Prompt by Sixphanel: Mother tongue
It's been six logs of wood and it was sending Cara on edge.
She didn't know where it came from, didn't know how it was relevant to their current quest, but most of all, she didn't know why Kahlan was using it repeatedly. What she did know was that the way Kahlan wet her fingers beforehand was driving her insane. The way the Confessor looked down at her lap, brow furrowed in concentration, as she absentmindedly ran a finger along her glistering tongue sent the hairs in her neck rising and left her shifting uncomfortably.
Lashes fluttered, lips parted to allow a sigh…
Cara spared a glance at the sleeping forms of Richard and Zedd and wondered why she allowed Kahlan to stay awake in the first place. The two of them staying awake was a highly inefficient way of getting enough sleep with their turns to keep watch, but she didn't trust Kahlan to keep an eye on their surroundings in the state she was in.
She grabbed another log of wood and threw it on the fire, using her foot to push a half burnt log back into the blazing pile as it shifted.
That was seven.
There was movement across the fire and her eyes flickered back up to the Confessor involuntarily. She was just in time to see lips parting further to make way for a tongue, and Cara found herself entranced by the way wet skin was illuminated by the yellow of fire. Even after the hand lowered down to her lap again Cara was aware of her eyes lingering.
Long, lush hair was draped over her shoulders, gently stirring in the wind.
The wind carried the scent of smoke, leather and what was distinctly Kahlan.
Kahlan was still looking down, so unaware it almost registered as vulnerability.
Cara's eyes narrowed. Her insides were twisting and coiling because of a simple action and she could not sit by any longer. She stood up in one swift motion, but Kahlan continued unhindered. She didn't even look up when the Mord'Sith was standing right in front of her.
With a barely audible growl, Cara ripped the book from Kahlan's lap and snapped it shut.
Kahlan's wide, startled eyes shot up.
"Go to sleep," Cara growled. "You're no use to us half awake." She waited a moment, expecting the brunette to protest. Apparently, her expression was firm enough, because the woman only glanced around camp, almost as if realizing for the first time how dark it had gotten, and nodded.
Cara took the book to her side of the camp and threw it onto the ground next to her bedroll, not trusting the Confessor to keep from reading.
As Kahlan settled for sleep, Cara imagined she was finally able to concentrate on more important manners, like possible bandits lurking in the bushes. But it took only a few moments, once the brunette was finally lying still, for Cara's eyes to find the slow raise and fall of Kahlan's chest.
Cara rolled her eyes and cursed the day Kahlan had adopted the habit of wetting her fingers to make turning the page easier.
I dare you to give me a prompt. I know you want to read where this is going and see how much you can influence the rating, haha.
Not that I'm having fun or anything.
