After the initial happenings in the chamber, when Denna had captured Cara and brought her to her site, Cara was given proper room and was like a guest and not prisoner. Denna of course knew right away that Cara is too clever, and in fact too proud, to try anything, attack or escape. An elite woman, yeah, she liked that.
Cara knew it herself too. She would stay until she knew what was it with her mind that Denna was so curious about, and what was Denna's ambition. It wasn't too bad either. She took a good bath, relaxed and was served by lesser Mord-Siths.
"You wanna fight? Denna asked the next day, playfully and showing a completely different, happy face. I mean, practice fighting. Like we used to do, the good old times, you remember?"
What is this, Cara thought, more tricks from Denna? What is she trying now? But she had to admit she missed those Mord-Sith trainings.
"Ok, hmm, why not! I'll beat you", Cara said laughing. Now a little smile appeared on her face. After all she didn't hate Denna. Why not remember a little their common past on the way of becoming Mord-Siths.
They started to fight on the grass, remembering the many techniques they had learned, defending and attacking with blows of agiels, kicks and fists.
"You are in good condition, Cara, I see it! "
"Of course I am, why shouldn't I be."
The two women intensified their battle and in the heat of the fight Cara forgot a little the thoughts and what happened the previous day.
"I'm gonna put you to ground, Denna!"
Cara got more excited and landed a couple of strong blows to Denna, but Denna fought back hard and they fell on the ground, half-serious but also enjoying the physical activity.
"Ahh, stay damn down there!" Cara managed to push Denna on the ground and moved her body on her, both starting to feel exhausted from the fight.
"Hah, try harder Cara, I'm not down yet! "
Cara fought now stronger and managed to get Denna under her and kept her with arms. Both women were gasping, with Cara's hair a little on Denna's face.
"Give up, Denna!"
"I won't!" Denna smiled, and for a short moment Cara had a little feeling that Denna was teasing her.
"Give up, damn!" Cara pushed Denna stronger to ground on her wrists, their bodies in contact and her face very close to Denna's.
Like a sudden flash of light it occurred came to Cara that this is very similarly the mirror situation of the face-off she had yesterday in Denna's chamber. Oh, perfect, Cara thought. Yesterday's thoughts entered immeadiatly back to her mind.
"What is it with my mind and me serving Richard, Denna! What is it? What you mean by letting go?" She pressed Denna now stronger and looked close at Denna's eyes and her soft features.
Denna looked at her exhausted and smiling.
"Hah! What you're gonna do? Hit me? Kill me?"
"Damn you. You must tell me! I'm a Mord-Sith too!"
"Or..." Denna murmurs something in a low voice, almost silently, inspecting closely Denna's eyes and lips. "...with those lips of yours..."
"Shit, Denna."
Cara shivered and didn't really understand what Denna was saying. The sudden new light on the situation made Cara forget completely that they were fighting. Now it was again just she and Denna, the eyes, the challenge, the smiles, neither of them yielding to the other and the inescapable contact of their bodies. Cara's hair was still on Denna's face.
"Yeah we are Mord-Siths, Cara." Denna's voice was quiet and spoke directly to Cara's mind. "Kiss m..."
In a split second after Denna gasped the words Cara pressed her lips on Denna's. With eyes and smile that didn't betray any hesitation, she kissed Denna with all the released energy from their play fight. Denna responded submissively, then all the more greedily to her demanding lips.
"Goddammit Denna..."
Their bodies intertwined now tighter on the dry grass, both women taking enjoyment from the situation, unashamed enjoyment from the other. Any motive of lifting up, leaving the game, was out of question. Denna kissed Cara's sweet lips, this Mord-Sith who had chosen a different path than her, and who again had surprised her so well...Cara's passion was so intensive that Denna hadn't calculated on it, things were now out of her hands, out of what she had planned.
Thoughts ran through Cara's mind...The gentle yet deceptive face of Denna, her tough body and mind, her eagerness to fight with her... Cara needed challenge and Denna offered that. Hell, this was it! As weird as it sounded, this was it, challenge. She wanted to be challenged, she yearned to be challenged for...for what? For her possible hesitation. Since her hesitation had led to the death of her father through her becoming Mord-Sith. She hasn't hesitated ever since and didn't hesitate now, in kissing Denna, of kissing her former friend and sister of the Agiel.
They kissed now each other with little smiles on their faces, both women on equal ground, challenging the other not any more by fighting but by other, sweeter means. For this fleeting moment their bodies and minds were the same, and the feeling of passion overwhelmed whatever were the differences in their current states of minds and ambitions. It was a strange reminder of a possible common destiny for both of them…. A common destiny condensed in this very moment, the moment of deep intensive kisses and smiles and eyes of these women, both of them unashamed, both of them unapologetic...yes, the Mord-Siths, the broken ones.