LL Bingo Prompt #23 - Kiss with a fist
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musesmistressTitle: Kiss with a fist
Rating: PG
Characters: Cara & Kahlan
Kiss with a fist (PG)
Cara snuck across the camp to the other three sleeping mats, she knew how they slept, they were always the same. Zedd had his spot on the very end, and she could hear him snoring off the stew they'd had for dinner, flat on his back with his eyes wide open, which made him all the more annoying and freaky. Richard was always in the middle, a larger gap between him and his snoring grandfather than there is between him and the woman he loves, Kahlan Amnell, The Mother Confessor. That put Kahlan on the end, a dagger beside her pillow in case someone snuck up in the night. It never mattered that there was someone on watch.
Stepping over Zedd's mat, Cara settled down between the old, noisy wizard and the seeker of truth. He was a lovely man, rugged and hansom, strong and heroic and the complete opposite to the last Lord Rahl. She didn't want much from him, just one small kiss so that she would always know he loved her. She knew it would never be the same type of love he showed Kahlan, but something was better than nothing. She leaned in, and pressed a kiss to his lips, lingering for just a moment.
She didn't expect the fist that came up and caught her chin.
"What are you doing?" Kahlan screamed.
"What?" Cara asked, confused now. She sat back up as Kahlan did and realised with a horrible moment of clarity that Kahlan had been sleeping in the middle.
"You kissed me!"
"You were meant to be sleeping there." She pointed to Richard's spot as he sat up.
"Richard had first watch," Kahlan said. "He doesn't like stepping over me to get to bed, so I always take the middle." She explained. "What are you doing kissing Richard in the middle of the night?"
Cara didn't answer, she didn't know how. She'd had two too many kisses tonight, one with the confessor, the other with her fist.
Rating: PG
Characters: Cara & Kahlan
Kiss with a fist (PG)
Cara snuck across the camp to the other three sleeping mats, she knew how they slept, they were always the same. Zedd had his spot on the very end, and she could hear him snoring off the stew they'd had for dinner, flat on his back with his eyes wide open, which made him all the more annoying and freaky. Richard was always in the middle, a larger gap between him and his snoring grandfather than there is between him and the woman he loves, Kahlan Amnell, The Mother Confessor. That put Kahlan on the end, a dagger beside her pillow in case someone snuck up in the night. It never mattered that there was someone on watch.
Stepping over Zedd's mat, Cara settled down between the old, noisy wizard and the seeker of truth. He was a lovely man, rugged and hansom, strong and heroic and the complete opposite to the last Lord Rahl. She didn't want much from him, just one small kiss so that she would always know he loved her. She knew it would never be the same type of love he showed Kahlan, but something was better than nothing. She leaned in, and pressed a kiss to his lips, lingering for just a moment.
She didn't expect the fist that came up and caught her chin.
"What are you doing?" Kahlan screamed.
"What?" Cara asked, confused now. She sat back up as Kahlan did and realised with a horrible moment of clarity that Kahlan had been sleeping in the middle.
"You kissed me!"
"You were meant to be sleeping there." She pointed to Richard's spot as he sat up.
"Richard had first watch," Kahlan said. "He doesn't like stepping over me to get to bed, so I always take the middle." She explained. "What are you doing kissing Richard in the middle of the night?"
Cara didn't answer, she didn't know how. She'd had two too many kisses tonight, one with the confessor, the other with her fist.
