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"Cara, stop it..," Kahlan choked out in shaky breaths: "We can't do this!"
"You don't really mean that, do you?" the blonde husked, licking her luscious lips while slowly crawling upwards in between the Mother Confessor's creamy thighs.
The brunette whimpered softly as Cara created some friction between her legs, rocking their bodies together at an agonizingly slow pace while she whispered all sorts of dirty and naughty things in Kahlan's ear.
"Cara!" the Mother Confessor groaned, attempting to capture the said woman's lips with her own: "Stop teasing me!"
The smirked smugly, easily dodging Kahlan's tries at getting more skin-contact , placing butterfly kisses all over the woman's face but where the brunette wanted it.
"Cara!" Kahlan whined more sternly, arching into the warm body above her, her mind barely able to form any coherent words.
"Say the word, Confessor," Cara slurred, letting the last word roll of her tongue in a purr, pressing her thigh firmer into the brunette's core, making her let out a strangled moan.
"Cara!" the brunette pleaded one more time, desperately trying to satisfy the growing need for the blonde's hand and tongue all over her body: "Please…"
"That's all I wanted to hear," the blonde Mord'Sith whispered ever so softly, making Kahlan's heart skip a beat or two: "I'm going to ravish you until you forget who you are!"
Kahlan moaned involuntarily, a shudder running through her body, electrifying every nerve there was, making the brunette even more sensitive to Cara's various ministrations.
The blonde was on a roll, never touching the same place twice and remembering the different spots by the sound it had emitted from Kahlan's writhing form beneath her.
Kahlan was on fire, her magic barely in the tight grasp of her declining control. The brunette wondered how Cara could do this to her when the said woman had barely even touched the spot between her legs, though those skillful hands were snaking towards that destination.
"I want you to scream, Kahlan!" Cara husked, her mouth pressed against the brunette's ear as her hands found their way under the white robes: "I want you to cry out my name as you come on my hand!"
At that same instant Cara's fingers made contact with the most sensitive skin a woman could have and indeed, Kahlan did cry out, louder than she ever had…
In a second Kahlan was wide awake, her breaths deep and fast. Her entire body was coated with a thin layer of sweat as a strange throbbing came from between her legs. She was too dazed to actually understand what was going on at first but as soon as she remembered the dream, which she had had more frequently over the past few weeks, she became totally flushed.
She was startled by a knock on the door, only just avoiding tumbling out of her bed.
"Who is it?" the brunette yelled at the door, panting as her heart rate had sped up again.
"It's Cara," the answer sounded from behind the door: "Lord Rahl send me."
Kahlan panicked for a moment, she was sweating like a pig and probably looked like a tomato but if she didn't let the Mord'Sith in, the said blonde would tell Richard and he would come looking for her immediately and the last person Kahlan wanted to see right now, was Richard.
"Just give me a minute," Kahlan finally said, quickly wiping her face with a cloth and looking at herself in the mirror, internally scolding her for wanting to look pretty in front of the Mord'Sith waiting outside her bedroom door: "Alright, come in!"
The door opened slowly and in stepped Cara, her usual emotionless Mord'Sith face up, fending off every effort Kahlan would make at reading her. The said blonde stopped for a moment when she saw the Mother Confessor, in her nightgown which left few to the imagination.
"Are you not feeling well, Mother Confessor?" Cara inquired as she saw the beams of sweat and the blush on Kahlan's cheeks.
"I'm fine, Cara," the brunette assured, unconvincingly.
"You don't seem fine, Mother Confessor…" the blonde retorted absently, invading Kahlan's personal space to a degree that she had difficulty breathing: "You're hot.."
"Excuse me?" Kahlan choked out, stunned by the other's bluntness.
"You might have a fever," Cara continued as if she hadn't heard the question, pressing her own forehead against Kahlan's: "I'll get Zedd," she finally decided.
"Wait! Cara!" the Mother Confessor shouted at the retreating form.
The said woman stopped immediately, one foot already outside the bedroom and turned around, slightly bowing her head in (unwanted) submission: "Mother Confessor?"
"I-I'm not sick, Cara," Kahlan mumbled, her eyes falling to the ground to hide her shame.
Cara remained quiet and stationary near the door, she felt like this would be an awkward conversation so she had closed the door.
"I've been having these dreams, Cara.." the blue eyed beauty said in a mere whisper, one part of her hoping that the blonde wouldn't hear: "I'm haunted by these dreams..."
"Dreams?" the woman in red inquired, coming a tad closer, pursing a brow: "Like nightmares?"
"Ah, no," Kahlan smiled softly because though she couldn't read a Mord'Sith, she could definitely feel the genuine concern in Cara's attitude: "They're more… pleasurable than nightmares, I'm afraid…"
Cara's mouth dropped slightly as she understood the whole situation, feeling as her own temperature rose though she would never admit that it was because of Kahlan's proximity in a horny state, no, it was due to her leathers, yes, that was a reasonable explanation…
"So…," the said blonde cleared her throat: "What happens… in the dreams?" She shifted from one leg to another leg, she had never thought she would speak about this with the Mother Confessor.
"I suppose what happens is quite clear… I don't exactly get killed.." Kahlan smirked, loosening up a bit more, feeling less embarrassed than before.
"Forgive me my boldness, Mother Confessor," Cara bowed her head once more, clenching her teeth together at having to do this stupid thing all the time since she had been ordered to do so: "But who was with you?"
A deep shade of red suddenly colored Kahlan's cheeks, ears and almost every part of her body to a degree that it surprised Cara there wasn't any steam coming out of her ears.
"Uhm, I-I don't think I should tell you," The brunette stuttered, reaching for her bed for some support.
"What?" the Mord'Sith blurted out, spurting forward: "You can't just leave me hanging here!"
When she saw Kahlan's expression she internally scolded herself for letting her tight control slip in such a crucial moment. She took her usual stance once more and bowed her head as apology, hoping that the Mother Confessor wasn't angry with her, because if she was then so would Lord Rahl…
The blonde kept her eyes down until two hands framed her face and pulled it upwards so that she was looking Kahlan's straight in the eyes. But at the moment that she had anticipated the brunette to give her another boring lecture, the said woman just smiled and leaned towards her, softly brushing their lips together.
Every fiber inside Cara's body was telling her to stop, well every fiber except her heart that is. That part of her was yelling at her to go for it, straight away! The internal battle only took a few second and before she knew it, she had Kahlan pinned against the bed.
"You're very responsive," the said brunette grinned, her fingers playing with a few strands of blonde hair.
"I'm sorry, Mother Confessor," Cara muttered, her mind already shutting down.
"Come on, Cara," Kahlan purred, pulling the Mord'Sith down for another searing kiss: "I hoped we were beyond titles by now.."
The brunette felt Cara smirk against her lips and she couldn't help but do the same when she felt a pair of hot hands travelling under the hem of her dress.
"Mm, I feel like I'm dreaming," the Mother Confessor hummed contently, wrapping her arms around the blonde's neck, her heart bursting with happiness.
"I can assure you that you're not, Kahlan," Cara husked throaty, letting the last word linger on her tongue longer than necessary, feeling the heat rise inside her.
Kahlan groaned softly as Cara's hand travelled further under her night gown and she could barely keep back a moan as the said hands suddenly touched her most private part.
She framed Cara's face tightly, taking a few deep breaths before opening her eyes and locking them with Cara's, who had been peering at her all this time.
"Cara, it has been a while so you must understand that I'm slightly frustrated right now, so stop teasing me!"
The blonde smiled smugly, flashing some teeth before lowering her head, whispering in Kahlan's ear: "As you command, Mistress.."
With that she dug in, making the Mother Confessor moan, groan, squirm, writhe and so many other things until her muscles refused to work anymore.
They repeated the said process day after day until Kahlan wasn't haunted anymore because why dream about it when you can have the real thing? *wink*
I started to write this in class, during Math… bit strange to write a slightly sexual story during my most important class, but oh well, it's my last year and I don't really care anymore so :)
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