LotS fic: Torment (Cara/Kahlan/Richard)
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seriousficTitle: Torment
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5,292
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Kahlan/Richard
Warnings:Y'all know my thoughts on yuri, but it's a threesome fic, and sooner or later there's going to be Little Richard.
Summary: Cara wants to be with Kahlan, but she's married to Richard. Unless that isn't a problem…
Just because they held Agiels didn't mean the Mord'Sith were negligent when it came to pain. They were intimate with the pain of being cut, the pain of being drowned, the pain of heat, the pain of cold. There was only one pain Cara was unprepared for. The pain of being apart from Kahlan and its twin, the pain of being near her.
Kahlan Amnell was a torture beyond any Cara was acquainted with. Like any good torment, it kept her suspended between life and death. Just when she was used to being unable to relieve Kahlan's sorrow, Richard would return from an important boredom and Kahlan's happiness would rake its claws through Cara's skin.
Perhaps it would be easier if she could hate Richard, but she was denied that salve. He was a good man; more importantly, a good Lord Rahl. Cara knew in her mind that she shouldn't love him, that it just made things worse. But the training was loud and reason was soft and she could come up with as many reasons not to love Richard as she could not to love Kahlan, to as much effect. In her redemption, she had become another kind of monster, a shadowy thing that stalked the happiness of others, wanting it for herself. It would be best for everyone (including, inconsequently, her) if she were gone from them.
"Don't be silly," Kahlan said, as if Cara were still a child in the ways of friendship. "Darken Rahl is dead and the Keeper is defeated. There's no need for you to go on some quest. But if you're bored, we could always organize a hunt."
A hunt. Cara already felt like she was on a hunt. One where she was run ragged, catching constant sight of her prey, but never able to make the killing shot.
She understood now why sex was so encouraged within Mord'Sith strictures. As harsh as it could be, there was no longing there, nothing denied, nothing unrequited. Love made control impossible.
Maybe it was the months of celibacy that had dug this void. Maybe it was knowing Richard and Kahlan. Perhaps it was Triana's betrayal, still only scabbed over after all this time. They'd been as close as two Mord'Sith could be.
She was still Mord'Sith, not a lovestruck fool. She would adapt, she would plan, she would execute. This would be an obstacle like any other: surmounted.
She needed to set Kahlan against her, overcome that instinct for forgiveness. The Confessor was a woman ruled by intellect, but there was one arena where no one who entered could be reasonable.
She hid in the kitchen, spending hours on the smell of sizzling meat. Eventually Kahlan arrived. She inquired about the cook's family, even though she had no reason to think their circumstances had changed since yesterday. She tasted the stew, sampled the meat, made suggestions; who would know better what Richard Cypher loved?
Cara left her there, making things perfect, and went to Richard's study. He preferred it to the throne room.
More laws to be signed, more reparations to be made. It was said that D'Hara's army was the steel against steel so Lord Rahl could be the magic against magic, but Cara thought it more likely that he was the paperwork against paperwork. In the red robes of D'Hara, he looked both himself and not himself, like a figure from Zedd's other world, a life not lived.
What she felt for him hurt, but it didn't scare her like Kahlan. Even if he was Master Rahl, he was a man, and men were weak where she aimed.
"Important affairs of state?" she asked from the doorway, putting the slightest emphasis on 'affairs.'
"If I don't have these all signed by dawn, apparently the world will go to the Keeper again."
"Don't pay your advisers any mind. You should relax. You've won. Enjoy victory." Her hands encircled his shoulders and with her fingers she tugged insistently at the pressure he was harboring. "You've done great things. You're a great man. You deserve more than those who haven't suffered as you have."
"Cara," he said, her name not Kahlan's, meant to push her away but also posing a question.
Kahlan would be gentle with him. Their lovemaking would be sweet and reverent, slow and awed. Cara was not. Her hand went to his groin and touched him in ways that Kahlan could not have known. She knew what she wanted and made her impression of it before it would be snatched away. A part of Richard that had been dying of neglect drank deeply of Cara's forcefulness.
"I haven't served you as I should."
They'd never been together, but the weight of that pressed on them from all sides. They were bound by what might have been. Cara sat in his lap and tilted his head back and poured into his mouth all her duty, her uncertainty, her gratefulness. When the Agiel at her hip brushed against him, he groaned and did nothing more.
"Richard!" Kahlan gasped from the doorway, angered, hurt, her husband's dinner tumbling from her hands to crash on the floor.
Cara didn't release him. It was hard to let go, now that she'd started. But she did turn to Kahlan, to see that perfect anger one last time.
"Oh." Kahlan softened. "It's you." She sounded amused with her own foolishness. Like a woman who'd picked up a knife, thinking a sound in the night was a prowler, only to find it was her lover come home late.
Cara wished she had something to say, some sarcastic remark or lascivious innuendo, but she hadn't expected there to be anything to say. Shouldn't Kahlan be yelling at her? Hadn't she displeased her?
Kahlan closed the door behind her. Locked it. She went through the room, turning each key in its lock. Richard still hadn't broken contact with Cara. Finally, Kahlan sat by them and Cara could see a tremble in her that spoke of the challenge it was to hold herself still. But it wasn't violence she was holding in. Not that kind. "Please continue."
Richard finally pushed Cara back, but not far enough. She could still feel the heat of his groin within her legs. "Kahlan, we'll talk. Cara must not know what she's doing—"
"She knows. So do I." Kahlan fixed Cara with a stare, a smile. "Did you think I'd be angry? Or is that what you hoped?"
Cara kept her mouth shut. She felt like a child again, being broken again. It was impossible. With desperation, she attacked Richard, but he knew what Kahlan had said without her saying it, and kissed Cara back with force that dwarfed her paltry, awkward effort.
"She talks about you," Richard murmured, an epiphany against Cara's collarbone. "She lies awake in my arms and talks about how she wishes you would do something like this."
"Quiet!" she snapped, in a voice reserved for slaves.
Kahlan kissed her before Richard could. Cara felt what it was like to be Richard for a moment. But there was something beneath the worshipfulness, something almost Mord'Sith.
Cara pushed them both away, in the process slipping from Richard's lap and falling to the floor. Her hand settled on her Agiel. "You are Kahlan Amnell, the Mother Confessor and the Lady Rahl. You are not to be passed between two lovers like a well-compensated whore!"
Kahlan didn't say anything. Didn't have to. Cara couldn't move as she let her Confessor's dress drop to the rich carpet, and it was too late when Kahlan crouched over her, naked and unashamed.
"He doesn't love me the way he loves you," Cara said defensively, referring to Richard, waiting behind Kahlan, still enraptured by her nude form. "And I don't love him the way I love you. And you—"
"I love you," Kahlan said. "That's all that matters."
She was wrong. The kiss was all that mattered, the feel of her body even through leather. In a second, Cara'd decided. No more self-pity. If Kahlan was opening up like this, she'd be entered. Like a switch being thrown, Cara rolled Kahlan over, pinning her to the carpet hard enough to give her rug burn, a thigh instantly between those long, slender legs.
She looked back at Richard. It was hard to tell which was more prominent, his gulping Adam's apple or the erection struggling against his robe. She caught him just beginning to undress and now, sheepishly, he froze.
"Make yourself useful," Cara said, "Lord Rahl."
He kissed the back of her neck as he undid her leathers, his hands fumbling, Kahlan's slower and more precise as she broke each buckle in turn. Between Richard's rushed effort and Kahlan's languid tease, Cara's leathers were off before she had time to think.
"You Mord'Sith," Kahlan said, softly amused. "You act like you're the only ones in the Midlands who ever have sex." Her hands were deceptively soft, brushing through Cara's hair, applying the slightest of pressure to her scalp, but Cara could no more defy them than she could break through iron bands. "Show me what you're so good at."
Cara got on her knees, such a deceptively perfect place to be, and let her head sink down into Kahlan's lap. She mocking kissed Kahlan's pubic hair, catching just the slightest taste of her. She could be gentle too.
She felt more than saw Kahlan's head ease back, her lips curve, an entirely controlled and satisfied sigh emerge from those perfect lips. It had the same effect on Richard that it had on her. He crawled over Cara to get to Kahlan, and the sound of them kissing drove all restraint from Cara. She suckled on Kahlan's clit, and was extremely pleased with the sound of Kahlan moaning, unfettered by Richard's mouth.
Then she heard his robes rustle as they were pulled apart, and a slick, wet sound to go with his sudden intake of air. Cara just had to look up, even if it meant no longer tasting Kahlan.
Kahlan's hand looked absurdly small with Richard's manhood in it, those delicate fingers wrapped around all that… meat. There was nothing tentative or virginal in that grip; Cara was reminded of how Kahlan held her daggers. Completely assured, with every detail of weight and heft committed to memory. Kahlan worked him hard and slow at first, rough even, but Cara instinctively knew it would go faster.
Kahlan's other hand petted Cara's face. Perfection. She kept the caress going as Cara nudged Kahlan's lips this way and that with her tongue, loving how it made Kahlan twitch.
"I sucked his cock once," Kahlan's voice, her voice just barely steady, just barely louder than the way Richard is sighing. "I thought if he weren't touching me, I could control myself. I couldn't." Her voice was playfully innocent, teasingly so. Cara couldn't help thinking of all the things Richard must've done to her since their wedding, all the things she must have asked him to, and all the things she must have done by herself before they were wed. "Just the sight of him, so rigid and needing, and the sound of his need, it drove me wild. I had to leave him there, half-hard, while I washed his taste off my tongue. Can you do better than me? Can you show me what to do?"
Kahlan pulled on Cara's hair, hard, separating her from that taste but sending a bolt of lust through her body. She'd do it for Kahlan. And to please Lord Rahl and because she loved taking men within her mouth, loved the control of it, but for Kahlan most of all.
Without hesitation her hands latched to Richard's hips, her mouth engulfed the blunt head of his cock, and out of the corner of her eyes she saw the lust in Kahlan's. Richard's musky scent, so much stronger without clothes in the way, filled Cara's senses. His shaft seemed to grow each time it emerged from her pistoning mouth. She slurped her way up his manhood, the noise obscenely loud, Kahlan's lips parting to pant hard and fast. Then she forced herself back down his length, taking it all in one flawless motion. Kahlan's jaw fell open. Cara smiled around the cock in her mouth.
Richard groaned. His fists, bunched at his sides for too long, opened only to grab Cara's head. He thrust into her, nearly gagging her, but Mord'Sith were used to Agiels, harder and more insistent than flesh could ever be. She took everything he had and demanded more, with her body, with the fingers working between her thighs.
Kahlan gave her more, licking the spot on her neck that drove Cara just wild. So much for Confessors not being able to read Mord'Sith. "You can smell him, can't you?" she whispered in Cara's ear, loud enough for Richard to hear. "That’s for us.”
Kahlan molded her hands to Cara's sternum, feeling her heart battering against her skin, and then ran them down Cara's body like a sculptor working with sandpaper. Cara felt her hardened nipples grate against Kahlan's touch. Balancing against Cara's ram-rod straight posture, Kahlan lowered herself down onto her stomach, her chin on Cara's knee. She dipped her tongue into Cara's bellybutton and the sudden wet contact made Cara bite down. Richard didn't seem to mind being roughed up a bit.
Cara automatically reached down with both hands to grasp Kahlan's head like it was the only thing that would keep her balanced. Kahlan moaned into her touch like a kitten being petted.
“Cara’s being naughty, having sex with us,” Kahlan said to Richard, a parody of her Confessor's manner. “I think we should give her a tongue-lashing.”
Richard’s eyes shot open. It was answer enough. Kahlan chuckled.
"Richard wants me to eat your pussy, Cara. And he is the Lord Rahl..." Kahlan offered a deliriously bright smile to Cara before dropping her lips to Cara’s sex.
Cara focused all her attention on Richard to keep from giving any hint of how good that felt. He looked delirious, drunk, his eyes unfocused, his lips muttering names. He rocked back and forth on his heels, his entire body clenched, and his hands, fisted in her hair so violently, like he could rip her head off… Cara imagined his seed filling her mouth, the Lord Rahl's seed, her friend's seed, and hoped the heat she was feeling inside her wasn't as much as it would be if she were to admit what it was Kahlan was doing to her.
"I want to eat your pussy," Kahlan said, her words blooming against Cara’s clit like tiny, tingling gusts of wind. She tortured her with a lick to the inner thigh, a nibble at the meat of her quadriceps. Cara gagged herself on Richard's cock to make damn sure she didn't think of how good it would be if Kahlan stopped teasing and just goddamn fucked her…
And there was no way she could let her mind dwell on how Richard was watching, wanting this as much as she did, as much as Kahlan did.
"Spread your legs," Kahlan ordered Cara, finally. "The Mother Confessor wants you."
Cara put dignity on the wayside, clinging to Richard's legs so she could sprawl out her lower body without releasing him. He appeared to enjoy the twisting. Kahlan watched in rapt approval as Cara's legs unfurled, then opened. Lazily, ebony hair plastered to the corners of her mouth and sweeping over her eyes in a boudoir fashion, Kahlan’s head dropped. Bobbed to the left, rubbing her cheek against Cara’s leg, then to the right, rubbing her right cheek along Cara’s left thigh. Her moist lips parted, then closed over Cara’s clit. Cara wrapped herself around Richard so hard that he nearly fell over.
Kahlan pulled away, lips still open, tongue still extended. Then she planted tickling kisses on the spread cunt. Cara felt like she might break. Her hands were loosed from Richard to wander over her throbbing breasts and down her smooth belly and finally to either side of what Kahlan was so thoroughly attacking. Her fingers curled indecisively as Kahlan continued to tease and tantalize. Then, with an impatient growl, Cara pulled Kahlan's head tight within her legs like she was a common slavegirl. Kahlan finally gave in, pushing Cara’s legs open just a bit further so Richard could watch.
Cara pulled herself off Richard, but not for air. "Yes!" she cried victoriously, disobeying her instructions because it was Kahlan, Kahlan's tongue and mouth and lips, having her, taking every liberty with her, owning her completely and forever. Her body flexed compulsively and her head tossed from side to side on the ground. It was Kahlan. Kahlan was going to make her come.
She arched, bridged herself, lifting her torso so high off the ground that Kahlan had to raise her head to keep pleasuring her. She pressed her face between Cara's thighs with new fervor, hiding what she was doing from Richard. But he could picture it quite clearly from the way Cara wailed, her toes and shoulder blades lifting herself so high that Kahlan finally had to rear up on her haunches to keep up. Cara came with fistfuls of Kahlan’s hair in her hands. She felt as if she were being drained dry, because surely she would never stop coming and how, how could there be so much inside her?
Kahlan was enjoying it, like a nomad at a cool oasis. What escaped her hungrily sucking lips ran down her throat and over her chest, where she rubbed it into her flesh. She was merciless. Her tongue still thrashed inside Cara, flaying her alive until, like a puppet with its strings cut, the Mord'Sith dropped down to the carpet, her head against Richard's ankle.
They lay absolutely still for a few moments, both of the women taxed not by the physicality of what they'd done, but the intensity of it, even now, enveloped by the silence and the shade of Richard towering over them. His cock was painfully erect, but he said nothing, his hand working over it in languid gulps.
Kahlan rolled over, hair traipsing around her bare body in perfect testimony to what had just occurred, her smile even better proof as she looked up at Richard. "You can have us both," Kahlan said, licking her lips, her fingers. “Which do you want?"
"You," Richard gulped. "I want you to watch me and her."
Kahlan's smile widened. Not rousing from her decadent slump, she made a gesture and Cara obeyed. Still shuddering from what Kahlan had done (the Mother Confessor), Cara took Richard by the hand and led him to a chair, where she shoved him down hard enough to merit a smile. She breezed down his body until she was back on her knees. She looked over her shoulder, at Kahlan. The Mother Confessor was kneading her breast, running a hand through her hair, saving her cunt for last. Cara pictured her getting off from Richard getting off. She wrapped her hand around his cock and felt it pound like hoofbeats. Spirits, she had a feast ahead of her.
Looking from Richard to Kahlan, she took her hand back and licked the palm, then between the fingers, then sucked the digits into her mouth one by one. When she looked up into his eyes, he saw her lips were wet.
"I'm going to suck your cock,” she said precisely, fastidiously, and somehow that was dirtier than any tavern whore could say it.. "I'm going to take it in my mouth until you give me all your cum, and then I'm going to swallow it." Her eyes flitted to Kahlan one last time. "She's going to enjoy it. I'm going to enjoy it. And you're going to enjoy it. So just keep quiet while I get us all off."
She smiled when she saw how her words had affected him. Not only was his cock turning an interesting shade of purple, but from his expression he was obviously trying to keep his breathing under control. She’d succeeded in rattling the Seeker. Not even the Keeper had managed that.
Cara moved in like a lover going for a kiss. Her warm breath hit his cock. It jerked and pulsed. Richard felt faint. His hips jerked involuntarily. Cara's head bobbed up above him, avoiding contact.
"Does Kahlan suck you off?" she asked sweetly. "Or will I have this all to myself?"
"I do everything to him," Kahlan answered for the speechless Richard, and the sound of her voice let Cara know that she couldn't play with her food anymore.
She cupped her breasts in her hands and rubbed them over the head of his cock, letting it paint slick precum over her cleavage. He exhaled, head tilted back, eyes closed. A tiny leak had been sprung in the dam of his tension. Before that could ease his suffering much, she closed her deep cleavage around his cock. Richard humped jerkily into the fresh sensation. His cock came squeezing out from between her smooth breasts and slid up her sternum, nudging into the hollow of her throat.
Kahlan watched her husband's manhood swallowed up by Cara's breasts. As he fucked through her cleavage, his cock was laying a slippery, glistening track all the way up to her throat. Her chin. Her lips, Spirits, her lips… she feared Richard would come before Cara even got his cock in her mouth. It would be a sight, his release, his seed dripping off her. But she'd never be able to stand waiting for him to recover so Cara could take him again.
"He's been inside me," she said, little more than a whisper.
Cara lapped minutely at Richard, now that she knew what to look for. She could taste Kahlan, just under the animal flavor of him. She purred at the flavor, putting into sound what no words could carry. She tasted everything and moaned, her appetite whetted, yearning for more. Not just for more of Kahlan, but for Richard's orgasm.
With her eyes fixed on Kahlan, Cara let her lips slowly part. And fed his cock into her waiting, wanting mouth.
Richard cried out in ecstatic relief, the actual experience dwarfing any anticipation or imagination. Cara thrilled at the taste, the heat, the power they were just handing over to her. Kahlan felt an orgasm start to pool low in her belly, where she touched herself.
The throbbing in Richard was growing to a fearsome roar. He moved his hand behind her head to hold her in position. As if there were anywhere Cara would rather be. No, there was no way she would let go of his cock before he came. Cara pushed, feeding more of him through her moist lips inch by inch. Richard jolted up strong at the hips, jamming himself deeper into Cara’s mouth. His cock went up and she pushed down, taking it until her nose nestled in his dark pubic hair.
Kahlan added another finger to her masturbation as the cock disappeared down Cara’s throat. She was shocked that the Mord'Sith could even breathe. Spirits, don’t let her choke.
Cara was no longer sucking. Richard was fucking her mouth, hands on either side of her face holding her where he wanted her, his hips rocking as he jammed his cock back and forth in her mouth. She was loving this, the control he had lost and given her, the trust Kahlan was placing in her, but it had to end. His cock was throbbing so hard she could feel it with her tongue. Reluctantly, she put a hand around Richard’s cock to hold him in place and pulled back, lips sucking at every inch until her mouth was free of him.
She looked up at her lover, his taste still thick on her tongue, and said: "And now you're going to come in my fucking mouth."
Richard thrust his hips forward so hard her head tilted back. Thoughts of anything else had been nothing, now they were less than nothing. He was suspended in the moment on an adrenaline high, Cara's order the only guide he had or needed.
She pulled her lips away again, her hand taking over and jacking him off so fast it was a blur, to order "Pour it into me, Richard,” her words hitting his cock like a muggy fog rolling in “fuck my mouth" her lips parting and opening a sliver of an inch from his tip. “Fuck it like it was Kahlan.” She opened her mouth and slammed it down on his cock, then pulled back for a millisecond, then back down so fast her chin slapped his balls. She was gorging herself in a gluttonous frenzy.
His cock gave a sharp jerk, so hard that even she noticed it.
"Cara," Richard gasped. "Kahlan!"
"Perfect," Cara breathed. She filled her lungs, and then took him deep within her mouth.
He came.
Her lips clamped tightly, clinging to him as Richard ejaculated right down her throat, so fast she didn't get to taste it, she had to taste him, because there was no way Kahlan had, and so she opened her mouth and pulled back so the second poured over her tongue and against her palate.
Delicious. It was not just the sex, it was the Lord Rahl and Richard and Kahlan and herself, and whatever passed between them it was more stable now, not less. Cara gulped it down as fast as she could, but it was too much for her. A trickle escaped from her sucking lips and ran down the corner of her mouth. Kahlan licked it from her face and Cara took her hand and squeezed it tight as Richard rocked up and down in an uncontrollable spasm and Cara met him, head bobbing, as his cum poured down into her belly, the Mord'Sith flailing as she received it, abandoning her control because she didn't need it with Richard and Kahlan, with her entire body undulating in an orgasmic paroxysm.
"More!" Kahlan ordered, expressing all the lust that Cara had muted. "She wants it Richard, give it to her!" He did, even when Cara gagged and pulled back. It shot from his cock in white streaks, splattering all over Cara's shapely chest, even hitting her cheek and parted lips
His cock twitched as it softened. She nursed on it for another moment, then reluctantly drew her lips away. His cock popped from her mouth to sway over his belly, half-hard. Cara gazed at his prick with wide-eyed hope, desiring more even while her mouth was still full. She looked earnestly at Kahlan, thinking they could share him. But Richard gave up the ghost, waving her off with a dopey smile.
Cara didn't even have time to swallow before Kahlan kissed her, an embrace that lasted until the taste of Richard was lost between them and all that was left was Kahlan, sweet as strawberries. The Confessor hugged Cara to her as she leaned in nuzzle at Richard's crotch, gathering up what little had escaped Cara's greedy mouth.
"Oh Spirits," Kahlan breathed, kissing Cara again. "I never imagined it would be like that. I feel like I just wrestled with a Shadrin!"
"I'm much worse than a Shadrin," Cara said, trying not to show she was out of breath as well. Even if there were on the same team, in more ways than one, there was no reason not to be competitive.
"There's a bed in the other room," Richard said, actually sounding drowsy. "If any of you are not Cara and don't get off on rug burns."
Kahlan extended her arms and let Richard pick her up, carry her into the adjacent bedchambers like it was their honeymoon again. Cara considered letting him do the same to her, but decided to be like the cat. Just because she lived indoors didn't mean she wasn't a predator. When Richard turned around to collect her, she sauntered right past him and settled onto the bed like it was a throne.
"I think I'm going to wash up," Richard said, gathering his robes. He was out the door in a minute.
"Men. They never want to cuddle," Cara commented dryly, then was surprised out of further witticism by Kahlan snuggling up to her.
"Are Mord'Sith so different?" Kahlan asked.
"We're cuter."
"You're joking. Must be in a good mood." Kahlan smiled. "Wonder why."
"Mord'Sith never joke," Cara said with her best straight face, which was very straight indeed. But it fell short of how serious she became when she realized Richard would be back soon, and the bed was big enough for three, and what if Kahlan got jealous, or Richard got jealous, or she couldn't give them what they needed because she was Mord'Sith and not… real. "I can't be gentle with you like he can."
"I would never ask you to be. Cara, I love you, just as you are." Kahlan moved from the bed, straightening so she was propped up against the pillows. Cara sat up as well to face her. "I've loved you for a long time, and for a long time I've… wondered how I can love you and Richard at the same time, in so many of the same ways. And I've finally decided it doesn't matter. I just do."
"Then why didn't you say anything?" Cara asked, her voice cool and collected once more, which was how Kahlan knew how hurt she was. "I was going to leave."
"For so long, I didn't know how I felt. I was dishonest with myself, and that's my fault. But when I realized… I… truly, the last thing I wanted to do was hurt you. I just didn't know if you felt the same way, or should feel the same way. There were things you did back then, not because you wanted to do them, but because you were made to think you wanted to do them. I didn't want to be like that. I didn't want to take advantage of what happened to you, or our friendship. I knew there was something between us, but I didn't want to use it to make you do anything you didn't want to do."
"I wanted to do that," Cara said, feeling the sudden need to reassure Kahlan. "I wanted to do that for a very long time. Richard's a good man. I'm happy to be with him in any way I can. But when I look at you… he's like a candle next to a torch. Both can start a fire, but…"
Kahlan petted Cara's arm fondly. "You're my lantern and he's my torch. Or he's the oil and you're the flame… I'll be better at metaphors once I stop thinking of you sucking on Richard like he was candy." Cara smiled. "But both of you light up the dark. Without you, either of you, I can't see."
Cara didn't say anything. She'd never been good at knowing what to say in these moments, and the good thing about Kahlan was that she didn't need you to.
"Am I interrupting?" Richard asked, hair still damp from toweling himself off. "Because I could leave if you need to be alone."
Cara looked at him for a moment before lowering her eyelids to the point of seduction. "Kahlan is cold. She needs someone to keep her warm."
Kahlan patted the bed on the other side of Cara and Richard laid there, so Cara was sandwiched between them. She went to sleep with Richard and Kahlan's hands joined on her hip, Kahlan's smile shining in her eyes.
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5,292
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Kahlan/Richard
Warnings:Y'all know my thoughts on yuri, but it's a threesome fic, and sooner or later there's going to be Little Richard.
Summary: Cara wants to be with Kahlan, but she's married to Richard. Unless that isn't a problem…
Just because they held Agiels didn't mean the Mord'Sith were negligent when it came to pain. They were intimate with the pain of being cut, the pain of being drowned, the pain of heat, the pain of cold. There was only one pain Cara was unprepared for. The pain of being apart from Kahlan and its twin, the pain of being near her.
Kahlan Amnell was a torture beyond any Cara was acquainted with. Like any good torment, it kept her suspended between life and death. Just when she was used to being unable to relieve Kahlan's sorrow, Richard would return from an important boredom and Kahlan's happiness would rake its claws through Cara's skin.
Perhaps it would be easier if she could hate Richard, but she was denied that salve. He was a good man; more importantly, a good Lord Rahl. Cara knew in her mind that she shouldn't love him, that it just made things worse. But the training was loud and reason was soft and she could come up with as many reasons not to love Richard as she could not to love Kahlan, to as much effect. In her redemption, she had become another kind of monster, a shadowy thing that stalked the happiness of others, wanting it for herself. It would be best for everyone (including, inconsequently, her) if she were gone from them.
"Don't be silly," Kahlan said, as if Cara were still a child in the ways of friendship. "Darken Rahl is dead and the Keeper is defeated. There's no need for you to go on some quest. But if you're bored, we could always organize a hunt."
A hunt. Cara already felt like she was on a hunt. One where she was run ragged, catching constant sight of her prey, but never able to make the killing shot.
She understood now why sex was so encouraged within Mord'Sith strictures. As harsh as it could be, there was no longing there, nothing denied, nothing unrequited. Love made control impossible.
Maybe it was the months of celibacy that had dug this void. Maybe it was knowing Richard and Kahlan. Perhaps it was Triana's betrayal, still only scabbed over after all this time. They'd been as close as two Mord'Sith could be.
She was still Mord'Sith, not a lovestruck fool. She would adapt, she would plan, she would execute. This would be an obstacle like any other: surmounted.
She needed to set Kahlan against her, overcome that instinct for forgiveness. The Confessor was a woman ruled by intellect, but there was one arena where no one who entered could be reasonable.
She hid in the kitchen, spending hours on the smell of sizzling meat. Eventually Kahlan arrived. She inquired about the cook's family, even though she had no reason to think their circumstances had changed since yesterday. She tasted the stew, sampled the meat, made suggestions; who would know better what Richard Cypher loved?
Cara left her there, making things perfect, and went to Richard's study. He preferred it to the throne room.
More laws to be signed, more reparations to be made. It was said that D'Hara's army was the steel against steel so Lord Rahl could be the magic against magic, but Cara thought it more likely that he was the paperwork against paperwork. In the red robes of D'Hara, he looked both himself and not himself, like a figure from Zedd's other world, a life not lived.
What she felt for him hurt, but it didn't scare her like Kahlan. Even if he was Master Rahl, he was a man, and men were weak where she aimed.
"Important affairs of state?" she asked from the doorway, putting the slightest emphasis on 'affairs.'
"If I don't have these all signed by dawn, apparently the world will go to the Keeper again."
"Don't pay your advisers any mind. You should relax. You've won. Enjoy victory." Her hands encircled his shoulders and with her fingers she tugged insistently at the pressure he was harboring. "You've done great things. You're a great man. You deserve more than those who haven't suffered as you have."
"Cara," he said, her name not Kahlan's, meant to push her away but also posing a question.
Kahlan would be gentle with him. Their lovemaking would be sweet and reverent, slow and awed. Cara was not. Her hand went to his groin and touched him in ways that Kahlan could not have known. She knew what she wanted and made her impression of it before it would be snatched away. A part of Richard that had been dying of neglect drank deeply of Cara's forcefulness.
"I haven't served you as I should."
They'd never been together, but the weight of that pressed on them from all sides. They were bound by what might have been. Cara sat in his lap and tilted his head back and poured into his mouth all her duty, her uncertainty, her gratefulness. When the Agiel at her hip brushed against him, he groaned and did nothing more.
"Richard!" Kahlan gasped from the doorway, angered, hurt, her husband's dinner tumbling from her hands to crash on the floor.
Cara didn't release him. It was hard to let go, now that she'd started. But she did turn to Kahlan, to see that perfect anger one last time.
"Oh." Kahlan softened. "It's you." She sounded amused with her own foolishness. Like a woman who'd picked up a knife, thinking a sound in the night was a prowler, only to find it was her lover come home late.
Cara wished she had something to say, some sarcastic remark or lascivious innuendo, but she hadn't expected there to be anything to say. Shouldn't Kahlan be yelling at her? Hadn't she displeased her?
Kahlan closed the door behind her. Locked it. She went through the room, turning each key in its lock. Richard still hadn't broken contact with Cara. Finally, Kahlan sat by them and Cara could see a tremble in her that spoke of the challenge it was to hold herself still. But it wasn't violence she was holding in. Not that kind. "Please continue."
Richard finally pushed Cara back, but not far enough. She could still feel the heat of his groin within her legs. "Kahlan, we'll talk. Cara must not know what she's doing—"
"She knows. So do I." Kahlan fixed Cara with a stare, a smile. "Did you think I'd be angry? Or is that what you hoped?"
Cara kept her mouth shut. She felt like a child again, being broken again. It was impossible. With desperation, she attacked Richard, but he knew what Kahlan had said without her saying it, and kissed Cara back with force that dwarfed her paltry, awkward effort.
"She talks about you," Richard murmured, an epiphany against Cara's collarbone. "She lies awake in my arms and talks about how she wishes you would do something like this."
"Quiet!" she snapped, in a voice reserved for slaves.
Kahlan kissed her before Richard could. Cara felt what it was like to be Richard for a moment. But there was something beneath the worshipfulness, something almost Mord'Sith.
Cara pushed them both away, in the process slipping from Richard's lap and falling to the floor. Her hand settled on her Agiel. "You are Kahlan Amnell, the Mother Confessor and the Lady Rahl. You are not to be passed between two lovers like a well-compensated whore!"
Kahlan didn't say anything. Didn't have to. Cara couldn't move as she let her Confessor's dress drop to the rich carpet, and it was too late when Kahlan crouched over her, naked and unashamed.
"He doesn't love me the way he loves you," Cara said defensively, referring to Richard, waiting behind Kahlan, still enraptured by her nude form. "And I don't love him the way I love you. And you—"
"I love you," Kahlan said. "That's all that matters."
She was wrong. The kiss was all that mattered, the feel of her body even through leather. In a second, Cara'd decided. No more self-pity. If Kahlan was opening up like this, she'd be entered. Like a switch being thrown, Cara rolled Kahlan over, pinning her to the carpet hard enough to give her rug burn, a thigh instantly between those long, slender legs.
She looked back at Richard. It was hard to tell which was more prominent, his gulping Adam's apple or the erection struggling against his robe. She caught him just beginning to undress and now, sheepishly, he froze.
"Make yourself useful," Cara said, "Lord Rahl."
He kissed the back of her neck as he undid her leathers, his hands fumbling, Kahlan's slower and more precise as she broke each buckle in turn. Between Richard's rushed effort and Kahlan's languid tease, Cara's leathers were off before she had time to think.
"You Mord'Sith," Kahlan said, softly amused. "You act like you're the only ones in the Midlands who ever have sex." Her hands were deceptively soft, brushing through Cara's hair, applying the slightest of pressure to her scalp, but Cara could no more defy them than she could break through iron bands. "Show me what you're so good at."
Cara got on her knees, such a deceptively perfect place to be, and let her head sink down into Kahlan's lap. She mocking kissed Kahlan's pubic hair, catching just the slightest taste of her. She could be gentle too.
She felt more than saw Kahlan's head ease back, her lips curve, an entirely controlled and satisfied sigh emerge from those perfect lips. It had the same effect on Richard that it had on her. He crawled over Cara to get to Kahlan, and the sound of them kissing drove all restraint from Cara. She suckled on Kahlan's clit, and was extremely pleased with the sound of Kahlan moaning, unfettered by Richard's mouth.
Then she heard his robes rustle as they were pulled apart, and a slick, wet sound to go with his sudden intake of air. Cara just had to look up, even if it meant no longer tasting Kahlan.
Kahlan's hand looked absurdly small with Richard's manhood in it, those delicate fingers wrapped around all that… meat. There was nothing tentative or virginal in that grip; Cara was reminded of how Kahlan held her daggers. Completely assured, with every detail of weight and heft committed to memory. Kahlan worked him hard and slow at first, rough even, but Cara instinctively knew it would go faster.
Kahlan's other hand petted Cara's face. Perfection. She kept the caress going as Cara nudged Kahlan's lips this way and that with her tongue, loving how it made Kahlan twitch.
"I sucked his cock once," Kahlan's voice, her voice just barely steady, just barely louder than the way Richard is sighing. "I thought if he weren't touching me, I could control myself. I couldn't." Her voice was playfully innocent, teasingly so. Cara couldn't help thinking of all the things Richard must've done to her since their wedding, all the things she must have asked him to, and all the things she must have done by herself before they were wed. "Just the sight of him, so rigid and needing, and the sound of his need, it drove me wild. I had to leave him there, half-hard, while I washed his taste off my tongue. Can you do better than me? Can you show me what to do?"
Kahlan pulled on Cara's hair, hard, separating her from that taste but sending a bolt of lust through her body. She'd do it for Kahlan. And to please Lord Rahl and because she loved taking men within her mouth, loved the control of it, but for Kahlan most of all.
Without hesitation her hands latched to Richard's hips, her mouth engulfed the blunt head of his cock, and out of the corner of her eyes she saw the lust in Kahlan's. Richard's musky scent, so much stronger without clothes in the way, filled Cara's senses. His shaft seemed to grow each time it emerged from her pistoning mouth. She slurped her way up his manhood, the noise obscenely loud, Kahlan's lips parting to pant hard and fast. Then she forced herself back down his length, taking it all in one flawless motion. Kahlan's jaw fell open. Cara smiled around the cock in her mouth.
Richard groaned. His fists, bunched at his sides for too long, opened only to grab Cara's head. He thrust into her, nearly gagging her, but Mord'Sith were used to Agiels, harder and more insistent than flesh could ever be. She took everything he had and demanded more, with her body, with the fingers working between her thighs.
Kahlan gave her more, licking the spot on her neck that drove Cara just wild. So much for Confessors not being able to read Mord'Sith. "You can smell him, can't you?" she whispered in Cara's ear, loud enough for Richard to hear. "That’s for us.”
Kahlan molded her hands to Cara's sternum, feeling her heart battering against her skin, and then ran them down Cara's body like a sculptor working with sandpaper. Cara felt her hardened nipples grate against Kahlan's touch. Balancing against Cara's ram-rod straight posture, Kahlan lowered herself down onto her stomach, her chin on Cara's knee. She dipped her tongue into Cara's bellybutton and the sudden wet contact made Cara bite down. Richard didn't seem to mind being roughed up a bit.
Cara automatically reached down with both hands to grasp Kahlan's head like it was the only thing that would keep her balanced. Kahlan moaned into her touch like a kitten being petted.
“Cara’s being naughty, having sex with us,” Kahlan said to Richard, a parody of her Confessor's manner. “I think we should give her a tongue-lashing.”
Richard’s eyes shot open. It was answer enough. Kahlan chuckled.
"Richard wants me to eat your pussy, Cara. And he is the Lord Rahl..." Kahlan offered a deliriously bright smile to Cara before dropping her lips to Cara’s sex.
Cara focused all her attention on Richard to keep from giving any hint of how good that felt. He looked delirious, drunk, his eyes unfocused, his lips muttering names. He rocked back and forth on his heels, his entire body clenched, and his hands, fisted in her hair so violently, like he could rip her head off… Cara imagined his seed filling her mouth, the Lord Rahl's seed, her friend's seed, and hoped the heat she was feeling inside her wasn't as much as it would be if she were to admit what it was Kahlan was doing to her.
"I want to eat your pussy," Kahlan said, her words blooming against Cara’s clit like tiny, tingling gusts of wind. She tortured her with a lick to the inner thigh, a nibble at the meat of her quadriceps. Cara gagged herself on Richard's cock to make damn sure she didn't think of how good it would be if Kahlan stopped teasing and just goddamn fucked her…
And there was no way she could let her mind dwell on how Richard was watching, wanting this as much as she did, as much as Kahlan did.
"Spread your legs," Kahlan ordered Cara, finally. "The Mother Confessor wants you."
Cara put dignity on the wayside, clinging to Richard's legs so she could sprawl out her lower body without releasing him. He appeared to enjoy the twisting. Kahlan watched in rapt approval as Cara's legs unfurled, then opened. Lazily, ebony hair plastered to the corners of her mouth and sweeping over her eyes in a boudoir fashion, Kahlan’s head dropped. Bobbed to the left, rubbing her cheek against Cara’s leg, then to the right, rubbing her right cheek along Cara’s left thigh. Her moist lips parted, then closed over Cara’s clit. Cara wrapped herself around Richard so hard that he nearly fell over.
Kahlan pulled away, lips still open, tongue still extended. Then she planted tickling kisses on the spread cunt. Cara felt like she might break. Her hands were loosed from Richard to wander over her throbbing breasts and down her smooth belly and finally to either side of what Kahlan was so thoroughly attacking. Her fingers curled indecisively as Kahlan continued to tease and tantalize. Then, with an impatient growl, Cara pulled Kahlan's head tight within her legs like she was a common slavegirl. Kahlan finally gave in, pushing Cara’s legs open just a bit further so Richard could watch.
Cara pulled herself off Richard, but not for air. "Yes!" she cried victoriously, disobeying her instructions because it was Kahlan, Kahlan's tongue and mouth and lips, having her, taking every liberty with her, owning her completely and forever. Her body flexed compulsively and her head tossed from side to side on the ground. It was Kahlan. Kahlan was going to make her come.
She arched, bridged herself, lifting her torso so high off the ground that Kahlan had to raise her head to keep pleasuring her. She pressed her face between Cara's thighs with new fervor, hiding what she was doing from Richard. But he could picture it quite clearly from the way Cara wailed, her toes and shoulder blades lifting herself so high that Kahlan finally had to rear up on her haunches to keep up. Cara came with fistfuls of Kahlan’s hair in her hands. She felt as if she were being drained dry, because surely she would never stop coming and how, how could there be so much inside her?
Kahlan was enjoying it, like a nomad at a cool oasis. What escaped her hungrily sucking lips ran down her throat and over her chest, where she rubbed it into her flesh. She was merciless. Her tongue still thrashed inside Cara, flaying her alive until, like a puppet with its strings cut, the Mord'Sith dropped down to the carpet, her head against Richard's ankle.
They lay absolutely still for a few moments, both of the women taxed not by the physicality of what they'd done, but the intensity of it, even now, enveloped by the silence and the shade of Richard towering over them. His cock was painfully erect, but he said nothing, his hand working over it in languid gulps.
Kahlan rolled over, hair traipsing around her bare body in perfect testimony to what had just occurred, her smile even better proof as she looked up at Richard. "You can have us both," Kahlan said, licking her lips, her fingers. “Which do you want?"
"You," Richard gulped. "I want you to watch me and her."
Kahlan's smile widened. Not rousing from her decadent slump, she made a gesture and Cara obeyed. Still shuddering from what Kahlan had done (the Mother Confessor), Cara took Richard by the hand and led him to a chair, where she shoved him down hard enough to merit a smile. She breezed down his body until she was back on her knees. She looked over her shoulder, at Kahlan. The Mother Confessor was kneading her breast, running a hand through her hair, saving her cunt for last. Cara pictured her getting off from Richard getting off. She wrapped her hand around his cock and felt it pound like hoofbeats. Spirits, she had a feast ahead of her.
Looking from Richard to Kahlan, she took her hand back and licked the palm, then between the fingers, then sucked the digits into her mouth one by one. When she looked up into his eyes, he saw her lips were wet.
"I'm going to suck your cock,” she said precisely, fastidiously, and somehow that was dirtier than any tavern whore could say it.. "I'm going to take it in my mouth until you give me all your cum, and then I'm going to swallow it." Her eyes flitted to Kahlan one last time. "She's going to enjoy it. I'm going to enjoy it. And you're going to enjoy it. So just keep quiet while I get us all off."
She smiled when she saw how her words had affected him. Not only was his cock turning an interesting shade of purple, but from his expression he was obviously trying to keep his breathing under control. She’d succeeded in rattling the Seeker. Not even the Keeper had managed that.
Cara moved in like a lover going for a kiss. Her warm breath hit his cock. It jerked and pulsed. Richard felt faint. His hips jerked involuntarily. Cara's head bobbed up above him, avoiding contact.
"Does Kahlan suck you off?" she asked sweetly. "Or will I have this all to myself?"
"I do everything to him," Kahlan answered for the speechless Richard, and the sound of her voice let Cara know that she couldn't play with her food anymore.
She cupped her breasts in her hands and rubbed them over the head of his cock, letting it paint slick precum over her cleavage. He exhaled, head tilted back, eyes closed. A tiny leak had been sprung in the dam of his tension. Before that could ease his suffering much, she closed her deep cleavage around his cock. Richard humped jerkily into the fresh sensation. His cock came squeezing out from between her smooth breasts and slid up her sternum, nudging into the hollow of her throat.
Kahlan watched her husband's manhood swallowed up by Cara's breasts. As he fucked through her cleavage, his cock was laying a slippery, glistening track all the way up to her throat. Her chin. Her lips, Spirits, her lips… she feared Richard would come before Cara even got his cock in her mouth. It would be a sight, his release, his seed dripping off her. But she'd never be able to stand waiting for him to recover so Cara could take him again.
"He's been inside me," she said, little more than a whisper.
Cara lapped minutely at Richard, now that she knew what to look for. She could taste Kahlan, just under the animal flavor of him. She purred at the flavor, putting into sound what no words could carry. She tasted everything and moaned, her appetite whetted, yearning for more. Not just for more of Kahlan, but for Richard's orgasm.
With her eyes fixed on Kahlan, Cara let her lips slowly part. And fed his cock into her waiting, wanting mouth.
Richard cried out in ecstatic relief, the actual experience dwarfing any anticipation or imagination. Cara thrilled at the taste, the heat, the power they were just handing over to her. Kahlan felt an orgasm start to pool low in her belly, where she touched herself.
The throbbing in Richard was growing to a fearsome roar. He moved his hand behind her head to hold her in position. As if there were anywhere Cara would rather be. No, there was no way she would let go of his cock before he came. Cara pushed, feeding more of him through her moist lips inch by inch. Richard jolted up strong at the hips, jamming himself deeper into Cara’s mouth. His cock went up and she pushed down, taking it until her nose nestled in his dark pubic hair.
Kahlan added another finger to her masturbation as the cock disappeared down Cara’s throat. She was shocked that the Mord'Sith could even breathe. Spirits, don’t let her choke.
Cara was no longer sucking. Richard was fucking her mouth, hands on either side of her face holding her where he wanted her, his hips rocking as he jammed his cock back and forth in her mouth. She was loving this, the control he had lost and given her, the trust Kahlan was placing in her, but it had to end. His cock was throbbing so hard she could feel it with her tongue. Reluctantly, she put a hand around Richard’s cock to hold him in place and pulled back, lips sucking at every inch until her mouth was free of him.
She looked up at her lover, his taste still thick on her tongue, and said: "And now you're going to come in my fucking mouth."
Richard thrust his hips forward so hard her head tilted back. Thoughts of anything else had been nothing, now they were less than nothing. He was suspended in the moment on an adrenaline high, Cara's order the only guide he had or needed.
She pulled her lips away again, her hand taking over and jacking him off so fast it was a blur, to order "Pour it into me, Richard,” her words hitting his cock like a muggy fog rolling in “fuck my mouth" her lips parting and opening a sliver of an inch from his tip. “Fuck it like it was Kahlan.” She opened her mouth and slammed it down on his cock, then pulled back for a millisecond, then back down so fast her chin slapped his balls. She was gorging herself in a gluttonous frenzy.
His cock gave a sharp jerk, so hard that even she noticed it.
"Cara," Richard gasped. "Kahlan!"
"Perfect," Cara breathed. She filled her lungs, and then took him deep within her mouth.
He came.
Her lips clamped tightly, clinging to him as Richard ejaculated right down her throat, so fast she didn't get to taste it, she had to taste him, because there was no way Kahlan had, and so she opened her mouth and pulled back so the second poured over her tongue and against her palate.
Delicious. It was not just the sex, it was the Lord Rahl and Richard and Kahlan and herself, and whatever passed between them it was more stable now, not less. Cara gulped it down as fast as she could, but it was too much for her. A trickle escaped from her sucking lips and ran down the corner of her mouth. Kahlan licked it from her face and Cara took her hand and squeezed it tight as Richard rocked up and down in an uncontrollable spasm and Cara met him, head bobbing, as his cum poured down into her belly, the Mord'Sith flailing as she received it, abandoning her control because she didn't need it with Richard and Kahlan, with her entire body undulating in an orgasmic paroxysm.
"More!" Kahlan ordered, expressing all the lust that Cara had muted. "She wants it Richard, give it to her!" He did, even when Cara gagged and pulled back. It shot from his cock in white streaks, splattering all over Cara's shapely chest, even hitting her cheek and parted lips
His cock twitched as it softened. She nursed on it for another moment, then reluctantly drew her lips away. His cock popped from her mouth to sway over his belly, half-hard. Cara gazed at his prick with wide-eyed hope, desiring more even while her mouth was still full. She looked earnestly at Kahlan, thinking they could share him. But Richard gave up the ghost, waving her off with a dopey smile.
Cara didn't even have time to swallow before Kahlan kissed her, an embrace that lasted until the taste of Richard was lost between them and all that was left was Kahlan, sweet as strawberries. The Confessor hugged Cara to her as she leaned in nuzzle at Richard's crotch, gathering up what little had escaped Cara's greedy mouth.
"Oh Spirits," Kahlan breathed, kissing Cara again. "I never imagined it would be like that. I feel like I just wrestled with a Shadrin!"
"I'm much worse than a Shadrin," Cara said, trying not to show she was out of breath as well. Even if there were on the same team, in more ways than one, there was no reason not to be competitive.
"There's a bed in the other room," Richard said, actually sounding drowsy. "If any of you are not Cara and don't get off on rug burns."
Kahlan extended her arms and let Richard pick her up, carry her into the adjacent bedchambers like it was their honeymoon again. Cara considered letting him do the same to her, but decided to be like the cat. Just because she lived indoors didn't mean she wasn't a predator. When Richard turned around to collect her, she sauntered right past him and settled onto the bed like it was a throne.
"I think I'm going to wash up," Richard said, gathering his robes. He was out the door in a minute.
"Men. They never want to cuddle," Cara commented dryly, then was surprised out of further witticism by Kahlan snuggling up to her.
"Are Mord'Sith so different?" Kahlan asked.
"We're cuter."
"You're joking. Must be in a good mood." Kahlan smiled. "Wonder why."
"Mord'Sith never joke," Cara said with her best straight face, which was very straight indeed. But it fell short of how serious she became when she realized Richard would be back soon, and the bed was big enough for three, and what if Kahlan got jealous, or Richard got jealous, or she couldn't give them what they needed because she was Mord'Sith and not… real. "I can't be gentle with you like he can."
"I would never ask you to be. Cara, I love you, just as you are." Kahlan moved from the bed, straightening so she was propped up against the pillows. Cara sat up as well to face her. "I've loved you for a long time, and for a long time I've… wondered how I can love you and Richard at the same time, in so many of the same ways. And I've finally decided it doesn't matter. I just do."
"Then why didn't you say anything?" Cara asked, her voice cool and collected once more, which was how Kahlan knew how hurt she was. "I was going to leave."
"For so long, I didn't know how I felt. I was dishonest with myself, and that's my fault. But when I realized… I… truly, the last thing I wanted to do was hurt you. I just didn't know if you felt the same way, or should feel the same way. There were things you did back then, not because you wanted to do them, but because you were made to think you wanted to do them. I didn't want to be like that. I didn't want to take advantage of what happened to you, or our friendship. I knew there was something between us, but I didn't want to use it to make you do anything you didn't want to do."
"I wanted to do that," Cara said, feeling the sudden need to reassure Kahlan. "I wanted to do that for a very long time. Richard's a good man. I'm happy to be with him in any way I can. But when I look at you… he's like a candle next to a torch. Both can start a fire, but…"
Kahlan petted Cara's arm fondly. "You're my lantern and he's my torch. Or he's the oil and you're the flame… I'll be better at metaphors once I stop thinking of you sucking on Richard like he was candy." Cara smiled. "But both of you light up the dark. Without you, either of you, I can't see."
Cara didn't say anything. She'd never been good at knowing what to say in these moments, and the good thing about Kahlan was that she didn't need you to.
"Am I interrupting?" Richard asked, hair still damp from toweling himself off. "Because I could leave if you need to be alone."
Cara looked at him for a moment before lowering her eyelids to the point of seduction. "Kahlan is cold. She needs someone to keep her warm."
Kahlan patted the bed on the other side of Cara and Richard laid there, so Cara was sandwiched between them. She went to sleep with Richard and Kahlan's hands joined on her hip, Kahlan's smile shining in her eyes.
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Date: 2010-10-07 09:16 pm (UTC)brilliant thanks
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Date: 2010-10-07 09:39 pm (UTC)AND HELLA SALTY. OHMYGOSH I CAN'T EVEN. SOOOOO HOT. XXXDDD Everything Kahlan says is just so ded-ful. FWUUUHHHHHH XD
thanks for sharing!!!!!!
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