Kahlan
She didn't mean to kiss the battle hardened Mord'Sith. She didn't know what had come over her, only that kissing Cara, felt,
Good.
Kahlan didn't know how to explain it, but she didn't really want to. This was not the way things were supposed to be. She loved Richard, and more importantly, men. What would Richard, what would Zedd think? She could not act on these unholy feelings. She had to bury them, never visit them again.
But yet, she wanted so badly to love Cara, to hold her and tell her everything would be okay. Kahlan knew it in her heart, in her soul, that Cara felt the same way. Kahlan saw the way the blonde looked at her, today when her dress was especially form fitting. She saw Cara too, but she didn't think the Mord'Sith knew.
I have to set things right.
"Kahlan! Great, you got wood," says Richard, taking the bundle from her arms. He smiles seductively when his arm brushes up against her breast, and she gives him a small grin back. Richard sets the wood down next to the fire, and then takes Kahlan's hand. He sits her down on a log next to him and gives her a quick kiss. Kahlan takes in his scent, inhaling deeply as she pulls him in for another kiss. Their lips smash together, and Kahlan's heart almost beats out of her chest.
You love Richard. Not Cara. He makes you happier than she would, Kahlan told herself. Somewhere, deep inside, the Confessor's heart yearned for the Mord'Sith. Kahlan pushed away those feelings, turning her attention to the steamy warrior exploring her mouth.
"Don't swallow each other. We still need to find the stone," announces Cara, dropping the few twigs she collected on the ground. Richard quickly pulls away from Kahlan, but the brunette was stuck staring at the blonde Mord'Sith.
On one hand, Richard was her beloved. She didn't want to ever be with anyone else.
Then there was Cara. With her almost feline movements, her beautiful green eyes, Kahlan almost forgot to breathe.
Why was she feeling like this? It wasn't fair. She knew Richard was the obvious choice, but was he the right choice? Kahlan couldn't make up her mind.
"Kahlan, hello? Are you alright?" said Richard, shaking her slightly. Kahlan looked at him, shaking the fog from her head.
"Yes, sorry. What do you need?" Kahlan lied. She wasn't going to tell Richard anything, not until she figured all of this out.
"Zedd wants to know if you'll cook dinner tonight. He's too hungry," Richard said, motioning to a weary looking Zedd. Zedd gave Kahlan a puppy dog look, rubbing his stomach.
Kahlan gave the Wizard a fake smile, getting up off the log. Richard touched her arm lovingly, and she squeezed his hand in return. "Certainly Zedd. I'll get started then."