Opening the door, Kahlan pushed her head through the small opening to see if he was awake. Entering the room, she tiptoed across the room, pulling loose the strings of her Mother Confessor's dress. She looked over to him constantly, hoping that her movements would not stir him from his dreams. Quickly removing her dress, she crawled into bed, snuggling herself beneath the covers. Slowly, she inched closer to him, to the warmth of his body.
His body welcomed hers, calling her forward as he turned towards her, allowing her head to rest beneath his chin. Holding her tightly against him, he opened his eyes.
"How do you expect me to continue sleeping when you craw into my arms naked?"
"Well, if you want me to put something on." she smiled, pushing away from him and starting to get out of bed.
Catching her arm, he pulled her to him, laying her on her back. His hand moved slowly over her stomach as his lips pressed gently against her shoulder. Closing her eyes, she grabbed his hand, moving it to her breasts. The soft moan that escaped her lips over took him. In one swift move, he laid over her, pulling his shirt over his head before pressing his lips passionately against hers, his tongue quickly begging her mouth for entrance.
"I missed you today." he whispered before pressing his lips to her neck, her head leaning back into the pillow.
Reaching up to his head, she ran her fingers through his hair, holding his head in place. "I'm sorry, I couldn't get away." the last of her words came out in a low moan as his lips moved over her chest.
Slipping her hands between them, she grabbed the strings of Richard's pants, pulling at them frantically. She heard him give a light laugh as he pulled back from her, standing beside the bed for a brief moment as he removed his pants. Staring at her, he lost his breath in her beauty, the way the moonlight hit her body through the window made her impossibly more beautiful.
Smiling seductively, she sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs as she wrapped them around him, pulling him to her. Laying back on the bed, she closed her eyes, giving him another moment to admire her flawless body. His hands gently grasped her legs, sliding along them as he moved in closer.
One of the things he had grown to love about her was the way her body would arch up into his hands as they moved slowly over her stomach and breasts, begging for more contact. With his heart pounding beneath his skin, he laid his arms on the side of her, being careful not to crush her with his weight as his lips found hers once again.
The soft gasp of his name as he entered her echoed in his mind as he pushed himself deeper into her warmth. Each moment with her, he swore was enough to drive him to his death, he never wanted anything more. Having her fingers dig into his back as she held him to her was something he never wanted to lose. Pulling back, he looked down at the face that he knew so well.
He loved seeing her like this, open and vulnerable, something she had never allowed any other man to see. With her hair spread out over the bed around her face, she smiled up at him as she moved her arms up above her head, giving him no restrictions to her body. Gripping at the sheets, Kahlan arched upward into the movements of his hands and lips along her stomach and chest.
Sliding his tongue over her chest, he fought back a smile as she let out a moan of pleasure. Instantly she grabbed his head and pulled it to hers, kissing him as her fingers entwined into his hair. Holding him tightly against her, she rolled them, flipping him onto his back. He grabbed her hips, holding her steady as she moved over him with a grace he knew only she could provide.
He watched as she tilted her head back, her hair flowing along her back as ran her hands over his chest, feeling his heart pounding beneath. His hands followed her movements, reaching over her arms to her chest, gently cupping her breasts.
Her magic flowed into him from her fingertips, pushing him over the edge in passion. Pulling her down to him, he wrapped his arms tightly around her as they both tried to breathe. Smiling, she pressed her lips lightly to his throat before letting out a sigh of content as she laid her head down on his chest.
"I've wanted to do that all day."
"Me too," she whispered as she closed her eyes, "but the council thought that making love to my husband was not a good use of my time."
Laughing he circled his fingers over her back. "They don't want you to continue the line of Confessors?"
Lifting herself up, Kahlan smiled. "We already are."
He jumped up, knocking her from him and onto her back for a moment. Instantly, he grabbed her shoulders, lifting her up and back to him. "You're- We're going to have a child?" His voice was louder than he intended with his excitement.
"We are." she smiled widely as she nodded.
Pulling her to him, he pressed his lips against hers quickly before he pulled back. "When did you- Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. Confessor's always know."
The smile on his face spread even wider, causing her's to spread as well. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Richard pulled her to him as he moved to the head of the bed. Pressing her back to his chest, he leaned back, holding her tightly in his arms as he began to picture what their child would look like. Holding onto his arms, she turned her head to his neck and took in his scent.
"You're thinking about her aren't you?"
"I can't help it." he whispered, tightening his hold on her. "We're going to have a child."
Turning around to him, she met his happy eyes. "I've wondered what she would look like all day."
"She'll look like Zedd."
Her laugh echoed through the room, "I'd rather she look like you." She whispered before pressing her lips against his, moving to straddle him so that it was easier to kiss him the way that she wanted.
"Congratulations, my boy!" Zedd shouted as he pulled him into his arms for a hug.
Richard beamed as he looked up to his grandfather, wrapping an arm around his wife and pulling her in close.
"Mother Confessor, we have one to see you."
The smile fell from his face at the look he saw on Kahlan's as she turned around to the voice. "Can't it wait?"
"I'm afraid it can't. We must take precautions."
"Precautions?" Richard whispered, confused, in her ear.
Looking over to him, she sighed. "They're going to ask her to look into our future to see if- to see if I will have a son."
"And if she says it is." She looked away instantly and he knew. "No!" he shouted turning his entire body towards the small council woman who ran her fingers casually through her blonde hair. "You can't possibly think we'd be willing to go along with this!"
"I wouldn't know. A Confessor has never married before. We can't expect you do do as you are told as it has been done for all of time." she paused, looking to Kahlan, waiting for her to agree with her. "Mother Confessor, you know that a male Confessor is not allowed to live. If we find that it is a male now, it will be easier to fix the problem."
Enraged, Richard stepped towards the woman, almost meeting her toes with his, but Kahlan grabbed his arm. "It's not a problem!"
"Richard," she whispered pulling him towards her. "Don't do this here."
Turning towards her, he took in a deep breath. "You can't agree with this."
"I'll meet you in there, Abigail." Dismissing the woman, she pulled Richard to the other side of the room, away from the other people watching them. "Richard, I have to see her."
Looking at her, he tried to read her, but he couldn't. "You can't agree with her- with them."
"Before I met you, I wouldn't question this. When Dennee gave birth to her son and you- I will not blindly follow them on this, but I will go to the prophet. She may not see anything."
"And if she doesn't?" His voice was almost back to normal, the anger seeming to be leaving his body.
"Then the council will find another."
Taking in a deep breath, he closed his eyes for a moment. "What will happen if it is seen to be a male. If you gave birth to our son?"
She smiled. "We're going to start a war with the council. They will try to overthrow me, we will win and they will have no choice but to allow us to do as we please." The smiled left her lips, "Or they will-" she stopped herself, not wanting to speak them aloud. "I have to meet her."
"Let me come with you. I don't like this."
The smile returned to her lips as she took his hand. "Alirght, but don't scare Abigail anymore. She's the head of the council. I'd rather her be on our side."
"It seemed to me that she already had her mind made up."
She laughed as he pressed her against the door, his lips quickly connecting with her neck as one of her hands flew to his head, entangling into his hair, while the other reached to open the door. Stumbling into the room, Richard kicked the door shut behind them as they moved to the bed, at the center of he room. Her hands moved around his as they pulled at the strings of her dress, her own hands pulling on the strings of his pants.
Quickly, he pushed the dress from her shoulders, moving his lips over the exposed area of her chest. He thrived on the soft moans that escaped her lips as she tilted her head back. Laying her down onto the bed, he stepped back, pushing his pants from his hips. The moment her back hit the bed, she moved quickly, removing her corset as dropping it onto the floor. Looking up at her, he smiled as he quickly climbed into the bed, moving over her.
"I love you." he whispered, pressing his forehead against hers, breathing in deeply as she ran her fingers through his hair.
Laying beneath him, naked, she had never felt safer. "And I love you."
Pulling back, he looked down at her, taking in the wide smile on her lips. Reaching up, he cupped her cheek, gently rubbing it with his thumb as he pressed his lips to hers. Arching into his body, she pulled him against her, needing him in every way. The knock at the door, pulled him from her, making her release a loud moan of disappointment as she tried to pull him back to her, urging him to ignore the interruption.
"Another prophet has arrived. The Council has demanded your presence."
He sat up, but didn't move off of her. Instead, he grabbed the blanket and pulled it over her, covering her breasts. "Why would they ask for another?"
"They wouldn't." She whispered as she closed her eyes, grabbing hold of the blanket and sitting up, forcing him to move off of her. "She must have come on her own." He was confused as she crawled out of bed and grabbed her clothes. "We'll be there in a few minutes." she called to the woman on the other side of the door, waiting for her response.
"Kahlan, I don't understand-"
"There's only been one reason for a prophet to come and seek out a Confessor." She spoke quickly as she dressed herself, every few seconds looking over to him as he sat in place on the bed. "Each time one has come, it has been a warning of the birth of their son."
Still confused, Richard stood up, walked to her and turned her towards him, forcing her to stop dressing. "Why would she come? Kahlan, we were just told, not long ago, that it was a girl. She knew her name."
"I don't know." she said, shaking her head. "She must have been wrong."
"Or maybe this one is wrong."
Nodding, Kahlan took a step back and handed him his shirt. "Maybe, but we have to hear her out. If she says it is a boy then the council will debate on who they will listen to. But," she paused, looking away from him. "we both know what they will say if one word out of her mouth is male. They won't listen to reason Richard. They-"
"Would you do it? If it was someone you confessed and you gave birth to a son. Would you do it?"
"If it wasn't you, yes." she nodded, her voice soft as she looked into his eyes. "If it was anyone else, the child would be a monster but, yours, Richard, our child has a chance. Our child, Richard, would have you."
Staring at her, he grabbed her face, gently holding her in his hands. "Kahlan, we can't let them-"
"We won't." she replied quickly, grabbing his face, pulling him to her for a kiss. "They're not going to kill our child." She assured him before giving him another kiss, this time taking her time as she pulled him to her. "You should get dressed." she smiled stepping back and taking a slow look at his body, her smile growing even wider.
To her disappointment, he dressed quickly and grabbed her hand, pulling her to the door.