Chapter 1

Cara grabbed the sheets, clenched her teeth, and let out a moan as the head between her legs licked at her clit. Flicking her tongue furiously at it, and slipping two fingers inside of her. Cara's eyes rolled to the back of her head as her hands traveled to her pleasurer's head and pulling her closer. She felt a hand travel up her body and knead one of her breasts. Cara was getting close and her hold on her assaulter's head tightened.

She could sense it. Cara was getting close. The quivering of her thighs, the tightening of her hold on her hair, the way she was holding her breath. She thrusted her fingers faster inside of her, putting more pressure on her clit with her tongue and stroking faster.

Cara threw her head back, rolled her eyes to the back of her head, and curled her toes as her orgasm washed through her. Her mouth open as she concentrated on the pleasure. This woman was good... and when Cara thought that... it meant that that woman was very, very good. Cara took in a deep breath as the orgasm dissipated but lingered. She felt kisses traveling up her body, briefly suckling each nipple before reaching Cara's face.

"How was that?" asked the stranger. Cara could see the big grin on her face, even in the dark. Cara quickly topped the stranger, and whispered in her ear, "I'll show you."

She could feel the stranger shudder in excitement and anticipation. Cara planted butterfly kisses down the stranger's neck, which soon turned to open mouthed ones across her chest. She purposely planted these open mouthed kisses around her nipples, teasing her, before taking one into her mouth. The stranger arched her back, tangling her hands into Cara's hair, feeling the way Cara lavished her nipple with her tongue. When Cara thought that that one got enough attention, she traveled to the other one. But instead of giving slow licks, she flicked her tongue across her nipple. The stranger let out a strained moan, as if trying to hold back.

Cara smirked, she'll be screaming by the end of the night. Cara traveled down the stranger's body, admiring the soft skin and savoring the taste of it. It was quite nice. Cara dipped her tongue into the navel, before continuing her journey down... down... down... to her destination. Cara gave one down stroke to the stranger's center, noticing the slight jerk that she gave.

Cara did this a couple more times, noticing exactly how wet she was. Then she slipped her index finger inside of her entrance, hearing the slight gasp that escaped the stranger. Cara smiled. She slowly removed her finger and then slowly inserted it back in. She repeated this a few more times, before removing her finger completely, and giving a long lick up the stranger's wet, wet center. The stranger's hold on Cara's hair tightened considerably, just as she suspected, her smile turning into a grin.

She tasted nice, musky. Much better than what she was used to. Cara took the stranger's clit between her teeth, giving it a slight tug and hearing the quiet moan that escaped the stranger's lips. Cara slightly bit down and heard a small noise elicit from the woman, her back slightly arching. Cara let go and the stranger relaxed, but not for long. She tensed once again as Cara flicked her tongue over it a few times, gasping. Then Cara inserted her fingers again, starting at an unexpectedly fast pace which made the stranger's thighs quiver more, if possible, and her grasp on Cara's hair almost painful.

The stranger bent her knees and Cara noticed her toes were curled as well. She smirked, and began to flick her tongue over her clit repeatedly, at a fast pace. The stranger's breathing definitely picked up more and she was arching her back once again. Cara could tell she was about to get close, the stranger whispered, "Cara," her head pressing harder into the pillow beneath her head.

Cara stopped abruptly. The stranger landed back on the bed and relaxed, panting. The stranger looked down, wondering why she stopped, when Cara started to play with the stranger's clit with her finger. Flicking it faster than her tongue did and the stranger was back to arching her back and curling her toes. Cara continued for a few more moments, feeling the stranger about to reach the peak and then stopped again.

The stranger growled, getting irritated. About to say something when Cara flicked her tongue over her clit vertically and flicked her clit with her finger horizontally. And then using her left hand to thrust inside of the stranger at a fast pace. Cara didn't stop this time, she kept going and she could hear the stranger moaning loudly, getting more high pitched until no sound came out and her back was completely off the bed, her grasp on Cara's hair becoming very painful. Cara didn't get any slower, in fact, she sped up.

The stranger felt the ginormous wave of pleasure hit her like a hurricane, hard and fast. Shutting her eyes, curling her toes, arching her back, and grasping Cara's hair, taking in a gasp.

Once the stranger was down from her high, Cara kissed her way back up.

"That good, huh?" the stranger asked, tiredly. Still panting. Cara smirked, "I was better," she responded, smugly. Cara waited for the stranger to sleep before slipping into a light slumber herself.

She awoke a few hours later, early in the morning. The stranger still sleeping as she got up to get dressed. She looked at the time, it was 6:00 AM. Once Cara was fully dressed and ready to go, she looked down on the stranger. She was beautiful. Very beautiful. Her long, dark, wavy hair framing her face and her delicate features seeming so peaceful as she breathed. Cara's eyes strayed down to her leg, which was out of the sheets. Cara found herself wanting her again.

This never happened before. Usually, when Cara was done with a one night stand... she was done. She didn't want them anymore. But something about this woman was insatiable. Cara growled to herself and turned to walk out of the hotel room.

"Leaving so soon?" came the stranger's voice. Cara turned around, cursing herself for staying a second longer. She looked at the stranger, seeing her messy hair and stunning blue eyes... her luscious lips.

"I have work," Cara lied, snapping herself out of it. The stranger gave her a knowing smile, "Well, then. Good bye and I hope to see you again," she answered. Cara knew that the stranger saw right through her lie, but was grateful she didn't call her out on it.

"Likewise," Cara said, truthfully. She did want to see this woman again... and again... and again... and again.

Cara entered her very empty apartment during the night. She had a really busy day of interviewing potential roommates. So far... there was no promise whatsoever. It's amazing how many incompetent people there are in the world.

Cara ran her hand through her hair, tired. She looked at the time... it was only 9:30. She yawned, taking off her jacket as she walked to her room. What were her plans tomorrow? Oh, yeah... nothing. Other than more interviewing. The most frustrating part of it was that she couldn't really keep her full attention. Her mind somehow wandered to last night's events. The more she tried not to think about it, the harder it pushed itself into her thoughts.

The way she tasted... the way she moaned... the way she arched her back off the bed as she-

"Ugh," Cara growled, stopping herself before she let her mind wander any further. What made this woman so damn special? Cara didn't know. She wished she did though.. maybe it would stop all the damn images that were flashing through her mind.

Cara decided that her solution to this problem was to sleep early. So, even though it was only 10:00 when she got done getting ready for bed, as soon as her head hit the pillow and closed her eyes she was fast asleep.

"Cara, what's wrong?" asked Constance. Cara snapped out of her trance and looked at her friend. "It's nothing," she replied. It's been a few weeks since her encounter with the woman... and she still couldn't forget about it. It wove its way into her dreams... reliving the night's events more and more intensely. Cara woke up in the middle of the night, sweating and extremely wet.

It was really agitating the blonde and the worst part of it was... she wasn't able to find her. Cara realized that she never caught the woman's name... first or last. She couldn't understand how she accomplished this and now she didn't know how she would be able to find her again.

There was a knock on the apartment door and Cara stood up to answer it. "Denna," Cara greeted. A blonde woman with green eyes stepped inside, a grin on her face.

"I found the perfect roommate for you," Denna said. Cara rolled her eyes. She gave up on finding a roommate. There was no one she could find that she found acceptable. They either looked weird, had odd habits, were very messy, or very annoying. So Denna put it upon herself to find her friend a roommate.

"Cara, you need a roommate. You won't be able to pay the rent on this apartment without one," Denna pointed out.

"I know. But they're all... unacceptable," she replied, trying to find the right word. Denna rolled her eyes, "You can't be picky about this."

"Who's the new roommate?" Constance asked from the couch. Cara didn't really much care. As long as the person was normal, not annoying, and minded their own business... she was fine.

"Her name is Kahlan Amnell. She's 26 and she just moved here from Washington. She's very pretty and she works in the same place as you," Denna told Cara. Cara looked at her, slightly confused. "The same place? The SFPD?" Cara asked to clarify. (San Francisco Police Department)

"Yeah. She's some kind of forensic person or something," Denna answered. Cara nodded... she didn't think it was a good idea to have a coworker as a roommate.

"Why'd you choose her?" Constance asked, in a way 'what-makes-her-so-special' voice. Denna grinned, "You'll see. You," she said, pointing at Cara, "are going to meet her tomorrow. She's moving in then," Denna said. Cara only nodded and hoped to the Spirits that Denna chose a decent person.

Kahlan was in the process of moving out of her hotel room the next morning. She finally found a decent place to live. It was nice, although, she didn't get to meet her roommate yet, she figured she couldn't be that bad. It was probably better than living in this cheap hotel.

Kahlan looked back at the bed. The memories of that night flooding into her mind. Kahlan bit her lip, reliving the ghostly touches of that woman, feeling her mouth on her... her tongue... She got wet just by thinking about it.

She couldn't seem to forget about it. She dreamt about it at night, thought about it during the day. She couldn't escape it. And she wouldn't see her again, she didn't know her name. Just her face... her blonde hair and glistening green eyes.

She snapped herself out of her trance and hurried out of the apartment. She was living out of one suitcase for now. She still had to call her friends in Florida to ship the rest once she moved into her new apartment. She was excited to say the least.

Kahlan drove to the apartment, she was going to meet Denna there. She was supposed to be introduced to her roommate today. She was sure they weren't going to have any problems. As long as they respected each other's rules. Kahlan didn't mind a lot of things... she was pretty easy to get along with.

Cara was making herself a cup of coffee, running her hand through her hair. Her long plaid PJ pants and a regular t-shirt from college was all she wore. It was 'be-comfortable' day for Cara. Nothing to do, nowhere to go... except she had to meet her roommate. She didn't know when she'd get here. Denna said around 12-1ish. When Cara looked at the time... it was 12:15.

She rolled her eyes... it was time to get ready. Until she decided a split second later that she didn't need to do anything. She looked fine. Her bed hair wasn't bad at all... in fact, today was one of the lucky days. So Cara walked over to her living room couch and turned on the TV.

Denna waited in front of the apartment building. Kahlan would be there any second and she hoped Cara would at least be decent to her. She knew how Cara was and people usually either very intimidated by her, so they usually didn't talk much around her or avoided being around her at all.

Denna looked at the time, it was 12:35. When she looked up, she saw a silver Toyota pull up. She smiled, recognizing Kahlan's car and Kahlan as she stepped out. "Hey," Denna greeted, walking over to her.

"Hi. I just have one suitcase for now, the rest will be here by next week," Kahlan explained as she pulled her suitcase out of the back.

"Oh that's fine. Cara doesn't have a lot of stuff either," Denna said, smiling. She was obviously excited, but Kahlan didn't really know why.

"So, what's Cara like?" Kahlan asked on the way up to their room. Denna chuckled uneasily, "She's... well... she's neat and mind's her own business. You know," Denna answered. Kahlan was suspicious of Denna's answer, but brushed it off. Figuring that she'd know for herself.

A knock came on Cara's door. Cara stood up to answer it. However... she expected anything except seeing the very woman her mind's been on for so long. Cara's jaw dropped as she saw the dark haired beauty before her.

Kahlan was shocked when she saw Cara on the other side of the door. Denna looked at them both through the silence.

"Do you guys... know each other?" she asked. Both women snapped out of their shocked state and Kahlan moved her suitcase inside. Kahlan cleared her throat and answered, "Long story."

Cara was still stunned, staring at the woman that was supposed to be her roommate. "Oh, okay," Denna said. She felt the intense awkwardness in the room and thought best to leave. As soon as the door closed, Kahlan said, "You... you're my roommate?"

Cara finally managed to speak, "Obviously."

"But... this is weird," Kahlan said. Cara rolled her eyes, "I'm glad you made that observation," she replied. Cara went to the refrigerator to get out a beer. Coffee didn't seem so good anymore.

"Your room is over here," Cara said, leading her to her room. Kahlan looked at the back of the blonde's head... which then descended down... down... down... to her ass. Kahlan snapped out of it when Cara turned around.

"I guess we got our wish," Kahlan said. Cara gave a small smile... yes they did. Kahlan entered her room and Cara couldn't help but notice Kahlan's attire. She was wearing a baby blue dress that stopped mid thigh, and Cara couldn't help but wish it rose a little higher.

Kahlan could feel the tension and awkwardness building so she turned to Cara. "Look, we have to figure something out," she said. Cara rose her eyebrows, interested in what she had to say.

"We both work at the same place, so we have to keep things professional. What happened that night cannot happen again, okay?" Kahlan said, but then noticed the way Cara was looking at her. It was reminding her of that night's events and she could feel herself getting bothered.

Cara looked at Kahlan's voluptuous lips as they moved, vaguely taking in what she was saying. Then they traveled down to her supple breasts that she remembered being so... soft. Her traveled lower-

"You can't look at me like that," Kahlan said. Cara looked at her. "Like what?"

"Like... you're undressing me with your eyes. It's... disturbing and it's not helping," Kahlan answered, crossing her arms. Cara smiled. She knew this was going to be a very, very, very, very long day.

Cara wanted nothing more than to take Kahlan's clothes off and taste her again. "I can't help myself," Cara answered. Kahlan rolled her eyes and walked towards the kitchen. Cara knew Kahlan was right... they couldn't get involved again. But it was so hard when Cara could just take her right there.

Cara saw Kahlan at the kitchen, familiarizing herself with the cabinets. And then Cara started imagine fucking her on her on the counter. Ready and willing.

Cara groaned to herself... this was going to be such a long day... week... month... however long they were going to live together.