TITLE: Convergence

AUTHOR: LOTSlove®

CHARACTERS: Richard / Kahlan

RATING: R/M

WARNINGS: Author Chooses Not to Use Warnings

TIMELINE: Anything up through S2

DISCLAIMER: I'm completely obsessed with the show Legend of the Seeker and all things Richard and Kahlan. I love to write about them even though they cancelled my show and now I'm fighting to get it back!

SUMMARY: Sequel to my fic Darkest Before Dawn, Kahlan struggles to regain her memories so she can marry Richard, but will it happen before Demos Rahl can stop it?

Chapter 1

Richard felt as if he was still dreaming as he began to rouse from his deep slumber to the feather like caress of soft lips lightly grazing his shoulder blade, tracing his toned musculature and causing a shiver of desire to suddenly ripple through his body. His own lips slowly curled into a sleepy contented smile, a barely audible moan escaping as a warm tongue snuck out to brush against his skin to steal a taste of him, teeth gently following.

He sighed dreamily as a hot wet trail was meticulously mapped out along his shoulder in a deliberate path towards his spine, long raven hair lightly skimming over his skin. The longer he let her go as she desired, the more painfully aroused he was becoming, his rapidly hardening member trapped beneath his body and begging for some much needed relief or attention – he wasn't sure which.

His breathing began to grow a little more ragged as she shifted over him a little, humming softly to herself as her breasts brushed against him as well. He groaned a little louder this time, her name a whispered plea as fingers lightly traced down his spine to his backside, causing his entire body to tense as she slowly caressed his firm buttocks.

He instantly squeezed his legs together as she began kissing him there as well, gently biting him and causing his breath to catch in his throat as she took him by surprise. A strangled moan slipped out, his fingers curling into the blanket beneath him as he struggled to hang on for dear life.

His throat instantly went dry with the slow sweet torture he was happily surrendering to, battling to stay in complete control, but knowing he was fighting a losing battle especially when it came to her. He could never resist her and now, after two long years, he no longer had to.

"Spirits!" he growled deeply, gritting his teeth and screwing his eyes even tighter closed. "Kahlan…"

Her teeth sunk into his flesh once more, her lips caressing him as she sucked hard, leaving her mark on his backside. She smiled to herself as he cursed breathlessly, his toes flexing and his body beginning to tremble as he fought to remain still and let her have her way with him, anxious to see just what she would do next to him.

Kahlan knew that she was driving him wild, but she couldn't help herself. She loved him, loved to watch him to see just what her kisses or touch actually did to him. A bite here…sensual caresses there, a long slow drag of her tongue against his heated flesh. She was memorizing every single reaction, every gasp and moan, trying to learn everything about him all over again and silently cursing herself for her lack of memories from her past.

She was already discovering how she adored driving him to the very brink, to the point where he thought he couldn't take anymore only to suddenly draw him back ever so slightly only to take him to that blissful edge again and again.

Besides that, she found she loved his ass.

She dipped her head down again, allowing her long hair to lightly skirt across him and smirking at the sight of the gooseflesh that it left in its wake. She slowly dragged her tongue along the firm muscle, pausing to nip at him again a little harder this time.

A sharp hissing intake of air though clenched teeth was his response as his hips suddenly jerked, his body shuddering with a need so fierce he thought he'd go mad. It was also her only warning as he abruptly flipped over onto his back, pulling her firmly down on top of him in one fluid motion that took her by surprise.

"You are an evil tease, Kahlan Amnell," he huskily murmured as he arched up and smashed his mouth against hers. He kissed her hard, his hands firmly gripping her arms as he hungrily devoured her.

Breaking for air, Kahlan smiled down at him, a mischeivious glint in her sapphire eyes as she moved her hips to better straddle him, her silken raven hair falling like a dark shroud around her generous breasts. "I didn't think you were ever going to wake up and play with me," she teased, wiggling her hips over his hardened member to further torment him. "I thought I was going to have to take care of myself without you."

A predatory gleam flashed through his chestnut brown eyes growing stormy with lust, his heated gaze raking intensely over her breathtaking form and causing her to shiver. He watched as her hand moved to cup her breast, her eyes fluttering closed in preparation of the pleasure her touch was about to elicit as she further teased him.

Before she could even begin, she swiftly found herself being shoved onto her back, Richard hovering over her like a mountain cat pouncing on his prey. "Oh no you don't," he huskily murmured, grabbing her hips firmly with his large hands and tilting her entrance towards him.

His lips crashed into hers again, his tongue insistently probing her mouth as his hands roamed over her entire body, fondling and probing. He kissed along her throat, pausing to tease each breast before continuing down her toned stomach. She spread her legs wide, already beginning to pant in sweet anticipation where his mouth was heading.

Richard kissed her inner thigh, nipping at the sensitive skin there and causing her to tighten her muscles in anxious excitement of where she wanted his hot mouth and tongue to be. "Richard," she breathlessly pleaded with him, her legs beginning to tremble with an overpowering need she couldn't quite understand but knew only he could satisfy.

He kissed along her other inner thigh, avoiding giving her what she so desperately wanted for a few moments longer in order to prolong her torture. She lifted her hips, squirming and trying to get his mouth to touch her where she wanted him to, but he refused, gripping her thighs firmly in his hands and holding her still as he tormented her in much the same way that she had done to him just moments ago.

The scent of her arousal was driving him absolutely crazy with an overwhelming desire to have her every way imaginable, doing to her all the things that he'd ever fantasized in his dreams. Unable to deny either of them what they both wanted, he finally gave in, tasting her fully and causing her back to suddenly arch with intense pleasure as she cried out.

Kahlan gasped sharply, her hands finding his hair and holding him against her hot center with a desperate need she couldn't begin to articulate. "Don't…stop…please…" she chanted in panting breaths. "Richard…yes…yes!"

She arched her neck, her body pleading with him to take her over that sweet precipice once more. Instead, he suddenly stopped, causing her to growl in disappointment as he began to slowly kiss along her stomach, working his way back up to her mouth again. He kissed her leisurely …deeply, taking his time and allowing her to taste herself on his tongue.

He greedily swallowed her moan as his hand snaked down her body to finally join them as one. He suddenly pushed himself into her entrance, Kahlan's body bowing again with the sudden fierce intrusion, unimaginable pleasure searing through her veins as he immersed himself fully inside of her in one powerful stroke.

Her head flew back as his name was torn from her throat, her chest thrusting up into the air. She didn't care if the whole Aku village heard her as Richard began to slide in and out of her, so hot like a flame and hard as steel. This was her Richard, the man that she loved above all else, the man she was going to marry, but not nearly soon enough.

Kahlan repeatedly raked her fingers through his hair, her toes curling into the blanket beneath her as her body began to hum with the sheer rapture thundering through her. Her blood began to pulse wildly in her ears with every bone-rattling slam of Richard's hips against hers.

She could hardly catch her breath before he was thrusting hard into her all over again, her heart hammering violently in her chest. She began to grow lightheaded with the pleasure spiking through her, her gasps mingling with his grunts as sweat trickled down between her breasts. It felt as if he couldn't possibly reach any deeper inside of her and yet he couldn't thrust deep enough. She wanted him…every single hard inch of him fully inside of her.

Her head kept rolling from side to side with the frenzy he was stirring up deep within her core, her magic rushing through her only to run in hot waves like a powerful current beneath her skin, waiting for that precise moment when sweet release would finally be granted.

Richard buried his face in the crook of her neck, losing himself to the amazing sensations coursing through him like a fierce firestorm. He wrapped his arms more firmly around her, his hands settling on her back slick with sweat, holding her tightly to him for fear of being swept away by the heated passion they were creating as he continued to piston himself in and out of her.

The breathless chanting murmur of his name was only heating his blood even further, his body moving and responding to her of its own accord, giving her absolutely everything he had, every single ounce of love that he held for her poured into each powerful jerking buck of his hips.

Just when Kahlan thought that she couldn't possibly take anymore, Richard kissed along her throat, biting and sucking hard and driving her over the edge. She felt as if she was soaring as she came with a cry of pleasure, her eyes swirling to black before returning to sapphire blue again.

Richard clung to her trembling form, driving into her a few more times before finally losing himself deep within her, his hot seed filling her so very full. His mouth found hers again, rough and yet passionate as he fought to calm down from his violent release.

"I…I can't get…enough of you," he panted heavily, kissing along her cheekbone to her ear. "I love you…so much…Kahlan. I hope…you know that."

"I love you too, Richard," she sighed, relishing the feel of his weight pressing into her and his length still buried so very deep inside of her. She never wanted this to end.

"We should probably go get cleaned up soon," Richard finally reluctantly said, kissing her one last time before rolling off of her and onto his back, his chest still rising and falling rapidly. "I'm sure they'll come looking for us soon and I want to talk to Tolla about marrying us soon."

Kahlan groaned in disappointment as she rolled onto her side so she could face him, propping her head up with her hand. "I don't ever want to leave this place," she murmured, lightly running a finger over his chest as she traced his muscles still damp with sweat.

Richard smirked at her as he looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "I want to marry you and then get you back to Aydindril," he informed her.

"Why Aydindril?" she asked with a frown.

"Because that's where the Mother Confessor rules the Midlands from," he told her. "Besides, we need to get back there so Zedd can consult some of the books at the Wizard's Keep in order to help you get your memories back."

He watched as her frown deepened, her blue eyes filling with sudden sadness as she kept her focus on his chest. Rolling onto his side so he could face her, he reached out to hook a raven curl behind her ear. "What's wrong, Kahlan?" he gently asked. "Don't you want to go back to your home?"

"Not really," she thoughtfully admitted as she picked at a thread in the blanket beneath them. "I don't remember my home and after hearing about some of the things that you've told me, I don't know if I want to be a ruler or the Mother Confessor."

"Why not?"

"I don't want anything that will take me away from you," she confessed, her focus solely on the blanket, afraid of meeting his gaze for fear he'd think less of her.

"Hey," Richard said, his finger beneath her chin gently forcing her to meet his gaze. "Nothing in this world or the Underworld below could ever take you away from me, Kahlan. I won't allow it."

Kahlan smiled softly at him, her eyes brightening with his promise. "Richard, I don't even know how to rule," she insisted, her eyes falling closed in defeat. "How am I supposed to rule a whole territory when I don't even remember who I am or my past?"

"I'll be there to help you every step of the way," he reassured her, tenderly caressing her cheek still flushed with passion. "Besides, we will find a way to regain your memories. I'm not giving up on getting them back for you."

"What if it's permanent?" she asked. "What then? Are you still going to want to marry me when I can't even remember the first time I saw you? The first moment that I knew without a doubt that I loved you above all else or our very first kiss?"

"I'll just have to keep kissing you until you remember," he teased with a lop-sided grin as he nuzzled her nose with his.

She gave him her special smile before her face suddenly grew serious once again. "I feel so safe when I'm with you, Richard…like I'm home."

Her words seemed to reach right inside of him and touch his very soul as he stared at her, mesmerized by how unbelievably beautiful she truly was. Before he realized what he was doing, his lips were suddenly moving roughly against hers once more, his tongue plundering her mouth as he swiftly moved over her and pinned her to the blanket beneath her, taking what was only his to take.

The thought made him hard for her all over again as he began to ravish her with his hands and mouth. With a forceful gasp, Kahlan sucked in a sharp breath just before his mouth descended on hers all over again, a wild frenzy of passion suddenly storming inside of her again.

"Richard…" she managed to get out between heated kisses. "Sh…shouldn't we…Spirits…go get cleaned up?"

"Later," he practically growled out. "Right now, you're mine to do with as I please…and I want you again…now."

The lustful smolder in his dark brown eyes was just a brief glimpse of the heated storm that was about to rock her, a warning that she needed to hang on tight for what was about to come. It caused a violent shiver of desire to surge through her veins, knowing that she was going to be on the receiving end of that intense lust and passion, the possessiveness in his touch.

Spirits, she loved him, her body fully responding to him as his calloused hand began to roughly stroke her thigh. She couldn't help the strangled yelp that tore from her throat as he suddenly drove into her again, his large hands wrapping around her and swiftly pulling her to sit up to straddle his lap.

She clung to his rock hard body once more as he created another slow passionate build within her, praying that it would never end as his mouth latched onto her breast. She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him against her as she rocked her hips against his.

XXX

Cara sat down next to Zedd with a huff, pulling her blond hair behind her ear with a fierce scowl on her lips. She watched as Zedd shoveled in one heaping spoonful after another into his mouth of some sort of greenish colored substance without even taking a breath.

"Cara, my dear," he managed to say in between bites. "You have got to try this porridge that Caref made. It's positively fabulous."

"It looks terrible," the Mord'Sith said with a wrinkled nose that accompanied the scowl that was already set firmly on her face.

"Now, you can't make assumptions without having tried it first," he chided her, glancing at her and noticing her sour mood. "What's wrong with you?"

"Richard and Kahlan," Cara ground out. "They've haven't left that damned Spirit House since Kahlan finally woke up yesterday. They've been in there going at it like animals in heat. It's a wonder that the village got any sleep last night."

Zedd chuckled with her words, setting his now empty bowl aside. "Cara, I think of all the people in this world, Richard and Kahlan deserve this time alone together more than anyone I know."

"I know they do," Cara reluctantly agreed. "I'm happy for them, but we still have to do something about Demos Rahl. He's not going to just sit back and let this go. He's obsessed with them. He's not going to stop until he has his hands on them again."

"Right now, they're safe and Demos has no idea where they are," Zedd pointed out. "After what they've just been through, I believe they deserve a chance to just breathe for a day or so, to reconnect with one another. After that, we'll need to head to Aydindril so we can figure out how to get Kahlan's memories back for her."

"The sooner the better," Cara muttered with a frown. "I don't think I can take the look of absolute helplessness in Lord Rahl's eyes every time he looks at her. He looks like a lost little puppy."

"Richard is really struggling with Kahlan's memory loss," he explained. "He wants the old Kahlan back much like we all do."

Cara sighed in frustration, her eyes growing distant with the fear that she had left unspoken until now. "And what if you can't unlock her memories for her? What if they are no longer there to be recovered?"

Zedd drew a deep thoughtful breath before finally responding, sharing her fears. "I guess we'll just have to find a way of dealing with it then," he admitted. "Our Kahlan is still in there somewhere. Hopefully, we'll be able to help her rebuild some of the things that she's lost."

"Well, we better do it fast because you know that Demos is going to be coming back with everything he's got," Cara reminded him, wishing more than anything that she could just get her hands on him herself and end this.

Neither Richard nor Kahlan had divulged much about what had happened with Demos Rahl, but Cara could tell by the horror that had flashed through Richard's eyes when Zedd had asked him a couple of days ago that it had been worse than anything they could begin to imagine.

"Do you think that Richard will ever tell us what happened with Demos?" she finally asked, her gaze wandering over to the Spirit House standing all alone on the far side of the village.

"I imagine he might in time, but I doubt it'll be any time soon," Zedd thoughtfully replied as he stroked his chin. "Whatever happened affected him deeply and I have a feeling that Kahlan was at the very heart of it."

Cara internally shuddered despite herself, remembering some of the horrors that Darken Rahl had submitted her to – the pain, humiliation, the utter shame. She just hoped that Demos hadn't been as sick or sadistic as his twin brother was, but she had a feeling that wasn't the case. Demos was likely worse if Richard's expression was any indication when they had asked him about it.

She just hoped that in time they'd both be able to truly heal from it all.

XXX

Demos sat in his chair in the throne room, a glass of wine in hand as he brooded over the losses that he'd received, the painful blows that he'd been dealt by the Seeker and Mother Confessor. Not only had they both escaped, but they had killed his favorite Mord'Sith, Mistress Lucinda.

With a sneer on his lips, he clutched his wine goblet even tighter in his hand, gritting his teeth with the rage burning within. He would make them suffer in the most horrifying ways possible for what they had done. Richard would experience horrific pain unlike anything he'd ever known and Kahlan…Kahlan would be his to do with as he pleased.

His sneer morphed into a wicked smirk as he imagined having her, personally breaking her and bending her to his will as he bent her over the edge of his bed and took her. She would be his greatest conquest, trained to rule by his side while Richard was nothing more than his little lap dog, chained to the floor in the corner and forced to watch as he lived his life with Kahlan.

It would slowly and painfully eat him alive, being forced to watch as Demos lived out the fantasy that Richard wanted to have with her, watching as he took Kahlan every night and every morning. He would have to listen to her as she screamed in pleasure, crying his name…not Richard's…and begging him for more.

His smirk broadened into a wicked grin at the thought, his eyes darkening with primal lust. His throat suddenly went dry with the erotic thoughts flowing through his mind. Kahlan would know such mind-numbing pain mingled with pleasure that she'd never want to leave him. She'd know what it was like to be with a real man for once.

His dark eyes began to gleam as Darken Rahl's form suddenly took shape in the large fireplace to his left. "Brother," Demos drawled, taking a long drink from his wine glass. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"

"I have come to see if you've found a way to get our dear brother and his Confessor back yet?"

"Not yet, but I certainly don't need your help," Demos bit out as he stood to his feet.

"Actually, quite the opposite is true," Darken calmly replied. "I'd say that you need me now more than ever."

Demos sneered at his brother as he made his way to the table, pouring himself another glass of wine. "You have done nothing to help me so far," he pointed out with a stony glare. "What makes you think you can help me now or that I'd even want your help?"

"Because I am already sending in reinforcements to aide you in your pursuit of them," Darken revealed with a dark grin.

"And who would that be?" Demos asked, looking up sharply in sudden interest.

"Sisters of the Dark," Darken informed him with a wicked grin. "They are faithful servants to the Keeper, resolved in setting him free from the Underworld. We have recently brought a wayward lamb back into the fold."

"And why would they help me?" he demanded to know.

"Let's just say that we both have an interest in what happens to Richard and Kahlan," Darken explained. "You want Kahlan and the Keeper wants Richard."

Demos considered it for a long moment. While he had wanted to keep Richard with him so he could torture him as he pleased, having him out of his life permanently was just as equally appealing. Of course, he could always go back on his deal with the Keeper.

Looking up at his faithful Mord'Sith standing guard at the doors, Demos called for them. "Mistress Sabina," he said. "There will be some guests arriving here soon. I want them brought to me immediately when they arrive"

"Yes, my Lord," she replied with a bow of her head in humble service.

"And also send Mistress Natalie to me here at once," he added with a lustful grin. "I'm going to want some assistance with relaxing while I wait for our guests' arrival."