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geekturnedvamp, just the name: Kahlan Amnell
I was inspired to finish this one by the most recent episode. I’m not sure we’re approaching Xena levels of femslash, but … yum. Also, I always find Kahlan’s thigh-high boots and hip-high slit skirts simultaneously hilarious and sexy as all get out. Are there good sources for screencaps/wallpapers?
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PG, Kahlan/Cara with a side mention of Richard (gives new meaning to "a side of beef")
They’d been traveling for hours towards the nearest village, with hours still to go, and Cara seemed to have decided to amuse herself by needling Kahlan. It was a step up from physical torture, but not, Kahlan was beginning to think, a very steep one. If only they hadn’t needed to split up to get Zed’s required supplies; if only Zed hadn’t determined that the Seeker would open necessary doors in the other town.
If only Cara would stop talking about her Mord’Sith morals. If that was the word for them.
“You’ve heard the stories, surely.” Cara managed to make the words themselves sound corrupt, sugar-slick. “How the Mord’Sith couple heedlessly, constantly. Indiscriminately.”
Kahlan flushed, setting her mouth against responding to Cara’s provocation. She wished for Zed and Richard’s safe return almost more for her own sake than for theirs. Cara had been pricklier than ever since their latest escape, needing to drive home that she hadn’t meant anything by the air-starved confession that she cared for Kahlan. It was predictable, and in a certain light almost endearing. But the longer Richard was away, the more Cara discoursed on the pleasures of the body as a substitute for emotions. The hours spent listening to Cara’s opinions on various fighting techniques had been tolerable and occasionally even enlightening. Now, though, her focus had turned to more intimate matters, and it was rubbing against Kahlan’s sorest spots.
Cara flicked her eyes away, letting her gloved fingers ruffle the leaves of the bushes as they walked. “It’s not true, of course. I expect it’s something men tell themselves so that they think there is something among the Mord’Sith that they understand, that they might covet. There were those who took their pleasure within the house, naturally. But it was always a matter for the sisters to attend to in private.”
Kahlan broke. “Why are you telling me this?” As glad as she was to have no memory of what she’d done as pure Confessor, she was bitterly jealous of her own nonmagical half-self for being with Richard. She’d been taught to expect to mate with some man otherwise worthy of nothing but contempt; she’d grown to love Richard in every way; she’d become used to her own calluses even as her body burned for more. Richard’s constant proximity was all she wanted in the world, and nowhere near sufficient.
The amused, lascivious expression on Cara’s face suggested that Cara followed at least some of her thoughts. “You cannot love Richard as a woman loves a man. But you do not love me, and I am no man.”
That was enough to make Kahlan stop, her skirts shushing around her. “What are you saying?”
Cara halted a step in front of her and then turned. “I see your … frustration. And I miss those pleasures as well. Your magic can’t harm me.” As if to prove her point, she reached out and traced a line across Kahlan’s chest. The leather of her glove was cool and soft, but Kahlan felt it like fire. Kahlan’s gasp was almost lost in the sound of the wind in the trees surrounding them.
“I don’t—” Kahlan began.
Cara waited until it was obvious that Kahlan couldn’t continue, then smiled that slow knowing smile of hers, the one that Kahlan had first hated for its arrogance and now trusted for its competence. “I can teach you.” Reaching out again, she tugged at the laces of Kahlan’s corset, pulling her a stumbling step closer, so that they were all but embracing. Her breath across Kahlan’s face was not the Breath of Life, but Kahlan shook with it nonetheless. Cara tilted her head, her hair brushing her shoulder, and Kahlan wanted to touch it. “You need only say the word.”
Kahlan didn’t remember deciding to reach out to grab Cara’s shoulder. The muscle was firm under her hand, smaller than Richard’s but suddenly no less desired. She was leaning down, moving in to kiss that smiling mouth if only to stop those taunting words—
And Cara’s finger was between them again, salt on Kahlan’s lips. “But not now.” Quick as a thrown knife, she was away, her smirk disappearing as she turned back to the path. “There’ll be time enough when the sun is down.”
“Cara!” Kahlan’s frustration made her sharp.
“Patience, Confessor. Or there’s no way you’ll be able to handle what I’m planning to do with you.”
Kahlan stared after her, feeling like Cara had hit her in the head again, except that the rest of her body was thrumming with something that was very far from pain.
Then she gathered her skirts and hurried after Cara. It was true enough that they could ill afford to waste daylight, no matter what they might want.
And perhaps in the night, Kahlan could offer a few surprises of her own.
geekturnedvamp, just the name: Kahlan AmnellI was inspired to finish this one by the most recent episode. I’m not sure we’re approaching Xena levels of femslash, but … yum. Also, I always find Kahlan’s thigh-high boots and hip-high slit skirts simultaneously hilarious and sexy as all get out. Are there good sources for screencaps/wallpapers?
Invitation
PG, Kahlan/Cara with a side mention of Richard (gives new meaning to "a side of beef")
They’d been traveling for hours towards the nearest village, with hours still to go, and Cara seemed to have decided to amuse herself by needling Kahlan. It was a step up from physical torture, but not, Kahlan was beginning to think, a very steep one. If only they hadn’t needed to split up to get Zed’s required supplies; if only Zed hadn’t determined that the Seeker would open necessary doors in the other town.
If only Cara would stop talking about her Mord’Sith morals. If that was the word for them.
“You’ve heard the stories, surely.” Cara managed to make the words themselves sound corrupt, sugar-slick. “How the Mord’Sith couple heedlessly, constantly. Indiscriminately.”
Kahlan flushed, setting her mouth against responding to Cara’s provocation. She wished for Zed and Richard’s safe return almost more for her own sake than for theirs. Cara had been pricklier than ever since their latest escape, needing to drive home that she hadn’t meant anything by the air-starved confession that she cared for Kahlan. It was predictable, and in a certain light almost endearing. But the longer Richard was away, the more Cara discoursed on the pleasures of the body as a substitute for emotions. The hours spent listening to Cara’s opinions on various fighting techniques had been tolerable and occasionally even enlightening. Now, though, her focus had turned to more intimate matters, and it was rubbing against Kahlan’s sorest spots.
Cara flicked her eyes away, letting her gloved fingers ruffle the leaves of the bushes as they walked. “It’s not true, of course. I expect it’s something men tell themselves so that they think there is something among the Mord’Sith that they understand, that they might covet. There were those who took their pleasure within the house, naturally. But it was always a matter for the sisters to attend to in private.”
Kahlan broke. “Why are you telling me this?” As glad as she was to have no memory of what she’d done as pure Confessor, she was bitterly jealous of her own nonmagical half-self for being with Richard. She’d been taught to expect to mate with some man otherwise worthy of nothing but contempt; she’d grown to love Richard in every way; she’d become used to her own calluses even as her body burned for more. Richard’s constant proximity was all she wanted in the world, and nowhere near sufficient.
The amused, lascivious expression on Cara’s face suggested that Cara followed at least some of her thoughts. “You cannot love Richard as a woman loves a man. But you do not love me, and I am no man.”
That was enough to make Kahlan stop, her skirts shushing around her. “What are you saying?”
Cara halted a step in front of her and then turned. “I see your … frustration. And I miss those pleasures as well. Your magic can’t harm me.” As if to prove her point, she reached out and traced a line across Kahlan’s chest. The leather of her glove was cool and soft, but Kahlan felt it like fire. Kahlan’s gasp was almost lost in the sound of the wind in the trees surrounding them.
“I don’t—” Kahlan began.
Cara waited until it was obvious that Kahlan couldn’t continue, then smiled that slow knowing smile of hers, the one that Kahlan had first hated for its arrogance and now trusted for its competence. “I can teach you.” Reaching out again, she tugged at the laces of Kahlan’s corset, pulling her a stumbling step closer, so that they were all but embracing. Her breath across Kahlan’s face was not the Breath of Life, but Kahlan shook with it nonetheless. Cara tilted her head, her hair brushing her shoulder, and Kahlan wanted to touch it. “You need only say the word.”
Kahlan didn’t remember deciding to reach out to grab Cara’s shoulder. The muscle was firm under her hand, smaller than Richard’s but suddenly no less desired. She was leaning down, moving in to kiss that smiling mouth if only to stop those taunting words—
And Cara’s finger was between them again, salt on Kahlan’s lips. “But not now.” Quick as a thrown knife, she was away, her smirk disappearing as she turned back to the path. “There’ll be time enough when the sun is down.”
“Cara!” Kahlan’s frustration made her sharp.
“Patience, Confessor. Or there’s no way you’ll be able to handle what I’m planning to do with you.”
Kahlan stared after her, feeling like Cara had hit her in the head again, except that the rest of her body was thrumming with something that was very far from pain.
Then she gathered her skirts and hurried after Cara. It was true enough that they could ill afford to waste daylight, no matter what they might want.
And perhaps in the night, Kahlan could offer a few surprises of her own.
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