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seriousficTitle: Until Graduation
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: R
Word Count: 3,333
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Kahlan
Summary: Kahlan is straight. Kahlan is Richard's girlfriend. Kahlan is president of the College Christian Club. Cara's in love with her.
Kahlan was straight. Straight, straight, straight. Cara kept telling herself that because she wasn't sure Kahlan remembered.
Cara had been studying. Easy to do, since her roommate had disappeared with her sickeningly perfect boyfriend to a party that Kahlan insisted on calling a "social mixer." Probably part of Kahlan's drive to make everything sound boring. She called Cara fucking a handcuffed man with a strap-on an "alternate lifestyle."
Not that Cara let her know about the handcuffs or the sex toys, even if Kahlan looked damned cute when she was scandalized. Cara wasn't much for socializing. During the week, she studied. On weekends, she finished studying, drove twenty miles to a hotel her sister ran, and took advantage of the free room Grace had generously (stupidly) promised her to pick up strangers from bars. All where she'd never have to worry about the knuckle-draggers from her school seeing her in her leathers.
She knew how most of her professors would react to finding out she liked to be gagged and slapped. She was fine with keeping the two worlds very, very separate. She was even fine with Kahlan not knowing. She wasn't doing the 'in love with a straight girl' business. The last thing she needed was to be someone's college experiment, ending up in a letter back home about how she'd corrupted someone and getting enough religious pamphlets in her inbox to roll joints for a year.
She might've spoken from experience. But that didn't count, she was a freshman back then and she'd thought Dahlia loved her.
But she did like being friends with Kahlan, even if she'd never admit it. Despite Kahlan being daddy's little girl (she had a Disney princesses bedspread, who did that? If anyone was going to be sleeping on Princess Jasmine, Cara would've thought it'd be herself), she never judged Cara, not even in a hippy-drippie 'your self-expression is so lovely' way. After she overheard a phone call about Cara leaving her Agiel in someone's apartment (and Googling what an Agiel was), all she asked was if Cara used protection. 'Well, obviously.'
Honestly, Cara thought she scared Kahlan a little bit. If that weren't the case, she'd have loved to share the details, since Kahlan was clearly interested in a bit more than whatever she got up to with Richard (and judging by the blush when Cara caught her watching fucking The Client List, that probably wasn't much). But no, best if she just listened to how Richard took Kahlan to a vineyard and they got to stomp grapes and wasn't that fun? Not that she was jealous or anything. Cara really didn't care for liquor unless she was doing body shots with it. She liked being in control.
These convictions had been firmly in place until the moment Kahlan flounced in, buzzed enough to trip where the hall's tile floor became the dorm room's carpet and sober enough to catch herself on the bunk bed instead of taking a header. Cara looked up from her Introduction to Psychology text.
Kahlan was staring at her with a downright predatory intensity. "We're watching Crossroads."
***
Kahlan loved Crossroads. Cara hated it. They'd watched five minutes of it and even Dan Aykroyd couldn't trick Cara into thinking this wouldn't be painful in an entirely bad, nonsexual way.
Cara was assertive. She could've shoved Kahlan away and gone to do her homework in the quad. It wasn't like she hadn't done it before. But apparently a two-drink minimum made Kahlan all… cuddly. She'd dragged Cara to the bottom bunk and collapsed on her lap, actually rubbing a few not-gender-neutral places as she got them both crammed into the same tiny IKEA bed.
Cara wasn't a saint, but she also wasn't going to get an O off some drunk girl like she couldn't do any better. It's just that it was nice to see Kahlan unwind for once. Even around Richard, she was always so tidied up, all pretty pink princess, trying to please him like she was in the running for girlfriend of the year. It was hard to see the woman under all that. Cara liked seeing Kahlan this way, since it obviously wasn't just the drinks that had pulled the stick out of Kahlan. Maybe she'd broken up with Richard.
Why did Cara think that'd be so awesome when clearly it would just mean she'd have to pick Kahlan up from wherever crazed sorority girls went to get over high school sweethearts?
"Cara?" Kahlan asked, in a kinda down voice. Mostly sober, as opposed to the chipper tone she'd had as she'd cursed the Oscars for not recognizing Britney Spears' acting debut, all while trying to get the DVD out of a snap case.
"What?" Cara had been ignoring the movie to look at Kahlan's hair. It was tumbling all over Cara's legs and chest, exploded there from the impact of Kahlan dropping her torso in Cara's lap. She had an inexplicable urge to touch that. Did straight girls do that or was it too gay? Cara was gay and she never touched anyone's hair.
"You're a good friend. If you don't want to watch this, you can put on something else."
"It's fine," Cara said. "Really."
"You're a very good friend."
Saints wouldn't have replayed that peculiarly-emphasized 'very' in their heads so much. That's why Cara wasn't a saint.
Cara reached down and touched Kahlan's hair, sinking her fingers in to feel Kahlan's scalp. There was a warmth coming off Kahlan's head, not feverish but subdued, and it persisted all the way down to the back of Kahlan's neck. Cara kept petting Kahlan's hair, seeing if it got any hotter.
Christ, she was in love with a straight girl.
"You're like a lesbian, right?"
Not really what you wanted to hear from a girl in your lap, whose hair you were petting, who you were watching Crossroads with. "Bisexual, actually."
Kahlan got up, but it was just to plant her head more comfortably on Cara's ribs. They oriented in mostly the same direction now, lying on the bed parallel to the TV, so they had to turn their heads to see Britney. Which Cara wasn't doing, even if one of the girls looked a lot like Zoe Saldena.
"But you prefer women?" Kahlan asked once they got settled. "Why?"
Cara wondered how to phrase her response. Then she figured that Kahlan was probably too drunk to care. "They're better in bed."
Kahlan laughed. She didn't normally laugh. She had a way of smiling and ducking her head. But she had a good laugh, even if she didn't get much practice.
"But what do lesbians do, exactly?" Kahlan blinked a few times like she'd lost her train of thought. "In bed, I mean? Not for social gatherings or…"
Apparently, that was the end of that sentence. Cara answered, actually feeling a little awkward. She'd known a woman who'd actually had a whole list memorized, just to rattle off at anyone who challenged her. The only part Cara remembered was I ream assholes. I take it like a man and I give it like a man. I take it like a woman and I give it like a woman. She'd kept wondering if that was a poem.
"It's mostly just whatever feels good. Everyone's different. And everyone wants to experiment, too, so… it's not like a salon appointment."
Kahlan laughed again. Cara could get used to it. "Cara, you wanna feel my breasts?" She looked up at Cara with a zealous expression that made Cara laugh, it was just so—and this was all so—it was like she was the one who'd been drinking.
"What kind of party did you go to?" Cara asked.
Kahlan looked upset now. "I just mean that if you wanted to, you could touch my breasts. God." She turned her head decisively to her left, watching the movie now.
"I'm… sorry," Cara said reluctantly. She hated apologizing, even if it did come easy when she was talking to Kahlan. The woman was a kicked puppy, even if she had been underfoot. "Do you want me to touch your…" It sounded damn awkward repeating that. "Do you want me to touch you?"
Kahlan shrugged. "You can if you want to."
Kahlan was wearing layers, blue sleeves shooting out of the jacket's white fleece. The jacket sleeves were rolled up because Kahlan had bought the thing on sale and the sleeves were too short for it, so she rolled them up anyway. Cara reached down and took her hands, balled up in the sheets that had splayed around their legs in all the maneuvering. Her fingertips massaged the backs of Kahlan's hands until, naturally, organically, they relaxed. Cara eased her hands down and joined them with Kahlan's, thumbs sliding around Cara's wrists to rub at her pulse points.
With their arms together, Cara could lift Kahlan with her barely noticing, hitch her up so Cara could slide underneath and lower her back down so their faces were together, their cheeks rubbing as Kahlan landed next to her on the pillow. "We don't just grope each others' breasts," Cara said soothingly, her words soft since Kahlan's ear was right there, begging to be bitten. "Us lesbians."
"Girl kissed me at the party," Kahlan muttered. "Stuck her tongue down my throat. I kept thinking how nice it would've been if she hadn't tasted like Smirnoff Ice. I was walking home and one of those campus carts asked me if I wanted a ride here and I thought I'd see you. I really wanted to see you."
Kahlan sighed longingly. She shifted, trying to get closer, and her hip banged against Cara's lap, her crotch. Cara shuddered. It was a surprise how wet she was, how suddenly uncomfortable her damp panties and stiff jeans were on her. She needed to be in her leathers to be in control. But she could really enjoy being out of control.
Kahlan seemed to echo her thoughts. She growled suddenly and flipped over, burying herself in Cara. The blonde got a face full of hair as Kahlan nipped at her neck, butterflying kisses over from her shoulder to her ear. Only the thin strap of Cara's tanktop stood in her way and Kahlan pulled that out of the way, a gesture that unintentionally sent ripples down Cara's body until they centered on her cunt, wet and needful.
"You move fast…" Cara exclaimed, a little wondrous.
"No time like the present," Kahlan moaned happily. Settling on top of Cara, she linked their hands once more, pushing Cara's up to the headboard. With a grin, she rubbed her thumbs across Cara's wrists. Cara dutifully moaned. Kahlan smiled and then leaned down to lick her way from the hollow of Cara's throat to the point of her chin. "Still don't wanna touch my breasts?"
Cara tried to answer, but Kahlan was stronger than she looked—she held Cara's hands just where they were. "No? Maybe if you saw them, you'd want to touch…" She swayed in to give Cara a closer look, her zipper jangling from its unacceptably high perch on Kahlan's cleavage. Cara simply reared up and bit down on it, letting Kahlan's movements pull it down for her as she held it in place.
Kahlan was beautiful. Her breasts were perfect. Not too big, definitely not too small, and so perky it was like they had never even heard of gravity. Her nipples poked through the thin material of her top, demanding to be touched… pinched… twisted. Cara actually felt her mouth water. Please, God, let Kahlan get off on that.
"Turn off the TV," Kahlan said, keeping those damned breasts just a little ways from Cara's mouth where they needed to be. Her voice was lower and sultrier than Cara had ever heard it.
"That's on my agenda," Cara growled. She really had no wish to associate this memory with Brit-Brit in any way.
"Should I do it?" Kahlan asked, nodding toward the remote laying on the bunk-bed's ladder. Just that motion dipped her breasts a little closer, enough to make Cara feel like a fever had broken on.
"Turn. The TV. Off," Cara ordered.
Kahlan complied happily, and was taken by surprise when Cara didn't even wait for the screen to shrink to a dot to make her move. Cara wrapped her legs around Kahlan, snapping them shut like a steel trap, holding Kahlan very still as she lifted her face to Kahlan's cleavage.
"Oh!" Kahlan said sharply, then, softer, "Oh…" as Cara licked at the fabric over her nipple, giving her the barest hint of warmth and moisture. Her voice deepened. "Oh," as Cara dotted the tip of her breast with small kisses, little pinpricks of heat that woke her flesh up with need. Half of her was in heaven, but her other breast seemed to hurt with need. She tried to shift over, but Cara held her fast. Her instincts took over. She let go of Cara's hands, buried her fists in Cara's golden hair, and forced her lips elsewhere.
Only the moment she let go, Cara rolled them over, off the bed, landing in a tangle of bedsheets and body parts and the pushed-up carpet Kahlan had brought from home. Cara laughed triumphantly as she mounted Kahlan, pulling her tanktop aside, sinking her fingers into Kahlan's incredible breasts and squeezing until Kahlan cried out, pain impossible to separate from pleasure.
"Lesbians…" Kahlan gasped, struggling to concentrate with Cara rutting against her leg, clutching her breasts. "Lesbians use their tongues, right?"
Cara paused, hair in front of her face, her knee poised at Kahlan's wet center, her entire body vibrating like a plucked guitar string. "Yes."
"And fingers?" Kahlan was out of breath. She had to swallow in air. "Not just… you know… rubber things?"
"Why?" Cara asked, out of breath herself. "Would you like a rubber thing?"
"No." Kahlan forced in all the air her lungs could take, so she could say calmly. "I want your tongue."
A wide grin fixed, perhaps permanently, on Cara's face, the blonde was just tugging down Kahlan's jeans and making similar plans for Kahlan's pink little panties when the phone rang.
"Oh hell," Kahlan said, instinctively reaching for it, her body not cooperating, the entire movement coming off like a fish on dry land.
"Let it ring," Cara said, growling so hard it was almost a threat. "The machine will get it."
"And then we'll have to listen to them anyway," Kahlan countered. "C'mon, this is a good stopping point—"
"Not for me." Cara dragged her lip out of her teeth, as if the pain could help center her. It didn't. "I wanna know what you taste like."
A nearly sibilant moan rose from Kahlan, blocked out by the fucking phone. "Get it. Please? Really fast? Just tell them you're studying…"
Cara lowered her lips to Kahlan's ear. "I expect your clothes in a neat little pile by the time I'm back," she said in her most forceful tone, the voice she normally used to tell someone which boot they'd be kissing. With an aborted groan, Cara forced herself up. She grabbed the phone from the desk and took it into the bathroom before answering, narrowly resisting the urge to slam the door. "Yeah?"
The voice on the other end made goosebumps break out across Cara's body. "Hey, Cara. Sorry to interrupt you. Is Kahlan there?"
It was Richard.
"What do you mean?" Cara replied, not altogether away from Kahlan. Not altogether up to talking to her… boy person.
"She left the party early," Richard said. "She said she would call me when she got home, but I haven't heard from her. She got there, right?"
"Yeah," Cara said. "She's asleep now. Can I take a message?"
"Just ask her if she thinks we're still on for the Grand Slam Breakfast tomorrow or if she's gonna be under the weather. Cool?"
"Yes. Very cool. I'll ask her as soon as she wakes up."
"Thanks, Cara. You rock."
He hung up then. She didn't have to.
Cara came out of the bathroom to find Kahlan back in bed, a sheet covering her, one naked leg slanting down to the floor. Who did that? Kahlan, apparently.
She guessed Richard liked it.
"I have to go," Cara said, hurriedly grabbing her shoes and throwing them on without socks. No hesitation, no time to change her mind.
"Go?" Kahlan asked, like she needed the word defined for her. "Go where?"
"Out. I'll be right back," Cara lied. "It's an emergency."
"But, we…"
"I'll tell you all about it when I get back." Cara grabbed all her homework, not even bothering with a bag. "You understand, right?"
"Not really." Kahlan pulled up her sheet and looked down it, like she was considering whipping the thing off. Cara silently begged her not to. "I was really enjoying what we were doing."
"Yeah. So was I. Right back." Cara slammed herself out the door, closing it behind her and taking a few deep breaths before she set out for the library.
She studied there into the wee hours of the morning.
***
The next time Cara saw Kahlan she was on Richard's leg, laughing as he explained an old scar on his elbow to one of his football buddies. It was in the quad, with students all around, tanning on the grass and taking advantage of one of the few places where free wi-fi didn't fall under the library's strict rules. Kahlan spotted Cara a second later and sped over to her even as Cara backed away. Cara sat down a second before they collided, digging out her phone to check. Even as the touchscreen lit up, Kahlan was sitting down on the bench beside her.
"Hey."
"Hey there," Cara replied. She felt foolish. Undersexed.
"We're going to Buffalo Palace later. You want anything?"
"Huh?"
"Buffalo Palace," Kahlan repeated. She really didn't have the face for duplicity. Everything came out perfectly sincere. "It's a new place on 122nd. All the dudebros are wild for it, but don't let that discourage you too much."
"What's Buffalo Palace have to do with last night?"
"What's last night have to do with right now?"
Cara shut her eyes, trying to force down the blush rising to her cheeks. God, this was why she didn't date. Was everyone in the entire world so… frustrating? "You kissed me," she said, putting it simply.
"Yeah, so? It's college. Everyone messes around."
A doom-and-gloom thought hit Cara. "You didn't tell Richard, did you?" she asked, stricken.
"Of course not. I mean, he's kissed other girls, he'd told me about it… he always says he was drunk or they came on to him, whatever." Kahlan looked away. "I know this is different. Since you're a girl. But we've been dating since high school and, God, you know…? It's not like I can do this stuff when we're married."
"So you're getting married now?" Cara had meant for it to be a snarky rejoinder. Not a question.
Kahlan kept staring into the distance. There was nothing out there. Just some trees and a statue of an old white dead guy. "Well, of course. He hasn't proposed or anything, but… we did this in high school, we did this in college. What else are we gonna do?"
"So last night was…?"
"I don’t know, Cara." Kahlan's head whipped back to Cara and now she sounded angry, the sullen kind she got when she was trying not to be angry. "I kissed you and I said I liked you and we were going to keep kissing and then you left. So I guess you weren't interested and you just put up with your roommate slobbering on you until you could get away, which you did and I'm sorry about it. So can this not be awkward, huh?"
It was Cara's turn to look away. "Yeah. I'm sorry too."
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: R
Word Count: 3,333
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Kahlan
Summary: Kahlan is straight. Kahlan is Richard's girlfriend. Kahlan is president of the College Christian Club. Cara's in love with her.
Kahlan was straight. Straight, straight, straight. Cara kept telling herself that because she wasn't sure Kahlan remembered.
Cara had been studying. Easy to do, since her roommate had disappeared with her sickeningly perfect boyfriend to a party that Kahlan insisted on calling a "social mixer." Probably part of Kahlan's drive to make everything sound boring. She called Cara fucking a handcuffed man with a strap-on an "alternate lifestyle."
Not that Cara let her know about the handcuffs or the sex toys, even if Kahlan looked damned cute when she was scandalized. Cara wasn't much for socializing. During the week, she studied. On weekends, she finished studying, drove twenty miles to a hotel her sister ran, and took advantage of the free room Grace had generously (stupidly) promised her to pick up strangers from bars. All where she'd never have to worry about the knuckle-draggers from her school seeing her in her leathers.
She knew how most of her professors would react to finding out she liked to be gagged and slapped. She was fine with keeping the two worlds very, very separate. She was even fine with Kahlan not knowing. She wasn't doing the 'in love with a straight girl' business. The last thing she needed was to be someone's college experiment, ending up in a letter back home about how she'd corrupted someone and getting enough religious pamphlets in her inbox to roll joints for a year.
She might've spoken from experience. But that didn't count, she was a freshman back then and she'd thought Dahlia loved her.
But she did like being friends with Kahlan, even if she'd never admit it. Despite Kahlan being daddy's little girl (she had a Disney princesses bedspread, who did that? If anyone was going to be sleeping on Princess Jasmine, Cara would've thought it'd be herself), she never judged Cara, not even in a hippy-drippie 'your self-expression is so lovely' way. After she overheard a phone call about Cara leaving her Agiel in someone's apartment (and Googling what an Agiel was), all she asked was if Cara used protection. 'Well, obviously.'
Honestly, Cara thought she scared Kahlan a little bit. If that weren't the case, she'd have loved to share the details, since Kahlan was clearly interested in a bit more than whatever she got up to with Richard (and judging by the blush when Cara caught her watching fucking The Client List, that probably wasn't much). But no, best if she just listened to how Richard took Kahlan to a vineyard and they got to stomp grapes and wasn't that fun? Not that she was jealous or anything. Cara really didn't care for liquor unless she was doing body shots with it. She liked being in control.
These convictions had been firmly in place until the moment Kahlan flounced in, buzzed enough to trip where the hall's tile floor became the dorm room's carpet and sober enough to catch herself on the bunk bed instead of taking a header. Cara looked up from her Introduction to Psychology text.
Kahlan was staring at her with a downright predatory intensity. "We're watching Crossroads."
***
Kahlan loved Crossroads. Cara hated it. They'd watched five minutes of it and even Dan Aykroyd couldn't trick Cara into thinking this wouldn't be painful in an entirely bad, nonsexual way.
Cara was assertive. She could've shoved Kahlan away and gone to do her homework in the quad. It wasn't like she hadn't done it before. But apparently a two-drink minimum made Kahlan all… cuddly. She'd dragged Cara to the bottom bunk and collapsed on her lap, actually rubbing a few not-gender-neutral places as she got them both crammed into the same tiny IKEA bed.
Cara wasn't a saint, but she also wasn't going to get an O off some drunk girl like she couldn't do any better. It's just that it was nice to see Kahlan unwind for once. Even around Richard, she was always so tidied up, all pretty pink princess, trying to please him like she was in the running for girlfriend of the year. It was hard to see the woman under all that. Cara liked seeing Kahlan this way, since it obviously wasn't just the drinks that had pulled the stick out of Kahlan. Maybe she'd broken up with Richard.
Why did Cara think that'd be so awesome when clearly it would just mean she'd have to pick Kahlan up from wherever crazed sorority girls went to get over high school sweethearts?
"Cara?" Kahlan asked, in a kinda down voice. Mostly sober, as opposed to the chipper tone she'd had as she'd cursed the Oscars for not recognizing Britney Spears' acting debut, all while trying to get the DVD out of a snap case.
"What?" Cara had been ignoring the movie to look at Kahlan's hair. It was tumbling all over Cara's legs and chest, exploded there from the impact of Kahlan dropping her torso in Cara's lap. She had an inexplicable urge to touch that. Did straight girls do that or was it too gay? Cara was gay and she never touched anyone's hair.
"You're a good friend. If you don't want to watch this, you can put on something else."
"It's fine," Cara said. "Really."
"You're a very good friend."
Saints wouldn't have replayed that peculiarly-emphasized 'very' in their heads so much. That's why Cara wasn't a saint.
Cara reached down and touched Kahlan's hair, sinking her fingers in to feel Kahlan's scalp. There was a warmth coming off Kahlan's head, not feverish but subdued, and it persisted all the way down to the back of Kahlan's neck. Cara kept petting Kahlan's hair, seeing if it got any hotter.
Christ, she was in love with a straight girl.
"You're like a lesbian, right?"
Not really what you wanted to hear from a girl in your lap, whose hair you were petting, who you were watching Crossroads with. "Bisexual, actually."
Kahlan got up, but it was just to plant her head more comfortably on Cara's ribs. They oriented in mostly the same direction now, lying on the bed parallel to the TV, so they had to turn their heads to see Britney. Which Cara wasn't doing, even if one of the girls looked a lot like Zoe Saldena.
"But you prefer women?" Kahlan asked once they got settled. "Why?"
Cara wondered how to phrase her response. Then she figured that Kahlan was probably too drunk to care. "They're better in bed."
Kahlan laughed. She didn't normally laugh. She had a way of smiling and ducking her head. But she had a good laugh, even if she didn't get much practice.
"But what do lesbians do, exactly?" Kahlan blinked a few times like she'd lost her train of thought. "In bed, I mean? Not for social gatherings or…"
Apparently, that was the end of that sentence. Cara answered, actually feeling a little awkward. She'd known a woman who'd actually had a whole list memorized, just to rattle off at anyone who challenged her. The only part Cara remembered was I ream assholes. I take it like a man and I give it like a man. I take it like a woman and I give it like a woman. She'd kept wondering if that was a poem.
"It's mostly just whatever feels good. Everyone's different. And everyone wants to experiment, too, so… it's not like a salon appointment."
Kahlan laughed again. Cara could get used to it. "Cara, you wanna feel my breasts?" She looked up at Cara with a zealous expression that made Cara laugh, it was just so—and this was all so—it was like she was the one who'd been drinking.
"What kind of party did you go to?" Cara asked.
Kahlan looked upset now. "I just mean that if you wanted to, you could touch my breasts. God." She turned her head decisively to her left, watching the movie now.
"I'm… sorry," Cara said reluctantly. She hated apologizing, even if it did come easy when she was talking to Kahlan. The woman was a kicked puppy, even if she had been underfoot. "Do you want me to touch your…" It sounded damn awkward repeating that. "Do you want me to touch you?"
Kahlan shrugged. "You can if you want to."
Kahlan was wearing layers, blue sleeves shooting out of the jacket's white fleece. The jacket sleeves were rolled up because Kahlan had bought the thing on sale and the sleeves were too short for it, so she rolled them up anyway. Cara reached down and took her hands, balled up in the sheets that had splayed around their legs in all the maneuvering. Her fingertips massaged the backs of Kahlan's hands until, naturally, organically, they relaxed. Cara eased her hands down and joined them with Kahlan's, thumbs sliding around Cara's wrists to rub at her pulse points.
With their arms together, Cara could lift Kahlan with her barely noticing, hitch her up so Cara could slide underneath and lower her back down so their faces were together, their cheeks rubbing as Kahlan landed next to her on the pillow. "We don't just grope each others' breasts," Cara said soothingly, her words soft since Kahlan's ear was right there, begging to be bitten. "Us lesbians."
"Girl kissed me at the party," Kahlan muttered. "Stuck her tongue down my throat. I kept thinking how nice it would've been if she hadn't tasted like Smirnoff Ice. I was walking home and one of those campus carts asked me if I wanted a ride here and I thought I'd see you. I really wanted to see you."
Kahlan sighed longingly. She shifted, trying to get closer, and her hip banged against Cara's lap, her crotch. Cara shuddered. It was a surprise how wet she was, how suddenly uncomfortable her damp panties and stiff jeans were on her. She needed to be in her leathers to be in control. But she could really enjoy being out of control.
Kahlan seemed to echo her thoughts. She growled suddenly and flipped over, burying herself in Cara. The blonde got a face full of hair as Kahlan nipped at her neck, butterflying kisses over from her shoulder to her ear. Only the thin strap of Cara's tanktop stood in her way and Kahlan pulled that out of the way, a gesture that unintentionally sent ripples down Cara's body until they centered on her cunt, wet and needful.
"You move fast…" Cara exclaimed, a little wondrous.
"No time like the present," Kahlan moaned happily. Settling on top of Cara, she linked their hands once more, pushing Cara's up to the headboard. With a grin, she rubbed her thumbs across Cara's wrists. Cara dutifully moaned. Kahlan smiled and then leaned down to lick her way from the hollow of Cara's throat to the point of her chin. "Still don't wanna touch my breasts?"
Cara tried to answer, but Kahlan was stronger than she looked—she held Cara's hands just where they were. "No? Maybe if you saw them, you'd want to touch…" She swayed in to give Cara a closer look, her zipper jangling from its unacceptably high perch on Kahlan's cleavage. Cara simply reared up and bit down on it, letting Kahlan's movements pull it down for her as she held it in place.
Kahlan was beautiful. Her breasts were perfect. Not too big, definitely not too small, and so perky it was like they had never even heard of gravity. Her nipples poked through the thin material of her top, demanding to be touched… pinched… twisted. Cara actually felt her mouth water. Please, God, let Kahlan get off on that.
"Turn off the TV," Kahlan said, keeping those damned breasts just a little ways from Cara's mouth where they needed to be. Her voice was lower and sultrier than Cara had ever heard it.
"That's on my agenda," Cara growled. She really had no wish to associate this memory with Brit-Brit in any way.
"Should I do it?" Kahlan asked, nodding toward the remote laying on the bunk-bed's ladder. Just that motion dipped her breasts a little closer, enough to make Cara feel like a fever had broken on.
"Turn. The TV. Off," Cara ordered.
Kahlan complied happily, and was taken by surprise when Cara didn't even wait for the screen to shrink to a dot to make her move. Cara wrapped her legs around Kahlan, snapping them shut like a steel trap, holding Kahlan very still as she lifted her face to Kahlan's cleavage.
"Oh!" Kahlan said sharply, then, softer, "Oh…" as Cara licked at the fabric over her nipple, giving her the barest hint of warmth and moisture. Her voice deepened. "Oh," as Cara dotted the tip of her breast with small kisses, little pinpricks of heat that woke her flesh up with need. Half of her was in heaven, but her other breast seemed to hurt with need. She tried to shift over, but Cara held her fast. Her instincts took over. She let go of Cara's hands, buried her fists in Cara's golden hair, and forced her lips elsewhere.
Only the moment she let go, Cara rolled them over, off the bed, landing in a tangle of bedsheets and body parts and the pushed-up carpet Kahlan had brought from home. Cara laughed triumphantly as she mounted Kahlan, pulling her tanktop aside, sinking her fingers into Kahlan's incredible breasts and squeezing until Kahlan cried out, pain impossible to separate from pleasure.
"Lesbians…" Kahlan gasped, struggling to concentrate with Cara rutting against her leg, clutching her breasts. "Lesbians use their tongues, right?"
Cara paused, hair in front of her face, her knee poised at Kahlan's wet center, her entire body vibrating like a plucked guitar string. "Yes."
"And fingers?" Kahlan was out of breath. She had to swallow in air. "Not just… you know… rubber things?"
"Why?" Cara asked, out of breath herself. "Would you like a rubber thing?"
"No." Kahlan forced in all the air her lungs could take, so she could say calmly. "I want your tongue."
A wide grin fixed, perhaps permanently, on Cara's face, the blonde was just tugging down Kahlan's jeans and making similar plans for Kahlan's pink little panties when the phone rang.
"Oh hell," Kahlan said, instinctively reaching for it, her body not cooperating, the entire movement coming off like a fish on dry land.
"Let it ring," Cara said, growling so hard it was almost a threat. "The machine will get it."
"And then we'll have to listen to them anyway," Kahlan countered. "C'mon, this is a good stopping point—"
"Not for me." Cara dragged her lip out of her teeth, as if the pain could help center her. It didn't. "I wanna know what you taste like."
A nearly sibilant moan rose from Kahlan, blocked out by the fucking phone. "Get it. Please? Really fast? Just tell them you're studying…"
Cara lowered her lips to Kahlan's ear. "I expect your clothes in a neat little pile by the time I'm back," she said in her most forceful tone, the voice she normally used to tell someone which boot they'd be kissing. With an aborted groan, Cara forced herself up. She grabbed the phone from the desk and took it into the bathroom before answering, narrowly resisting the urge to slam the door. "Yeah?"
The voice on the other end made goosebumps break out across Cara's body. "Hey, Cara. Sorry to interrupt you. Is Kahlan there?"
It was Richard.
"What do you mean?" Cara replied, not altogether away from Kahlan. Not altogether up to talking to her… boy person.
"She left the party early," Richard said. "She said she would call me when she got home, but I haven't heard from her. She got there, right?"
"Yeah," Cara said. "She's asleep now. Can I take a message?"
"Just ask her if she thinks we're still on for the Grand Slam Breakfast tomorrow or if she's gonna be under the weather. Cool?"
"Yes. Very cool. I'll ask her as soon as she wakes up."
"Thanks, Cara. You rock."
He hung up then. She didn't have to.
Cara came out of the bathroom to find Kahlan back in bed, a sheet covering her, one naked leg slanting down to the floor. Who did that? Kahlan, apparently.
She guessed Richard liked it.
"I have to go," Cara said, hurriedly grabbing her shoes and throwing them on without socks. No hesitation, no time to change her mind.
"Go?" Kahlan asked, like she needed the word defined for her. "Go where?"
"Out. I'll be right back," Cara lied. "It's an emergency."
"But, we…"
"I'll tell you all about it when I get back." Cara grabbed all her homework, not even bothering with a bag. "You understand, right?"
"Not really." Kahlan pulled up her sheet and looked down it, like she was considering whipping the thing off. Cara silently begged her not to. "I was really enjoying what we were doing."
"Yeah. So was I. Right back." Cara slammed herself out the door, closing it behind her and taking a few deep breaths before she set out for the library.
She studied there into the wee hours of the morning.
***
The next time Cara saw Kahlan she was on Richard's leg, laughing as he explained an old scar on his elbow to one of his football buddies. It was in the quad, with students all around, tanning on the grass and taking advantage of one of the few places where free wi-fi didn't fall under the library's strict rules. Kahlan spotted Cara a second later and sped over to her even as Cara backed away. Cara sat down a second before they collided, digging out her phone to check. Even as the touchscreen lit up, Kahlan was sitting down on the bench beside her.
"Hey."
"Hey there," Cara replied. She felt foolish. Undersexed.
"We're going to Buffalo Palace later. You want anything?"
"Huh?"
"Buffalo Palace," Kahlan repeated. She really didn't have the face for duplicity. Everything came out perfectly sincere. "It's a new place on 122nd. All the dudebros are wild for it, but don't let that discourage you too much."
"What's Buffalo Palace have to do with last night?"
"What's last night have to do with right now?"
Cara shut her eyes, trying to force down the blush rising to her cheeks. God, this was why she didn't date. Was everyone in the entire world so… frustrating? "You kissed me," she said, putting it simply.
"Yeah, so? It's college. Everyone messes around."
A doom-and-gloom thought hit Cara. "You didn't tell Richard, did you?" she asked, stricken.
"Of course not. I mean, he's kissed other girls, he'd told me about it… he always says he was drunk or they came on to him, whatever." Kahlan looked away. "I know this is different. Since you're a girl. But we've been dating since high school and, God, you know…? It's not like I can do this stuff when we're married."
"So you're getting married now?" Cara had meant for it to be a snarky rejoinder. Not a question.
Kahlan kept staring into the distance. There was nothing out there. Just some trees and a statue of an old white dead guy. "Well, of course. He hasn't proposed or anything, but… we did this in high school, we did this in college. What else are we gonna do?"
"So last night was…?"
"I don’t know, Cara." Kahlan's head whipped back to Cara and now she sounded angry, the sullen kind she got when she was trying not to be angry. "I kissed you and I said I liked you and we were going to keep kissing and then you left. So I guess you weren't interested and you just put up with your roommate slobbering on you until you could get away, which you did and I'm sorry about it. So can this not be awkward, huh?"
It was Cara's turn to look away. "Yeah. I'm sorry too."
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Date: 2012-03-29 09:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-30 02:48 am (UTC)You did a wonderful job with Cara's voice -- it was so true to the way I imagine college Cara would sound, with all her toppiness and hilarious snark. And we got to see a perfect amount of the feelings, just a little taste of what is so clearly beneath the surface. I loved it! :D
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Date: 2012-03-30 06:23 am (UTC)Waiting and hoping for more :)
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Date: 2012-03-30 08:14 am (UTC)I've missed your Seeker fics, btw!
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Date: 2012-03-30 02:52 pm (UTC)But this is why I love your Cara. I'm just a sucker for tragic heroines.
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Date: 2012-03-30 08:24 pm (UTC)Also:
Cara came out of the bathroom to find Kahlan back in bed, a sheet covering her, one naked leg slanting down to the floor. Who did that? Kahlan, apparently.
Genuine LOLs. Nice work.
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Date: 2012-03-31 10:23 pm (UTC)And damn you Richard! Doing things at the wrong time!
Good that you're writing seeker fics again! I would love to read your castle fics as well but I haven't finished watching season 3 yet... :)
Anyway, this one needs a sequel! *hopeful eyes* ;)
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