Fic: If my heart had wings, I would fly to you (Cara/Kahlan, Legend of the Seeker)

[thegirl20]

TITLE: If my heart had wings, I would fly to you
AUTHOR: the_girl_20
FANDOM: Legend of the Seeker
PAIRING: Cara/Kahlan
SUMMARY: Written for the lots_pornbattle prompt 'Cara/Kahlan, read it in a book' (sorta, see Author's Notes)
RATING: R
WORD COUNT: ~2500
DISCLAIMER: Don't own 'em.
SPOILERS: None
AUTHORS' NOTES: Okay, so I read the prompt list and I got to 'Modern AU - phone!sex' and I was going to do that because I quite like phone!sex fics because you can write them as all dialogue and I like all dialogue fics. But then I got to thinking about what the Midlands equivalent of phone!sex would be and I landed on journeybook!sex and this happened. So then I had to find a prompt I could pretend I'd written it for.

NB: Journeybook entries are in italics.

Richard glanced over to where Kahlan was sitting as Zedd stirred the stew that they were making for dinner. Cara was away on an errand which was taking a few days longer than planned and Kahlan was using the journeybook to check that everything was going well. Kahlan and Cara had been growing closer over the past few months and Richard wanted to do everything he could to encourage that.

Kahlan had seemed distracted all day, preoccupied by something, and had only seemed to calm down when she opened the journeybook and found an entry there from Cara. Richard had offered to make dinner with Zedd to allow Kahlan some time to reassure herself that Cara was fine. He watched her scribble furiously for a few seconds and then wait for a response, a smile breaking over her face when it came. Richard smiled too. He did enjoy it when the girls got along.

Then Kahlan’s face changed to one of horror. Richard shook his head. Cara had probably described something that she’d done in a little too much detail for Kahlan’s more delicate sensibilities. Sometimes Cara’s battle tales could turn even Zedd’s stomach.

“Is everything alright?” Richard called over to Kahlan.

She looked up at him and he could swear that she was blushing. She nodded her head rapidly.

“Yes, everything’s fine,” she answered with a smile that was a little forced. “The stew smells amazing.”

He nodded happily and returned to his cooking. Kahlan waited until Richard was engrossed in a conversation with Zedd about herbs until she looked back down at Cara’s last entry.

Touch yourself.

She swallowed, all too aware of how just seeing those words written on the page had affected her body. She squirmed a little on the hard ground and glanced over at the men again before responding.

I can’t. Zedd and Richard are here.

Somehow she didn’t think that would put Cara off for long, but she had to try. She closed her eyes and thought of the Mord’Sith, wishing she were there so that they could make some excuse about collecting firewood and disappear into the forest. But Cara wasn’t there and Kahlan was frustrated and now that Cara had started on this path, Kahlan didn’t want to stop. She sighed, she wondered how she could have lived her whole life without physical intimacy with another person and hardly thought anything of it. A few months with Cara and now she could barely stand to be separated from her for a couple of days. It was ridiculous.

More writing appeared on the page.

I’m touching myself right now.

Kahlan couldn’t contain the moan that escaped her lips.

“Kahlan?” She looked up to find Richard looking at her again, this time in concern.

“I’m...” She had been about to tell him she was fine, but changed her mind. “I feel a little...hot. I might take a walk to the stream to get some cold water...the waterskins are warm.”

“Do you want me to come with you?” Richard asked, moving to stand.

“No!” The almost shout startled all three of them and Kahlan quickly smiled to cover it up. “I mean, no, you should stay and finish the stew...I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”

She hurriedly gathered up the journeybook and quill and the small saucer of blood she’d spilled to use as ink. Depending on Cara’s mood, she mused, she might need more blood before long. Just before leaving, she remembered to grab a waterskin in keeping with her ruse. She’d probably go to the stream anyway. She was definitely in need of cold water. With a last reassuring smile at Richard and Zedd, she walked briskly in the direction of the stream. Richard turned to his grandfather.

“Why’d she take the journeybook?” he asked, his brow creased in confusion.

Zedd shrugged. “Perhaps she has womanly things she wants to discuss with Cara?” he suggested, holding out a spoon. “Now, try this my boy.”

*

Kahlan found herself a secluded spot a good distance away from the campsite. She slid down to the ground, her back resting against a tree, and opened the journeybook with a shaking hand. Cara was clearly growing impatient.

Kahlan? Are you there?

She looked at the words, traced them with her fingers, and took a deep breath. She lifted the quill and dipped it into the blood.

Tell me how you’re touching yourself.

Her face flamed as she formed the letters, though she knew she needn’t worry about Cara’s reaction. She imagined the smile on the other woman’s face as she read and smiled in response.

I’m imagining my hands are yours. Tell me how you’d touch me.

Kahlan quirked an eyebrow, surprised by the honesty in the single sentence. She bit her lip and bloodied her quill. She closed her eyes and pictured Cara lying on the ground in front of her, naked and open. Arousal tugged at her belly and she whimpered, quickly loosening her corset and letting it hang open. Her quill was poised over the paper with a million words running through her head, but she couldn’t write any of them. She groaned in disappointment.

I can’t. I’m sorry.

Tears of frustration welled in her eyes and she held her breath as she waited for Cara’s curt response. It never came.

Do you trust me?

Kahlan frowned. She failed to see how that was relevant.

You know I do. With my life.

Cara’s response made Kahlan start breathing heavier.

Put down the quill. I’m going to tell you what I would do to you if I were there and I want you to imagine me doing it.

Kahlan nodded and then felt silly for doing so.

Okay. I’m putting the quill down.

She did so with a hand that was shaking even more than it had been a short while ago. She settled the journeybook on the ground beside her. And waited.

Take your hand and put it on your neck, I love to feel your pulse race as our lips meet.

Kahlan smiled, strangely charmed that Cara would bother to talk about kissing. But she did as she was told and she felt the steady beating in her neck speed up as she imagined Cara’s soft lips covering her own.

We move to the ground, my arm under your head as you lay back. I kiss your lips one last time before moving down your neck to your chest. You know how much I appreciate your chest.

Kahlan grinned. Cara did indeed spend an inordinate amount of time worshipping her breasts. Of its own accord, her hand had moved from her neck as she read, and was idly cupping her breast, teasing the nipple to a stiff peak. She imagined Cara’s mouth on her, her tongue circling her nipple before taking it into her mouth, warm and wet. She pinched her own nipple and moaned quietly.

I kiss the skin between your breasts and lick the sweat there. My hand is on one breast, squeezing your nipple just as you like it, and my mouth is on the other. I wish I could hear the noises you’re making. I’m never in any doubt of your pleasure because you’re not shy about showing it.

Kahlan was using both hands on her breasts now, her breathing laboured and interspersed with whimpers and moans. She ached to touch herself between her legs, but she wanted to be guided there by Cara. She forced her eyes to the journeybook as more words began to appear.

I imagine you’re very wet by now. I know I am.

A jolt of arousal shot straight to Kahlan’s core and she bit down on her cheek to bring herself back under control. She was wet. And getting wetter with every symbol that appeared on the page.

My mouth is watering at the thought of you. Your scent. Your taste. I want to devour you this instant.

Kahlan idly wondered if she’d ever heard Cara string this many words together in her life. The Mord’Sith was generally more about action. But obviously she could be verbose and eloquent when the occasion required it. Just fact that Cara was saying these things was almost as titillating as the words themselves and Kahlan wasn’t sure she was going to last.

My hand slides down your stomach.

Kahlan’s hand moved lower, it no longer even felt like her hand. It was Cara’s. She couldn’t wait any longer and she let her hand continue until it was sliding into her undergarments and over skin slick with arousal to circle her clit.

You’re so wet.

Kahlan gasped, both from the well timed words and from the sensations her ha-...Cara’s hand was bestowing on her.

You need this now, don’t you?

Kahlan nodded again as she continued to rub herself, her other hand fumbling at her breast as she struggled to concentrate on reading and touching and feeling and Cara.

I slide my fingers inside you.

Kahlan let out a groan of relief as she entered herself.

I love to feel you all around me, warm and tight and mine. When I’m inside you, I’m powerful. Invincible. That’s how you make me feel.

"Spirits, Cara," Kahlan cried out and tears stung her eyes at Cara’s admission.

Faster now, harder, just as you like it. My thumb on your clit and two fingers inside you, making you mine. I want to taste you but I can’t stop looking into your eyes so my mouth will have to wait.

Kahlan was close, so very close to the time she’d have to push Cara away...

You’re going to come with me inside you, Kahlan. My fingers thrusting into you, my skin on your skin. I’m going to feel you clench around me in waves and I’m not letting you go.

Kahlan came with a scream. The unexpected picture Cara had conjured up brought on her orgasm before she’d prepared for it and her magic erupted out of every pore. The forest shook with the ferocity of it and Kahlan felt like she was levitating above the ground for a few seconds before her body went boneless and she collapsed, panting and whining and wishing above all else she had Cara’s arms around her, Cara’s skin to nuzzle against. But she didn’t. She had a journeybook. Fumbling for the quill with wet fingers, she tried to think of a coherent and appropriate response, but only one thing would come to mind.

I wish you were here with me.

A tear made its way down her cheek as she realised just how much she meant that. And how much she wanted to write something else. But that wasn’t for now. Not in a journeybook and not with hundreds of leagues between them.

As do I.

Kahlan smiled and propped herself up on her elbow, tracing over Cara’s writing with her thumb. She brought the quill back to the page.

That was amazing. Thank you.

You’re welcome.

Do you want me to try again? For you?

Whether from the release of her orgasm, or just from talking to Cara, Kahlan was feeling surprisingly keen to do what she had been unable to do earlier.

There’s no need. I only need one hand to write. I took care of matters while I was talking to you.

A thrill ran through Kahlan at the thought of Cara climaxing at the same time she did. And that she’d managed to do so just by thinking about touching Kahlan. She grinned and blushed as she replied.

I’m glad it was pleasurable for you too.

Thinking of you doing what you were doing? Immensely pleasurable.

The smirk on Cara’s face was almost audible through the page and Kahlan had to rein in the impulse to kiss the paper. She rolled her eyes at herself and sighed.

I should clean myself up and head back. Richard and Zedd will no doubt come looking for me if I’m much longer.

There was a longer than usual pause and Kahlan began to worry. Just as she was about to ask if everything was okay, Cara started to write.

Will you say goodnight to me later?

This time Kahlan didn’t fight it, she let her head drop onto the page, inhaling the scent of the paper and imagining it was Cara. She pressed her lips against the symbols and felt not one shred of shame or embarrassment at doing so. She lifted her head and wrote back.

Yes. I’ll say goodnight to you later.

Another pause.

It’s absolutely ridiculous how happy that made me feel.

Kahlan laughed out loud.

Then we’re both ridiculous because it made me happy that you asked.

Well, as long as we’re both ridiculous, I suppose that makes it alright.

The eyeroll was implied.

Yes, it does. I’ll speak to you later, after the boys are in bed.

It’ll give you something to do while the Wizard snores and the Seeker mumbles about puppies and damsels in distress.

Kahlan was aware that they were both dragging out the conversation. She glanced down at her state of undress. She really didn’t want to be found like that by Richard. Or worse, Zedd.

I really have to go.

Okay.

That one word brought a lump to Kahlan’s throat.

Until later.

Until then.

Goodbye, Cara.

Goodbye, Kahlan.

With a heavy heart, Kahlan closed the journeybook and gathered up her things. She went to the stream and washed her face and hands, thinking all the while about how the two days until they would meet up with Cara again seemed like a lifetime. She made her way back to camp to find Richard pacing. He was at her side immediately.

“Where have you been? We were worried!”

Three empty bowls sat by the untouched pot of stew on the fire. Kahlan waved him off, clutching the journeybook to her chest.

“I’m sorry, the stream was nice and cool and I...spoke some more to Cara while I was there. I lost track of time.”

Reassured by Kahlan’s presence, Zedd called them over to the fire to eat their dinner. Kahlan suddenly realised how hungry she was and she took the offered food eagerly. Richard unstrapped the Sword of Truth from his waist before taking a seat beside her. He smiled as he saw her digging in to her stew, then his eyes strayed to the journeybook lying on the ground beside her. He picked it up.

“So, how’s Cara doing?” he asked, leafing through the pages. “She been up to anything interesting lately?”

Kahlan turned to look at him, saw the book in his hands and, in the resulting commotion, Richard somehow ended up with a bowl of piping hot stew in his crotch.

A story which Cara greatly enjoyed hearing later that night.

Comments

[huffstodt.livejournal.com]

This was so much... fun, I guess is the word I'm searching for. And sweet and hot and sexeh-like. What a difference a new premise can make, eh? I love fluffy emotional smut. Great job, SugarPuff. :)

[the-girl-20.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you enjoyed this one. Once I had the journeybook idea thingie it wouldn't go away and demanded to be written :) Thanks!!