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seriousficI really need an LotS icon that isn't jokey. Maybe one of Kahlan looking contemplative, like she just finished watching Inception?
Title: Only torture if it hurts
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: R
Word Count: 4,791
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Kahlan, references to Richard/Kahlan
Author’s notes: Betaed by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
susurrusnight
Previous: Part 2
Next: White Leather
Summary: There's only so long you can press someone until they give.
Though the snow had started to fall, Cara didn't let up on Kahlan. They jogged at dawn and dusk, heated by sweat across the winding mountain trail. At noon they did pull-ups, in the afternoon push-ups, in the evening sit-ups. Kahlan's body became toned and full, and Cara found herself easing her fingers over the returning musculature, pleased with what they'd accomplished together. If you closed your eyes against her pallor and only felt her body, you could believe Kahlan had never been taken. Each night Cara held Kahlan in her arms and felt that she was harder, warmer. Their sleep was deep and contented.
One day they were doing push-ups outside, letting the thin air and low temperature further test them. Cara was like a machine, as always, her condensed breath like puffs of steam off an engine. But for the first time, Kahlan was keeping up, showing no sign of tiring.
Usually, Cara liked to transition Kahlan between different exercises, just like she made sure Kahlan ate regularly and had some time by herself. But that was before Kahlan challenged her. Cara kept up the push-ups as the sun lowered, and Kahlan went right along with her.
Finally, sometime between the sun setting and the stars coming out, Cara slipped and sprawled on her stomach. Kahlan tapped out another ten push-ups before going to check on her.
"You didn't beat me," Cara muttered. "I just like the snow."
Kahlan took off her cloak and lay down beside her, making a snow angel. She doused her hot face with a handful of snow.
Cara rolled onto her side, head propped up on her hand. "Would you feel up to weapons tomorrow?"
Kahlan stopped moving and just lay there, letting snowflakes pepper her. "If you think I'm ready."
"You'll be more than ready. When winter is over, you'll be able to kill every soldier in D'Hara. They'll never lay a finger on you again. You can have vengeance."
"As long as it's with you."
"I would kill anyone who ever touched you. But that would hardly be satisfying." Cara sprawled out on her back, catching her breath.
Kahlan caught a snowflake on her tongue. She sucked on it thoughtfully. "And then what?"
Cara was still exhaling hard white breaths. "What do you mean?"
"After we kill all the D'Harans and stop all the evil plots and save all the helpless villagers… what will we do?"
Cara closed her eyes, felt snowflakes melt on her eyelids. "You'll get married to Richard. Have kids, maybe four or five. Live happily ever after. I don't recall, but isn't that how the fairy tales go?"
"And you?"
"I'll serve in the shadows. Where I'm needed. There will always be darkness, Kahlan. I'll just stop it from falling on you."
"It's already fallen on me." Cara heard snow crunch as Kahlan levered herself up, holding herself over Cara on both hands. "I don't love Richard. He'll never understand what I've been through. Part of him will always wonder why I can't just get over it, or heal, or move on. But for us, there's nothing to move on to."
"There's enough. There's plenty." Cara opened her eyes. Kahlan's head blocked out the sun. "Don't worry about me. I'll find someone."
"Someone you care about as much as me? Someone you'll protect as hard as me?"
"Someone who doesn't belong to the Lord Rahl."
Before Cara knew it, Kahlan was on her feet. Her hair fell down to her shoulders, speckled with snow. "I don't belong to anyone, Cara. Isn't that the whole point of this?"
***
The snow got worse. They kept the fire going all day and didn't open the doors except for fresh snow to melt. After the push-ups and pull-ups and sit-ups, they sat on a couch and watched the snow climb up the windows.
"You can stop loving me," Cara said. "It's easy. Just think of Richard. Think of how warm he made you feel. Then remind yourself that I'll never make you feel that way."
"You already do."
Cara stood and paced frantically, walking through each room of the cabin in turn. A Mord'Sith was valued for stillness, patience, the ability to pound away at a will until it finally crumbled. But Cara could find none of that inside herself. More than anything, she wanted to run until sweat bled through her leathers.
When she returned to the foyer, Kahlan was still sitting there, her mien wounded and exquisite. Waiting.
"You're the Mother Confessor!" Cara reminded, standing over her like a mountain. "I'm Mord'Sith. How much more of a sign do you need to figure out it isn't supposed to happen?"
"I'm a dog," Kahlan said. "An old mutt who's only known one kindness. Let me be your hound, if nothing else. Whip me, neglect me, but let me hunt with you. It's the only happiness I've known. Everything else was ripped away from me. Don't take this too."
Cara grabbed Kahlan by the folds of her cloak and jerked her up, then rammed her against the window. Glass broke, letting in gusts of wind, coldness that stung. "I could make you love him. I have you all winter. By spring, you could be begging for Richard's embrace!"
"You could," Kahlan said, feeling glass prickle her back. "But you won't. You love me. You think you love Richard more, but you don't. You don't owe him that."
"He… he deserves you." Cara backed away, letting Kahlan's clothes run through her fingers. "I don't."
"I want you. Not him. You know me. Not him."
Cara had backed away far enough to see Kahlan against the snow rushing in. Kahlan pulled at her clothes until they littered the floor, their dull gray coloring no longer distinguishing Kahlan from the storm. Her body, once bronzed and curvaceous, was now as sharp and corded as a war club, her skin ivory and her hair ebony.
Cara could no longer call up the ghost of how she had once appeared. This Kahlan, slender and scarred and knotted, had erased it. The wind whipped in, caressing Kahlan's body and knifing into Cara's.
Naked, diminished, but as perfect as ice glittering in the sun, Kahlan walked past Cara, her every supple movement marked. Hunched animalistically, she dug into her pack, and came up with something she held out to Cara like a lover would present a bouquet of flowers.
A Rada'han.
"Be my mistress," Kahlan begged. She wasn't too vulnerable to have some huskiness in her voice, a hint of what orders she wanted Cara to give her.
Cara took the Rada'han from her. It was cold to the touch, cold enough to burn. She raised it to Kahlan's neck, seeing the gulp in her throat as she did. Then she snapped it shut. Kahlan exhaled as though she had just let go of a great burden and the release was soothing her every muscle.
"Command me, Mistress Cara," Kahlan said, with the flavor of an order.
Cara wouldn't have it any other way. "Be seated."
Kahlan prowled to a simple wooden chair and sunk into it like a queen taking the throne. She cast a glance at the snow piling up under the broken window. "Should we move someplace warmer?"
"No," Cara said, drawing her Agiel. "I'll keep you plenty warm."
Kahlan's breathing reached a fever pitch as the Agiel approached her. She spread her legs, setting her feet down to either side of her with a heavy thud, then reached down and spread herself. Cara smiled hungrily at the pink; it was the most vivid color to Kahlan, aside from her hooded eyes.
Cara held the Agiel in front of Kahlan's sex, then gave it a spin. It didn't touch either of Kahlan's wide-spread legs, but one wouldn't be able to tell that from the way Kahlan moaned. Cara smirked, pleased, and brushed the Agiel over Kahlan's kneecap.
Kahlan cried out, but as soon as the contact was over she was panting with desire. Cara enjoyed the sight of Kahlan's breath lifting her cleavage. She pressed the Agiel to Kahlan's quads and hissed out her air at the sight of the muscles tensing. There was so much power there. If Kahlan wrapped those legs around her, she wouldn't break free. At least, not easily.
Kahlan had to grip the bottom of her seat to stop from grabbing Cara's Agiel and forcing it inside her. Maybe they could both use it, at once. Her knuckles turned white around the chair. "More. Please mistress," she pleaded.
Cara licked her lips. Kahlan knew how to beg. It was utterly shameless, her voice making it clear just how much she needed this. Cara had never understood how some of her sisters could gag people during sex. They were missing the best part. The look in Kahlan's eyes was good, but the desperation in her voice, the conviction that she would die without Cara's touch… it was heavenly.
Cara jabbed the Agiel into Kahlan's thigh. She had a pattern worked out, left leg, right leg, left leg. Kahlan seemed to appreciate the contrast. She screamed brokenly and now Cara could smell her, thick and heady, like wine that'd been aged underground. Cara was ready to drink.
"Fuck me, Cara," Kahlan said, recovering now that the Agiel was off her leg. "Take me now!"
She wasn't ready. An Agiel at the right place was pain so intense it became pleasure. Mord'Sith were just as careful to avoid those points as they were to find the right ones. When you broke someone with pleasure, they didn't come back.
"You come for me." Cara buried the Agiel in Kahlan's breast, loving how the pain made her nipple so erect that it stung even after Cara took the rod away. "Not for yourself."
Kahlan choked on disappointment. She was so cold and Cara was so warm, bringing her to a boil by touching her. She couldn't go back to being frozen again. When Cara laughed and moved the Agiel over her body, refusing to let her taste it, Kahlan felt an overwhelming anger. Her hand flew out and slapped Cara across the face.
Slowly, Cara turned back to Kahlan. The side of her face burned red and tousled hair covered her eye. She grinned feverishly as she put her Agiel away. Kahlan felt herself getting even more impossibly wet.
"You selfish little bitch," Cara chided. For all her discipline, she couldn't kill the smile on her face. "Now I'm all wet and instead of doing something about it, I'm going to have to discipline you."
"I'm sorry, mistress," Kahlan apologized dutifully.
"You will be. Get up."
Kahlan got up, and the spring in her step, the sheer eagerness to be disciplined, made Cara grab her and pull her so close it felt like their bodies were one. Cara's hot breath made Kahlan's lips tingle. They parted for Cara's tongue and teeth, and Kahlan felt the delicious leather of Cara's gloves cresting her spine, fingers clawing into her ass. Beneath all the discipline, Cara was an animal that would devour her whole. Remembering that made Kahlan hot as the summer sun.
Abruptly, Cara spun Kahlan around and forced her down across the chair. Only when Kahlan was on her belly did Cara slowly wipe her lips clean. Her hand went down to Kahlan's upturned ass, lovingly massaging the marks her fingers had made. Kahlan murmured, trying to keep her begging low to maintain the illusion that she didn't want this. Cara's hand roamed from side to side, watching as the reddened skin returned to perfection and then prickled from the cold.
Then the hands stopped and Kahlan nearly whimpered for real. She heard leather leaving skin, smelled the musk of sweat, and closed her eyes to imagine all the clothing items Cara could be ridding herself of. She didn't dare look. She would pique Cara just enough to let her demonstrate her authority, no more. But after a while, she wondered if Cara was even there, wasn't elsewhere fetching something fun. Kahlan raised her head to look back and felt Cara's steel-hard fingers gripping the back of her neck, just below the Rada'han, forcing her back down.
"I was enjoying looking at you like that," Cara said, fingers tightening. Her hand was bare, and just the thought of a leather glove on the floor somewhere made Kahlan's heart pound. It was a great start. "Anyone would enjoy the sight of you naked, but lying across a chair, your ass in the air, waiting to be punished… That's really something."
"Please, mistress. Punish me. Help me learn. Make me a good girl."
Cara smiled in satisfaction. She could get off on this alone, but she didn't have the patience. She wanted Kahlan's screams as well. Her hand traveled down, between Kahlan's shoulder blades. "Feel that. My bare hand. Soft, isn't it? I wear gloves all day so that when the time comes for play, my hands are smooth as silk. Do you enjoy them, Kahlan?"
"Yes, mistress. They're wonderful."
Cara's supple fingers spread out and trailed down Kahlan's lower back. "How would you like to feel them punish you? Feel them give you pain?"
"I'd be honored, mistress."
Cara's hand dipped lower, took a handful of Kahlan's ass. Squeezed for an uncomfortably long beat. When Kahlan purred her approval, Cara took her hand away, brought it up and then brought it down. Kahlan entire body jerked instinctively away from the pain. After a moment, Kahlan took a deep breath and wiggled her ass for another. Cara smiled and ran her fingernails over the handprint she'd left. Cara wouldn't let it fade to pink. She'd keep punishing Kahlan until her ass looked like a ripe, juicy red fruit.
Cara beat out a rhythm on Kahlan's ass and the Confessor grunted huskily with each impact of Cara's hand. It didn't take long before she stopped trying to squirm away from the blows and instead started squirming against the chair, wishing it were Cara's lap.
Cara stopped suddenly. The silence was deafening, broken only by their breathing, each as rough as the other. Kahlan was smiling. There was some soreness, but that wasn't how Cara was punishing her. It was the waiting, the anticipation. Cara wouldn't let her just be done with it, no, she would let her spend long minutes knowing she was under Cara's complete control… and that she was safe there, because Cara would never really hurt her.
Cara's hand glided over her ass, as soothing as could be. "You should see yourself. Your ass is the most lovely shade of pink. You like pink, don't you Kahlan?"
“More," Kahlan gasped, unable to catch her breath. "H-h-harder.”
Cara's hand moved teasingly from her left asscheek to her right, nails scraping over her flesh for a moment, warning her to brace herself, then it left and came back down with a crack, the sharpest noise Kahlan had ever heard. She heard herself cry out and felt herself pushing her ass back into the next slap. Before Cara's hand came down, she moved her other hand, the gloved hand, in front of Kahlan's face. The Confessor gratefully bit down on the leather, heard the air part as Cara's hand swung down again…
***
Kahlan tried desperately to get enough air from her parted lips to her raw lungs. She had screamed at the end, as Cara stroked the flames consuming her skin into an inferno. It'd made her orgasm for what had seemed like days. Her ass still stung and she still needed Cara inside her much more than oxygen, but for now, she was sated.
"Good girl," Cara said, running her hand over Kahlan's aching flesh. Her palm traveled from the iciness of the Rada'han to the skillet-hot skin of Kahlan's backside. Somehow, just the lightest touch made the pain perfect. "Very good girl. Have you earned a reward for being so good?" A rhetorical question.
"I want your Agiel," Kahlan gritted out. "I want it in me."
"And what do I want? I'm your mistress. Shouldn't you care what I want?"
"What do you want…" Kahlan fixed her with a look. Her eyes were hooded, narrow. "Mistress?"
"Undress me."
Kahlan padded over to Cara. She took hold of Cara's belt and let her fingers move over it tantalizingly, watching the lust grow in Cara's eyes. Her fingers traveled downward, as if trying to find the right place to start. Finally, Kahlan dropped to her knees and undid Cara's boots.
Between the two of them, they had Cara undressed fast. A pang went through Cara when she realized how familiar Kahlan was with Mord'Sith leathers. She felt the urge to kill something, preferably D'Haran. But first, she was going to make Kahlan scream.
"Now go to bed."
Kahlan's face fell in disappointment so profound that for a moment, she looked like a child. But she was obedient. She walked through the door to the bedroom, her glowing red ass swaying.
Cara closed the shutters to the broken window and left the pile of snow under it to melt. She needed to be calm and in control for this. She couldn't unleash herself on Kahlan, not their first time. She could only hurt Kahlan as much as Kahlan wanted to be hurt.
In the bedroom, Kahlan had flopped down on the sheets, belly-down to let her bruises cool. Cara stood over her for a moment, savoring the view, then reached out to give the Rada'han a spin. Kahlan squeezed her eyes shut contentedly, sighed. Cara stroked her hand down Kahlan's back comfortingly, then over her ass. The effect became electric there. Kahlan looked over her shoulder, smiling coyly at Cara.
"Would mistress like anything more from me?" she asked innocently, as Cara's hand slid down her leg. In Cara's other hand was her Agiel.
"Roll over," Cara said, completely at the mercy of the smile filling her face. "Spread your legs."
Kahlan did so. She seated herself on the edge of the bed, ignoring the pain… grinning as she grabbed a thigh in each hand and opened herself for Cara. The Mord'Sith crawled onto the bed over Kahlan, not stopping until they were close enough to kiss. She licked Kahlan's lips, giving them both a taste of things to come.
"First, we're going to loosen you up…"
Kahlan's only response was an inarticulate growling. It intensified when Cara wetted her fingers in her mouth, right in front of Kahlan's face. When Cara looked into Kahlan's eyes, those bright blue irises seemed to reflect nothing but lust and want. Cara didn't dare look anywhere else as she reached down, worked a finger inside Kahlan… and felt nothing. She'd always seen Kahlan as so virginal. They looked into each others' eyes.
"It was with Richard," Kahlan said, sensing Cara's question. "Not…"
"Good. That's good." As lustful as Cara was, she felt something deeper as well. She'd been rescued in the nick of time and saved from the brink of death, but she'd never felt such relief as knowing that Kahlan's first time had been with someone she loved, someone who cherished her. She ran her hand over Kahlan's face, hoping the Confessor understood that Cara cherished her just as much. "I love you."
"I love you too," Kahlan smiled. Then she grabbed Cara's forearm and slowly moved it for Cara. "And I really love your fingers."
Cara forced herself to be the disciplined one, no matter how much Kahlan begged or pleaded. Cara let her get nowhere near orgasm, but kept her on a steady rise. She never let her get quite used to being fingered either, always adding another one when that adorably guileless look of surprise started to leave Kahlan's face. Finally, Cara pulled out four fingers as wet as the bottom of a lake. Kahlan's lips trembled as Cara sucked on them one by one, each time discovering a new facet to Kahlan's taste.
By the time Cara's pinky had popped out of her full lips, Kahlan couldn't take it anymore. She leaned forward and bit down on Cara's neck. Another moment and her tongue was lavishing the love-bite with attention, prolonging the pain and raising a chord from Cara's throat. Cara put a hand on Kahlan's chest and for a moment considered leaving it there, surrounded by the delicious warmth and softness of her bosom, letting Kahlan do her damnedest to serve. But no. This was for Kahlan. Cara shoved her onto her back.
"Are you ready?" Cara asked, holding the Agiel in front of Kahlan's face. The Confessor nearly went cross-eyed taking in just how big it was up close.
"I'm ready, mistress."
The Mord'Sith brought the Agiel down Kahlan's body, occasionally letting it slip and roll over Kahlan's skin, marking a trail of welts from between her breasts to around her navel. Kahlan winced each time, but she didn't cry out, didn't tear up. She could handle it.
Cara held the Agiel so close that it touched Kahlan's sparse pubic hair. She gave a loving touch to Kahlan's face with her free hand, and Kahlan nodded one last time. Cara lined the Agiel up and slid the tip inside, just one inch, and held it there.
"Cara!" Kahlan cried, unable to maintain the fiction of mistress and slave between her shock, her agony, and her ecstasy. She'd been dropped into an ocean of pain, a warm bath that cleansed her of all doubt and fear.
"I'm here, Kahlan," Cara replied, pushing the Agiel in another inch.
All breath left Kahlan, unable to share her body with the pain. The Confessor was thrust down onto the bed so hard her hair rippled under her, landing on her shoulders and face, sticking to the sweat rising from her. She thought she might faint. She thought she might die.
"It hurts!" Kahlan whimpered before clenching her teeth too tight to speak. How big was the Agiel? How much could she take?
Cara linked her free hand with one of Kahlan's, letting their knuckles grow white together. "Be strong, Kahlan. Be strong for me." She kissed Kahlan's hand, each finger in turn, then nuzzled her face to the back, scarred knuckles and all. "Would you like to stop?"
"No!" Kahlan cried. Her breathing was much steadier, but her grip on Cara's hand was tight as ever. "More, p-please."
Cara licked Kahlan's hand, tasting acrid sweat, and gave Kahlan another inch. The Confessor moaned deeply, running her other hand through her disheveled hair. Her face was pale and her eyes wide, but there was something other than pain in her rapid breathing and taut expression. There was anticipation. "More, Cara."
Another two inches and Kahlan cried out in shock, trailing off into delight. Cara had entered her faster than she had before. Kahlan's head lolled back, eyes swirling under closed lids. Without prompting, Cara gave her more.
Kahlan muttered to herself, the Agiel halfway inside her. Her folds weren't heated, weren't on fire, they were molten. "Hurts, hurts, hurts so nice…" She was trembling uncontrollably and if she could see herself, breasts heaving, head shaking from side to side in a storm of tangled hair, she'd be as aroused as Cara. The Mord'Sith had bit into her lip hard enough to taste blood.
"You're going to come for me, Kahlan." Cara's voice was soft as silk, creeping into Kahlan as insistently as the Agiel. It promised pleasure in equal measure to the Agiel's pain. "I'll make you."
With a smile of pure razor, Cara forced the rest of the Agiel into Kahlan with one irresistible thrust.
Kahlan no longer knew the meaning of pain or pleasure. She just knew that there was a sensation and that Cara, who she loved, who loved her, was inflicting it on her, granting it to her, sharing it with her.
"Cara, Cara, CARA!" she screamed until Cara took that from her, descending on her for a ravenous kiss that Kahlan welcomed with a beggar's need. Kahlan's hands scratched red down the corded muscles of Cara's back, not caring that every single motion she made had the Agiel shifting inside her, exploding her with this… this warmth that ran the entire spectrum, from a roaring fire on a chill night to the very center of the sun.
And finally, Kahlan couldn't do anything anymore, the heat was so intense. She was on fire, and all she could do was record every flame flickering over her thoughts. But dimly, through a haze so deep she couldn't be sure she wasn't imagining it, she heard a voice. Silky-soft, but rough and coarse and blood and fire at the same time.
"Who do you serve?" Cara demanded.
"You, mistress," Kahlan replied, the answer passing through her body with no need for her mind.
"Then come," Cara ordered, pulling the Agiel free.
Kahlan thought she had been falling before, but she hadn't even moved. The whole time, she'd been on the edge, wobbling. And now she fell, flew. Never landed. But sometime later she opened her eyes and felt the warmth give in to coolness, all but where Cara's arms and legs were wrapped around her, and where Cara's body was pressed against hers, and where Cara's face was buried in the back of her neck. And she knew she was on solid ground.
***
As much as Cara would've liked to spend all morning and all day under the sheets with Kahlan, her bladder had other ideas. She untangled herself from the Mother Confessor and went to relieve herself. Walking back, she saw that the shutters had blown open in the night. There must've been a storm. Cara smirked. She was good, but she'd never outdone a blizzard before.
She fixed it with hammer and nail, then poked her head back in to check on Kahlan. The Confessor was sound asleep. Looking at her, there was something completely innocent in how her bedsheets carelessly fell away from her body, exposing whatever wished to be exposed. Kahlan didn't look vulnerable—she looked wistful, and sated, and content. She looked like someone in love.
Cara dressed, wincing when her leathers met the scratches down her back, and fixed breakfast. It was hardly the work of a mistress, but she didn't really believe in words like that anymore.
***
Whoever had owned the cabin last had left a supply of linens and textiles in a closet. Not wanting to wake Kahlan, Cara went to work with them. She had seen her mother work enough to know her way around scissors and thimbles, and she'd sewn up enough wounds to handle a needle. And she was in the mood to work, which was the most important part of art.
At mid-day, Kahlan limped in, wearing the bedsheets around her like a cloak. Her lips were still twined with a smile, but she'd taken off the Rada'han. Cara nodded to herself. It wasn't good to wear such a thing all the time.
"You came hard, Kahlan," Cara drawled, not looking up from her sewing. "I had to wrestle you down. I don't think even I've had one that big."
"I'll see what I can do."
Cara looked up, blinking. Kahlan sat at the table, innocently eating her oatmeal.
For a while, everything was peace and silence. Kahlan picked her bowl clean and Cara put the finishing touches on her project. When Kahlan broke the silence, Cara pricked herself with the needle.
"What are we going to tell Richard?"
Cara sucked at her bleeding finger. "If he doesn't make too big a fuss, he can watch?"
Kahlan stood, pulling the sheets tighter around herself. "He'll say you're taking advantage of me."
"And what will you say?"
"That you saved me."
Cara pulled the last stitch and snipped the thread, then held up her handiwork. It was a dress--bodice, skirt, and long sweeping sleeves--but all colored blood-red.
Cara drew close and held the dress in front of Kahlan so they could see how it would fit. Kahlan didn't shy away or tense up, and that was a way of saying "I love you" as well.
"Things are going to get better," Cara said, like other warriors took oaths. "I wasn't lying about that."
"How can you be sure?" Kahlan didn't doubt Cara, not when she had been in between where Cara had been and where she was now, but she liked it when Cara was hopeful. She liked it almost as much as hearing her voice.
"How can I be sure things will get better?" Cara put her arms around Kahlan and the dress, crushing them all together. "I have two Agiels, Kahlan."
Title: Only torture if it hurts
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: R
Word Count: 4,791
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Kahlan, references to Richard/Kahlan
Author’s notes: Betaed by
susurrusnight Previous: Part 2
Next: White Leather
Summary: There's only so long you can press someone until they give.
Though the snow had started to fall, Cara didn't let up on Kahlan. They jogged at dawn and dusk, heated by sweat across the winding mountain trail. At noon they did pull-ups, in the afternoon push-ups, in the evening sit-ups. Kahlan's body became toned and full, and Cara found herself easing her fingers over the returning musculature, pleased with what they'd accomplished together. If you closed your eyes against her pallor and only felt her body, you could believe Kahlan had never been taken. Each night Cara held Kahlan in her arms and felt that she was harder, warmer. Their sleep was deep and contented.
One day they were doing push-ups outside, letting the thin air and low temperature further test them. Cara was like a machine, as always, her condensed breath like puffs of steam off an engine. But for the first time, Kahlan was keeping up, showing no sign of tiring.
Usually, Cara liked to transition Kahlan between different exercises, just like she made sure Kahlan ate regularly and had some time by herself. But that was before Kahlan challenged her. Cara kept up the push-ups as the sun lowered, and Kahlan went right along with her.
Finally, sometime between the sun setting and the stars coming out, Cara slipped and sprawled on her stomach. Kahlan tapped out another ten push-ups before going to check on her.
"You didn't beat me," Cara muttered. "I just like the snow."
Kahlan took off her cloak and lay down beside her, making a snow angel. She doused her hot face with a handful of snow.
Cara rolled onto her side, head propped up on her hand. "Would you feel up to weapons tomorrow?"
Kahlan stopped moving and just lay there, letting snowflakes pepper her. "If you think I'm ready."
"You'll be more than ready. When winter is over, you'll be able to kill every soldier in D'Hara. They'll never lay a finger on you again. You can have vengeance."
"As long as it's with you."
"I would kill anyone who ever touched you. But that would hardly be satisfying." Cara sprawled out on her back, catching her breath.
Kahlan caught a snowflake on her tongue. She sucked on it thoughtfully. "And then what?"
Cara was still exhaling hard white breaths. "What do you mean?"
"After we kill all the D'Harans and stop all the evil plots and save all the helpless villagers… what will we do?"
Cara closed her eyes, felt snowflakes melt on her eyelids. "You'll get married to Richard. Have kids, maybe four or five. Live happily ever after. I don't recall, but isn't that how the fairy tales go?"
"And you?"
"I'll serve in the shadows. Where I'm needed. There will always be darkness, Kahlan. I'll just stop it from falling on you."
"It's already fallen on me." Cara heard snow crunch as Kahlan levered herself up, holding herself over Cara on both hands. "I don't love Richard. He'll never understand what I've been through. Part of him will always wonder why I can't just get over it, or heal, or move on. But for us, there's nothing to move on to."
"There's enough. There's plenty." Cara opened her eyes. Kahlan's head blocked out the sun. "Don't worry about me. I'll find someone."
"Someone you care about as much as me? Someone you'll protect as hard as me?"
"Someone who doesn't belong to the Lord Rahl."
Before Cara knew it, Kahlan was on her feet. Her hair fell down to her shoulders, speckled with snow. "I don't belong to anyone, Cara. Isn't that the whole point of this?"
***
The snow got worse. They kept the fire going all day and didn't open the doors except for fresh snow to melt. After the push-ups and pull-ups and sit-ups, they sat on a couch and watched the snow climb up the windows.
"You can stop loving me," Cara said. "It's easy. Just think of Richard. Think of how warm he made you feel. Then remind yourself that I'll never make you feel that way."
"You already do."
Cara stood and paced frantically, walking through each room of the cabin in turn. A Mord'Sith was valued for stillness, patience, the ability to pound away at a will until it finally crumbled. But Cara could find none of that inside herself. More than anything, she wanted to run until sweat bled through her leathers.
When she returned to the foyer, Kahlan was still sitting there, her mien wounded and exquisite. Waiting.
"You're the Mother Confessor!" Cara reminded, standing over her like a mountain. "I'm Mord'Sith. How much more of a sign do you need to figure out it isn't supposed to happen?"
"I'm a dog," Kahlan said. "An old mutt who's only known one kindness. Let me be your hound, if nothing else. Whip me, neglect me, but let me hunt with you. It's the only happiness I've known. Everything else was ripped away from me. Don't take this too."
Cara grabbed Kahlan by the folds of her cloak and jerked her up, then rammed her against the window. Glass broke, letting in gusts of wind, coldness that stung. "I could make you love him. I have you all winter. By spring, you could be begging for Richard's embrace!"
"You could," Kahlan said, feeling glass prickle her back. "But you won't. You love me. You think you love Richard more, but you don't. You don't owe him that."
"He… he deserves you." Cara backed away, letting Kahlan's clothes run through her fingers. "I don't."
"I want you. Not him. You know me. Not him."
Cara had backed away far enough to see Kahlan against the snow rushing in. Kahlan pulled at her clothes until they littered the floor, their dull gray coloring no longer distinguishing Kahlan from the storm. Her body, once bronzed and curvaceous, was now as sharp and corded as a war club, her skin ivory and her hair ebony.
Cara could no longer call up the ghost of how she had once appeared. This Kahlan, slender and scarred and knotted, had erased it. The wind whipped in, caressing Kahlan's body and knifing into Cara's.
Naked, diminished, but as perfect as ice glittering in the sun, Kahlan walked past Cara, her every supple movement marked. Hunched animalistically, she dug into her pack, and came up with something she held out to Cara like a lover would present a bouquet of flowers.
A Rada'han.
"Be my mistress," Kahlan begged. She wasn't too vulnerable to have some huskiness in her voice, a hint of what orders she wanted Cara to give her.
Cara took the Rada'han from her. It was cold to the touch, cold enough to burn. She raised it to Kahlan's neck, seeing the gulp in her throat as she did. Then she snapped it shut. Kahlan exhaled as though she had just let go of a great burden and the release was soothing her every muscle.
"Command me, Mistress Cara," Kahlan said, with the flavor of an order.
Cara wouldn't have it any other way. "Be seated."
Kahlan prowled to a simple wooden chair and sunk into it like a queen taking the throne. She cast a glance at the snow piling up under the broken window. "Should we move someplace warmer?"
"No," Cara said, drawing her Agiel. "I'll keep you plenty warm."
Kahlan's breathing reached a fever pitch as the Agiel approached her. She spread her legs, setting her feet down to either side of her with a heavy thud, then reached down and spread herself. Cara smiled hungrily at the pink; it was the most vivid color to Kahlan, aside from her hooded eyes.
Cara held the Agiel in front of Kahlan's sex, then gave it a spin. It didn't touch either of Kahlan's wide-spread legs, but one wouldn't be able to tell that from the way Kahlan moaned. Cara smirked, pleased, and brushed the Agiel over Kahlan's kneecap.
Kahlan cried out, but as soon as the contact was over she was panting with desire. Cara enjoyed the sight of Kahlan's breath lifting her cleavage. She pressed the Agiel to Kahlan's quads and hissed out her air at the sight of the muscles tensing. There was so much power there. If Kahlan wrapped those legs around her, she wouldn't break free. At least, not easily.
Kahlan had to grip the bottom of her seat to stop from grabbing Cara's Agiel and forcing it inside her. Maybe they could both use it, at once. Her knuckles turned white around the chair. "More. Please mistress," she pleaded.
Cara licked her lips. Kahlan knew how to beg. It was utterly shameless, her voice making it clear just how much she needed this. Cara had never understood how some of her sisters could gag people during sex. They were missing the best part. The look in Kahlan's eyes was good, but the desperation in her voice, the conviction that she would die without Cara's touch… it was heavenly.
Cara jabbed the Agiel into Kahlan's thigh. She had a pattern worked out, left leg, right leg, left leg. Kahlan seemed to appreciate the contrast. She screamed brokenly and now Cara could smell her, thick and heady, like wine that'd been aged underground. Cara was ready to drink.
"Fuck me, Cara," Kahlan said, recovering now that the Agiel was off her leg. "Take me now!"
She wasn't ready. An Agiel at the right place was pain so intense it became pleasure. Mord'Sith were just as careful to avoid those points as they were to find the right ones. When you broke someone with pleasure, they didn't come back.
"You come for me." Cara buried the Agiel in Kahlan's breast, loving how the pain made her nipple so erect that it stung even after Cara took the rod away. "Not for yourself."
Kahlan choked on disappointment. She was so cold and Cara was so warm, bringing her to a boil by touching her. She couldn't go back to being frozen again. When Cara laughed and moved the Agiel over her body, refusing to let her taste it, Kahlan felt an overwhelming anger. Her hand flew out and slapped Cara across the face.
Slowly, Cara turned back to Kahlan. The side of her face burned red and tousled hair covered her eye. She grinned feverishly as she put her Agiel away. Kahlan felt herself getting even more impossibly wet.
"You selfish little bitch," Cara chided. For all her discipline, she couldn't kill the smile on her face. "Now I'm all wet and instead of doing something about it, I'm going to have to discipline you."
"I'm sorry, mistress," Kahlan apologized dutifully.
"You will be. Get up."
Kahlan got up, and the spring in her step, the sheer eagerness to be disciplined, made Cara grab her and pull her so close it felt like their bodies were one. Cara's hot breath made Kahlan's lips tingle. They parted for Cara's tongue and teeth, and Kahlan felt the delicious leather of Cara's gloves cresting her spine, fingers clawing into her ass. Beneath all the discipline, Cara was an animal that would devour her whole. Remembering that made Kahlan hot as the summer sun.
Abruptly, Cara spun Kahlan around and forced her down across the chair. Only when Kahlan was on her belly did Cara slowly wipe her lips clean. Her hand went down to Kahlan's upturned ass, lovingly massaging the marks her fingers had made. Kahlan murmured, trying to keep her begging low to maintain the illusion that she didn't want this. Cara's hand roamed from side to side, watching as the reddened skin returned to perfection and then prickled from the cold.
Then the hands stopped and Kahlan nearly whimpered for real. She heard leather leaving skin, smelled the musk of sweat, and closed her eyes to imagine all the clothing items Cara could be ridding herself of. She didn't dare look. She would pique Cara just enough to let her demonstrate her authority, no more. But after a while, she wondered if Cara was even there, wasn't elsewhere fetching something fun. Kahlan raised her head to look back and felt Cara's steel-hard fingers gripping the back of her neck, just below the Rada'han, forcing her back down.
"I was enjoying looking at you like that," Cara said, fingers tightening. Her hand was bare, and just the thought of a leather glove on the floor somewhere made Kahlan's heart pound. It was a great start. "Anyone would enjoy the sight of you naked, but lying across a chair, your ass in the air, waiting to be punished… That's really something."
"Please, mistress. Punish me. Help me learn. Make me a good girl."
Cara smiled in satisfaction. She could get off on this alone, but she didn't have the patience. She wanted Kahlan's screams as well. Her hand traveled down, between Kahlan's shoulder blades. "Feel that. My bare hand. Soft, isn't it? I wear gloves all day so that when the time comes for play, my hands are smooth as silk. Do you enjoy them, Kahlan?"
"Yes, mistress. They're wonderful."
Cara's supple fingers spread out and trailed down Kahlan's lower back. "How would you like to feel them punish you? Feel them give you pain?"
"I'd be honored, mistress."
Cara's hand dipped lower, took a handful of Kahlan's ass. Squeezed for an uncomfortably long beat. When Kahlan purred her approval, Cara took her hand away, brought it up and then brought it down. Kahlan entire body jerked instinctively away from the pain. After a moment, Kahlan took a deep breath and wiggled her ass for another. Cara smiled and ran her fingernails over the handprint she'd left. Cara wouldn't let it fade to pink. She'd keep punishing Kahlan until her ass looked like a ripe, juicy red fruit.
Cara beat out a rhythm on Kahlan's ass and the Confessor grunted huskily with each impact of Cara's hand. It didn't take long before she stopped trying to squirm away from the blows and instead started squirming against the chair, wishing it were Cara's lap.
Cara stopped suddenly. The silence was deafening, broken only by their breathing, each as rough as the other. Kahlan was smiling. There was some soreness, but that wasn't how Cara was punishing her. It was the waiting, the anticipation. Cara wouldn't let her just be done with it, no, she would let her spend long minutes knowing she was under Cara's complete control… and that she was safe there, because Cara would never really hurt her.
Cara's hand glided over her ass, as soothing as could be. "You should see yourself. Your ass is the most lovely shade of pink. You like pink, don't you Kahlan?"
“More," Kahlan gasped, unable to catch her breath. "H-h-harder.”
Cara's hand moved teasingly from her left asscheek to her right, nails scraping over her flesh for a moment, warning her to brace herself, then it left and came back down with a crack, the sharpest noise Kahlan had ever heard. She heard herself cry out and felt herself pushing her ass back into the next slap. Before Cara's hand came down, she moved her other hand, the gloved hand, in front of Kahlan's face. The Confessor gratefully bit down on the leather, heard the air part as Cara's hand swung down again…
***
Kahlan tried desperately to get enough air from her parted lips to her raw lungs. She had screamed at the end, as Cara stroked the flames consuming her skin into an inferno. It'd made her orgasm for what had seemed like days. Her ass still stung and she still needed Cara inside her much more than oxygen, but for now, she was sated.
"Good girl," Cara said, running her hand over Kahlan's aching flesh. Her palm traveled from the iciness of the Rada'han to the skillet-hot skin of Kahlan's backside. Somehow, just the lightest touch made the pain perfect. "Very good girl. Have you earned a reward for being so good?" A rhetorical question.
"I want your Agiel," Kahlan gritted out. "I want it in me."
"And what do I want? I'm your mistress. Shouldn't you care what I want?"
"What do you want…" Kahlan fixed her with a look. Her eyes were hooded, narrow. "Mistress?"
"Undress me."
Kahlan padded over to Cara. She took hold of Cara's belt and let her fingers move over it tantalizingly, watching the lust grow in Cara's eyes. Her fingers traveled downward, as if trying to find the right place to start. Finally, Kahlan dropped to her knees and undid Cara's boots.
Between the two of them, they had Cara undressed fast. A pang went through Cara when she realized how familiar Kahlan was with Mord'Sith leathers. She felt the urge to kill something, preferably D'Haran. But first, she was going to make Kahlan scream.
"Now go to bed."
Kahlan's face fell in disappointment so profound that for a moment, she looked like a child. But she was obedient. She walked through the door to the bedroom, her glowing red ass swaying.
Cara closed the shutters to the broken window and left the pile of snow under it to melt. She needed to be calm and in control for this. She couldn't unleash herself on Kahlan, not their first time. She could only hurt Kahlan as much as Kahlan wanted to be hurt.
In the bedroom, Kahlan had flopped down on the sheets, belly-down to let her bruises cool. Cara stood over her for a moment, savoring the view, then reached out to give the Rada'han a spin. Kahlan squeezed her eyes shut contentedly, sighed. Cara stroked her hand down Kahlan's back comfortingly, then over her ass. The effect became electric there. Kahlan looked over her shoulder, smiling coyly at Cara.
"Would mistress like anything more from me?" she asked innocently, as Cara's hand slid down her leg. In Cara's other hand was her Agiel.
"Roll over," Cara said, completely at the mercy of the smile filling her face. "Spread your legs."
Kahlan did so. She seated herself on the edge of the bed, ignoring the pain… grinning as she grabbed a thigh in each hand and opened herself for Cara. The Mord'Sith crawled onto the bed over Kahlan, not stopping until they were close enough to kiss. She licked Kahlan's lips, giving them both a taste of things to come.
"First, we're going to loosen you up…"
Kahlan's only response was an inarticulate growling. It intensified when Cara wetted her fingers in her mouth, right in front of Kahlan's face. When Cara looked into Kahlan's eyes, those bright blue irises seemed to reflect nothing but lust and want. Cara didn't dare look anywhere else as she reached down, worked a finger inside Kahlan… and felt nothing. She'd always seen Kahlan as so virginal. They looked into each others' eyes.
"It was with Richard," Kahlan said, sensing Cara's question. "Not…"
"Good. That's good." As lustful as Cara was, she felt something deeper as well. She'd been rescued in the nick of time and saved from the brink of death, but she'd never felt such relief as knowing that Kahlan's first time had been with someone she loved, someone who cherished her. She ran her hand over Kahlan's face, hoping the Confessor understood that Cara cherished her just as much. "I love you."
"I love you too," Kahlan smiled. Then she grabbed Cara's forearm and slowly moved it for Cara. "And I really love your fingers."
Cara forced herself to be the disciplined one, no matter how much Kahlan begged or pleaded. Cara let her get nowhere near orgasm, but kept her on a steady rise. She never let her get quite used to being fingered either, always adding another one when that adorably guileless look of surprise started to leave Kahlan's face. Finally, Cara pulled out four fingers as wet as the bottom of a lake. Kahlan's lips trembled as Cara sucked on them one by one, each time discovering a new facet to Kahlan's taste.
By the time Cara's pinky had popped out of her full lips, Kahlan couldn't take it anymore. She leaned forward and bit down on Cara's neck. Another moment and her tongue was lavishing the love-bite with attention, prolonging the pain and raising a chord from Cara's throat. Cara put a hand on Kahlan's chest and for a moment considered leaving it there, surrounded by the delicious warmth and softness of her bosom, letting Kahlan do her damnedest to serve. But no. This was for Kahlan. Cara shoved her onto her back.
"Are you ready?" Cara asked, holding the Agiel in front of Kahlan's face. The Confessor nearly went cross-eyed taking in just how big it was up close.
"I'm ready, mistress."
The Mord'Sith brought the Agiel down Kahlan's body, occasionally letting it slip and roll over Kahlan's skin, marking a trail of welts from between her breasts to around her navel. Kahlan winced each time, but she didn't cry out, didn't tear up. She could handle it.
Cara held the Agiel so close that it touched Kahlan's sparse pubic hair. She gave a loving touch to Kahlan's face with her free hand, and Kahlan nodded one last time. Cara lined the Agiel up and slid the tip inside, just one inch, and held it there.
"Cara!" Kahlan cried, unable to maintain the fiction of mistress and slave between her shock, her agony, and her ecstasy. She'd been dropped into an ocean of pain, a warm bath that cleansed her of all doubt and fear.
"I'm here, Kahlan," Cara replied, pushing the Agiel in another inch.
All breath left Kahlan, unable to share her body with the pain. The Confessor was thrust down onto the bed so hard her hair rippled under her, landing on her shoulders and face, sticking to the sweat rising from her. She thought she might faint. She thought she might die.
"It hurts!" Kahlan whimpered before clenching her teeth too tight to speak. How big was the Agiel? How much could she take?
Cara linked her free hand with one of Kahlan's, letting their knuckles grow white together. "Be strong, Kahlan. Be strong for me." She kissed Kahlan's hand, each finger in turn, then nuzzled her face to the back, scarred knuckles and all. "Would you like to stop?"
"No!" Kahlan cried. Her breathing was much steadier, but her grip on Cara's hand was tight as ever. "More, p-please."
Cara licked Kahlan's hand, tasting acrid sweat, and gave Kahlan another inch. The Confessor moaned deeply, running her other hand through her disheveled hair. Her face was pale and her eyes wide, but there was something other than pain in her rapid breathing and taut expression. There was anticipation. "More, Cara."
Another two inches and Kahlan cried out in shock, trailing off into delight. Cara had entered her faster than she had before. Kahlan's head lolled back, eyes swirling under closed lids. Without prompting, Cara gave her more.
Kahlan muttered to herself, the Agiel halfway inside her. Her folds weren't heated, weren't on fire, they were molten. "Hurts, hurts, hurts so nice…" She was trembling uncontrollably and if she could see herself, breasts heaving, head shaking from side to side in a storm of tangled hair, she'd be as aroused as Cara. The Mord'Sith had bit into her lip hard enough to taste blood.
"You're going to come for me, Kahlan." Cara's voice was soft as silk, creeping into Kahlan as insistently as the Agiel. It promised pleasure in equal measure to the Agiel's pain. "I'll make you."
With a smile of pure razor, Cara forced the rest of the Agiel into Kahlan with one irresistible thrust.
Kahlan no longer knew the meaning of pain or pleasure. She just knew that there was a sensation and that Cara, who she loved, who loved her, was inflicting it on her, granting it to her, sharing it with her.
"Cara, Cara, CARA!" she screamed until Cara took that from her, descending on her for a ravenous kiss that Kahlan welcomed with a beggar's need. Kahlan's hands scratched red down the corded muscles of Cara's back, not caring that every single motion she made had the Agiel shifting inside her, exploding her with this… this warmth that ran the entire spectrum, from a roaring fire on a chill night to the very center of the sun.
And finally, Kahlan couldn't do anything anymore, the heat was so intense. She was on fire, and all she could do was record every flame flickering over her thoughts. But dimly, through a haze so deep she couldn't be sure she wasn't imagining it, she heard a voice. Silky-soft, but rough and coarse and blood and fire at the same time.
"Who do you serve?" Cara demanded.
"You, mistress," Kahlan replied, the answer passing through her body with no need for her mind.
"Then come," Cara ordered, pulling the Agiel free.
Kahlan thought she had been falling before, but she hadn't even moved. The whole time, she'd been on the edge, wobbling. And now she fell, flew. Never landed. But sometime later she opened her eyes and felt the warmth give in to coolness, all but where Cara's arms and legs were wrapped around her, and where Cara's body was pressed against hers, and where Cara's face was buried in the back of her neck. And she knew she was on solid ground.
***
As much as Cara would've liked to spend all morning and all day under the sheets with Kahlan, her bladder had other ideas. She untangled herself from the Mother Confessor and went to relieve herself. Walking back, she saw that the shutters had blown open in the night. There must've been a storm. Cara smirked. She was good, but she'd never outdone a blizzard before.
She fixed it with hammer and nail, then poked her head back in to check on Kahlan. The Confessor was sound asleep. Looking at her, there was something completely innocent in how her bedsheets carelessly fell away from her body, exposing whatever wished to be exposed. Kahlan didn't look vulnerable—she looked wistful, and sated, and content. She looked like someone in love.
Cara dressed, wincing when her leathers met the scratches down her back, and fixed breakfast. It was hardly the work of a mistress, but she didn't really believe in words like that anymore.
***
Whoever had owned the cabin last had left a supply of linens and textiles in a closet. Not wanting to wake Kahlan, Cara went to work with them. She had seen her mother work enough to know her way around scissors and thimbles, and she'd sewn up enough wounds to handle a needle. And she was in the mood to work, which was the most important part of art.
At mid-day, Kahlan limped in, wearing the bedsheets around her like a cloak. Her lips were still twined with a smile, but she'd taken off the Rada'han. Cara nodded to herself. It wasn't good to wear such a thing all the time.
"You came hard, Kahlan," Cara drawled, not looking up from her sewing. "I had to wrestle you down. I don't think even I've had one that big."
"I'll see what I can do."
Cara looked up, blinking. Kahlan sat at the table, innocently eating her oatmeal.
For a while, everything was peace and silence. Kahlan picked her bowl clean and Cara put the finishing touches on her project. When Kahlan broke the silence, Cara pricked herself with the needle.
"What are we going to tell Richard?"
Cara sucked at her bleeding finger. "If he doesn't make too big a fuss, he can watch?"
Kahlan stood, pulling the sheets tighter around herself. "He'll say you're taking advantage of me."
"And what will you say?"
"That you saved me."
Cara pulled the last stitch and snipped the thread, then held up her handiwork. It was a dress--bodice, skirt, and long sweeping sleeves--but all colored blood-red.
Cara drew close and held the dress in front of Kahlan so they could see how it would fit. Kahlan didn't shy away or tense up, and that was a way of saying "I love you" as well.
"Things are going to get better," Cara said, like other warriors took oaths. "I wasn't lying about that."
"How can you be sure?" Kahlan didn't doubt Cara, not when she had been in between where Cara had been and where she was now, but she liked it when Cara was hopeful. She liked it almost as much as hearing her voice.
"How can I be sure things will get better?" Cara put her arms around Kahlan and the dress, crushing them all together. "I have two Agiels, Kahlan."
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Date: 2010-07-28 05:13 pm (UTC)Loving it, and the happy ending was great! Thank you, thank you, thank you.
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Date: 2010-07-28 05:26 pm (UTC)"I'll see what I can do."
Cara looked up, blinking. Kahlan sat at the table, innocently eating her oatmeal.
heeeeeehehehee.
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Date: 2010-07-28 05:58 pm (UTC)Terribly, terribly hot.
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Date: 2010-07-28 06:44 pm (UTC)The great thing is that, even if she'd never admit it, entering into a relationship with Kahlan shows that Cara's accepting the part of herself that wants to have that kind of sex with Kahlan. So it's a bit of catharsis for both of them.
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Date: 2010-07-28 07:57 pm (UTC)Here's two of my favs:
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"You came hard, Kahlan," Cara drawled, not looking up from her sewing. "I had to wrestle you down. I don't think even I've had one that big."
"I'll see what I can do."
Cara looked up, blinking. Kahlan sat at the table, innocently eating her oatmeal.
Kahlan being cheeky and managing to get Cara to blink = the true mark of healing, i.e. the payoff for the intense process and growth of the night before is marked for the readers in such a sweet, subtle and elegant way :)
simplicity FTW.
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"And she was in the mood to work, which was the most important part of art."
Regardless of the story, Best. line. ever.
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Date: 2010-07-28 08:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-28 08:53 pm (UTC)Obviously, Kahlan's masturbated to just about everything, since she can't think of Richard without imagining Zedd saying "NOOOOOO!"no subject
Date: 2010-07-28 10:58 pm (UTC)*snorfle* BWAHAHAHA!!!! xD xD xD"
How can I be sure things will get better?" Cara put her arms around Kahlan and the dress, crushing them all together. "I have two Agiels, Kahlan."
I literally SQUEEEEEEEE-ed when I read that. OMG YES YES YES!!! Er, that sounded wrong... *cough*
THIS FIC IS SOOOOO FANTASTIC!!! BRAVO AND MUCH LUVS!!! I'm DEFINITELY going to be reading it again and again and again and again...
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Date: 2010-07-29 12:51 am (UTC)have fightsexspar, yes?no subject
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Date: 2010-07-29 01:06 am (UTC)I so enjoyed these three parts of awesomeness. and it was also very well recieved and reserved as you totally hit my favorite kink button. so kudos to you and your testicular fortitude (i prefer the ovarian sort myself but hey, catch phrases are catch phrases) for posting such a exciting and thrilling piece of work.
*hands you the bucket containing all of todays internet points* you so earned these!
thank you!
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Date: 2010-07-29 01:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-29 03:35 am (UTC)Now I don't mean to be a bitch and spoil all the fun of everyone enjoying this last part, but I just don't get Kahlan's wanting to Agiel-fuck. The damn thing broke her for 6 months and left her a whimpering mess. I find it counter-intuitive that she would even allow one near her again, let alone be used in that way. Call me all sorts of names and throw me into the crack that leads to the underworld, but since I loved the first 2 chapters soooo much, I had to express my opinion.
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You are so funny:
"What are we going to tell Richard?"
Cara sucked at her bleeding finger. "If he doesn't make too big a fuss, he can watch?" SNORT
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Date: 2010-07-29 10:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-29 11:31 am (UTC)there is a sequel in the work right ? because it does need a sequel !
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Date: 2010-07-29 11:51 am (UTC)So many good things in here that I would end up quoting the whole thing but I loved:
"You came hard, Kahlan," Cara drawled, not looking up from her sewing. "I had to wrestle you down. I don't think even I've had one that big."
"I'll see what I can do."
In this moment you just knew that both Cara & Kahlan were going to be OK!!!
Just a brilliant story and well told/written...thank you:)
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Date: 2010-08-15 03:03 pm (UTC)But, I'm glad you at least liked the first two chapters. XD
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