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TITLE: Something A Little Sweet
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: Legend of the Seeker
SHIP: Cara / OC
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Smut,
SPOILERS: Season Two, Episode 3
UNIVERSE: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS – SEASON 2, Cara decided to indulge herself with a little desert, but what if she found something much sweeter than she had bargained for.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Legend of the Seeker. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the creators, writers and producers of the show. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
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Cara walked through the forest, the warmth of a fire and her companions a long way away now. She should have known better, but then again she couldn’t fault the Mother Confessor either. She was getting soft, to let this thing bother her so. She was Mord-Sith and had been following the Lord Rahl’s orders at the time. It wasn’t like she’d taken any kind of joy or even tortured Kahlan’s sister. She viciously kicked a pinecone away into the darkness and adjusted the straps of her backpack on her shoulders. She could understand the look in Kahlan’s eyes, but was surprised at how much that same look in Richards had hurt or, that for a moment; she would have defied him because she wanted to stay with his rag tag band even if it meant death at the hand of a confessor.
After she’d fled, she hadn’t had any idea where to go, but all the talk of Kahlan’s sister had reminded her of her own familial ties, severed all those years ago when she was taken to be trained as Mord-Sith. They hadn’t been that far from Stowe Craft, the town she’d been born in, and it was as good a destination as any, so she had headed in that direction. She was crossing the ridge of a hill when the wind shifted and she caught the scent of roasting meat and when she cocked her head the distant sound of merriment. She let her eyes follow the sound and in the distance she spotted a tavern. Richard and his group preferred to camp, avoiding most villages for fear of finding or more likely bringing trouble to anyone. She was on her own now and the idea of a bed and a hot meal definitely did not sound bad, so she decided to make a little detour. It wasn’t like she had pressing business elsewhere.
She paused with her hand on the tavern door. Mord-Sith were not exactly welcomed anywhere they went, but they were feared and as such respected. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders and put on her most hardened, haughty Mord-Sith face. All eyes turned curiously to see who had entered and the room went silent as it registered what she was. This far away from any villages or farms, it wasn’t a workman’s tavern. It was filled with warriors and other assorted travellers. A few of those warriors even had hands on half-drawn weapons, but she sauntered into the room, letting her red leather gloved hand lightly stroke the handle of one of the Agiels at her hip. Several sets of eyes flittered to her hand and then back to her face before they found their food or their drink or the wood of their table a far more interesting sight. Some of the wiser patrons left all together.
The braver men held her gaze for longer, but by the time she had reached the bar and was standing in front of who she assumed was the proprietor of the tavern she had stared down the last of them. “We don’t want any trouble.” The tavern keeper greeted her in a scared, none-too-friendly voice. “Neither am I, just a reasonably clean bed and a hot meal.” She coldly responded and with an internal sigh lifted her hand from the counter to reveal the silver sovereign she had placed there to show that she had the coin to pay. “As you wish.” He agreed, his eyes alight, greed overcoming his fear and distaste. His eyes dulled back to wariness when she put her hand back onto the coin before he could reach it.
Cara tossed a few coppers onto the counter with her other hand. “We’ll settle up in the morning, that way there aren’t likely to be any… misunderstandings during the night.” She informed the weasely little man and let her hand rest casually on the rounded pommel of her Agiel. His nod of agreement was hesitant to say the least. “I’ll go get your food.” He told her and she dismissed him by turning her back and surveying the room once more. She had felt their eyes on her back, their conversations hushed as they listened to the exchange. Those conversations suddenly became loud and boisterous and the eyes found other places to be save one set.
A pair of steel grey eyes held her green ones as she looked over at a corner table and then he smiled before he raised his tankard in a slight salute before putting it to his lips. During another time, such impertinence would have had him writhing at the tip of her Agiel, but he was not unattractive with short cropped, dark hair, a strong, square jaw and a lean, but well-muscled body. For the first time she realized she was free to do pretty much whatever she liked and the way the man was looking at her created certain stirrings in her she had not indulged in quite some time. The sound of a tray being placed onto the wooden counter behind her drew attention away from the man. “Is there anything else you want?” the tavern keeper asked to her back. “Maybe something a little sweet.” She whispered to herself before she turned and told him: “No.”
The stew smelled delicious as did the hunk of fresh bread. The bread tasted as good as it smelled as she broke off a piece and popped it into her mouth. She took the tray and turned to find her admirer still looking at her. She strode over to the table and by the time she reached it. The other men that had been at it had melted away and she took the vacated seat opposite him. “You’re a Mord-Sith.” He greeted her. “And, you have eyes and the ability to use them. Well done.” She responded sharply before taking a spoonful of her stew. He chuckled. “You’re kind of pretty to want to have such a deadly and dangerous reputation. It’s dangerous to play at being Mord-Sith. But, I have to admit the costume suites you well. Still, you best be careful lest someone calls your bluff, Girlie.” He informed her with a smug grin.
Cara almost sputtered with anger. “Had he just actually call her a girl and was he such a moon-addled fool that he couldn’t see she was a real Mord-Sith? He couldn’t be any older than she was. The audacity.” She fumed as she gripped the handle of her Agiel, welcoming the familiar pain that crept up her arm. “And, who do you think you are to call me a fraud?” she asked him in a dangerous growl that would have had any sane man cringing in his boots not to mention that she lifted her Agiel from under the table into clear sight. All it seemed to do was amuse the stranger. He didn’t even move his hand when she moved the point of her Agiel to it. “He definitely has more courage than sense.” She thought and she wasn’t sure whether she was being derogatory or admiring. That didn’t however stop her from touching the tip of her Agiel to his finger and channeling a sharp jolt of pain through it.
She watched the smug smile disappear from his face along with all the color as his eyes widened and his body stiffened. She expected him to cry out and pull his hand away, but instead she watched him marshal his breath and grit his teeth. “My… My apologies, Mistress.” He apologized quietly, grinding out the words between clenched teeth and she became aware that the tavern had once again gone silent. She pulled her Agiel away and out of sight in one smooth motion and he let out a gush of air. He gestured to the barkeep. “Get me another and some of your finest wine for my fine friend here.” He called jovially, so that everyone could hear and raised his tankard to drain it. No one else was close enough to see that his hand shook slightly. The Tavern slowly came back to life as the other patrons lost interest in the pair as both his ale and the wine was delivered without further incident.
He poured her a goblet of wine, but she left it untouched while she finished her stew and bread. Once she was done she lifted the goblet, and swirled its ruby contents, but didn’t drink. She narrowed her eyes at him over the rim, tapping her gloved finger against its side. “Who are you and how did you know to address me as Mistress?” she enquired. “Garret Reynolds, Ex First Lieutenant, Second Legion of the Dragon Corp. I served in Peoples Palace. I… I… Knew one of your… Your Sisters… For a time.” He answered, keeping his voice low and she continued to study him shrewdly without reaction. She watched as he casually looked around and then unlaced his leather forearm guard to reveal the mark of a Dragon Corp officer as proof.
It wasn’t unheard of. Mord-Sith were known to take male lovers if they were not directly forbidden to do so by Darken Rahl. They were usually short dalliances, but something about the way he phrased it made her think it might have been more as she noticed his eyes soften with memory. “What was her name? Maybe I know of her.” She questioned further, intrigued. “Kitty… Err, I mean Katarina Furth.” He replied after a moment and she had a vague memory of a young, willowy girl, barely out of training with corn blonde hair, blue eyes and a scar on her right cheek, a training accident and most likely the reason the Lord Rahl had had no interest in her. “She… trained you?” Cara continued and she saw a slight, wry smile curve his lips. “Something like that.” He responded, his lips quirked in an amused, thoughtful way before he drank from his fresh tankard and she took a sip of her wine.
She nodded thoughtfully. She concluded that this Katarina must have shown him both sides of the Agiel, something that was unusual, much like the man himself and she finally let her Agiel slip back into its holster and released it and the pain it engendered. Despite his earlier insolence, she found she liked the young man. “Why did you doubt me?” she asked curiously and it was his turn to study her. “For one thing, you’re alone, but mostly because of your hair.” He answered and she unconsciously reached for a braid that was no longer there. “I have never seen a Mord-Sith with hair, as pretty a golden color as it might be, so short.” He unnecessarily explained further, but she didn’t miss the off handed compliment he had thrown in. She snorted and threw back the rest of her wine in a single gulp. “Come with me.” She instructed and got up.
“My room?” she asked shortly of the tavern keeper and he gave her a startled look before directing her to the second room to the left of the top of the stairs. She didn’t even turn to see if Garret complied, but she smiled as she heard his footsteps follow hers up the stairs. She was glad to see that both the room and the bed were clean as she stepped inside and he entered behind her. She stopped and he walked passed her before turning to face her. “Get your clothes off.” She commanded, yanking off her gloves and tossing them onto a nearby chair. “Can I at least get your name?” he wondered as he started to unbutton his shirt and kicked off his boots. “You can call me Mistress.” She answered and he froze, his fingers stopping on the laces of his britches. “No… Never… No. This is a mistake. I should leave.” He said quickly reaching for his discarded shirt, but not before she saw a flash pain in his eyes.
Cara suddenly felt out of her depth. She had desire for this man, her body was alive with it, but for the first time in her life, for reasons she just simply couldn’t understand she didn’t just want to take what she needed. It made no sense, she hardly knew Garret and it was not like she had ever been shy about satisfying her desires. “My name is Cara, Cara Mace.” She relented as she realized she wanted this more than she’d thought and she shockingly didn’t wish to cause him anymore pain than she had. “This is still a mistake, Cara, Cara Mace.” He repeated, but he didn’t put his shirt back on and she could clearly see the sign of his arousal bulging the front of his trousers.
She lowered the zipper down the front of her skin tight red leather suit, his eyes following her hand and the only sound between them the metallic rasp made by the zipper’s journey. His eyes followed her hand back up as she brushed her fingers lightly along the exposed skin of her midriff and up through the valley of her cleavage. His eyes flicked to her face and then back to her hand as she stroked her fingers back and forth along her cleavage, lightly caressing the side of her breasts. She watched as his tongue peeked out and nervously wet his lower lip and his hand release his shirt to back onto the floor. Satisfied, she reached up and then pulled first one side and then the other off her creamy shoulders and down her arms to expose her breasts to him. She saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed and she stepped forward to close the distance between them, tugging the tight leather free of her arms. “I would like it if you would know me like you did my Sister of the Agiel for tonight.” She told before pressing her fingers lightly to the center of his chest. “That might not be possible, Cara, but… But I’ll try to give you what you want.” He admitted and she could hear the sincerity in the hesitance in his voice. She nodded, once and pushed him back onto the bed.
Her skin felt hot and the air felt wonderfully cool, yet her nipples were already stiff and tight with anticipation. Cara kicked off her boots and undid the buckle to the belt that held the holsters for her Agiels and let them drop slowly and lightly to the floor. She moved between his legs where they hung over the edge of the bed and he lifted his buttock when she reached for and grabbed the waistband of his pants. She tugged them and his loincloth off in two powerful jerks and then his was naked, his thick, long manhood standing at full salute as he looked up at her. She licked her lips because they felt dry even as her nether ones grew wetter with a fresh torrent of slippery cream expelled from her core as it constricted in anticipation.
“Door.” He said nonsensically and she frowned when he repeated the word. When he did it a third time she threw a glance over her shoulder to see that the door was still ajar. Without really paying attention, she bent her knees until she found the top of one of his heavy boots and with a forceful flick, she tossed it behind her. It hit the door with a solid thunk which was followed by another as the latch fell into place. She shimmied the tight leather off her hips and down her thighs and then her legs with practiced ease until she could step out of it, leaving her as naked as he was while he shifted back onto the bed proper. “You are a beautiful woman, Cara.” He told her, his head tilted slightly to the side a soft smile of appreciation playing across his face while his eyes painted heat across her skin as his gaze slid slowly up and down her nude form.
She had been paid the compliment before, but never so honestly and it unnerved her a little as she felt her cheeks heat with a blush and she had the absurd urge to cover her nudity, like some foolish virgin farm girl on her wedding night. “There is no need to woo me, Garret. The deal is, as it were, is already sealed.” She told him, her tone not coming out quite as coldly as she had intended. His smile widened to obvious amusement. “I was just stating the obvious.” He responded with a take it or leave it gesture and then he patted the bed next to him in invitation. Cara looked down at him, her head tilting to one side, her short hair tickling her shoulder in an unfamiliar way, trying to feign indifference. She felt confused. She had called him to her bed, but somehow, she didn’t seem to be the one in control. This scared her and at the same time also thrilled her.
She slid onto the bed, but not where he had indicated, choosing instead to straddle his legs as she reached for his manhood. She caressed the velvet steel of his length, exploring and measuring it, feeling it pulse with masculine vitality as she wrapped her fist around it and spiraled her hand as she skimmed him. He groaned and his hips bucked involuntarily before he gained control of them. “Do you like that?” she asked rhetorically as he slowly undulated to thrust into her hand and she felt him spill slippery lubrication onto her hand. Darken Rahl had trained all his Mord-Sith personally and well making sure to take his pleasure from them and that they knew just how to give it to him as well. Their education was as varied and perverted as their master’s predilections and Cara had always been a good student. But, Garret was not Lord Rahl. Cara had pretty much two sexual modes when it came to men. Only one had been free to take their pleasure from her and the rest, by default were there for her to take hers.
He grunted, half-rising in surprise as she grasped the base of his cock and applied pressure just so to send fire flashing across his nerves instead of pleasure. She used her free hand to push him back down to the bed as she quickly positioned herself over him. His jaw clenched and she was now perfectly certain he had been with a Mord-Sith before. Men generally struggled at best and begged at worst when in the Adrahah, the hold she was applying. His eyes narrowed and his head pressed back into the pillow behind it as she circled her thumb to cause intense bursts of pleasure and pain to alternate. Mord-Sith took pleasure in pain, giving it and at times experiencing it was part of their nature and he seemed to understand this.
Little electric sparks radiated into her as she lowered herself and the pointed helmet of his dickhead brushed through her sopping, swollen folds. She felt him shudder underneath her with the contact as she placed him at her entrance and lowered enough of her weight to wedge him firmly in place. Her core contracted in quick pulses, wringing out a fresh slippery flood. Cara, bit her full lower lip as she slowly circled her hips, teasing herself and letting the anticipation build. She was surprised and impressed to feel his hands on her thighs, caressing and massaging the tops and sides as she was still applying the Adrahah, now randomly shifting between pleasure and pain. She focused on him, feeling the tension in him, but also the control of his measured breathing and the strong pulse of his heart that translated to the throb of his shaft against her grip.
Her eyes locked with his and he held them steadily although she could see sweat on his brow and his lips tremble. She hovered over him and felt his hands slide further up along her thighs than they had before. His large, strong hands curved around to cup her ass cheeks and then he grasped them as he pulled himself up. Cara couldn’t catch the gasp that exploded from her lips as she let go of him to balance herself and she inadvertently impaled herself on him. That gasp became a heavy moan as his lips hungrily captured hers while his manhood filled and stretched her resisting flesh as it lanced a fiery path of friction and delight to her core. Her sex flexed and twisted in defense against the rampant onslaught of his maleness, but it only served to intensify the friction of his inexorable and unstoppable passage.
Her hand dug into his short hair, intent on yanking back his head and regaining control, but one of his hands left her ass and slid up her back and then her neck to worm into her hair and cup her head. His fingers gently massaged her scalp even as he twisted and tilted his head, his lips sliding sensuously on hers before his tongue lashed and probed urgently demanding entry. Her fingers mimicked his instead of following her commands as his hips jerked with two short, powerful thrust to make them one. Her mouth opened with the collision and the sweet jolt of delicious sensation that radiated into her groin and belly from it.
Her tongue fenced with his, flicking and lashing for contact and at the same time to keep him at bay, but he pressed his attack and soon their tongues were wrestling back and forth in the warm, wet arena of their joined mouths. His hand kneaded her ass as he undulated and she started to rock and roll her hips to stir her molten, roiling core with his thick, adamantine shaft. Pleasure spidered out from their connection, dancing along her nerves, strangely reminiscent of the way pain crept into her from her Agiel when she held it. Cara started to ride him hard and fast, the sweet tension in her loins building in leaps and bounds on the friction of his maleness traversing her channel; the buzzing grind of her clit when they collided; the feel of his hands sliding along her skin with his fingers flexing to test and massage her muscles.
His lips left hers as she arched her back to add even more impetus to her down stroke. His teeth less than lightly tested the corded muscles along the side of her neck over her pulse before his tongue and sucking lips found the hollow at the base of her throat. Garret bucked hard and twisted his hips at the same time, unbalancing her and rolling them. She clutched at his broad shoulders and rocked to try and continue the momentum to come end up back on top, but he would have none of it. Once he had her on her back he rested more of his weight on her. She was a fighter, a good one, but all her skill just seemed to go out of the window. She struggled against him out of pure instinct, wriggling, bucking while pushing and scratching at his chest until he captured her wrists.
The adrenaline from fear and panic along with the sexual energy combined to cloud her ability to think. She felt frightened, trapped, vulnerable and without control, in a way she hadn’t felt since she had first been taken by the Mord-Sith. He managed to pin her wrists on either side of her thrashing head. Someone was whimpering and whining and when she opened her eyes to find out whom, her world was unexplainably blurry and it took her a moment to realize the sounds of distress were falling from her lips and that she was crying. “Cara! Cara!” Listen to me. Cara! It‘s okay relax. I’m… I’m not going to hurt you… It’s okay… Calm down… Cara… Please… Let me give you what you want.” He told her, but she continued to struggle, straining against him, her chest constricting, her breathing becoming labored not with exertion, but the steel bands of panic. His words came to her from far away, but it was the urgency and concern of his tone that got through to her and finally stopped her struggles as he continued to repeated himself.
Cara drew in a shuddering breath of cool air and blinked away the tears that clouded her vision as his grip on her wrist relaxed. He gently stroked hair that clung to her sweat-damp skin out of her face and gently cupped her cheek as his lips hovered over hers. “It really is okay.” He reassured her, his breath tickling her lips as he looked into her eyes with soft, gentle concern and she swallowed hard and nodded slowly, not trusting her voice. Her breath caught when he kissed her softly, his lips a gentle caress on hers as he slowly rocked his hips to slide back and forth inside her. She was in strangely unfamiliar territory. She had just wanted sex, the simple uncomplicated release she had found in the past, but she had never been like this with a man before; slow, intimate and not the one in control. In the context of her previous sexual encounters, this was wrong, impossible and intolerable, but it felt so right and she just felt herself surrender to it.
She moaned softly, her lips vibrating against his as his hand caressed the back of her thigh and drew it up until she curled her leg around him and flexed and relaxed it to the rhythm of his slow thrusts. Her nipples tingled and buzzed as his chest shifted across them, his skin sliding along hers in a warm caress. His hand left her wrist and his fingers twined with hers and she gripped his hand as she undulated to encourage him to longer strokes. The sweet tension of her building climax, which had been muted by her panic, was rekindled. His kiss became deeper, but no less intimate as she welcomed his tongue into her mouth to dance with hers. His fingers left a tingling trail as they slithered up along her side and over her ribs to find, cup and fondle her breasts. She moaned with the added stimulation.
Her body started to quiver as the electric energy his slow steady thrusts and the caress of his skin on hers created, snaked out across her nerves to affect her muscles. She started to pant and he relinquished her lips to lick, suck and nuzzle at the side of her neck and shoulder. Her fingers dug into his short hair for a moment and then slid down his back. His hot breath warmed the shell of her ear as he told her how beautiful she was; how good she felt, tasted, smelled and how much he desired her followed by sweet endearments she hadn’t heard before. His words and the heated, husky tone he delivered them in sent heat waves and strange tingles through her.
Her hand found the hard curve of his ass cheek and flexed to pull him into her, making him thrust harder. He grunted and she felt his teeth dig into her skin for a moment before he raised his head. The muscles along his neck were corded and his jaw clenched with strain as he drove into her again and again at her none too gentle urging. His hand left her breast and wormed between her arm and her side and under her shoulder to cup her head, bracing her as the bed started to creak and squeak under their combined efforts. Her quivers became tremors and her moans became soft cries of joy as their pace built along with the intensity of the charges of delight that radiated from the solid collision of his pelvis with hers. The energy was no longer just building inside her; it was escaping to flood her nervous system in arching, crackling bolts.
Her sex clenched and pulsed around his thrusting lance and they were both breathing hard. Perspiration popped up and trickled along her skin to lubricate the sinuous slide on his torso against hers. His thrusts grew shorter but faster and she could see the strain on his face. “Just… Just a little bit more, a little bit longer…. Please.” she pleaded without intending to, surprised by the desperation in her voice. He bared his gritted teeth and then nodded. His head swooped down and he captured her lips for a short, intense kiss before they started a fast, hard pump and grind. Her cries increased in volume and mingled with his grunts as they pushed and pulled at each other, his hips circling to grind her clit and send blasts of sensation into her. The delight welled up inside her, a roiling, expanding and contracting ball of liquid fire whose flames licked out and ignited her nerves, skin and blood.
Everything slowed down and she found herself floating in a moment of wonderful calm. She reached up and caressed his cheek with a gentle stroke of her fingers just before the storm arrived. The tension in her loins contracted and twisted and her sex clenched around him as her spine arched, pressing her tightly up against him as her orgasm erupted. A sharp cry bubbled up out of her lips and her eyes widened, taking her world out of focus as waves of pure bliss rampaged through her. Her blood pounded in her eyes and her heart beat a wild tattoo against her ribs, her skin and lungs blazed and she sucked in gulps of air as her body shuddered under the delightful onslaught of sensation.
His fingers tightened in hers and around her head as her sex rippled around his thick, hot, pulsing shaft before he threw his head back with a roar as his dick expanded against her tight embrace to propel his seed into her. His essence joined with the torrent of liquid heat pouring from her core in spurts as he humped against her, the friction of him shifting through her constricted flesh setting off a new wave of delight. She moaned hoarsely, her teeth pressing into her full lower lip, her eyes fluttering closed and her head pushing back into the cradle of his hand as overloaded nerves registered both pain and pleasure, yet she experienced nothing but bliss. She lost herself in the sensation, floating, only tenuously tethered to the world by her hand in his and the solid connection of his sex in hers.
Cara didn’t know how long they stayed like that, but eventually the tension drained out of her and her back dropped onto the bed. She groaned as he collapsed on top of her, going as limps as she felt. His head rested on her heaving chest, his breath hot and ticklish on her sweaty skin. He pressed his lips to the side of her breast for a moment, and then tensed as he made to rise and roll off of her. She tightened her legs around him as best as well-used muscles and languid satiation would allow and let her arm rest across his back. “No, stay.” She instructed softly, enjoying his warm, solid weight resting on top of her and strangely loath to break the connection between them. He relaxed with a soft sigh and his lips again pressed to her skin.
They both groaned as he shrunk out of her, her sex contracting to try and stop him and the friction started a stir of echoes across her abused nerves that drew a little whine from her. She threw her forearm across her eyes, groaning and shifting to again find comfort when he didn’t roll off her, but shifted so that he was draped over her side, his thigh warm against her crotch and his leg between hers. She could feel him limp and slick against her hip even as she felt the tangible result of their effort trickle onto the inside of her thigh. Her breathing slowed to normal and the sweat dried on her skin. His hand cupped the lower curve of one of her breasts, his thumb stroking slowly back and forth along her skin.
“I’ve never done that before.” She admitted and she felt his head shift to look up at her face. “Somehow I don’t believe that. Isn’t this one of the ways that Mord-Sith serve the Lord Rahl?” he wondered. Cara couldn’t stop the bitter bark of laughter that erupted from her lips or the way cold way he said Lord Rahl. “That particular honor has nothing to do with this.” She informed him. “I… I can’t really explain it. I just need you to believe it’s true. I have never been with a man, the way I just was with you.” She tried to explain as she also tried to process her tempestuous feelings. The Mord-sith part of her was almost disgusted by the weakness she had shown with this man, the weakness she was still showing, but the woman inside her was thrilled and fascinated by it and the woman was winning.
“You’ve been that way with a woman?” he asked, picking up on the specifics of her phrasing. A smile crept onto Cara’s lips as she remembered Dalia, but she didn’t answer and he took that as answer enough as he didn’t press the issue. Cara knew all in Dahara knew of the rumors that Mord-Sith were more than just sisters, they just didn’t know how far that went in some cases. Mord-Sith couldn’t really have any more than that. People knew that too, but didn’t really care. “What happened to your Katarina? She asked curiously not able to remember when last she had seen the other Mord-Sith. There was a long pause and his thumb stilled its restless stroking. “Darken Raul sent her away. He told her she was flawed and would serve him best out of his sight.” He finally answered quietly, an edge of anger and resentment in his tone. “You looked for her?” she asked already knowing the answer. “Yes.” He whispered and she didn’t have the heart to ask for how long or what he had found.
Is that why you left the Dragon Corp?” she asked and his answering laugh was as bitter as hers had been. “No… I served faithfully until the news of Darken Rahl’s death. I would have stayed, but the Corp has gone to the dogs. The generals started jockeying for position and power almost immediately, turning us against each other. It wasn’t what I signed up for, so I resigned my commission. Well, I slit the throat of the Colonel who told me to take my men and attach our own soldiers and left.” He answered with an amendment and long sigh that was followed by a badly stifled yawn. “Do I bore you, Lieutenant?” she enquired with amusement and he chuckled. “Yes, you’re a very boring, beautiful, Mord-Sith.” He countered softly and it was at that moment that the candles that had lit the room guttered out, casting them into darkness.
Cara let her hand drop to rest against his back and he pressed his body closer to hers. Without, spoken agreement they pulled what they could of the covers around them and moments later each drifted off to sleep contemplating the other. She woke with a start to find dawn’s light starting to stream through the room’s small window. She was alone and for a moment she wondered if she had dreamt the previous night’s entire episode, but her nudity and after a quick check, the dried evidence on the inside of her thigh told her she hadn’t. She looked around the room, absurdly hoping to find him standing in the shadows, but the room was empty. She couldn’t believe how well rested she felt even though she couldn’t have slept for that long. He had either been exceptionally stealthy or she truly had been lost to the world for him to not only rise from her embrace, but to get dressed and leave the room without waking her.
She sighed and dropped back onto the bed with a strange sense of betrayal. He could have woken her to say goodbye if he needed to leave. She snorted, wondering exactly how that conversation might have gone and what exactly she expected to happen. “Was she in love? Was that what the strange feelings were? She’d loved… still loved Dalia, but this felt different somehow.” She mused as more light started to brighten the room. She lay for a few minutes more and then rose. She cleaned herself as best she could with cold water she found in a jug and a cloth from her backpack before slipping back into her leathers. She picked up her belt and holstered Agiels and frowned. There was a piece of parchment tucked in amongst her weapons.
She unfolded it and smiled as her heart suddenly lightened. The note read:
“Cara, I did not have the heart to wake you. You looked so peaceful. Please forgive me. I am an escort to a merchant’s caravan to Arrowdale that stopped here to overnight and we leave at dawn. It’s honest enough work and I am honor bound to see it through.
If. Should you.” He started new sentences and had then crossed them out. “I’ll be back here in two weeks and every two weeks after that. Last night was special to me too. I haven’t been with anyone since Kat. She was as unique as you are. I don’t know exactly what all of this means, but I do hope to see you again and possibly find out.
If not, farewell and well met. It is a night I will never forget. Be safe, the roads are dangerous, even for a Mord-Sith.
Again, my apologies for my ungentlemanly departure, but it could not be helped. My word is all I have left, but know that I was still tempted to stay.
Garret”
She had sat down on the edge of the bed as she read his note and her hand trembled as she held it. “Something sweet, indeed.” She thought, her smile widening. She didn’t know what it meant either, but he didn’t really have that much of a head start on her and Stowe Craft wasn’t going anywhere. “Maybe I’ll go after him and find out.” She suggested to the empty room and after carefully refolding the note and safely putting it in her pack she resolutely buckled her weapons on and then tugged on her gloves. She was halfway down the stair before she noted the atmosphere in the tavern below and cursed under her breath. The warriors and the tavern owner, it seemed, had found their spines or the night had stewed their resentment enough that they were prepared to challenge her on the supposed weakness of her being a lone Mord-Sith.
They were no real threat to her, she could take them, but the fight would take time, time she didn’t want to waste, but also, they had seen her with Garret and she assumed he was a regular here and they would know where he was going and might assume she would go to him and follow, still bent on retribution. She didn’t want to lead trouble to him. Cara cursed again and drew her Agiels, letting the pain add to her anger as she realized she would have to head in the opposite direction from the one she wanted to go. “Well, two weeks isn’t that long.” She told herself in resignation and growled in disdain as the tavern keeper told her that her kind wasn’t welcome. She didn’t let him say anything else as she dropped her pack and jammed her Agiel into his midriff causing him crumple to the floor with an agonized wail before she turned to the rest of the men who charged with enraged roars.
THE END
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