Disclaimer: Pft. If I owned anything, "Touched" would have gone a completely different way. And we'd get more sexy RichLan moments.
Fiction Title: Undisclosed Desires
Pairings: Richard / Kahlan
Rating: M
Summary: Post-Perdition. Kahlan's slowly losing her ability to control the passion and attraction surging between her and Richard.
Authors Notes:
!!!Contains Spoilers!!!
No doubt Richards dream nearly shattered all of us when he was stuck in Hell (basically). This idea just came to me out of the blue, like most ideas do. Not sure how long this will be. My mind sort of wandered, lulz. Title thanks to an AMAZING RichLan video by N0ReturnPr0ductions . YouTube her since I can't link you here.
There really is no "set" universe for this. I used scene references from the SoT books, but the majority of the fic is based from LotS, as it is Post S2x10.
Little warning before you read. I'm not afraid to write for sexuality. Be it smut or gutter. Call it what you want, I find romance to be a very creative form of writing.
With all that boring shit said (aside from Jenna, GO CHECK OUT HER VIDEOZ), hope you enjoy! Please review when finished ;-)
Read. +Review+ Enjoy!
He'd gone off.
She was just here to check on him.
That's all.
Here to see where he had gone off to, after such an ordeal a few days prior.
She had no other intentions; standing there. Watching him from behind the protection of a large tree. She was thankful that the growing brush provided enough camouflage. She wouldn't be seen.
'Dear Spirits, I should be ashamed of myself.'
The silent chide was met with no regret, nor hindrance. The brunette did nothing to look away from the sight before her. Her intentions might have previously been to check on him… But that was before she stumbled upon a very muscular, very sweaty, and very sexy Richard Cypher.
The man was a vision of arousal. Body lean and fit, every motion of his sword rippled the muscles along his back and chest, biceps flexing and shimmering from the sweat and gratuitous sunlight.
For how long she had already been there, she wasn't sure.
The Mother Confessor had merely been about to call out to him when she'd first arrived. That was, until, she glanced up to see him removing his dampened shirt. The way he had looked bathed in the amount of light allowed through the trees, the way he seemed so content in his practicing with his blade; she had wanted to watch on unnoticed. Wanted to live in this moment.
It was tough. For her. Being a Confessor.
Getting to look, but never allowed to truly touch. At least, no without consequence. Her heart drummed in her chest when he unlaced his pants, providing more movement at his waist. Kahlan nearly fainted from the heat swelling inside her. The raw desire that made her hunger for his love.
She watched as he stood still, his chiseled chest flexing on its own accord. Blue eyes started at his moist hair, how the locks clung to his face and neck. She wanted to run her hand through his hair. Her gaze fell to his lips… Spirits, how she wanted to taste him.
A shiver went down her spine as she pictured his hot mouth on hers, the both of them giving and taking.
'Push it down, Kahlan. You mustn't let yourself get too carried away…'
Though, that was beginning to be a fleeting scold.
Her eyes focused in on his glistening, deliciously tan and toned skin. How his perfect pecs smoothed into the most toned pair of abs she had ever seen on a man. The way his pelvic muscles were visible just over the waist line of his slacks, and thanks to his previous move of undoing the laces, they had risen down to show the beginning of a trail of happy hair.
Reprimanding her mind was damn near impossible. Her form leant forward against the tree, thighs rubbing together as her mind took off on a flight to heaven.
Chewing on her bottom lip, her blue orbs zoned out completely, mind surrendering to the only possible bliss she would ever be allowed to savor.
Richard lay over her, one hand bracing himself above her while the other traced finger tips over her breasts and down, tickling her stomach before gently smoothing over her thigh. His mouth covered an erect nipple, pulling the bud between his teeth before smoothing his tongue over it. Lips meshed around the area of her breast, and she moaned when he gave a light suckle. Strong, large hands were slowly subduing her. Forcing her to arch helplessly beneath him, making sweet sounds of rapture.
She could feel his finger tips brush over her centre, his knee sliding between her legs to press against her. A sharp gasp spilled from her, her hands smoothing down his muscular chest, caressing his skin. Bending a knee up, she arched herself against him, wanting friction-- anything to calm the pulsing between her thighs. The look in his deep chocolate eyes suggested he knew, and his hand slipped into her black leggings, cupping her moist heat before massaging her--
"Where are you?" The voice caused her to jump suddenly, mind pulling from its reverie. Her back hit the large figure of Zedd, the grin on his face apparent as she sent a scolding look up at him. "If I didn't know any better, and judging by the little sounds you just made, I'd say--"
"Zedd." She hissed, gritting her teeth whilst her cheeks burned. The blush stained the crimson down her chest, and she could have swore her entire form was flushing. Was she really getting that into it?
Briefly, her attention turned back to the man who held her heart, and instantly, she felt the tingling sensation swell in the pit of her stomach. The rush of need, and want. The longing to feel his skin hot over her own. The feel of him moving her to a higher plane, taking them both to heaven and back. The ecstasy was palpable.
Spirits, did she want that man.
"You know as well as I that in acting on these feelings, it would bring more wrong than right."
"So I've been told." She countered bitterly, not wanting to be told what she knew. How many times had she and Richard heard this from him? How many times had he shown up to stop anything from transpiring between them. A mere kiss riled his attention, for fear they would lose control. "We're stronger than you think, Zedd."
She had hoped the old man would back off just a bit. Her Wizard and his grandfather or not, there were times when even he should just remain seen and not heard.
Zedd looked at her sympathetically a moment, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder as their attention turned back to Richard. His form was still, muscles tense as he held the sword out before him. Seemingly in a trance, or meditation.
"Whether he shows it or not, the temptation for Richard is just as great as yours, Kahlan. I don't know how he manages to keep himself back at times, with the way he looks at you." His voice sent shivers through her, the thought of Richard wanting her only adding fuel to the fire burning within.
"If there is a way for the two of you to be together, child, rest assured. The Seeker will surely find it. When he wants something as badly as this, I find it hard to believe that nothing isn't in his reach." Zedd grinned, squeezing her shoulder again before pulling out an apple from his robes and handing it to her. "Cara should be back soon with tonight's dinner. Make sure you're both back by then." His eyes lit up like fireworks.
Kahlan laughed, shaking her head lightly as she took the apple from his hand and watched him stalk off towards the camp. He certainly never changed… Not much, anyway.
Glancing down to the apple in her hands, she slumped her shoulder forward against the tree, not wanting to be seen just yet. Her eyes roamed over its texture, heart pounding in her ears when a sudden rush of heat burned through her veins.
The memory of his eyes as he sunk his teeth into an apple caused her to gasp inwardly, eyes closing in order to vividly picture the recollection.
The Spirit house now held a deep meaning for her. As well as any apple they passed by, or came across.
Kahlan swallowed hard, remembering how hot it had been near the fire. How it seemed to illuminate his manly physique. How the desire and lust and passion pulsed between them when she caressed his skin. When she tasted the juices of the apple on his skin. She could remember how hard to had been to even breathe. How badly she wished he would've taken her, and how she wished she could've taken him.
For so long, she had wanted that day to return to them. Part of her wishing that Richard hadn't stopped her when she admitted her longing for him. When she had told him that she wanted him. Part of her regretted the fact she almost gave in to selfish desires….
But damnit!
Her body ached for his. Every inch of her skin ached to feel his. For his touch. For his love.
Everything from the tips of her hair, to the small crevices in her skin, desperately wanted him and his attentions. Kahlan had never felt this strongly about any other male. She'd never had such sexually frustrating dreams. Never even felt the desire, the hunger that she felt for Richard.
Meeting him had turned her world upside down.
She never expected to fall so hopelessly in love.
Him being Seeker was just a bonus for her Confessor duty. Her life was his only because he was Richard Cypher.
But it was a wonderful feeling. Confessors were never meant to fall for anyone. They weren't given that luxury in life. Even if one had managed to give her heart to another, they could never love her back because of the Confessors cursed gift. But Richard…
He loved her. Truly. It wasn't because of her magic; he wasn't even afraid to look her in the eyes. Let alone, touch her.
Richard had just as much trouble controlling himself around her as she did around him, he had no fear of her Confessor magic. The faith he had in her was so great, so amazingly great, that it threatened to break her. How could a man such as he, someone as wonderfully perfect, place his whole heart on something that could never be?
The pain tore through her at the truth behind it all.
Despite their feelings, they could never consummate their love.
Time and time again, they were reminded of this. If only to spoil the passion that raged between them. They were caging a beast, ones who desperately clawed at the surface for each other. How much longer could she keep this up? That question now weighed heavily on her mind as her subconscious trailed off in a world of pure bliss to her, reliving a frequent dream she'd had of her and Richard for months now.
The same fantasy of the two of them slinking off together in the woods. Just like they had done when he was Confessed. Ever since, Kahlan could think of nothing but the feel of nature around them as they induced one of natures most primal acts. The autumn leaves would forever hold a special place for that… even if he had been Confessed. She could never deny the passion that had built up inside her. The longing.
It didn't help that not seeing him only fueled her desperation.
Only made her need grow for him.
And what was she to do?
A girl had to keep herself preoccupied somehow, what with the late Seeker Leo and Cara stirring up her wanton desire for Richard. And for a while there, she had been going strong, keeping her loneliness at bay.
However, with Richard back, she found the pent up feelings all too unbearable. Her heart could barely contain its joy, eyes having remained on or close to him since his return. She wasn't sure what it had been like in the Valley of Perdition. Wasn't quite sure she even wanted to ask. So she decided to let him come to her.
For now, against the winds soft chastising breeze, Kahlan Amnell wanted to bask in the thought of what it would be like to touch him in the ways she often dreamt.
From the distance, she idly placed her eyes upon the glistening sweat of his abs, outlining each contour of muscle.
Silently, her mind traced over him.
She wondered what it would feel like to touch him…
To taste the salt of his skin, to mark him as her Seeker.
And only hers.
She wanted to know what it would feel like, again, to have his hard muscles beneath her finger tips. To softly tease at the taut skin, foolishly doubting the fact his heart were racing as fast as her own.
Yet when her palm, she could nearly feel it, would settle against his chest, that heart would be matching her own beat. As if they were doing a dance.
Biting her lower lip again, Kahlan turned her back to her Seeker, pressing herself firmly back against the rough texture of the tree in order to clasp her thighs together. In the back of her mind, she could picture Richard moving between her legs. Pumping friction harder and faster, with vigor until his seed erupted within her. So vividly did she imagine him making her come, and that it was her name on his lips when he let himself go inside of her.
"Hnahh." The abrupt moan startled her, it was out of frustration. A hand briefly hesitation before finding the part of her newest attires skirt and gliding towards the apex of her thighs.
The sound of someone clearing their voice quickly put a stop to her hands mindless travel though. Replacing the pleasure of her thoughts with shear fear. Kahlan's blue eyes flew open in a hurry, tentatively reaching for a dagger at her side before her breathing slowed, and she noted the blondes two sided smirk.
"Cara." She half breathed, half sighed. "Wha-- I--" Stammering, the Mother Confessor let out an embarrassed breathy laugh, glancing back towards Richard who was now looking in their direction curiously. At least he hadn't be the one to sneak up on her…
"I find it most confusing why you can not just confess another man to take care of your…" Cara paused, assessing Kahlan briefly before shifting her weight onto the other foot, eyes trailing to the forest. "needs."
Kahlan chuckled half-heartedly at that, her eyes turning from Richard.
The Seeker, puzzled, simply shrugged and continued balancing his sword on the tip of his finger. Failing each try, but not attempting to truly succeed. His mind was the one in training, he was the weapon. The sword was merely a tool.
"Because I can't think of being with anyone other than Richard. I could never do that to him… I'd be betraying his heart…" She trailed, smoothing her dress in a slight nervous fashion. "…and his love. I'd be betraying my own, as well." Finally, her eyes moved up to meet the Mord-Sith.
For an instant, there was the briefest connection. A moment in time to which Cara could sense the pain rolling off the Mother Confessor in waves unlike anything she had ever felt before. Pain was something a Mord-Sith was more than accustomed to. They bathed in its essence, used it to gain strength. Never before had a look been so devastating, Cara nearly choked.
"…Anyway. Its getting late. I brought back dinner." Cara's eyes traveled from Kahlan, out into the distance, where Richard stood. Her eyes feasted upon the Seeker momentarily. Weighing the pros and the cons of her next choice of words. "…I'll take over the camp fire for tonight, and the meal. Try to hurry back before the food gets too cold."
Despite the monotone voice she usually spoke in, laced with husk and impatience; there was a slight understanding. Enough to show the Confessor than Richard had been right about Cara; she was trustworthy. A good ally. And an even better friend than she realized.
With a soft sigh, a simple breeze brought the brunettes eyes up towards the sun. It was ate afternoon by now. Just how long had she been standing out here, watching?
Her form turned towards the clearing, completely unblocked by the tree and she spotted his eyes on her. Those dark, rich chocolaty eyes gazing through her. It made her shiver.
She wondered what was on his mind. Her cheeks warmed with the thought that he had been watching her this whole time, knowing she was there. Reading her.
He was good for that, she noticed.
Refocusing her attention upon him, she swallowed hard. Trying to force her eyes from his chest and arms, trying without succession to remove the image of him on top of her from her mind.
She couldn't.
And it was arousing.
Breathing hoarsely, Kahlan glanced from his smoldering gaze. Turning her eyes to the ground as she felt her cheeks burning.
Richard stood with a mock grin on his features, obviously knowing she was flustered about something. Either from what Cara said, or because of her reason for remaining behind the tree. Her eyes lifted to his, and he sent her a boyish grin, one that suggested his own thoughts mirrored her own.
And little did she know they had…
"Is something wrong?" He called to her, causing her to shake her head with a smile.
He sent her a questioning stare.
"No… Its nothing." She assured, licking her top lip before glancing down at her bosom. A little indulgence wouldn't hurt…. Would it? They both needed something… Some sort of reprieve. And she could control herself before it were too late. Breathing a sigh, Kahlan found a new boldness within her, eyes hazing over lustfully. "I was just wondering… if you wanted to join me for a quick swim?"
This took him by surprise.
Remembering all to well the last time he'd gone swimming with 'Kahlan'. Though, that hadn't been her then. And as far as he knew, the woman before him was his Confessor.
"I'd think you were heading there anyway… To wash off all that sweat and dirt." Her voice held a sultry tone, forcing him to groan inwardly at the stirring in his groin. Just her voice alone was enough to arouse him.
"Yeah, I was." He grinned, wanting to return the teasing. "I could use some company. Preferably yours… Mother Confessor." Sliding his sword back in its sheath, he reached for his shirt, purposely flexing his biceps and making sure his abs pulled tight as he stood straight again.
He was right.
He was having an effect on her.
Beneath the shaded tree, Kahlan's breath hitched lightly, jaw clenching to control the swelling angst. Her smile faded into something devious.
"Then I'll be waiting for you, Seeker." She called to him playfully, padded off with a seductive sway to her hips.
End Notes: Okay so. I toned down the sexiness in this chapter GREATLY. Seriously. I'm saving all that for chapter two, haha. Which is mainly Richard's POV-ish. Though, I love putting in Kahlan so her view too. Get ready for some Richard/Kahlan SEXYTIMES!! Let me know what you think so far! No beta, so work with me! Ciao! ;)