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LotS fic: A good fit (Cara/Kahlan/Richard)
I'm posting this to the femslash comms because even though it's an OT3 fic, I think it centers enough on the Cara/Kahlan point of the triangle that even "eww het!" people should like it. When people talk about how slash is socially transgressive, this must be what they mean. If you're not satisfied, please return unread portion of the fic for a full refund.
Title: A good fit
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 968
Characters/Pairings: Richard/Kahlan/Cara
Summary: Cara has a few problems adjusting to every aspect of her relationship with Richard and Kahlan.
"Kahlan," Cara said softly, so as not to wake Richard, who was sleeping on the other side of her. "Kahlan, wake up."
Kahlan groaned involuntarily, but forced herself not to simply melt into her pillow. As much as she loved Richard, she could be tempted away from him by her first warm bed in months. But Cara was different. As wise, and pleasurable, as their arrangement had turned out to be, especially within the last few hours on that warm bed, she'd known going in that Cara hadn't been in this, or really any, sort of emotional relationship before. There were bound to be things she couldn't… process, and she would look to Kahlan for guidance. It was a role Kahlan fit to – half big sister like with Dennee, half supportive lover like with Richard – and she valued it more than a soft pillow and heated sheets.
"Yes, Cara?" she asked, forcing a smile. "What is it?"
By accident of lovemaking, Cara had ended up curled in the center of the bed, while Richard sprawled out like a big dog on the side of the bed, one arm and a foot hanging off the edge. Kahlan had gone to sleep on her side, watching her lovers' chests rise and fall as if they were passing the same breath between them. In the night, Richard had turned over, hopefully not grappling with one of the bad dreams that had plagued all of them with the Veil torn and so much suffering afflicting the Midlands. Now one thick forearm crested Cara's shoulder and fell across her collarbone in a bit of intimacy that would've made Kahlan jealous if it weren't quite so… cute.
"Isn't it obvious?" Cara asked.
"No," Kahlan replied patiently.
"Richard is… doing things."
"Oh, is he now?" Kahlan asked, smiling with more lasciviousness than would be expected for a lady of her station, scanning Richard's apparently-sleeping face for a smile to give him away. But shortly after the words left her, she frowned. It was entirely possible that Richard was unknowingly stepping on some tenet of the Mord'Sith, or their relationship to the Lord Rahl – something that thus far hadn't intruded on their affair. "Are you alright?"
Cara, as was her wont, seemed peevish at the insinuation that there was something that could make her not alright, much less something that would require Kahlan's assistance. She spoke curtly: "I'm fine, aside from the two hundred pounds of Lord Rahl on top of me."
Perhaps owing to her interrupted sleep, Kahlan automatically looked around for Darken Rahl before settling on Richard, who Cara was wrapped up in like… well, like Kahlan had been on many other nights. "Cara, he's snuggling with you. He's Richard. What would you expect?"
"Snuggling?" Cara looked again at the arm Richard had hugging her. "This is it?" She stared at Kahlan. "I expected something to do with erogenous zones."
Kahlan relaxed, relieved that this was not an emergency, just another of Cara's touchstone moments. As lonesome and private as Cara was, there were moments when she touched base with her friends, idly starting up talks generally based around some curt observation, and beating a retreat as soon as the topic was exhausted. Cara had once talked to Kahlan for an hour about the weather, how to read clouds, the chance of storms affecting their travel, even how the color of the sky reminded her of a certain someone's eyes. Then, the very next day, she'd been gutting a rabbit and said "I can't remember my father's face most days" and Kahlan had only been able to get a few more words out of her before the rabbit was done and Zedd was loudly talking with his mouth full.
"You don't know what snuggling is?" Kahlan asked. "I suppose the Mord'Sith weren't big cuddlers."
"We conserve warmth," Cara said simply. "And stay close at hand in case our mistresses have further use of us."
"Is it really bothering you, Cara?"
"If someone attacked, do you know how long it would take to get free of this…" Cara endearingly bit back the comment she was about to make. "Lord Rahl?"
"Would you like to switch places?"
"But then you would be encumbered," Cara protested.
"I'll manage."
Luckily, Richard was a sound sleeper, especially when exhausted. Kahlan lifted his arm up and Cara crawled over her, their hair tickling against each other. Even half-asleep, Cara moved in a feral crouch, no movement wasted, and when her body stole against Kahlan's, it only made the Confessor want her more. Being pressed against Richard's body didn't do anything to help her lust – selfishly, she wanted to force them both awake and take her fill, but she knew it was a waste of time. She'd never have enough of either of them.
With Cara safely ensconced on her side of the bed, Kahlan wrapped Richard's arm around her, pushing back the covers so his body heat added to hers wasn't too much. In the dark, Cara's green eyes traced over their settled bodies as if memorizing the details for future use.
"Good night, Cara," Kahlan said sweetly, to the expected silence from Cara. She closed her eyes.
A moment later, she felt Cara pressed against her, lifting up Richard's arm so it was draped across them both. Sharing the same pillow, Cara's warm exhale tickled down into Kahlan's clavicle.
"I've decided that in case someone used magic to teleport us, like at that birthday party," which Cara would never let go of, "this way I wouldn't be separated from you."
"Well, I wouldn't want you to be separated from us," Kahlan said, pulling the shorter woman in so she was resting her chin on Cara's head, their bodies lining up every bit as symmetrically as Kahlan's had with Richard's.
Title: A good fit
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 968
Characters/Pairings: Richard/Kahlan/Cara
Summary: Cara has a few problems adjusting to every aspect of her relationship with Richard and Kahlan.
"Kahlan," Cara said softly, so as not to wake Richard, who was sleeping on the other side of her. "Kahlan, wake up."
Kahlan groaned involuntarily, but forced herself not to simply melt into her pillow. As much as she loved Richard, she could be tempted away from him by her first warm bed in months. But Cara was different. As wise, and pleasurable, as their arrangement had turned out to be, especially within the last few hours on that warm bed, she'd known going in that Cara hadn't been in this, or really any, sort of emotional relationship before. There were bound to be things she couldn't… process, and she would look to Kahlan for guidance. It was a role Kahlan fit to – half big sister like with Dennee, half supportive lover like with Richard – and she valued it more than a soft pillow and heated sheets.
"Yes, Cara?" she asked, forcing a smile. "What is it?"
By accident of lovemaking, Cara had ended up curled in the center of the bed, while Richard sprawled out like a big dog on the side of the bed, one arm and a foot hanging off the edge. Kahlan had gone to sleep on her side, watching her lovers' chests rise and fall as if they were passing the same breath between them. In the night, Richard had turned over, hopefully not grappling with one of the bad dreams that had plagued all of them with the Veil torn and so much suffering afflicting the Midlands. Now one thick forearm crested Cara's shoulder and fell across her collarbone in a bit of intimacy that would've made Kahlan jealous if it weren't quite so… cute.
"Isn't it obvious?" Cara asked.
"No," Kahlan replied patiently.
"Richard is… doing things."
"Oh, is he now?" Kahlan asked, smiling with more lasciviousness than would be expected for a lady of her station, scanning Richard's apparently-sleeping face for a smile to give him away. But shortly after the words left her, she frowned. It was entirely possible that Richard was unknowingly stepping on some tenet of the Mord'Sith, or their relationship to the Lord Rahl – something that thus far hadn't intruded on their affair. "Are you alright?"
Cara, as was her wont, seemed peevish at the insinuation that there was something that could make her not alright, much less something that would require Kahlan's assistance. She spoke curtly: "I'm fine, aside from the two hundred pounds of Lord Rahl on top of me."
Perhaps owing to her interrupted sleep, Kahlan automatically looked around for Darken Rahl before settling on Richard, who Cara was wrapped up in like… well, like Kahlan had been on many other nights. "Cara, he's snuggling with you. He's Richard. What would you expect?"
"Snuggling?" Cara looked again at the arm Richard had hugging her. "This is it?" She stared at Kahlan. "I expected something to do with erogenous zones."
Kahlan relaxed, relieved that this was not an emergency, just another of Cara's touchstone moments. As lonesome and private as Cara was, there were moments when she touched base with her friends, idly starting up talks generally based around some curt observation, and beating a retreat as soon as the topic was exhausted. Cara had once talked to Kahlan for an hour about the weather, how to read clouds, the chance of storms affecting their travel, even how the color of the sky reminded her of a certain someone's eyes. Then, the very next day, she'd been gutting a rabbit and said "I can't remember my father's face most days" and Kahlan had only been able to get a few more words out of her before the rabbit was done and Zedd was loudly talking with his mouth full.
"You don't know what snuggling is?" Kahlan asked. "I suppose the Mord'Sith weren't big cuddlers."
"We conserve warmth," Cara said simply. "And stay close at hand in case our mistresses have further use of us."
"Is it really bothering you, Cara?"
"If someone attacked, do you know how long it would take to get free of this…" Cara endearingly bit back the comment she was about to make. "Lord Rahl?"
"Would you like to switch places?"
"But then you would be encumbered," Cara protested.
"I'll manage."
Luckily, Richard was a sound sleeper, especially when exhausted. Kahlan lifted his arm up and Cara crawled over her, their hair tickling against each other. Even half-asleep, Cara moved in a feral crouch, no movement wasted, and when her body stole against Kahlan's, it only made the Confessor want her more. Being pressed against Richard's body didn't do anything to help her lust – selfishly, she wanted to force them both awake and take her fill, but she knew it was a waste of time. She'd never have enough of either of them.
With Cara safely ensconced on her side of the bed, Kahlan wrapped Richard's arm around her, pushing back the covers so his body heat added to hers wasn't too much. In the dark, Cara's green eyes traced over their settled bodies as if memorizing the details for future use.
"Good night, Cara," Kahlan said sweetly, to the expected silence from Cara. She closed her eyes.
A moment later, she felt Cara pressed against her, lifting up Richard's arm so it was draped across them both. Sharing the same pillow, Cara's warm exhale tickled down into Kahlan's clavicle.
"I've decided that in case someone used magic to teleport us, like at that birthday party," which Cara would never let go of, "this way I wouldn't be separated from you."
"Well, I wouldn't want you to be separated from us," Kahlan said, pulling the shorter woman in so she was resting her chin on Cara's head, their bodies lining up every bit as symmetrically as Kahlan's had with Richard's.