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madame_denna) wrote2011-11-27 02:20 am
madame_denna) wrote2011-11-27 02:20 am
The whistling
Pairing: Denna/Cara
Rating: M
Words: ~1280
Warnings: whistling (everybody who can't stand whistling - should back off!)
Disclaimer: Copyright infringement intended, Denna IS ALL MINE and – of course – a lot of money is made.
A branch breaks, disturbing the silence.
An owl howls in the distance.
Denna, former Mistress of the Mord'Sith, still clothed in the most risible gown is rushing hurriedly through the thick forest. At some point she has lost track of time, the only thing she knows is, that Cara and Kahlan are most surely close on her heels.
After she had lost the wizard a few days ago and at the moment no way of getting him back to fulfill her destiny - she would need to think of something else to get what she deserves - but currently all she needs to get rid of Cara and that annoying Confessor.
After running now for several hours she has still no idea where exactly she's been going, but then the open clearing seems somehow familiar and Denna cannot shake the distinctive feeling, that she has been here before. The cottage, where she had killed these pathetic nuns and made the rather hurried decision to change into this unsuitable dress, comes into sight in the distance. No one would suspect that she would return to the place at that short notice, now would they? Denna thinks about it some more before she starts towards it. The simple cottage would need to suffice as suitable hiding place until Kahlan and Cara finally stop looking for her.
She tries to quicken her pace, but the unfamiliar cut of the dress does not make it easier for her to run any faster. An unmistakable whistling noise makes her stop dead in her tracks and fall to the ground, crouching to hide behind the closest massive oak. As she presses herself tight against its bark, she cautiously looks around, narrowing her eyes as she searches the area for the possible cause of the sound. She can't see anything out-of-place and after a few minutes of waiting and silence she carefully resumes her path.
The sun shines brightly and plays off in her unbraided golden hair and Denna blinks against its brightness. She just steps over tree stub, as she hears the high whistling noise once again, this time so much closer. She lets herself fall to the ground again and crouches down against it. She already so done with this hiding shit.
Somebody is following her, she can practically feel it with every fibre of her being. She wasn't a Mord'Sith for nothing, expelled or not, years of training do not vanish over night. Denna lurks out of her hiding place and still nobody is to be seen. When time passes without anything else to happen, she retreats cautiously backwards in a slightly crouched position. Already she can see the cottage close up, if she'd reach it before anyone else - or just Cara and Kahlan for that matter - she would have a good chance to fight them off. She pulls her dress up to her thighs and starts to run as fast as her legs would carry her. A few moments later, Denna enters the cottage and closes the door right behind her, her breathing is laboured and she rests her forehead against the cool wooden door for a moment to catch her breath.
The whistling sound, that disturbs the silence this time is so fucking close, that Denna shivers, then straightens her back. The doorknob still in hand, she considers to make a run for it. Her hand tightens around the old doorknob and she is about to turn it, as a voice from behind stops the motion.
"Don't even try." Denna hears Cara's hard but still amused voice, and thinks that Cara would probably enjoy it if she tried. Eventually, Denna turns and takes in the other Mord'Sith, leaning casually against a table, arms crossed casually in front of her leather clad chest.
Denna looks around, her eyes searching the cottage for the Mother Confessor or anyone else of her companions, but finds it empty except for Cara, who is regarding her closely.
"Where are your.. friends, Cara?" Denna asks mockingly, her lips curl into her rather twisted trademark smile.
"I don't need them to track you down," Cara replies dryly, letting her fingers graze her Agiel as their eyes meet, but only for seconds, and Cara returns her attention back to her fingers and the exquisite pain, that is now cursing through them.
Denna raises a quizzical brow, "Are you sure, you can handle me - all by yourself?"
Cara actually chuckles and looks up again, "Oh, we'll see, won't we Denna?"
Denna only smiles suggestively, so Cara continues, "What are you up to anyway?" She silently examines Denna from top to bottom, only to meet her gaze once again, "Another change of occupation already?" Cara pretends to be deep in thought for a moment, then shakes her head, "I really can't decide which role I like better. The disreputable brothel madame or now..", gesturing with her hands at Denna's current attire, while she is barely able to stifle her chuckling, "..the innocent farm maid."
Denna still smiles, then wrinkles her nose, "funny", she states deadpan and the smile is gone from her lips in a heartbeat.
Cara watches Denna's every movement, as the blonde deliberately steps closer, then comes to stand between her spread legs at the rim of the table. "I can't seem to remember you complaining of my chosen attire as you peeled me out of it," Denna breaths and her eyes fix on Cara's lips, her tongue darts out in anticipation to finally claim them.
Cara smiles mischievously, as the vivid memory enters her mind, then looks up, meeting Denna's hungry gaze, "I might would like to repeat that again, just to be sure." With that she claims Denna's mouth, stands and reverses positions with the blonde, pressing her legs wide apart while her hands shove the dress up to Denna's waist.
~~~
Cara's back strains as Denna's fingers curl deep inside her, trembling under the sheer intensity of her touch. "Oh yes," Cara utters, between shallow moans of pleasure, "just.. a bit deep-.."
"Cara?" Zedd's loud shout in the distance ruins her perfect moment, the heat she felt only moments ago has dropped to a freezing snowstorm in the blink of an eye. Cara groans in sheer desperation as her head falls backwards. As she opens her eyes again after what felt like an eternity, Denna is nodding slightly, lips pressed tightly together, but only with a certain measure of sympathy for Cara's predicament.
"What?" Cara huffs at her, feeling Denna's fingers, still curled inside her, as she shifts. Self conscious of Cara's stare, Denna extracts her fingers carefully, then removes her legs from around Cara's waist.
"You have to tell them." Denna states as she slowly leans in closer, "they will find out eventually."
"If you wouldn't try to take over all the territories, kill Richard and Kahlan," Cara pauses to make theatrical gestures with her hands, "you might be easier to introduce?"
Denna rolls her eyes, having heard this excuses far too often in the last few months, and slips off the table.
"You're only afraid, that they will judge you because..," Denna searches desperately for the right term, "uss-thiss!"
"Uss-thiss?" Cara's asks smirking, as she watches Denna actually blush under her scrutiny.
"Cara?" This time it's Kahlan unmistakable clear voice, only much more closer, that saves Denna from answering the question, she actually has no answer to.
"You have to leave!" Cara exclaims, as her gaze flickers briefly to the door, that could be opened by Kahlan or Zedd any second. "Now," she adds somewhat firmer, as Denna shows no signs to move.
Cara can see the challenge in Denna's eyes as she watches the blonde bite down on her lower lip, "make me," Denna breathes after a moment and Cara's hair stand on end at the low tone of her voice. She closes the distance between them with two sure steps, her hands entangle in Denna's blonde locks, which feel like strands of silk between her fingers. Cara's lips find Denna's and a burst of heat surges through her body again as their tongues meet, pressing the delicate form of Denna's heated body closer to her own.
With a cracking sound the door of the cottage opens and Cara shivers at Kahlan's surprised outcry behind her. Her eyes still closed, she rests her forehead against Denna's as she waits for all hell to break loose around her.
Rating: M
Words: ~1280
Warnings: whistling (everybody who can't stand whistling - should back off!)
Disclaimer: Copyright infringement intended, Denna IS ALL MINE and – of course – a lot of money is made.
A branch breaks, disturbing the silence.
An owl howls in the distance.
Denna, former Mistress of the Mord'Sith, still clothed in the most risible gown is rushing hurriedly through the thick forest. At some point she has lost track of time, the only thing she knows is, that Cara and Kahlan are most surely close on her heels.
After she had lost the wizard a few days ago and at the moment no way of getting him back to fulfill her destiny - she would need to think of something else to get what she deserves - but currently all she needs to get rid of Cara and that annoying Confessor.
After running now for several hours she has still no idea where exactly she's been going, but then the open clearing seems somehow familiar and Denna cannot shake the distinctive feeling, that she has been here before. The cottage, where she had killed these pathetic nuns and made the rather hurried decision to change into this unsuitable dress, comes into sight in the distance. No one would suspect that she would return to the place at that short notice, now would they? Denna thinks about it some more before she starts towards it. The simple cottage would need to suffice as suitable hiding place until Kahlan and Cara finally stop looking for her.
She tries to quicken her pace, but the unfamiliar cut of the dress does not make it easier for her to run any faster. An unmistakable whistling noise makes her stop dead in her tracks and fall to the ground, crouching to hide behind the closest massive oak. As she presses herself tight against its bark, she cautiously looks around, narrowing her eyes as she searches the area for the possible cause of the sound. She can't see anything out-of-place and after a few minutes of waiting and silence she carefully resumes her path.
The sun shines brightly and plays off in her unbraided golden hair and Denna blinks against its brightness. She just steps over tree stub, as she hears the high whistling noise once again, this time so much closer. She lets herself fall to the ground again and crouches down against it. She already so done with this hiding shit.
Somebody is following her, she can practically feel it with every fibre of her being. She wasn't a Mord'Sith for nothing, expelled or not, years of training do not vanish over night. Denna lurks out of her hiding place and still nobody is to be seen. When time passes without anything else to happen, she retreats cautiously backwards in a slightly crouched position. Already she can see the cottage close up, if she'd reach it before anyone else - or just Cara and Kahlan for that matter - she would have a good chance to fight them off. She pulls her dress up to her thighs and starts to run as fast as her legs would carry her. A few moments later, Denna enters the cottage and closes the door right behind her, her breathing is laboured and she rests her forehead against the cool wooden door for a moment to catch her breath.
The whistling sound, that disturbs the silence this time is so fucking close, that Denna shivers, then straightens her back. The doorknob still in hand, she considers to make a run for it. Her hand tightens around the old doorknob and she is about to turn it, as a voice from behind stops the motion.
"Don't even try." Denna hears Cara's hard but still amused voice, and thinks that Cara would probably enjoy it if she tried. Eventually, Denna turns and takes in the other Mord'Sith, leaning casually against a table, arms crossed casually in front of her leather clad chest.
Denna looks around, her eyes searching the cottage for the Mother Confessor or anyone else of her companions, but finds it empty except for Cara, who is regarding her closely.
"Where are your.. friends, Cara?" Denna asks mockingly, her lips curl into her rather twisted trademark smile.
"I don't need them to track you down," Cara replies dryly, letting her fingers graze her Agiel as their eyes meet, but only for seconds, and Cara returns her attention back to her fingers and the exquisite pain, that is now cursing through them.
Denna raises a quizzical brow, "Are you sure, you can handle me - all by yourself?"
Cara actually chuckles and looks up again, "Oh, we'll see, won't we Denna?"
Denna only smiles suggestively, so Cara continues, "What are you up to anyway?" She silently examines Denna from top to bottom, only to meet her gaze once again, "Another change of occupation already?" Cara pretends to be deep in thought for a moment, then shakes her head, "I really can't decide which role I like better. The disreputable brothel madame or now..", gesturing with her hands at Denna's current attire, while she is barely able to stifle her chuckling, "..the innocent farm maid."
Denna still smiles, then wrinkles her nose, "funny", she states deadpan and the smile is gone from her lips in a heartbeat.
Cara watches Denna's every movement, as the blonde deliberately steps closer, then comes to stand between her spread legs at the rim of the table. "I can't seem to remember you complaining of my chosen attire as you peeled me out of it," Denna breaths and her eyes fix on Cara's lips, her tongue darts out in anticipation to finally claim them.
Cara smiles mischievously, as the vivid memory enters her mind, then looks up, meeting Denna's hungry gaze, "I might would like to repeat that again, just to be sure." With that she claims Denna's mouth, stands and reverses positions with the blonde, pressing her legs wide apart while her hands shove the dress up to Denna's waist.
~~~
Cara's back strains as Denna's fingers curl deep inside her, trembling under the sheer intensity of her touch. "Oh yes," Cara utters, between shallow moans of pleasure, "just.. a bit deep-.."
"Cara?" Zedd's loud shout in the distance ruins her perfect moment, the heat she felt only moments ago has dropped to a freezing snowstorm in the blink of an eye. Cara groans in sheer desperation as her head falls backwards. As she opens her eyes again after what felt like an eternity, Denna is nodding slightly, lips pressed tightly together, but only with a certain measure of sympathy for Cara's predicament.
"What?" Cara huffs at her, feeling Denna's fingers, still curled inside her, as she shifts. Self conscious of Cara's stare, Denna extracts her fingers carefully, then removes her legs from around Cara's waist.
"You have to tell them." Denna states as she slowly leans in closer, "they will find out eventually."
"If you wouldn't try to take over all the territories, kill Richard and Kahlan," Cara pauses to make theatrical gestures with her hands, "you might be easier to introduce?"
Denna rolls her eyes, having heard this excuses far too often in the last few months, and slips off the table.
"You're only afraid, that they will judge you because..," Denna searches desperately for the right term, "uss-thiss!"
"Uss-thiss?" Cara's asks smirking, as she watches Denna actually blush under her scrutiny.
"Cara?" This time it's Kahlan unmistakable clear voice, only much more closer, that saves Denna from answering the question, she actually has no answer to.
"You have to leave!" Cara exclaims, as her gaze flickers briefly to the door, that could be opened by Kahlan or Zedd any second. "Now," she adds somewhat firmer, as Denna shows no signs to move.
Cara can see the challenge in Denna's eyes as she watches the blonde bite down on her lower lip, "make me," Denna breathes after a moment and Cara's hair stand on end at the low tone of her voice. She closes the distance between them with two sure steps, her hands entangle in Denna's blonde locks, which feel like strands of silk between her fingers. Cara's lips find Denna's and a burst of heat surges through her body again as their tongues meet, pressing the delicate form of Denna's heated body closer to her own.
With a cracking sound the door of the cottage opens and Cara shivers at Kahlan's surprised outcry behind her. Her eyes still closed, she rests her forehead against Denna's as she waits for all hell to break loose around her.
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