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noblealiceworksFic: Tangled Symmetry
Pairing: Richard/Kahlan
Rating: R
Spoilers: Up to episode 13 “Revenant”
Word Count: 1,300
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hjea, her prompt was: “circumnavigating boundaries”. At first, I thought you wanted fluffy, but this wrote itself MUCH faster as soon as I let my pervy side play with it instead.
Richard had spent more time alone hunting and reading old entries in both the journey book and Gryff’s history book, attempting to train himself to recognise deceit so he could easily identify it if they ever came across it again.
Kahlan, however, did not have such a convenient excuse to escape others and as disciplined as she was, spending more of her time with a cryptic wizard was not her favourite method of coping.
She needed a release.
She rolled over to find that Richard had already woken up and had left; probably to find them all some breakfast. She let out an annoyed sigh – he was avoiding her, something he hadn’t even done after they had survived the Mord Sith. Of course, the Mord Sith hadn’t forced her to kiss him the way she had, or to wrap her legs around his waist, enjoying the burst of heat that the touch of his skin against hers created.
She shakes her head.
Now she really needed release, so it was with another weary sigh that Kahlan eventually got up and began searching for Richard’s tracks. Since they were to be camped out at this particular spot for a few days as they monitored a possible supply route for Rahl’s army, Kahlan decided that she could go off on her own as well. She took her pack with her as she began walking in the opposite direction that Richard’s prints led.
And if spending time alone with her thoughts did not help, then she would just have to access her childhood training in restraint and hope that she possessed enough control to block all memories of the feeling of his back muscles moving under her fingers or the sound he had made when he had pressed her tongue to his neck.
It was during her third breathing exercise that she finally gave up. She would never be able to enjoy a release until she indulged herself.
---
Richard knew that Kahlan suspected something and was only saved from her questions because she probably could guess each of his problems. They knew each other so well that he could practically hear her replies.
We can never be together.
Your quest is more important.
I would give up my life for you.
He understood all the risks, but it didn’t help the ache in his heart – or his groin.
Every time he caught sight of her, he had to try to suppress the images that immediately came to mind and the memory of how fast her pulse was pounding under his palm when he had touched the smooth skin above her corset.
He had begun to tromp recklessly through the woods, not caring if he startled game or came across another person. At this point, he would give almost anything to meet someone that could prove to be a decent distraction.
By the direction of the shadows, he must have circled back unconsciously toward their camp and he was about to mentally berate himself for returning without some food for Kahlan when he heard a sound in the distance.
He wouldn’t be the Seeker if he didn’t investigate.
He wouldn’t be Richard if he didn’t enjoy the slight flush that covered her body when she finally noticed him.
After she finally says his name he realises that he's staring but he can’t seem to care. She looks so beautiful resting against the base of a tree with her legs stretched out and he can feel the hum of her body even from where he’s standing as she waits for him.
Perhaps if he had all his senses, he’d wonder why she’s let her guard down like this, instead, all he can process is the complete joy he feels when she doesn’t stop him from joining her.
---
Unlike last time, he doesn’t bother with her clothes and leaves her Confessor’s dress untouched, a reminder that they can never go too far. She finds that she’s sad that he won’t be tasting the soft flesh of her shoulders and arms that are always hidden by the white fabric.
Instead, he settles himself in a crouch in front of her and feels her through the barrier of cloth and leather. Every inch of her that he touches seems to flash incredibly hot and then alarmingly cold once he moves on. This leaves a dim echo of lust imprinted on her skin, just waiting for him to reclaim it. Her vision begins to glow and she has to concentrate on keeping herself from grabbing at him. He runs his strong hands up and down her sides, burning her skin until all her insides have turned into a liquid pool in the pit of her stomach that yearns for more contact, more friction, more Richard.
He obliges her, but slowly, taking his time as he parts her skirts and reveals legs he’s only ever seen before on an infirmary table. Bending down, he places a wet kiss three inches above her left knee before moving to give her an identical kiss on her right leg. When he looks up at her from between her knees, his eye are his own - full of intention - and it’s the only reason she doesn’t stop him or push him away.
She knows that her own eyes are pleading with his fingers to continue their exploratory path and for his hot mouth to never leave her skin.
---
He knows that he should stop or back away, but touching her has turned into a game; how much skin can he cover with his palm; how many feather-light touches will it take to make her gasp; why does licking her there make her pulse quicken?
He’s addicted to her breathy moans and quiet whimpers and her satin skin feels heavenly under his tongue. Soon, she’s clutching at his shoulders and squirming under his grip and he knows what the pitch in her voice means.
He should remove his cheek from the warmth of her thigh and shuffle away, gently replacing her skirts.
He does as he must but with a heavy sense of regret and at once he feels her fingers relax enough to let him slip away. They have escaped fate this time because he possessed enough control so that she could lose herself.
She’s still panting with pleasure with her hand hidden underneath her skirts until she’s whispering his name and a faint glow seems to emanate from her skin. Her eyes have been closed this whole time but they’ve suddenly snapped open in climax and her pitch black eyes meet his for a moment.
It is in this moment that he desperately needs to be connected with her, needs to feel her under his fingers. There isn’t enough time for rational thought to weigh the pros and cons; it’s a genuinely primal instinct that has him reaching out with his thumb and forefinger to cross the last boundary between them and to gently circle her ankle.
Even from where his fingers are just barely connected around her, he can recognise the energy emanating from her and it calls to him like a song. His fingers want to clasp around her ankle tighter but he knows that Kahlan can never know of his reckless behaviour.
He turns away once her eyes shut again and they walk back to the camp in silence, his brain left with even more memories to torture him with.
He wonders how long it will be until their resolve breaks again.
(like what you see? watch this comm!)
Pairing: Richard/Kahlan
Rating: R
Spoilers: Up to episode 13 “Revenant”
Word Count: 1,300
A/N: Written for
hjea, her prompt was: “circumnavigating boundaries”. At first, I thought you wanted fluffy, but this wrote itself MUCH faster as soon as I let my pervy side play with it instead.Richard had spent more time alone hunting and reading old entries in both the journey book and Gryff’s history book, attempting to train himself to recognise deceit so he could easily identify it if they ever came across it again.
Kahlan, however, did not have such a convenient excuse to escape others and as disciplined as she was, spending more of her time with a cryptic wizard was not her favourite method of coping.
She needed a release.
She rolled over to find that Richard had already woken up and had left; probably to find them all some breakfast. She let out an annoyed sigh – he was avoiding her, something he hadn’t even done after they had survived the Mord Sith. Of course, the Mord Sith hadn’t forced her to kiss him the way she had, or to wrap her legs around his waist, enjoying the burst of heat that the touch of his skin against hers created.
She shakes her head.
Now she really needed release, so it was with another weary sigh that Kahlan eventually got up and began searching for Richard’s tracks. Since they were to be camped out at this particular spot for a few days as they monitored a possible supply route for Rahl’s army, Kahlan decided that she could go off on her own as well. She took her pack with her as she began walking in the opposite direction that Richard’s prints led.
And if spending time alone with her thoughts did not help, then she would just have to access her childhood training in restraint and hope that she possessed enough control to block all memories of the feeling of his back muscles moving under her fingers or the sound he had made when he had pressed her tongue to his neck.
It was during her third breathing exercise that she finally gave up. She would never be able to enjoy a release until she indulged herself.
---
Richard knew that Kahlan suspected something and was only saved from her questions because she probably could guess each of his problems. They knew each other so well that he could practically hear her replies.
We can never be together.
Your quest is more important.
I would give up my life for you.
He understood all the risks, but it didn’t help the ache in his heart – or his groin.
Every time he caught sight of her, he had to try to suppress the images that immediately came to mind and the memory of how fast her pulse was pounding under his palm when he had touched the smooth skin above her corset.
He had begun to tromp recklessly through the woods, not caring if he startled game or came across another person. At this point, he would give almost anything to meet someone that could prove to be a decent distraction.
By the direction of the shadows, he must have circled back unconsciously toward their camp and he was about to mentally berate himself for returning without some food for Kahlan when he heard a sound in the distance.
He wouldn’t be the Seeker if he didn’t investigate.
He wouldn’t be Richard if he didn’t enjoy the slight flush that covered her body when she finally noticed him.
After she finally says his name he realises that he's staring but he can’t seem to care. She looks so beautiful resting against the base of a tree with her legs stretched out and he can feel the hum of her body even from where he’s standing as she waits for him.
Perhaps if he had all his senses, he’d wonder why she’s let her guard down like this, instead, all he can process is the complete joy he feels when she doesn’t stop him from joining her.
---
Unlike last time, he doesn’t bother with her clothes and leaves her Confessor’s dress untouched, a reminder that they can never go too far. She finds that she’s sad that he won’t be tasting the soft flesh of her shoulders and arms that are always hidden by the white fabric.
Instead, he settles himself in a crouch in front of her and feels her through the barrier of cloth and leather. Every inch of her that he touches seems to flash incredibly hot and then alarmingly cold once he moves on. This leaves a dim echo of lust imprinted on her skin, just waiting for him to reclaim it. Her vision begins to glow and she has to concentrate on keeping herself from grabbing at him. He runs his strong hands up and down her sides, burning her skin until all her insides have turned into a liquid pool in the pit of her stomach that yearns for more contact, more friction, more Richard.
He obliges her, but slowly, taking his time as he parts her skirts and reveals legs he’s only ever seen before on an infirmary table. Bending down, he places a wet kiss three inches above her left knee before moving to give her an identical kiss on her right leg. When he looks up at her from between her knees, his eye are his own - full of intention - and it’s the only reason she doesn’t stop him or push him away.
She knows that her own eyes are pleading with his fingers to continue their exploratory path and for his hot mouth to never leave her skin.
---
He knows that he should stop or back away, but touching her has turned into a game; how much skin can he cover with his palm; how many feather-light touches will it take to make her gasp; why does licking her there make her pulse quicken?
He’s addicted to her breathy moans and quiet whimpers and her satin skin feels heavenly under his tongue. Soon, she’s clutching at his shoulders and squirming under his grip and he knows what the pitch in her voice means.
He should remove his cheek from the warmth of her thigh and shuffle away, gently replacing her skirts.
He does as he must but with a heavy sense of regret and at once he feels her fingers relax enough to let him slip away. They have escaped fate this time because he possessed enough control so that she could lose herself.
She’s still panting with pleasure with her hand hidden underneath her skirts until she’s whispering his name and a faint glow seems to emanate from her skin. Her eyes have been closed this whole time but they’ve suddenly snapped open in climax and her pitch black eyes meet his for a moment.
It is in this moment that he desperately needs to be connected with her, needs to feel her under his fingers. There isn’t enough time for rational thought to weigh the pros and cons; it’s a genuinely primal instinct that has him reaching out with his thumb and forefinger to cross the last boundary between them and to gently circle her ankle.
Even from where his fingers are just barely connected around her, he can recognise the energy emanating from her and it calls to him like a song. His fingers want to clasp around her ankle tighter but he knows that Kahlan can never know of his reckless behaviour.
He turns away once her eyes shut again and they walk back to the camp in silence, his brain left with even more memories to torture him with.
He wonders how long it will be until their resolve breaks again.
(like what you see? watch this comm!)
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Date: 2009-03-06 10:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-15 09:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-06 12:51 pm (UTC)Hee! No, this is exactly what I wanted. My brain was sing-songing and going "Porn! Porn! Porn! Porn!" when I wrote the prompt, but I guess I just didn't want to seem too obvious. ;)
AND THIS WAS FABULOUS. Just what our new fandom needs.
She’s still panting with pleasure with her hand hidden underneath her skirts until she’s whispering his name and a faint glow seems to emanate from her skin. Her eyes have been closed this whole time but they’ve suddenly snapped open in climax and her pitch black eyes meet his for a moment.
This, this was perfect. Hot and guh and everything, but it also just sent a shiver up my spine when you describe Kahlan's eyes blown black. There's something just a little sinister about a Confessor's powers, that works doubly well in a fic skirting the line of real release like this.
THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU. You always write the best fics for my prompts, and I'm ALWAYS beyond impressed. And all hot and bothered. ;DDD
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Date: 2009-03-15 09:32 pm (UTC)Hee! Glad I got the essence of the prompt right!
There's something just a little sinister about a Confessor's powers, that works doubly well in a fic skirting the line of real release like this.
I love when the show explained more about the Confessor's power (like in this most recent episode). It's such an interesting concept of love turned to it's most sinister end.
I have a follow up fic in its first draft but it's def. more cracky and fluffy.
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Date: 2009-03-06 09:35 pm (UTC)They are totally doing that in-between/during episodes.
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Date: 2009-03-15 09:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-14 07:51 am (UTC)and hot!
the perfect mix!
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Date: 2009-03-15 09:33 pm (UTC):-)
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