Prompt by -7RyPtoPh4n-: meteor shower
Obligatory prompt by Sixphanel (lol): proper kiss

Warning: Take in the purely unbetaed goodness before you~

"Kiss me," Kahlan asked, skimming her fingers over warm leather-clad shoulders as she hoped to be looking somewhere in the general direction of Cara's eyes. Cara had pulled her close after catching her walk to and fro in unease. It caught Kahlan off guard and even struck her as somewhat out of character when she felt arms wrap around her waist securely, but after a while she concluded that the steady, wordless embrace was just like Cara.

Cara didn't respond to her demand verbally, deciding to brush their lips together without warning instead. Kahlan felt it coming, the warm breath against her face alerting her to the incoming presence. Lips met gentle at first, then became more demanding. She had to smile at the sheer considerateness that was in all Cara's actions; the way she HAI THAR. The grin leaked into the kiss, but soon disappeared because a certain pair of full lips were so deliciously distracting.

They hadn't kissed since she lost her eyesight, mainly because of practical reasons, but as tongues slid against each other, Kahlan knew they should have done so earlier. There was something perpetually comforting about the action; the silk hair in her hand, warm leather beneath the other, a steady weight resting against her body and strong arms keeping her in a protective embrace.

If anything, the kiss was so much more intense since her focus was on her other senses. She had never noticed the seams of Cara's leather outfit beneath her fingertips, never appreciated the pliancy of the material, never enjoyed the softness of blond hair this thoroughly, never noticed the way her companion's breathing picked up slightly and how it warmed her cheek like this, never felt the hands on her lower back splaying and pressing her closer, but most of all, she never noted how Cara spoke through her actions. Though she had told her quite literally that she was out of her mind when Kahlan asked her to tell her she loved her (she hadn't expected anything else), there was a silent vow in the tender kiss.

Or maybe the loss of sight was finally getting to her.

It was Cara's turn to smile into the kiss as a contented purr vibrated in Kahlan's chest.

They were both slightly out of breath when they parted, and Kahlan didn't dare open her eyes and ruin the moment. Instead, she rested her forehead against Cara's, again pleasantly surprised when the Mord'Sith allowed such a display of tenderness.

"My leathers," Cara began.

"Hm?" Kahlan tilted her head ever so slightly, listening, enjoying the sound of her voice.

Cara took the hand on her shoulder in hers and led them to some laces at the back of her neck. "They come undone here."

Kahlan ran her fingers over the leather strings, contemplating. She wasn't quite sure what to do with the information, but it came across as somewhat intimate knowledge, especially considering what the woman was implying. For all the promises it held, Kahlan would rather see what she was undressing for several reasons – the first one being a purely selfish one.

"I'll remember that," she responded in a gentle whisper, smiling.

Kahlan didn't know she had opened her eyes until she was met with colour – the colour of Cara's sun kissed skin. She was surprised by the discovery, but fore some reason didn't share the new information yet. Instead, she led one of the blonde's hands over to the first buckle of her outfit. "Mine comes undone here."

Kahlan could almost feel the smile radiate against her skin. "I know," Cara said, a hint of smugness in her voice.

A grin tugged at Kahlan's lips as she backed away, keeping her eyes especially vague as they focused on Cara's hairline. "Have you been undressing me with your eyes with no one to catch you looking?" she asked, scandalized tone at the ready.

Cara's smile and the way she raised a brow as her eyes raked over her body momentarily made Kahlan's heart flutter. "I've been doing more than that."

It was almost painful how true that was.

Kahlan let out an incredulous laugh, playfully shoving the woman away. "No more inappropriate touching tonight."

"I'll be sure to remind you," Cara shot back.

Kahlan chuckled, unable to deny the accusation.

Cara ripped away her eyes long enough to glance around their surroundings. "The stars are falling," she pointed out, looking up at the sky. Apparently, she bought the Confessor's act of blindness, because then her eyes were back on the brunette's face. It took all Kahlan had not to return the look, which almost seemed wistful from the corner of her eyes.

She managed to resist the urge, holding out her hand for Cara to take – a desperate little habit she was all too aware of having developed in her short time of being blind. When the blonde took her hand without any hesitation she almost felt bad for abusing her trust just to cheat her some touches and words. "What does it look like?" she asked, closing in the distance until she could feel the woman's body heat prickle her skin.

Cara was looking directly at her when she spoke. "Beautiful."

Kahlan blinked, hesitated, but eventually couldn't resist and met the blonde's eyes. She knew she blew her cover when a childish grin tugged at her lips, but she couldn't help it. Cara was looking at her in such a way that made her heart flutter. She bit her lip to keep the grin at bay, eyes straying to the ground before rising to take in the falling stars. When she made eye contact once again and was met with suspicion, she leaned in to steal a brief kiss. It promptly wiped away the expression, rewarding her with a raised eyebrow instead.

"It looks like the Seeker fulfilled his job," Cara noted dryly.

Kahlan simply smiled and nodded.

Two weeks later, a dejected Richard and Zedd returned to camp without the sword, admitting they could do nothing to reverse the curse. They were both confused and exuberant when they saw how Kahlan caught the apple that Cara proceeded to throw at her. It led to a little celebration. A little celebration Cara liked to call "getting the hell out of that crummy, tick-invested clearing."

Kahlan frowned thoughtfully, wondering what had broken the curse. All she could remember was the sentence inscribed in the sword's blade, but when she asked, Richard said there had been no inscription.

To see the truth, one must first close her eyes.

I know what you're thinking. There were definitely sexitiems during those two weeks LOL.

Wrote this on paper on vacation and thought it sucked, but then I reread it and it wasn't so bad – until the last sentence. Oh man.