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the lost one (Legend of the Seeker, Cara/Kahlan, pg13)
Title: the lost one
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shiegra
Rating: pg13
Warnings: violence
Word count: 615
Summary: A fight in the woods.
A/N: Not technically canon-compliant. After Cara is bewitched by the Sisters of the Dark.
Prompt: Legend of the Seeker - Kahlan/Cara - fight!sex - "let's go too far"
The shadows cast a dappled pattern over her skin and the cloth of her dress. Kahlan didn't push to her feet, didn't try to stand. She looked up at Cara, dirt on her hands and face, watching the cool, perfectly knowing smile spread over the Mord'Sith's smile.
"Hello, Confessor."
Kahlan lunged up off the ground. The sudden movement was so stupid -- coming up right into an agiel -- that it actually took the other women by surprise, and they both crashed backward. Kahlan remembered this, but Denna was a more careful fighter, more precise and more controlling.
They crashed down into the mulch and Kahlan's hands skidded in mud, Cara's breath exploding out in a short sharp grunt. Kahlan was fighting to catch her breath but she was already swinging while she did it, muscle memory taking over for the sake of survival.
A blow to her gut doubled her over, but Cara's responding strike hit Kahlan in the face, a bright starry burst of shock and distant pain. The problem wasn't the pain so much as the disorientation and Kahlan briefly went cold with remote fear. She couldn't afford a head injury.
Cara grabbed her wrist and the agiel slammed against her breastbone.
Pain shrieked through her -- incredible, lightning-sharp pain. Kahlan imagined she should be able to feel the burning flesh, the sharp stink of cauterization. Instead, a breathless scream tore free.
She didn't know where she found the strength to do it. But she shoved into the agiel, managed to hook Cara's feet out from under her, and hit her with everything she had.
Cara kicked out with both feet and managed to throw Kahlan into a tree.
Shock of pain, breathless disorientation. Kahlan opened her eyes and knew she'd lost time, if not much; Cara was bending over her, holding her firmly pinned, her knee grinding one wrist firmly into the dirt and gloved fingers curled around the other.
"Tell me," the Mord'Sith demanded, her voice hard and imperious, "where is the Seeker?"
Breathless and pinned, Kahlan managed a hard glare. "I will tell you nothing," she breathed, and the hatred in her voice turned it to steel, to stone.
Cara's lips brushed her cheek, the corner of her mouth. It was a parody of affection, a deliberate warping of everything they'd had, that fragile starry phantom of friendship, comradeship, loyalty. Love.
"I'll have it from you," she said, "one way or another."
The agiel's singing hum didn't move closer, but it didn't need to. The threat was plain.
"You've tried that on me before," Kahlan replied, harsh. "It wasn't effective before."
She heard Cara laugh, low and too warm. "I was strapped for time," she answered. "I'll enjoy breaking you, Kahlan Amnell."
Kahlan turned her head enough to look her in the eyes, hair tangling in her mouth. "You can't," she said, low and clear. "She could have." A split second's almost confusion in those familiar eyes. "But you're not her anymore."
Cara's mouth twisted, contemptuous. But before she could do more than draw in the next breath, the air whistled above their heads and an arrow hit home in the trunk. A Resistance fighter carrying a crossbow emerged from behind the trees and aimed more surely this time and Richard was already ahead of him, moving faster, shouting her name.
Cara shifted her grip on the agiel. Kahlan tucked her knees, bucked like a writhing snake despite the sickening lurch of pain in her head, and kicked. Hard.
Richard was between them by the time Kahlan had staggered to her feet. She reached for her knives, stepped up to his side, and got ready to fight a ghost.
Author/Artist:
shiegraRating: pg13
Warnings: violence
Word count: 615
Summary: A fight in the woods.
A/N: Not technically canon-compliant. After Cara is bewitched by the Sisters of the Dark.
Prompt: Legend of the Seeker - Kahlan/Cara - fight!sex - "let's go too far"
The shadows cast a dappled pattern over her skin and the cloth of her dress. Kahlan didn't push to her feet, didn't try to stand. She looked up at Cara, dirt on her hands and face, watching the cool, perfectly knowing smile spread over the Mord'Sith's smile.
"Hello, Confessor."
Kahlan lunged up off the ground. The sudden movement was so stupid -- coming up right into an agiel -- that it actually took the other women by surprise, and they both crashed backward. Kahlan remembered this, but Denna was a more careful fighter, more precise and more controlling.
They crashed down into the mulch and Kahlan's hands skidded in mud, Cara's breath exploding out in a short sharp grunt. Kahlan was fighting to catch her breath but she was already swinging while she did it, muscle memory taking over for the sake of survival.
A blow to her gut doubled her over, but Cara's responding strike hit Kahlan in the face, a bright starry burst of shock and distant pain. The problem wasn't the pain so much as the disorientation and Kahlan briefly went cold with remote fear. She couldn't afford a head injury.
Cara grabbed her wrist and the agiel slammed against her breastbone.
Pain shrieked through her -- incredible, lightning-sharp pain. Kahlan imagined she should be able to feel the burning flesh, the sharp stink of cauterization. Instead, a breathless scream tore free.
She didn't know where she found the strength to do it. But she shoved into the agiel, managed to hook Cara's feet out from under her, and hit her with everything she had.
Cara kicked out with both feet and managed to throw Kahlan into a tree.
Shock of pain, breathless disorientation. Kahlan opened her eyes and knew she'd lost time, if not much; Cara was bending over her, holding her firmly pinned, her knee grinding one wrist firmly into the dirt and gloved fingers curled around the other.
"Tell me," the Mord'Sith demanded, her voice hard and imperious, "where is the Seeker?"
Breathless and pinned, Kahlan managed a hard glare. "I will tell you nothing," she breathed, and the hatred in her voice turned it to steel, to stone.
Cara's lips brushed her cheek, the corner of her mouth. It was a parody of affection, a deliberate warping of everything they'd had, that fragile starry phantom of friendship, comradeship, loyalty. Love.
"I'll have it from you," she said, "one way or another."
The agiel's singing hum didn't move closer, but it didn't need to. The threat was plain.
"You've tried that on me before," Kahlan replied, harsh. "It wasn't effective before."
She heard Cara laugh, low and too warm. "I was strapped for time," she answered. "I'll enjoy breaking you, Kahlan Amnell."
Kahlan turned her head enough to look her in the eyes, hair tangling in her mouth. "You can't," she said, low and clear. "She could have." A split second's almost confusion in those familiar eyes. "But you're not her anymore."
Cara's mouth twisted, contemptuous. But before she could do more than draw in the next breath, the air whistled above their heads and an arrow hit home in the trunk. A Resistance fighter carrying a crossbow emerged from behind the trees and aimed more surely this time and Richard was already ahead of him, moving faster, shouting her name.
Cara shifted her grip on the agiel. Kahlan tucked her knees, bucked like a writhing snake despite the sickening lurch of pain in her head, and kicked. Hard.
Richard was between them by the time Kahlan had staggered to her feet. She reached for her knives, stepped up to his side, and got ready to fight a ghost.
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