Title: Opportunities for Eternity [2/10]
Rating:
Warnings:
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker/Sword of Truth
Characters: Cara, Denna, Berdine, Raina, Kahlan, mentions of Richard, Zedd and other characters
Summary:
Cara ran her fingers through her shoulder length hair as she stared at the woman. "Genevieve," she purred. She focused on the woman's chocolate brown eyes and watched as they dilated at the sound of her name on the woman's tongue. "Have I displeased you?"
Genevieve's jaw twitched. "You're black market-"
"If you're going to go all noble and try to shut it down, I'll stop you there."
The woman glared, "You're hurting people!"
"I hurt people with weapons, the black market actually save a lot of people from dying of hunger, and gives medical supplies when on hand. I think I'm actually quite the life saver."
The gun shook in Genevieve's hand as she tried to find words to fight back. Cara watched the gun and waited for the right moment. When the knuckled went from painfully white to a faded pink, Cara grinned.
Quickly, she raised a leg and kicked the gun out the woman's hand before pouncing onto her, straddling her to the seat before she could react. Flustered, Genevieve tried to raise her arms before they were pinned to her side. "There's a reason that I don't like dresses on myself," she said, pushing her lips to the woman's jawline, "but I do like my women in dresses."
Genevieve shivered against her, fighting whatever she felt for the woman. Cara smirked and lifted a hand up to rub a thumb against her cheek. She tucked a strand of vibrant red hair behind the woman's ear and tilted her head.
"You don't like the black market?" She breathed onto the woman's detectible pink lips. "Perhaps I should...change professions. That is, if you can change my mind." The woman, offended, pushed her off, back into her own seat and tried to grab the gun. Cara grabbed it first and emptied the gun of its bullets before the woman could protest.
"You're infuriating!" She said. "And you killed my brother."
Cara shrugged and threw the empty gun beside her, before she tucked the bullets away into her pocket. "He started the duel, and if I remember correctly, you were pleased that I killed the insolent boy." Cara smirked. "Hugging, crying, and a very passionate kiss." The woman went red and looked out the window, crossing her arms defensively. "You know, I could teach you a few tricks, show you how to shoot a gun...amongst other things."
"You took the painting." Cara sighed at those words, obviously this what why the woman had attacked in the first place.
"What painting?"
"Venus of Urbino." Cara sniffed, vaguely she remembered the painting. If it was the one she thought of, it was of a naked woman masturbating on a chaise lounge. "It's worth-"
"I don't care," Cara yawned. "I gave it to Raina, she deals with all the artwork I win." Lazily she leaned back in the seat and stared at Genevieve. "I assume she sold it a few months back."
The woman's face fell suddenly. "I need it," she whispered.
"Why do you need it?"
"When my brother died, everything you didn't take went to my cousin. He's going to marry me off but..." Cara's eyes went wide as the woman's shoulders began to shake. "It's not a hidden fact that I'm spoiled goods, so the man that will take me..." the woman began to cry.
Cara stared at her. "Stop crying," she demanded uncomfortably as the woman sobbed uncontrollably.
The brown eyes looked up as the woman covered her mouth, an aching, "I can't," spilled out before ripped apart by her sobs. The red material of the the dress slid against the chair as her shoulders shook. Desperately, Cara though of anything that might make the woman stop crying. Before she could think, Kahlan's face came to view in her mind. The steady blue eyes, freckles skin, and that kind smile. She always knew what to do when someone was crying.
No words came to Cara, even as she tried to think like Kahlan, or that she could gather from her collective knowledge was to possibly take Genevieve to Kahlan and explain the situation.
In reality, she wanted to avoid Kahlan completely until the whole private issue blew over, but she'd much rather take the blasted confessor's disappointed look that she gave her every odd week, than have a woman sitting in front of her crying.
What she really wanted was the woman to be sitting on her moaning, but that would have to wait. She also wouldn't mind a good verbal fight, but the brief one they had would have to be sufficient for now. "If you stop crying and gather what little strength you have to keep that infernal voice quiet, I'd be able to tell you that I may have a solution to your problem." The woman went quiet. "Good, remain that way and I shall take you to see Kahlan Amnell."
Genevieve gasped, "you know Kahlan Amnell."
Cara sighed and lent against the side of the carriage. "Quite well." The woman blushed, and Cara shook her head. "Not in the way you're thinking. I've known her for a while." Cara's voice, briefly, had an ache sound rip through it before she placed her masked expression on. But as brief as it'd been, Genevieve has caught it.
"Do you love her?" She asked softly.
Cara's sea-green eyes snapped to Genevieve's. Quickly she went to deny it, but her words stuck in her voice as she thought of the woman sitting upon a throne and staring down at her with her caring smile. Instead she replied, "Mord'Sith do not fall in love." The woman didn't ask what the word meant, she gist of it came across clear enough.
Moments passed in silence before the carriage stopped with a halt. The door was torn open and another woman stood in front of the door, a long, luminous braid hanging over her shoulder and an eyebrow quirked at the sight she saw. Cara felt a grown rise in her chest as her eyes looked up from the boots, the dark brown pants, red vest and jacket, the tie on the white shirt, to finally, the woman's face.
"What happened to France?" She asked.
"I tired of the scenery," Denna clipped. Her eyes fell to Genevieve and a slow grin filled her face. "A new pet Cara? I thought Kahlan frowned upon them."
"If you wish to have her, you may. She pointed a gun to me."
"And I thought you were unmatched in your abilities."
Cara narrowed her eyes, "she caught me off-guard and I disarmed her quickly enough." Denna climbed in and thumped the wall to tell the carriage driver to head off. "I assume you're going to the Warehouse?" Cara glowered at her before giving a stiff nod.
"Why are you here?"
"Everyone knows your carriage Cara, it isn't that hard to find." Cara rolled her eyes, that's not the question she asked, but she could tell well enough that Denna enjoyed toying with her as she sat next to Genevieve. "She's cute." Denna said as she traced a finger down the woman's cheekbone. "You always liked your girls with a bit of fire," Denna's face moved to the shaking Genevieve, her lips close enough to take a bite of flesh that peeked out on her neck where the collar stopped. "Perhaps that's why you followed the Mother Confessor."
"You don't know anything!" Cara snapped.
"She's not your family Cara, she'll never love you way you love her." Her teeth darted out, nipping the pale flesh of Genevieve. The woman jumped to the amusement of Denna. Laughing she reclined back and placed her head on her arm. "Did you choose her because of her fire? Her freckled skin? Her wide-eyed innocence."
Cara's jaw twitched threateningly, "I didn't choose her. I killed her brother in a duel. She found me because of a painting."
Denna arched an eyebrow, "I'm sure there's more to it than that." Cara's face pinched before she turned to look out the window. Passerby's did appear to notice her cart, know it was hers, but perhaps it was not because of the cart but by the fine horses she had leading it. They too, had been prize winnings. One's she was quite proud of. She'd one in a sword fight for them.
But with a carriage, she'd technically given them to other people to look after and use, excluding the times she wanted to use them.
Cara turned back and slid her eyes over the still Genevieve. The outlandish flirtation from Denna had somewhat shaken the girl on top of everything else. It was a shame, she usually enjoyed the seducing process, but seeing the girl looking so frail turned her completely off the idea. Her eyes went to Denna, the woman was undoing the long braid and shaking free her hair.
"I know that look," Denna suddenly said, meeting Cara's eyes. The woman slid her crossed legs apart from each other and leaned forward. "The girl's to delicate for your taste," her eyes went to Genevieve's, "look at her shake..." she trailed a finger down the woman's sleeve. "perhaps we could...teach her?" Denna offered.
Cara looked at Genevieve and then back to Denna, "Kahlan wouldn't approve." The conversation should have ended there.
"Teach me what?"
"The art of pleasure," Denna cooed in her patronizing voice. Cara laughed as the blush flew across Genevieve's cheeks, blending the freckles to her skin. "Cara and I are quite adept at making women moan. Cara especially has a silver tongue, in a matter of speaking."
"Leave her alone Denna, she's only experience a male's crude cock." Denna lied back and laughed lightly before turning to Cara. Her eyes said everything and Cara, with a smirk, replied with, "I'll duel you in a sword fight."
"Swords this time?" Denna smiled, "that will be quite interesting."
The carriage came to a stop. Too quickly, Genevieve jumped out, followed by Cara and finally Denna. Denna watched as Genevieve stared up at the warehouse before she turned to Cara. "Is this where Kahlan-"
"This is where I live." Genevieve stared at the tall warehouse, the ground was mostly brown and dead, dotted with a few strips of grass that clung to life. She turned to Cara, giving her best 'are you serious' look. Not only did the warehouse look cold and dirty, she could already smell metal and grease.
"In a warehouse?"
Cara rolled her eyes. "I built a house behind it. But if you wish to go back home I will allow you to borrow the carriage." Warily, Genevieve looked back at the carriage and thought of what home meant. She tore her eyes away and looked back at Cara. Lips parted and the feeling of hopelessness.
Denna smirked and walked to the familiar house. "I hope you don't mind sharing a bed, Cara only ever has one."
"I've slept in the same bed as my sisters when we were younger."
"Not naked I bet," Cara watched her face contort in curiosity then horror. "Perhaps we should teach you," she whispered before looking back at Denna. The woman's hips swayed in the tailored pants. Her eyes followed hungrily as she forgot about Genevieve and predatorily stared at the woman.
"Could I watch you fight?" Cara blinked and turned to face Genevieve, her innocence was incredibly delicious on her face.
"You could join if you wanted, I can teach you how to...duel."
"I don't like weapons." Cara stared at her.
"You had a gun pointed at me."
"I don't know how to use one." Cara sighed.
"You truly are pathetic." The woman's cheeks burned with fury before she sighed with defeat and nodded slowly.