan/Richard "Do I know you?" An AU where they met before they were a Seeker and a Conffesor.

Deja Vu

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As he was walking through the town not really doing anything Richard noticed something. Across the square he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He didn’t think that he knew her because he was sure he would never forget this woman however there was something familiar about her. Like he had seen her before, maybe in his dreams. He knew that he had to meet her, talk to her, because the moment he saw her he knew that she was the one for him.
He made his way toward her contemplating his first move when she looked right into his eyes and smiled. The look she had on her face reinforced what Richard already suspected that he knew her but he didn’t know how it was possible. “Do I know you from somewhere,” was what he asked her.
“No. I don’t think so,” she replied, “but you seem so familiar. I think that I have dreamt about you. I know that must sound silly.”
“No, that’s not silly at all. In fact I was just thinking the same thing. My name is Richard. What is yours?”
“Kahlan,” she answered shyly.
“Kahlan that is a beautiful name.”
“Thank you Richard,” she said while staring deeply into his big brown eyes.
They walked for a while and talked for a while until it started to get dark. “Let me walk you home,” Richard said.
“Alright,” Kahlan said with a smile.
It wasn’t long before the skies opened up and it started to pour. They were about a league from town and a league from Kahlan’s house. It wouldn’t do them any good to keep going in this rain so Richard, being the woodsman that he is pulled Kahlan into the shelter of a wayward pine. “We will be dry in here until the rain stops.”
There wasn’t any wood to make a fire and they didn’t have any blankets so it wasn’t long before Kahlan was starting to shiver. Richard was cold too but he was more concerned about her. He had only just met her yet he felt like he had known her for his entire life. Rationalizing that it was to keep her warm and not because he desperately wanted to touch her he got up and sat down next to Kahlan.
She welcomed his warmth and was glad that he had come to sit by her. She let him know that it was okay by putting her arm around his shoulders and leaning her head into his chest. Noticing how she was beginning to drift into unconsciousness Richard pulled her close to himself as he lay down. Kahlan smiled when Richard laid her on the ground and pulled himself close to her. As he fell asleep he could think of nothing except the beautiful woman in his arms and what the future might have in store for them.
THE END
(I hope that you like it cause I wrote it really fast at 1AM and I know that my title sucks but like I said it's 1AM)

[ivanolix.livejournal.com]

Cara/Dahlia - Mord'Sith temple pool

Cara/Kahlan - Cara's not sure how to comfort Kahlan while Richard's gone...

A Mord'Sith's Gotta Do, What a Mord'Sith's Gotta Do

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Cara/Kahlan - Cara's not sure how to comfort Kahlan while Richard's gone...

Cara’s eyes opened suddenly and her heart spiked in her chest, sending a shot of adrenaline through her system. She sat up quickly, eyes wide and alert as her hand reached to the side and gripped her agiel. Within seconds she was on her feet, body tense and still as she listened and tried to identify the threat that had awoken her.

A soft sound reached her ears and Cara turned sharply to the side. Her eyes landed on Kahlan’s restlessly slumbering form. A weary sigh emerged from Cara’s throat as she looked over at the Mother Confessor. Cara breathed in and out deeply trying to slow the rapid beating of her heart as she forced her muscles to relax.

There was no threat. There was only Kahlan having bad dreams again.

A mewling sound reached Cara’s ears and Cara frowned, watching Kahlan as she twisted and turned on her bedroll, no doubt in the throes of yet another nightmare about what was happening to Richard.

Cara’s jaw clenched. Kahlan’s distress irritated her. She didn’t understand Kahlan’s fear. Richard was locked away in a magical palace and protected by the powerful Sisters of the Light. He was far safer with the Sisters than he ever was on the road. It made no sense to Cara that when they were daily encountering banelings and fighting rogue bands of D’Haran soldiers Kahlan slept like a baby, yet now, when Richard was actually out of harm’s way Kahlan tossed and turned like a small child who had been told stories about Schadrin’s right before bed.

Kahlan made another distressed sound and Cara bit down on her bottom lip, worrying it as she gazed at the Mother Confessor.

Cara knew that she was not going to be able to sleep with Kahlan making such noises all night, and she knew that Kahlan would not stop making them if simply left to her own devices. For the past two nights Cara had been awoken again and again by the Mother Confessor’s noises of distress, and on both those occasions Kahlan had carried on until daylight came.

The thought came to Cara that she could move her bedroll further away from Kahlan until she was unable to hear the brunette snivelling in her sleep, but she quickly put the idea out of her mind. With Zedd away she didn’t like the idea of being so far away from Kahlan. It was unlikely they would be attacked in the middle of the night, but if they were the extra distance Cara put between her and Kahlan to sleep could be the difference between life and death, and she had promised Lord Rahl she would keep the Mother Confessor safe.

Distractedly Cara’s fingers ran across the length of her agiel, while her keen eyes watched Kahlan shift restlessly once more and murmur something under her breath as her face contorted with worry.

Cara’s jaw clenched and her head turned to the left and then the right, searching the darkness around her helplessly for a moment. Kahlan had been exhausted for the past few days. She slept during the night, but she did not rest and she woke up more tired and run down than she had been before she had gone to sleep. It was important that they keep their pace up, but Cara had had to slow down earlier that day so that the exhausted Mother Confessor could keep up. Slowing down any more was unacceptable, but Kahlan would not be able to maintain a tolerable pace if she did not get some rest.

The Mord’Sith had no love for magic or wizards, but at that moment Cara wished that Zedd was present so that he could have waved his hands over Kahlan’s body and spelled her to sleep. However, Zedd wasn’t present which left Cara the task of trying to figure out how to soothe Kahlan enough that she could rest.

Kahlan made another embarrassingly pathetic sound and suddenly Cara knew exactly what Richard would do to comfort the brunette.

Cara’s lip curled up and she grimaced.


continued at my journal because TL;WF (Too Long; Wouldn't Fit)

[commoncomitatus]

Never contributed prompts to one of these before, so here's hoping this is okay...


Cara/Dahlia, 2x20 - Dahlia tends to Cara after she's trained with the super agiel of underworld superness.

Cara/Kahlan, early S2 - Cara misses her sisters, and Kahlan is the only available substitute.

[dasku.livejournal.com]

Cara/Kahlan - It's very cold á la R/C in Reckoning, body heat must be shared and Cara mentions kissing Richard once. Kahlan asks Cara about sex.

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Richard and Kahlan are so good at the on-screen "Yay, you're alive!" smoochies, so how 'bout some off-screen "Yay, you're alive!" spoonage.

Here with you Part 1

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Kahlan didn't remember it happening. It'd been a fight like any other, Richard's anger, Cara's glee, then a D'Haran had been in front of her and the next thing she knew, she could look over her shoulder and see a blade protruding from her.

Cara was good with wounds… an interrogator would have to be… but the whole thing that kept her going through the pain of the sword coming out and Cara cauterizing the wound was Richard's hand in hers. Then there'd been the pained fever dream of him carrying her to town, and the healer had made her chew on some leaves, and then she'd finally been able to fall asleep.

It was funny, she'd been in so many battles and trained so hard, but that was the only time she'd really faced death.

The healer said she was lucky. The sword had missed her vital organs and Zedd's magic was pulling her body together anyway, so all she needed to do was rest and let the spell do its work. She probably wouldn't even had a scar.

Still. Kahlan hated the way she'd made Richard worry. He'd screamed when he saw her fall, like it'd been him that was cut instead of her.

When she woke up, there he was. Sitting in the chair beside her, bleary-eyed but still watching her. The Sword of Truth was in his lap. "Cara wanted me to tell you that she left under protest." His voice dropped to a confidential whisper. "She was scaring the nurses."

Kahlan smiled. It was about the only thing she could do that didn't hurt. "That sounds like her. On both counts."

Richard got up, groaning with a crick in his back from sleeping in the hard wooden chair all night, to walk to the fireplace, where a pot was bubbling on the fire. "And Zedd fixed some spice soup. He says it'll help feed the magic too. I added some salt so it'll taste good too."

Kahlan's smile turned to laughter. It was amazing how something as simple as soup could be turned into a target of determination and enthusiasm by Richard, so long as it had something to do with her.

Richard brought her the soup and sat back down. He actually nodded off as she ate, but then, it'd been a long week.

Kahlan thought of Cara and Zedd. Cara was probably off hunting while talking to herself, a nasty habit she'd picked up from the Night Wisp, turning the entire episode into a narrative about how foolish Kahlan was to allow herself to be stabbed. And Zedd was most likely running rampant on whatever food stores the village had. Unless they were in each other's company, in which case Kahlan despaired of seeing them alive again.

The scrape of her spoon on the bottom of the bowl woke Richard up. He took the bowl from her and set it down on the floor. Rubbed at his eyes. "Sorry. How are you feeling?"

"Honestly, I'm fine. I can already feel the magic working. In fact, we should continue on. If you'd just buy a horse-cart for the next few miles, we could get underway right now…"

"Kahlan, no." Richard took her hand, just in case she tried to bolt. "You have to rest. Vital organs or no, you were impaled. It takes time to heal from that."

"But what about the quest—"

"It can wait," Richard assured her. "The most important thing is that you're safe."

Kahlan smiled wearily. "Because as long as my pure heart beats, the Keeper is doomed to fail?" she quoted.

"Yeah. That too." Richard patted her hand before releasing it. She didn't let go and a moment later, he smiled and squeezed back. "Is there anything I can get you?"

"I have everything I need, right here."

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Rahl/Kahlan- Rahl tries to spoon with his pregnant wife, who is less than thrilled at his attempts at a romantic gesture.

Measure of Affection

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Kahlan shifted restlessly on her featherdown mattress, uncomfortable in her pregnancy despite all the finery her husband provided.

What she would not give to be sharing a bed of grass with Richard.

Light footsteps sounded outside the stone archway of her door, then a rustle of velvet drapes as He stepped through.

He said nothing, simply stalked silently toward her bed, watching her from beneath the dark curtain of his hair.

His eyes were filled with lightning, and she felt burned.

Kahlan turned over, the enchanted band of silver encircling her neck digging into her shoulder.

He touched her, ran his fingertips down her back and she shivered.

She wondered if there was blood stuck under his nails.

The bed dipped with his weight and she breathed deeply to still the beating of her heart. He was a gentle, attentive lover most of the time. He sparked a churning swirl of revulsion and arousal within her.

Not tonight.

"I'm tired," she said, and she sounded it. She was tired, body and soul.

"That is fine," he said.

He did not leave.

The mattress shifted again as Lord Rahl laid himself down beside her. She never could bring herself to call him Darken, and he had never invited her to.

"This is my room," she said.

"I know."

She didn't have to see his face; she could feel the slight smug twitch of his lips in the air.

She was startled into jerking away when a masculine hand caressed her unborn child through her nightgown.

"What are you doing?"

"Sharing a tender moment with the mother of my child."

Kahlan held her tongue. He would do nothing to harm her in any way while she carried his heir, but he had a long memory and a talent for grudges.

He gently grasped her chin to turn her head to face him. She could feel his nails lightly sliding against her flesh, a promise of pain in the whisper of contact.

"Kahlan, do you remember what you agreed to, when you agreed to be my wife?"

"To be your wife in every way," she inhaled, trapped in his eyes, "I carry your heir, what more do you ask of me?"

For a moment outside of time, she thought she saw pain in his eyes. But then it was gone.

"I think, wife, that a small measure of affection is not too much to ask."

He let her chin go and then pulled her back flush against his chest, the raised gold braid of his vest scratchy against her nightgown. His hands slipped under and over her hips to support their child.

They laid there the rest of the night, each pretending they were loved.

[philstar22.livejournal.com]

Rahl/Cara/Dahlia- The punishment and training is over. Now it is time for the reward for Cara's return to service. Cara as the middle spoon.

[commoncomitatus]

"My Lord."

Rahl smiles. It's been a long, arduous, exhausting process, and he's almost as relieved as she is that it's finally over. He can hear the slight hitch of her breath as she takes a stumbling step forwards, and takes uncharacteristic pity on her. The training may be over, but its effects linger.

"Good," he says, a whisper of praise, and her half-lidded eyes flicker. "Good, Cara."

Dahlia is by her side in an instant; despite himself, Rahl is impressed by her self-control. He saw, though he knows she will deny it, how desperately she fought to restrain herself during the fiercest parts of Cara's training. He saw the way she grimaced at every lash of pain, every flash of suffering, every ounce of trauma. He knows she would have given anything to spare dear Cara the hurt, and that's why he chose her.

"You have served me well," he says, still smiling, and Dahlia inclines her head almost imperceptibly.

"Dahlia," Cara murmurs, lips achingly seeking the other woman's. Dahlia's gaze flickers back to Rahl, if only for an instant, and, at his nod, returns Cara's kisses in kind.

Rahl watches.

It's mere moments before the two Mord-Sith are on the floor, Cara's exhaustion and Dahlia's affection weighing too heavily on them both. The way Cara's hands work the buckles and fastenings of Dahlia's leathers as they slide down suggest there's something more enticing to come, but Rahl can see as well as Dahlia that there isn't enough left in Cara to see those promises through.

Her fingers fall, numb and slack, though her lips never still.

"There'll be time enough for that later," Dahlia reminds her.

Cara mumbles something imperceptible against her lips, and slumps wearily forwards. She may not have strength enough to do what she wants, but she still has enough to command, and she pulls Dahlia flush against her. It's an embrace that, were the two anything other than Mord-Sith, would have been filled with love and tenderness. As it is, it's a demand. Cara needs to rest before the following day's exertions, but she will not let Dahlia leave her.

She has, Rahl supposes, earned that little indulgence, and he nods silently in response to Dahlia's unspoken request.

Dahlia's hungry grin softens then, and she shifts to make herself more comfortable. Her back is flush against Cara's front, taut shoulders against yielding bosom and arched spine against curved belly. Cara's tired lips quirk in a breathy sigh, eyes closing as she relishes the feel of Dahlia's body curling against her own; the arm she drapes over Dahlia's waist is as desperate as it is possessive, and Rahl smiles at the sight of them.

They are his.

He waits until Cara is asleep. Dahlia, he knows, won't surrender to the same. She doesn't need it, and he can see by her eyes that she wants to enjoy the sensation of Cara's warmth against her back, her breath against her neck. He considers, briefly, ordering that she too get some sleep (he knows she would obey without question), but he doesn't. Dahlia too has earned this.

Wordlessly, he lowers himself to the ground behind them both. He senses rather than sees the surprise in Dahlia, but she of course doesn't question him. If she did, he would remove her inquisitive tongue.

He lays down behind them, letting his own arm mirror Cara's as it slides around her waist, holding her in place. Cara shifts in her sleep, a soft sigh echoing through the airy chamber, and Rahl feels a sense of contentment that only comes with breaking someone particularly challenging. Dahlia turns her her head, studies him, but says nothing.

Rahl smiles, pleased.

"Good girl," he says.

Even he is not completely certain which one he's talking to.

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Richard/Cara - spoonage in Reckoning's crapsack future.

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YOUR ICON JUST NOW REGISTERED TO ME HAHAHAHA OMG THAT IS THE GREATEST!!!!

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I love you SFM right now. *tears up*

Um, to start, how about a little...

Kahlan/Dennee, some sisterly spooning after/during their trip to the waterfall, aka ~most romantic place in the Midlands~ ;)

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Dennee collapsed into the green grass at the edge of the pool laughing as she pointed her toes towards the water and stretched her hands above her head.

“Kahlan,” Dennee said dreamily, her voice just loud enough to reach her sister where she was wading in the basin at the bottom of the waterfall.

“Yes, little sister?” Kahlan responded, smiling affectionately as she watched Dennee stretch.

“This place is wonderful. It may actually be the most wonderful place in the Midlands,” the blonde Amnell sister declared rolling onto her side so that she could see her sister.

“Actually, it’s the most romantic place in the Midlands,” Kahlan said grinning, “or so I hear,” she added sheepishly.

“And who did you hear this from exactly?” Dennee asked arching a pale eyebrow at her sister who was rather suspiciously dodging her gaze.

“Oh, just around,” Kahlan murmured running her hand lightly through the cool, clear water as she studiously avoided her sister’s gaze.

“Kahlan!” Dennee exclaimed.

“Dennee,” Kahlan jeered back still avoiding her eyes.

“You have to tell me,” Dennee said standing so that she could make her way back towards the water.

“There’s nothing to tell,” Kahlan said watching her sister with some trepidation. “I just heard it somewhere, okay?”

“Not okay,” Dennee replied before she jumped gracefully into the pool. “Not okay, at all!” she continued smiling towards Kahlan who slowly began to back up. “Tell me.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” Kahlan repeated, but her cheeks coloured slightly and Dennee knew that she was lying without having to see her sister’s eyes.

“I’m a Confessor Kahlan, you can’t lie to me,” Dennee proclaimed treading water, biding her time until she had an opportunity to attack and try to force Kahlan’s hand.

“Nor can you lie to me,” Kahlan replied. “I know what that look in your eyes means,” she went on eying her sister warily.

“Too bad that’s not going to help you,” Dennee declared launching herself at Kahlan, her laughter floating through the woods around them as Kahlan tried to squirm her way out of Dennee’s clutches.

Sometime Later ...

The fire crackled pleasantly and Dennee leaned towards it warming her hands as Kahlan moved to sit beside her.

“I can’t believe you won’t tell me who told you about this place,” Dennee grumbled as Kahlan leaned forward warming her hands as well.

“There are some things little sister’s do not need to know,” Kahlan intoned gravely which made Dennee shove her shoulders and then smile.

“I’ll get it out of you one day,” Dennee promised.

“I’m sure you will Dee-Dee,” Kahlan agreed gamely, smiling gently at her the blonde as she leaned to the side and nudged Dennee playfully with her shoulder.

Dennee’s lips curved up in a smile as well, and she and Kahlan leaned against her other contentedly for a few moments before Dennee’s hand rose to her arms.

“It’s cold out here,” Dennee breathed out, rubbing her arms with her hands in an attempt to warm them.

“We should have gotten out of the pool earlier,” Kahlan breathed out in response. She was feeling the cold as well and there was only so much warmth the fire could provide. “Come here,” Kahlan said a few seconds later, reaching for Dennee’s hand.

Without question, Dennee placed her hand in Kahlan’s and the older Amnell led the way towards their bedrolls.

“It’s too early for bed,” Dennee said, but she sat down beside Kahlan and then lay down when her sister did.

“It’s not too early for a story though,” Kahlan said opening her arms to Dennee who gratefully eased into the warmth of her sister’s body.

continued at my journal because TL;WF (again)

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Kahlan/Cara - After the events of "Bound", Cara hears Kahlan crying about her mom and attempts to make her feel better through snuggles.

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Not quite precisely the prompt, but I hope it serves nonetheless.

Cara's watch was uneventful, and she woke Richard with a sense of profound disappointment. There'd been an itch in her limbs since the night before, a faint unease that she was fairly sure would go away if she could just hurt something, but alas, they'd met no bandits, banelings, rogue D'Harans, or even so much as a scraggly wandering thief since Kahlan's father had left their company around midday. So with a resigned shrug, Cara abandoned her hopes of violence and made her way to where her bedroll lay, a handspan from the slumbering Mother Confessor.

Who, as Cara realized when she settled to the ground, wasn't actually asleep.

"Oh. Cara," Kahlan said softly, hastily wiping her cheeks with one thumb and offering a thoroughly unconvincing smile.

"Kahlan," said Cara.

There was a moment of silence as she watched Kahlan's face carefully, considering. Finally, Cara asked, as mildly as she could, "Your father?"

The question tasted strange in Cara's mouth; it would be unlike Kahlan to cry over someone for whom she clearly held so much anger. But Kahlan had been entirely unlike herself around her father, skittish and subdued and far too grateful for Cara's presence, so further odd behavior wouldn't be a huge stretch.

But Kahlan shook her head, with a soft, simple, "No." Her watery smile turned fond as she said it, her eyes a little warmer, and Cara, who had had a very long day, didn't quite manage to suppress a tiny flicker of pride at picking the right response.

"No," Kahlan repeated, a little stronger. "I was just... thinking about my mom."

(Continued here (http://bluefall.livejournal.com/75487.html?format=light#cutid1), since it got too long)

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Richard/Kahlan AU/possible future They are finally are alone after Zedd takes thier kids for the day

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It was too long for a comment, so it can be found here.

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Jennsen is so upset about how horrible she believes Richard to be that she needs some comfort from big brother Rahl.

Instead of killing the kitten right away, Darken sneaks off to his lair to have kitty-spoonage.

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Not sure if I got your prompt right, but this just jumped on me:)

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The innocent radiating from that girl, his sister, makes his skin crawl. It´s so new and unknown he is even afraid of acknowledging the effect it has on him.

And Darken Rahl is never afraid, he is the one seeding dread and fear. He knows he will be forever seen as a tyrant, but the good he´ll do for his own people it´s worth all those lies told about him.

Jennsen is curled in the woolen blanket he brought her and when he leans toward her face, he notices she is sleeping. Those things he said made her scared of her own brother and thankful and fond of him, the great Darken Rahl, the ruler of D´Hara.

The kitten slips from Jennsen´s hand and jumps on the floor rubbing itself on his dark robe.

"Hey kitty, kitty," he whispers and the fluffy animal jumps on his hand and he rubs its back with his thumb. He feels a slight tingle in his fingers and snapping its small neck would be so easy, so comforting.

But a whimpering sound comes from sleeping Jennsen and he comes closer. Her brows are furrowed together and her hands are holding onto blanket for dear life. He thinks she dreams about war and men that kept hitting her even when she didn't have any strength left.

Her mouth opens up in scream and Rahl sits next to her releasing the kitten which curls into Jennsen. He looks at the small animal providing comfort and draws his hand down her back. She quietens immediately and he is surprised at his own actions.

But it doesn't stop him from lying next to her and letting his arms embrace her from behind, she snuggles closer to him and the kitten licks his joined hands.

And when he falls asleep he dreams just about one thing. That one day the world will understand him.

AN: Quickly written in the comment form, I should stop doing such things!

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Prompt one:

Zedd/Shota: It's mentioned in season one that Zedd once spent some time in Shota's domain. Let's have some young!Zedd Shota spoonage. Zedd can either actually be young, or Shota can turn him young for the purposes of spoonage. Your choice.

Prompt two:

Denna/Richard: Denna is training Richard, and then rewards him for being a good boy. Or maybe he's comforting her. So long as there's leather involved.

Prompt three:

Denna/Jennsen: Denna takes Jennsen on a little side trip on their way to get the Box of Orden and is frustrated when her usual methods don't work.

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Richard/Cara gen - At the end of an arduous task, Richard comes home to find Cara in his bed, ready and willing to "comfort" him. Since he isn't interested in her That Way, they wind up compromising...

You've Been Served

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Richard gratefully swung out of his saddle, rubbing his posterior as he led the horse to the inn's stable.

He had stayed out far longer than the others, leading a group of village men to be certain that all the shadrin had been eliminated. No more children would go missing from this village.

All he wanted now was sleep. And a bath.

At this point he wasn't picky what order they came in.

Zedd was already in the room he had gotten to himself. Richard could hear him snoring in the hallway. (That was why he always got his own room.)

He assumed Kahlan and Cara were sharing a room, and made his way down the hall to the one that had been marked out for him.

He opened the door to find an ethereal display of candles. Cara was kneeling in the center of the room.

"Lord Rahl," she said.

She was wearing nothing but a strip of black leather around her hips.

He blushed from the soles of his feet to the roots of his hair and turned his back to her.

"Cara," he squeaked, trying to sound natural, "what's going on?"

"I am here to serve you. I've drawn you a bath."

"I-uh...Thanks, Cara."

He tried to figure out how to get to the alcove with the bathing tub without turning around. Maybe if he walked on the bed?

He jerked when Cara's hands worked the buckle of his sword belt. He hadn't heard her move. He laughed nervously as he wriggled from her grasp, trying very hard not to think about what she was wearing.

Wasn't.

Dammit.

He made a move for the bath, walking quickly to avoid looking at Cara. He jumped into the tub with his clothes on. They needed washing anyway.

Cara made no comment. She simply followed him to the tub, and poured a nice smelling ungent into her palm.

By the Spirits, she was going to wash his hair for him.

"That's alright," he said quickly, trying to make a joke out of it, "I've got it under control. Been doing it myself for a while."

He looked up at her, smiling his most winsome smile, and promptly shut his eyes.

"My body displeases you."

"No, no!" He gestured his denial with his hands, though better of it, and sat on them.

"It's..uh.. you're.. very nice.. that is... Cara, why are you doing this?"

"It is a Mord'Sith's duty to serve Lord Rahl in every way. An honor," she said proudly. He bet she had lifted her chin up defiantly. She usually did that when she boasted about the Mord'Sith.

"Did you do this... for him?" He was serious now.

Cara sounded troubled, "I thought..."

He was getting ready to apologize when she spoke again, sounding like her usual no nonsense self.

"How may I serve you, my lord?"

"Honestly Cara, I just want some sleep."

Things were quiet for a moment, and Richard had dared to hope that she had left him alone when a fluffy drying cloth was rubbed against his face. He lifted a hand to take it.

"There is a robe draped on the bed for you."

His door opened and shut.

Richard was in the robe and blowing out the remaining candles when he heard a soft scraping in the hallway.

He got the Sword of Truth and eased the door open a crack, only to find Cara in full Mord'Sith regalia stretched out in front of his door. He wondered if speed buckling was part of Mord'Sith training. In and out of the leather in less than five minutes or we put more rats in your cell.

"What are you doing now, Cara?"

"I will protect you in the night," the look of determination on her face dared him to challenge her execution of her duty.

"You don't have to lay in the hallway. You can protect me from the bedroom."

She rolled to her feet and pushed past him into the room beyond. Richard muttered
to himself, "I meant your bedroom."

Cara stood looking at him, awaiting orders.

He sighed. "Just get in the bed. Let's go to sleep."

She insisted on being between him and the door. He pulled her awkwardly into his arms, mirroring the position they had once huddled in for warmth.

"Let's not make a habit of this, alright?"

"Yes, Richard."

A pause.

"And don't tell Kahlan."

"So long as you never make me watch village children again without my Agiel."

"Deal."

sorry, TL;WF as well.

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Meh, got to long (about twice is long as I'm allowed) so I put it on my LJ: LINK (http://lurkete.livejournal.com/1472.html).

Re: sorry, TL;WF as well.

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part two HERE (http://lurkete.livejournal.com/1472.html)

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Cara/anyone. Mord Sith dont have birthdays. So someone celebrates the day she fully joined the group instead. Through awkward hugging/cuddling. Cara is displeased.

Annual Attack

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Annual Attack

It had been almost a year since she had betrayed Darken Rahl and joined Richard when Cara noticed it. Richard, Kahlan, and Zedd were plotting something. At first she assumed they were having one of their unnecessary prolonged discussions about feelings, but this had been going on too long for even that, and they usually tried to include her in those.

This time they stopped and sent her guilty looks every time she caught them.

She waited.

The first attack came early in the morning, as Cara was returning from bathing in a lake. Kahlan grabbed her from behind. Cara turned her hip into Kahlan's center, using her own weight against her to flip her onto her back. Kahlan stared up at her with a smile on her face.

Confused, Cara backed away, going to find Richard to tell him some kind of magic had made Kahlan lose her mind again.

He was not at the camp.

The second attack came after the afternoon meal. Richard dropped out of a tree to wrap his arms around Cara's neck, in a firm but ineffectual stranglehold. She drove an elbow into his stomach and then swept his feet out from under him.

She would have to get the wizard alone to consult with him. Maybe someone had slipped a potion into Richard and Kahlan's food.

There was no opportunity to get Zedd alone as they traveled. It wasn't until they reached an inn that she was able to talk to him.

"Wizard, something strange is going on."

He spouted platitudes that sent her self preservation instincts into overdrive.

The third attack came when she entered the inn. A bag was dropped over her head, blinding her and hindering her arms. She loosely bent her knees, prepared to fight her way out using only her powerful legs.

The bag was lifted unexpectedly and three pairs of arms encircled her.

"Happy Birthday, Cara!"

They were having a group hug.

Unbelievable.

"Mord'Sith don't have birthdays."

"We know," said Richard, "today's the day you joined us!"

A large cake was presented to her by the innkeeper. It was decorated with squirrels.

"Now blow out your candles and make a wish!" Kahlan cheered.

Cara was annoyed.

But only a little.

She blew out the candles on the first try.

And wished.

Spoilers for Unbroken!

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Cara/Dahlia - Happyverse AU. Schoolteacher!Cara teaches Dahlia a few things...

Lost, But Not Forgotten

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When Cara's eyes finally blinked open she found herself in a strange room, in strange clothes, with a strange woman. She was careful when she shifted on the bed to swing her legs over the side, but despite the lack of noise she made she saw the woman, the Mord'Sith, standing at the window tense and she was knew that the woman in red was aware that she was awake.

"I ..." Cara began uncertainly, hovering nervously near the foot of the bed as she stared at the strangers back. "I don't know who you are, or why you saved me, but I thank you."

The woman turned and Cara's breath caught in her throat. The Mord'Sith in front of her was uncommonly attractive, but it was more than the woman's arresting looks that robbed Cara of her breath. There was something in the woman's eyes, something about the sweet oval shape of her face and the sly curve of her lips that pierced Cara's heart and made her blink to contain the tears that had suddenly welled in her eyes.

She knew this woman. It seemed impossible, but she was certain of it. She knew this woman.

"Cara," the Mord'Sith drawled. Her voice was cool and smooth as a winter wind and Cara felt herself shiver at the sound of it, but not from fear.

She knew this woman. She couldn't remember how, or where or when, but she knew this woman.

"What's the matter Ducky? Cat got your tongue?" the Mord'Sith asked, her blood red lips curving up in a mischievous smile when Cara failed to respond to her name being spoken.

Cara blinked rapidly and her eyebrows scrunched together. Ducky? She hadn't heard that name in years, not since she was a young girl. Only one person had ever called her that. Only ...

Cara's lips parted and her hand trembled where it was pressed against the side of her body.

"Dahlia?" she whispered, jerking forward on unsteady feet until she was standing in front of the Mord'Sith. "Dahlia?" she repeated in an equally soft tone, extending a shaky hand towards the woman in red until her fingers brushed hesitantly against the leather covering Dahlia's arm. "Is it really you?" She choked out; her voice trembling with barely suppressed emotion as a tear finally escaped her eyes and slowly began to trail down her cheek.

"Yes," Dahlia replied, her tone steady and firm though her eyes were restless, scanning Cara's face curiously as the young mother gazed at her tearfully and her body trembled. "You're unhappy to see me," Dahlia said, her voice revealing nothing as she lifted a gloved hand up to Cara's face and wiped away the tear adorning it with a tenderness that surprised her.

"Unhappy?" Cara breathed out blinking in surprise. Her fingers tightened on Dahlia's arm, clutching her. "No. I'm not unhappy. Why would you think that?" Cara asked, her eyes still wide with the shock of seeing Dahlia again all these year later, a woman, and beautiful and so very changed from the girl she remembered.

"You're crying," Dahlia stated drawing her hand away from Cara's cheek, her thumb unconsciously rubbing against the slick spot Cara's tear created on her glove.

"They are happy tears," Cara said gently reaching for the hand Dahlia had just had at her face and taking it into her free hand. "I always hoped that you were alive, and that you were okay. When you disappeared," Cara's voice faltered and her eyes filled with tears that she didn't try to stop from spilling over. "I missed you so much Dahlia. I'm so glad to find you alive and ... strong," she continued, stumbling over the last word.

Dahlia's clothes had not gone unnoticed by Cara, nor had her demeanour. She knew that what had happened to Dahlia in the years since she had been taken would not have been pleasant, and she wasn't sure if Dahlia was 'well' in the sense that most people used the word, but Dahlia was there, and healthy and Cara was so happy to see her.

"You are the first village woman who has ever been happy to see me," Dahlia responded, her lips quirking up slightly as she thought about the running and screaming that usually accompanied her arrival in country villages.


continued at my journal because TL;WF (really, really wouldn't fit)

MORE UNBROKEN SPOILERS

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Set in the AU, Lady Cara/Kahlan - Lady Cara and Kahlan get together and raise their three children together and just fucking spoon the hell outta each other.

PLEASE I NEED IT FOR MY SANITY *cries*

Re: MORE UNBROKEN SPOILERS

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I do apologize ahead of time if this sucks, my brain's not quite up yet.

Lady Cara swung her leg down from the saddle as soon as she came through the gate and handed over the rein to one of the stable boys on duty. Behind her, her guards rode just in time for her to dismissed them.

It's been a week that the lady of the land rode out to the boundary of her land to deal with a band of particularly nasty group of bandit.

With her leading the mission herself and a squadron of her trusted men, they encountered the group just as they were about to raid a small village of Stowcroft.

She, and her men, of course, made a short work of them. And while her men stayed behind for clean up duty, gathering the bodies to be buried, and put those that survived in jail, Lady Cara herself decided to ride back ahead of time with only four of her personal guard trailing behind.

With quick steps, Cara made her way up to her living quarters, where she knew her wife would be sleeping at this late hour. A small smile came to her lips as she thought about Kahlan, her wife, and a mother of her children.

While it was only a short skirmish, lasted only a week, she missed her, and knew with utmost certainty that Kahlan missed her, too.

On her way, Cara stopped at her oldest daughter's room. Quietly Cara slipped inside, she took a moment for her eyes to adjust to what little light in the room provide. Her daughter, Jensen was sleeping soundly in her own bed. At six, Jensen was every bit her mothers' daughter, her blond hair spread out in halo around her head, toy soldiers litter around the blanket covering her, Cara had missed her.

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, she exited the room, and made her way over to their second daughter. Again Cara gave her a quick kiss and left.

On the third room, however, she found empty bed, although the sheets looked slept in, she wondered where their two year-old could possibly go. But even though she was wondering, there was no worry, they were in the safest place they could be.

Cara dropped her leather gloves by the door leading to her own sleeping chamber as she entered, the glowing ember of the burnt out fireplace kept the room warm, and gave enough light for her to navigate by.

Stripped of her travel worn clothes, Lady Cara cleaned up, and pull on the white cotton shift, she couldn't wait to have her wife in her arms again.

"Cara?" a soft voice husked.

"It's me." She pressed a kiss to her wife, then stifled a laugh, so this was where their little one had gone. On the other side of her beautiful wife was their youngest sleeping soundly.

"Miss you." Kahlan breathed as she shift slight to let her wife wrapped both arms around her and the baby.

"Of course," Cara kissed her again before settling in, pressing Kahlan back against her front, and placed her topmost around across her waist.

With a deep sigh, she fell into deep sleep.

fini..

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Cara/Kahlan, Prompt: Without her gloves, Cara's hands are surprisingly small and delicate, though no less strong.

Whilst She Sleeps

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I posted over at LotS Femslash because I'm pretty sure it's to long to fit in a comment.

http://community.livejournal.com/lots_femslash/130302.html#cutid1

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Richard/Kahlan/Cara: When Kahlan is spilt into Confessor!Kahlan and Emotion!Kahlan, Richard takes her up on her offer to go hide somewhere and "have Cara too."