LotS fic: Roommates (Cara/Kahlan)
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seriousficTitle: Roommates
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,614
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Kahlan
Previous: Until Graduation.
Summary: Kahlan is sober. Kahlan's thought it over. And she still wants Cara.
There was only so natural you could act with someone when you knew what their breasts felt like. Cara (and some cannabis) thought that was where the institution of marriage had come from. 'Wife' was just short-hand for 'I've felt this person's boobs, in case you're wondering why we're so weird with each other.'
So Cara saw nothing weird when Kahlan's only words for her over a day of studying were "I'm gonna watch a movie now."
"Sure," Cara replied, slipping on a pair of headphones and cuing The Smiths. She glanced at their shared TV, just to see if Kahlan was watching Music & Lyrics again; if she had been, Cara would've felt obliged to go to the common room so Kahlan could masturbate, or whatever straight women did when they watched Hugh Grant movies.
The movie looked familiar, but Cara couldn't place it. She kept glancing up from her essay, distracted by the déjà vu. The cinematography was darker than Kahlan's usual fare, the actors washed out in shades of gray. As much as Cara joked, Kahlan wasn't really one for Disney cartoons and My Little Pony, but she did prefer rom-coms, old musicals. This movie looked like it was about handsy Catholic priests or something.
Then Cara saw Gina Gershon and it all clicked into place. She took off her headphones, saved her Word document, and dropped onto the couch beside Kahlan. "If you're waiting for a dance number, you're in for a long haul."
"Oh, you've seen this?"
"Bound? Yes, I've seen it. It was on ABC Family the other day," Cara replied smartly. She tucked herself beside Kahlan, like they were really going to watch Bound together. Kahlan wasn't intimidated, so Cara said in her usual tone. "There's a sex scene coming up. You might wanna fast-forward."
"And I might not."
Kahlan was staring at the TV again, like Cara was just a powderpuff that'd blown into her field of vision for a moment. Cara dug her short fingernails through Kahlan's jeans and into her leg.
"What are you trying to prove?" she demanded.
Kahlan bit her lip—a tell. "I don't have anything to prove," she shot back, replicating Cara's deliberate inflection. "Maybe I just don't care if a movie has lesbians in it."
Cara called bullshit. "No one watches lesbian movies except lesbians. Have you seen lesbian movies? This is the only one that doesn't end in someone driving off a cliff."
"Then it's good to know I have good taste."
There was a hole in Kahlan's jeans. Cara slipped her finger inside and scratched her nail down Kahlan's thigh, hard. "Explain."
"It's not that complicated," Kahlan said, just a little out of breath, forcing her 'innocent' voice even as she said "I touched myself last night, thinking about you, and I want more to think about. And since I'm not going to get it from you—"
"Ask for it."
"What?" Kahlan asked, wide-eyed now, another tell.
Cara flipped over, straddling Kahlan's lap, and stripped off her shirt in another fluid motion. Kahlan's eyes jerked from her black bra to Cara's challenging expression, back and forth like windshield wipers. "Ask. For. Material."
Her mind scorched, Kahlan defaulted to politeness. "Can I have some material please?"
"No. No." Kahlan looked crestfallen until Cara grabbed her by the chin and forced their eyes to meet. "Ask so I know exactly what you want."
"I want something to think about when I touch myself," Kahlan said, small and hesitant. Her seduction wasn't going as she'd planned. Cara could sympathize. But she was sober and willing and Cara had kicked herself enough times for not fucking her when she'd had the chance.
Cara released her death grip on Kahlan's chin, moving her hand along Kahlan's cheek and into her hair, a bit of smiling softness before she closed her hand again and jerked Kahlan's head back. She leaned down into Kahlan's face like a vampire about to drink. "I'll give you so much to 'think about', you won't be able to stop touching yourself. Fucking yourself."
"Yes, please, that—" Kahlan started, but Cara wasn't interested. She got up, pulling Kahlan to her feet, and wrestled her to the bed. Threw her in, facedown, arm locked behind her back like a cop making an arrest. With Kahlan restrained, Cara enjoying running a hand up Kahlan's leg from the back of her knee to her tight, taut ass. She squeezed a feel. Kahlan moaned and wiggled, wanting to 'think about it' right now.
"Strip," Cara said, releasing Kahlan with a shove almost across the bed.
"What now?"
"Take off your clothes."
Kahlan's hands clapped together rushing to undo her belt.
"No. Nothing below the waist. That's for me."
Kahlan took a few deep breaths, forcing her hands to bunch in her shirt and then lifting it over her head. White bra. Cara smirked at the Intro To Symbolism.
"Lose it."
It opened in the back too.
Kahlan's breasts were as good as Cara remembered. A little better, with a sheen of sweat over them, Kahlan's nervousness also evident in the way they rose and fell in frenzied panting. Cara grabbed the nipple of one and twisted it. Kahlan moaned, crossing her legs.
"Lie back," Cara ordered. "And grab the headboard."
Kahlan did as she was told, her hands shaking in the instant before they locked onto the iron bars. "Don't. Let. Go." Cara smirked at her and turned, shimmying her ass as she walked to her floor locker. The one with the combination lock.
A few twists and it was open. All Kahlan heard was jangling as Cara got out the handcuffs. She held them behind her back as she returned to Kahlan, tossing them both on Kahlan's stomach. The brunette bit her lip, trying not to moan at the feel of cold metal on her bare skin.
"You didn't let go," Cara said, picking up one, lifting it slowly, letting the length of chain pull taut before she hoisted it in front of Kahlan's wide eyes. "That's good."
She bolted it to Kahlan's wrist, the other end to the headboard. Kahlan squeaked, then clamped her mouth shut, embarrassed. Cara picked up the other set and repeated the process. This time, Kahlan moaned.
"How big is Richard?" Cara asked, with a pleasant smile all of a sudden.
"Huh? About six foot two."
"No!" Cara said with her customary snap. She dipped her hand to Kahlan's crotch and squeezed her there hard enough for Kahlan to feel the denim of her jeans through her panties. "How big is he?"
"Eight inches." Cara raised an eyebrow. "What? I don't want no scrub."
Cara smirked. "Wait here," she said, grabbing a bundle from her foot locker and disappearing into the bathroom. "Not that you have much of a choice." The door shut.
As she waited, Kahlan tried her bonds. Cara had left her with very little slack in the cuffs, and the chains were just long enough to let her scratch her nose. She looked down at her body, tried to stretch it into a pleasing pose. Her nipples were getting tighter and harder, seemingly of their own accord. Kahlan bit her lip, dug her nails into her palms, just to feel something. Her entire body felt magnetic, needing to pull something against it to be complete.
The bathroom door creaked open. Cara stepped out. She wasn't wearing her bra anymore. A corset, leather panties, thigh-highs, a collar… Kahlan almost couldn't parse it all. They all seemed to blend into one cohesive whole. Cara's leathers. Even the dildo seemed to be made of the same sickly sinuous material.
"Ten inches," Cara said, slapping the dildo against her open palm. "I'm really in the mood when I use this."
"I'm in the mood!" Kahlan said defensively.
"You don't have to be. I have lube." Setting the dildo at the foot of the bed—Kahlan briefly imagined it wiggling up her spread legs like a snake—Cara brought up a jar of Vaseline. She set it down on the mattress as well and Kahlan was more worried about staining the bedsheets than having a rather large mass of silicone inside her.
Finally, Cara got out a box of vinyl gloves, snapping them onto her hands with an ominous grin. Kahlan had wondered why she wasn't wearing some kind of leather opera gloves. There she was.
"Now," Cara began, picking up the dildo and anointing it with lubricant. "What's your safe word?"
"I don't know. Whatever you want is fine with me…"
"Whatever I want…" Cara drawled, hanging off the top bunk of their beds. Her gaze moved over Kahlan's body. "Something you're unlikely to say in the heat of the moment. How about… 'Richard'?"
"Whazuh?" Kahlan sat up so fast she caught on her handcuffs and was jerked back down to the pillow.
Cara sat on the bed, stripping her gloves off. "What the hell is going on with you? You throw yourself at me, even while I'm getting ready to practically ravish you, and…" Cara rolled her eyes upward. "You have a fucking boyfriend! I'd like to know what's up with that."
"You think now's a great time?" Kahlan asked sarcastically.
"You're cuffed to the bed. Now works for me."
Kahlan closed her eyes and counted to three, accompanied by the bop of her head with each numeral. Cara had gotten used to that in their first week living together. Finally, Kahlan opened her eyes, and after taking in Cara's leathers once more—"We decided we should… have a… an open relationship."
"Open relationship. You? Ms. Congeniality?"
"I finished first-place in that beauty contest and you know it! I was Miss Aylindral!"
"Shut up. So whose idea was it, yours or Richard's?"
Kahlan looked away. "Would you undo these cuffs please? If we're not going to do anything…"
Cara rolled her eyes again, even higher. "Seriously!? A guy says he wants an open relationship and you take him up on it?"
"You're one to talk—"
"Guys do that when they want to break up with you," Cara explained patiently, or as patiently as her sarcasm could come across. "It's their passive-aggressive way of doing inception. You're not supposed to have the low self-esteem to take them up on it!"
"Well, I do!" Kahlan fired back, raising her voice for the first time in what seemed like forever. "I love him more than I care about what he's doing with some… other girl! And I thought it wouldn't be so bad. If he was honest about it. If I could be with you too."
Cara tossed the gloves aside and grabbed the key, unlocking Kahlan like she was rescuing her from a death-trap. "I'm not worth the heartbreak. Tell him you want out of it. Tell him you want the picket-fence and the family dog, not key parties. God. Next he'll be swapping you with some other jock for a quick go at a redhead."
Kahlan didn't say anything. She just got up, rubbing her wrists, and grabbed her bra and shirt off the couch.
"Kahlan," Cara said, insistently. "Kahlan, you can break up with him. It won't even be that bad…"
"For someone I'm not dating, you're fucking possessive," Kahlan said. She slammed the door on her way out.
***
"Packing," Cara answered, not sure she'd heard right. It sounded a lot like Kahlan had asked "What the fuck are you doing?" and that couldn't have been right. Kahlan didn't have that many F-bombs in her arsenal.
"And where the fuck are you going?" Kahlan demanded. Alright, maybe she did.
"Trust me, saying fuck all the time isn't going to get me to take you seriously. I hear it plenty."
Kahlan grabbed the box Cara was filling and held it out of her reach. Cara considered jumping for it, but her dignity wouldn't let her. She just looked Kahlan in the eye and made a face like she was about to rip her spine out. But Kahlan had seen that too many times for it to be effective…
"Where are you going?" Kahlan repeated.
"Off-campus rooming," Cara said, her eyes following Kahlan's face when the brunette looked away. "I found a guy who needs roommate, Leo Dane. He's an idiot, but I can put up with him. And you won't have any trouble finding a new roomie, you're friends with everyone…"
"Why?"
"Don't you mean 'Why the fuck?'"
Kahlan set the box down. Slammed it, more like. "I thought we'd be cool," she said. "That's you, right? No pressure, no drama, just… okay, fine, nothing has to happen between us. But don't do this."
Cara cracked her neck, wishing Kahlan would back off, run away like everyone else. But then, they'd gotten what they'd wanted from her first, and Cara wouldn't give Kahlan the satisfaction. "It's easy not to have drama with people I don't care about."
"So you love me now, huh, that it?"
Cara grabbed the box and stuffed it as full as she could.
"Oh my god."
"Shut up," Cara growled, but Kahlan was grabbing her, spinning her around.
"You're into me," she insisted, demanded almost, leaning into Cara.
"I can do better for you than some skeevy football player. That's not the same thing as Ryan Gosling and whatsherface."
"You're in love with me!"
"I'm your friend. Stop being an idiot about it."
Kahlan flounced down on the couch, arms crossed. "Say it."
"What's it?" Cara asked, dropping the box down almost on top of her.
"Say how you feel."
"Annoyed. Frustrated. Kinda hungry."
"About me!"
"Same difference."
Kahlan groaned and threw her head back. "Richard doesn’t have a problem telling me he loves me."
Cara picked up the next box and threw it a figurine inside so hard that it cracked. She didn't seem to notice. "Because that's not how he feels!"
"You're jealous."
Cara bit her lip to shut herself off. She'd started packing when Kahlan was gone. She hadn't expected her to be back so soon.
"And you're chicken. Thinking I'll reject you if you tell me how you really feel."
She stuffed her books inside, barely lining them up, pages folding the wrong way, covers creasing…
Kahlan got up, her voice higher. "Thinking no one could want you except for sex. Thinking no one could love you."
"You're really proving me wrong!" Cara fired off before she could stop herself.
Kahlan took it, not giving her a shouting match, not giving her anything to go on but the usual canned emotions, making Cara sift through politeness for how she really felt. "Give me something to be wrong about. I'm not leaving Richard for some emotional cripple—"
"My point exactly."
Kahlan winced, and Cara shrugged, chalking up that she hadn't meant it. Still, Kahlan got closer, setting a hand on Cara's shoulder. No, putting it on her shoulder and running it down her arm, like you touched someone when you were used to the feel of their skin but wanted to be reminded of it anyway.
"I'm not leaving Richard for someone who can't tell me how they feel—but I'd leave him for you."
Cara stopped packing. She turned and looked Kahlan dead in the eye. There was a weariness there, a slump in her shoulders, hair hanging in front of her eyes and it wasn't sexy like it had been before, it was the kind of thing that usually drove Kahlan back a step.
"Don't fucking play games with me," she said. "I'll come back later to pick up my stuff. And I don't want to see you again, so you'd better be out of here then."
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,614
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Kahlan
Previous: Until Graduation.
Summary: Kahlan is sober. Kahlan's thought it over. And she still wants Cara.
There was only so natural you could act with someone when you knew what their breasts felt like. Cara (and some cannabis) thought that was where the institution of marriage had come from. 'Wife' was just short-hand for 'I've felt this person's boobs, in case you're wondering why we're so weird with each other.'
So Cara saw nothing weird when Kahlan's only words for her over a day of studying were "I'm gonna watch a movie now."
"Sure," Cara replied, slipping on a pair of headphones and cuing The Smiths. She glanced at their shared TV, just to see if Kahlan was watching Music & Lyrics again; if she had been, Cara would've felt obliged to go to the common room so Kahlan could masturbate, or whatever straight women did when they watched Hugh Grant movies.
The movie looked familiar, but Cara couldn't place it. She kept glancing up from her essay, distracted by the déjà vu. The cinematography was darker than Kahlan's usual fare, the actors washed out in shades of gray. As much as Cara joked, Kahlan wasn't really one for Disney cartoons and My Little Pony, but she did prefer rom-coms, old musicals. This movie looked like it was about handsy Catholic priests or something.
Then Cara saw Gina Gershon and it all clicked into place. She took off her headphones, saved her Word document, and dropped onto the couch beside Kahlan. "If you're waiting for a dance number, you're in for a long haul."
"Oh, you've seen this?"
"Bound? Yes, I've seen it. It was on ABC Family the other day," Cara replied smartly. She tucked herself beside Kahlan, like they were really going to watch Bound together. Kahlan wasn't intimidated, so Cara said in her usual tone. "There's a sex scene coming up. You might wanna fast-forward."
"And I might not."
Kahlan was staring at the TV again, like Cara was just a powderpuff that'd blown into her field of vision for a moment. Cara dug her short fingernails through Kahlan's jeans and into her leg.
"What are you trying to prove?" she demanded.
Kahlan bit her lip—a tell. "I don't have anything to prove," she shot back, replicating Cara's deliberate inflection. "Maybe I just don't care if a movie has lesbians in it."
Cara called bullshit. "No one watches lesbian movies except lesbians. Have you seen lesbian movies? This is the only one that doesn't end in someone driving off a cliff."
"Then it's good to know I have good taste."
There was a hole in Kahlan's jeans. Cara slipped her finger inside and scratched her nail down Kahlan's thigh, hard. "Explain."
"It's not that complicated," Kahlan said, just a little out of breath, forcing her 'innocent' voice even as she said "I touched myself last night, thinking about you, and I want more to think about. And since I'm not going to get it from you—"
"Ask for it."
"What?" Kahlan asked, wide-eyed now, another tell.
Cara flipped over, straddling Kahlan's lap, and stripped off her shirt in another fluid motion. Kahlan's eyes jerked from her black bra to Cara's challenging expression, back and forth like windshield wipers. "Ask. For. Material."
Her mind scorched, Kahlan defaulted to politeness. "Can I have some material please?"
"No. No." Kahlan looked crestfallen until Cara grabbed her by the chin and forced their eyes to meet. "Ask so I know exactly what you want."
"I want something to think about when I touch myself," Kahlan said, small and hesitant. Her seduction wasn't going as she'd planned. Cara could sympathize. But she was sober and willing and Cara had kicked herself enough times for not fucking her when she'd had the chance.
Cara released her death grip on Kahlan's chin, moving her hand along Kahlan's cheek and into her hair, a bit of smiling softness before she closed her hand again and jerked Kahlan's head back. She leaned down into Kahlan's face like a vampire about to drink. "I'll give you so much to 'think about', you won't be able to stop touching yourself. Fucking yourself."
"Yes, please, that—" Kahlan started, but Cara wasn't interested. She got up, pulling Kahlan to her feet, and wrestled her to the bed. Threw her in, facedown, arm locked behind her back like a cop making an arrest. With Kahlan restrained, Cara enjoying running a hand up Kahlan's leg from the back of her knee to her tight, taut ass. She squeezed a feel. Kahlan moaned and wiggled, wanting to 'think about it' right now.
"Strip," Cara said, releasing Kahlan with a shove almost across the bed.
"What now?"
"Take off your clothes."
Kahlan's hands clapped together rushing to undo her belt.
"No. Nothing below the waist. That's for me."
Kahlan took a few deep breaths, forcing her hands to bunch in her shirt and then lifting it over her head. White bra. Cara smirked at the Intro To Symbolism.
"Lose it."
It opened in the back too.
Kahlan's breasts were as good as Cara remembered. A little better, with a sheen of sweat over them, Kahlan's nervousness also evident in the way they rose and fell in frenzied panting. Cara grabbed the nipple of one and twisted it. Kahlan moaned, crossing her legs.
"Lie back," Cara ordered. "And grab the headboard."
Kahlan did as she was told, her hands shaking in the instant before they locked onto the iron bars. "Don't. Let. Go." Cara smirked at her and turned, shimmying her ass as she walked to her floor locker. The one with the combination lock.
A few twists and it was open. All Kahlan heard was jangling as Cara got out the handcuffs. She held them behind her back as she returned to Kahlan, tossing them both on Kahlan's stomach. The brunette bit her lip, trying not to moan at the feel of cold metal on her bare skin.
"You didn't let go," Cara said, picking up one, lifting it slowly, letting the length of chain pull taut before she hoisted it in front of Kahlan's wide eyes. "That's good."
She bolted it to Kahlan's wrist, the other end to the headboard. Kahlan squeaked, then clamped her mouth shut, embarrassed. Cara picked up the other set and repeated the process. This time, Kahlan moaned.
"How big is Richard?" Cara asked, with a pleasant smile all of a sudden.
"Huh? About six foot two."
"No!" Cara said with her customary snap. She dipped her hand to Kahlan's crotch and squeezed her there hard enough for Kahlan to feel the denim of her jeans through her panties. "How big is he?"
"Eight inches." Cara raised an eyebrow. "What? I don't want no scrub."
Cara smirked. "Wait here," she said, grabbing a bundle from her foot locker and disappearing into the bathroom. "Not that you have much of a choice." The door shut.
As she waited, Kahlan tried her bonds. Cara had left her with very little slack in the cuffs, and the chains were just long enough to let her scratch her nose. She looked down at her body, tried to stretch it into a pleasing pose. Her nipples were getting tighter and harder, seemingly of their own accord. Kahlan bit her lip, dug her nails into her palms, just to feel something. Her entire body felt magnetic, needing to pull something against it to be complete.
The bathroom door creaked open. Cara stepped out. She wasn't wearing her bra anymore. A corset, leather panties, thigh-highs, a collar… Kahlan almost couldn't parse it all. They all seemed to blend into one cohesive whole. Cara's leathers. Even the dildo seemed to be made of the same sickly sinuous material.
"Ten inches," Cara said, slapping the dildo against her open palm. "I'm really in the mood when I use this."
"I'm in the mood!" Kahlan said defensively.
"You don't have to be. I have lube." Setting the dildo at the foot of the bed—Kahlan briefly imagined it wiggling up her spread legs like a snake—Cara brought up a jar of Vaseline. She set it down on the mattress as well and Kahlan was more worried about staining the bedsheets than having a rather large mass of silicone inside her.
Finally, Cara got out a box of vinyl gloves, snapping them onto her hands with an ominous grin. Kahlan had wondered why she wasn't wearing some kind of leather opera gloves. There she was.
"Now," Cara began, picking up the dildo and anointing it with lubricant. "What's your safe word?"
"I don't know. Whatever you want is fine with me…"
"Whatever I want…" Cara drawled, hanging off the top bunk of their beds. Her gaze moved over Kahlan's body. "Something you're unlikely to say in the heat of the moment. How about… 'Richard'?"
"Whazuh?" Kahlan sat up so fast she caught on her handcuffs and was jerked back down to the pillow.
Cara sat on the bed, stripping her gloves off. "What the hell is going on with you? You throw yourself at me, even while I'm getting ready to practically ravish you, and…" Cara rolled her eyes upward. "You have a fucking boyfriend! I'd like to know what's up with that."
"You think now's a great time?" Kahlan asked sarcastically.
"You're cuffed to the bed. Now works for me."
Kahlan closed her eyes and counted to three, accompanied by the bop of her head with each numeral. Cara had gotten used to that in their first week living together. Finally, Kahlan opened her eyes, and after taking in Cara's leathers once more—"We decided we should… have a… an open relationship."
"Open relationship. You? Ms. Congeniality?"
"I finished first-place in that beauty contest and you know it! I was Miss Aylindral!"
"Shut up. So whose idea was it, yours or Richard's?"
Kahlan looked away. "Would you undo these cuffs please? If we're not going to do anything…"
Cara rolled her eyes again, even higher. "Seriously!? A guy says he wants an open relationship and you take him up on it?"
"You're one to talk—"
"Guys do that when they want to break up with you," Cara explained patiently, or as patiently as her sarcasm could come across. "It's their passive-aggressive way of doing inception. You're not supposed to have the low self-esteem to take them up on it!"
"Well, I do!" Kahlan fired back, raising her voice for the first time in what seemed like forever. "I love him more than I care about what he's doing with some… other girl! And I thought it wouldn't be so bad. If he was honest about it. If I could be with you too."
Cara tossed the gloves aside and grabbed the key, unlocking Kahlan like she was rescuing her from a death-trap. "I'm not worth the heartbreak. Tell him you want out of it. Tell him you want the picket-fence and the family dog, not key parties. God. Next he'll be swapping you with some other jock for a quick go at a redhead."
Kahlan didn't say anything. She just got up, rubbing her wrists, and grabbed her bra and shirt off the couch.
"Kahlan," Cara said, insistently. "Kahlan, you can break up with him. It won't even be that bad…"
"For someone I'm not dating, you're fucking possessive," Kahlan said. She slammed the door on her way out.
***
"Packing," Cara answered, not sure she'd heard right. It sounded a lot like Kahlan had asked "What the fuck are you doing?" and that couldn't have been right. Kahlan didn't have that many F-bombs in her arsenal.
"And where the fuck are you going?" Kahlan demanded. Alright, maybe she did.
"Trust me, saying fuck all the time isn't going to get me to take you seriously. I hear it plenty."
Kahlan grabbed the box Cara was filling and held it out of her reach. Cara considered jumping for it, but her dignity wouldn't let her. She just looked Kahlan in the eye and made a face like she was about to rip her spine out. But Kahlan had seen that too many times for it to be effective…
"Where are you going?" Kahlan repeated.
"Off-campus rooming," Cara said, her eyes following Kahlan's face when the brunette looked away. "I found a guy who needs roommate, Leo Dane. He's an idiot, but I can put up with him. And you won't have any trouble finding a new roomie, you're friends with everyone…"
"Why?"
"Don't you mean 'Why the fuck?'"
Kahlan set the box down. Slammed it, more like. "I thought we'd be cool," she said. "That's you, right? No pressure, no drama, just… okay, fine, nothing has to happen between us. But don't do this."
Cara cracked her neck, wishing Kahlan would back off, run away like everyone else. But then, they'd gotten what they'd wanted from her first, and Cara wouldn't give Kahlan the satisfaction. "It's easy not to have drama with people I don't care about."
"So you love me now, huh, that it?"
Cara grabbed the box and stuffed it as full as she could.
"Oh my god."
"Shut up," Cara growled, but Kahlan was grabbing her, spinning her around.
"You're into me," she insisted, demanded almost, leaning into Cara.
"I can do better for you than some skeevy football player. That's not the same thing as Ryan Gosling and whatsherface."
"You're in love with me!"
"I'm your friend. Stop being an idiot about it."
Kahlan flounced down on the couch, arms crossed. "Say it."
"What's it?" Cara asked, dropping the box down almost on top of her.
"Say how you feel."
"Annoyed. Frustrated. Kinda hungry."
"About me!"
"Same difference."
Kahlan groaned and threw her head back. "Richard doesn’t have a problem telling me he loves me."
Cara picked up the next box and threw it a figurine inside so hard that it cracked. She didn't seem to notice. "Because that's not how he feels!"
"You're jealous."
Cara bit her lip to shut herself off. She'd started packing when Kahlan was gone. She hadn't expected her to be back so soon.
"And you're chicken. Thinking I'll reject you if you tell me how you really feel."
She stuffed her books inside, barely lining them up, pages folding the wrong way, covers creasing…
Kahlan got up, her voice higher. "Thinking no one could want you except for sex. Thinking no one could love you."
"You're really proving me wrong!" Cara fired off before she could stop herself.
Kahlan took it, not giving her a shouting match, not giving her anything to go on but the usual canned emotions, making Cara sift through politeness for how she really felt. "Give me something to be wrong about. I'm not leaving Richard for some emotional cripple—"
"My point exactly."
Kahlan winced, and Cara shrugged, chalking up that she hadn't meant it. Still, Kahlan got closer, setting a hand on Cara's shoulder. No, putting it on her shoulder and running it down her arm, like you touched someone when you were used to the feel of their skin but wanted to be reminded of it anyway.
"I'm not leaving Richard for someone who can't tell me how they feel—but I'd leave him for you."
Cara stopped packing. She turned and looked Kahlan dead in the eye. There was a weariness there, a slump in her shoulders, hair hanging in front of her eyes and it wasn't sexy like it had been before, it was the kind of thing that usually drove Kahlan back a step.
"Don't fucking play games with me," she said. "I'll come back later to pick up my stuff. And I don't want to see you again, so you'd better be out of here then."
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Date: 2012-05-02 07:39 pm (UTC)I so wait for the next curtain...
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Date: 2012-05-02 07:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-03 01:00 am (UTC)Oh and get her Kahlan! Don't let her run away!
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Date: 2012-05-03 07:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-03 12:48 pm (UTC)Cara and Kahlan are so much more than just some quick kinky sex, not there is anything wrong with that. The more the merrier.
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Date: 2012-05-03 01:36 pm (UTC)Oh, and in case that plea doesn't give you any hints: I'm LOVING this. ;)
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Date: 2012-05-03 05:26 pm (UTC)I seriously have no idea how Cara managed to walk away twice , TWICE from Kahlan. Must leave her very ~frustrated.
+10000000 for ~breakup fight when not even in a relationship.
:D
Can't wait for more.
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Date: 2012-05-03 08:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-04 06:05 pm (UTC)Great story! I enjoyed the first part too but, shamefully, neglected to comment at the time.
Nice job leaving us hanging so we can't wait for you to continue. :)
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Date: 2012-05-11 02:45 am (UTC)