Prompt: stockings

Foot-Loose and Stocking-Free

Cara breathed a sigh of relief, as she slipped off her boots. Instead of immediately shedding her leathers as well, she wriggled her toes on the bank of the lake, reveling in the freedom from her tight boots.

"Cara!" Kahlan exclaimed from the pool. Modestly, she had dragged her wet hair forward so that it obscured her chest from Cara's view. A pity.

Cara looked up enquiringly, reaching around to her back to begin loosening her laces.

"Your feet!" Kahlan swam closer, until she was at the bank of the stream. "They look terrible—don't you have any stockings?"

Cara examined her feet. It was true that they were bloody and bruised, but she, personally, would not have said they looked terrible. Didn't Kahlan like her feet?

"Mord'Sith don't wear stockings," she said repressively.

"Does that mean you won't let me wash your feet?" Kahlan pouted. "Cara, really—"

Cara took a breath, suddenly hot in her leathers. "You may," she allowed graciously, "wash my feet." Her voice was low and breathy—and Cara wondered how best she might make the interesting disclosure to Kahlan that Mord'Sith didn't wear underwear, either.