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Title: Water Fall
Author: alyse
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Characters/Pairing: Kahlan/Richard
Rating: R
Spoilers: Set post season 2
Word Count: ~850
Disclaimer: Legend of the Seeker (TV) belongs to ABC Studios/Disney. No copyright infringement is intended. This is fanfiction, written solely for love of the show.
Author's Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
legendland's Picture Challenge in about half an hour (with Dragon, so I'm sure there's lots of 'misheard that' mistakes ::g::).
Summary: The air is filled with colour, droplets leaping and playing at the base of the waterfall, sent spiralling towards the sky by the weight of the water that cascades from above.
-o-
The water by their campsite sparkles like the most expensive of diamonds in the early morning light. The air is filled with colour, droplets leaping and playing at the base of the waterfall, sent spiralling towards the sky by the weight of the water that cascades from above. It looks so inviting that Kahlan can't resist it any longer, easing herself from under the covers and leaving Richard still sleeping by the embers of last night's fire.
She disrobes in a hurry, her fingers flying to her laces, the thought of being in all of that water - being crisp and clean again - leaving her dizzy and giddy with anticipation. It's colder than she expects when she steps into it and she gasps, the shock of it running through her, her skin tightening and her heart racing. But any sound she makes is drowned out by the roar of the water and Richard doesn't wake.
She moves deeper into the pool, turning her face up into the sun and closing her eyes against its brilliance. Her fingers scull in the water, mindless little moves as she enjoys the pressure of the water against her fingertips, and her body grows used to the cold.
When she opens her eyes again, the water is just as brilliant as the sky, droplets still skipping across the surface, catching the light like chips of ice on a winter's day.
She takes a deep breath and then, before she can think better of it, she lets her knees bend and the water take her until her head is beneath the surface and the sounds of the world are drowned out. It's peaceful down here, so peaceful, the world is painted in shades of green and silver. She lets herself drift for a moment before she pushes herself back up to the surface, breaching it as sleekly as an otter.
She pushes the heavy weight of her wet hair back from her face and it clings to her fingers, full of a life of its own. The water has left it darker than usual, as sleek as she feels, and she twists it with her fingers until the water cascades down over her skin, creating a waterfall all of her own.
The cold is more bearable now, even if she is still shivering. She would be warmer if she moved, if she swam until her muscles warmed and her skin heated, but she cannot tear herself away from the sight in front of her, the majesty of it all: the dark of the rock; the cool green of the plants around it; and - always - the glorious roar of the water as it tumbles down to greet her.
She shivers again, the breeze picking up and ghosting over her skin, leaving her chilled in its wake, but she's not cold for long, not once Richard's warmth presses against her back. His skin is as slick as hers, beaded with water, but somehow his body still holds the heat of their newly banked fire.
She smiles, unbearably happy, her heart singing with the feel of him. His hands move slowly up her arms, mapping her skin inch by tortuous inch. He seems content to take his time with it now that time is a luxury they have, and each brush of his fingers against her cool skin leaves trails of heat in its wake, warming her from within. The fire they'd sated the night before flickers back into life as his fingers trace over every goose bump, finding and stroking over the pebbled tips of her breasts and then moving lower and lower still, slipping beneath the water to find where she is wet.
This time when she gasps, the sound isn't swallowed by the fall of the water but by Richard's lips pressing against hers. This time when she floats, it's the strength of Richard's arms that hold her up, not the buoyancy of the water beneath her.
When he finally sinks into her, his face nuzzled into her neck as he licks away the cool of the water from her skin and his fingers sliding into the damp mass of her hair, not even the sound of the waterfall can drown out her pleasured cries.
When her heartbeat finally slows again and she opens her eyes, the sky overhead is still brilliant, still sparkling with the rainbows that have been thrown up in the mist. It's beautiful, beyond beautiful.
It's theirs and theirs alone.
The rest of the Midlands can have the Falls of Aldermont as far as Kahlan is concerned. No other waterfall could ever be as beautiful as this one, no matter what the legends say. This waterfall is the one that Richard has loved her under, and the one she has loved him under in return.
Although, when all is said and done, no symphony of rainbows, no majestic fall of water, could ever match the wonder of the way Richard looks at her or the warmth of his smile that is hers alone.
Author: alyse
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Characters/Pairing: Kahlan/Richard
Rating: R
Spoilers: Set post season 2
Word Count: ~850
Disclaimer: Legend of the Seeker (TV) belongs to ABC Studios/Disney. No copyright infringement is intended. This is fanfiction, written solely for love of the show.
Author's Notes: Written for
legendland's Picture Challenge in about half an hour (with Dragon, so I'm sure there's lots of 'misheard that' mistakes ::g::). Summary: The air is filled with colour, droplets leaping and playing at the base of the waterfall, sent spiralling towards the sky by the weight of the water that cascades from above.
-o-
The water by their campsite sparkles like the most expensive of diamonds in the early morning light. The air is filled with colour, droplets leaping and playing at the base of the waterfall, sent spiralling towards the sky by the weight of the water that cascades from above. It looks so inviting that Kahlan can't resist it any longer, easing herself from under the covers and leaving Richard still sleeping by the embers of last night's fire.
She disrobes in a hurry, her fingers flying to her laces, the thought of being in all of that water - being crisp and clean again - leaving her dizzy and giddy with anticipation. It's colder than she expects when she steps into it and she gasps, the shock of it running through her, her skin tightening and her heart racing. But any sound she makes is drowned out by the roar of the water and Richard doesn't wake.
She moves deeper into the pool, turning her face up into the sun and closing her eyes against its brilliance. Her fingers scull in the water, mindless little moves as she enjoys the pressure of the water against her fingertips, and her body grows used to the cold.
When she opens her eyes again, the water is just as brilliant as the sky, droplets still skipping across the surface, catching the light like chips of ice on a winter's day.
She takes a deep breath and then, before she can think better of it, she lets her knees bend and the water take her until her head is beneath the surface and the sounds of the world are drowned out. It's peaceful down here, so peaceful, the world is painted in shades of green and silver. She lets herself drift for a moment before she pushes herself back up to the surface, breaching it as sleekly as an otter.
She pushes the heavy weight of her wet hair back from her face and it clings to her fingers, full of a life of its own. The water has left it darker than usual, as sleek as she feels, and she twists it with her fingers until the water cascades down over her skin, creating a waterfall all of her own.
The cold is more bearable now, even if she is still shivering. She would be warmer if she moved, if she swam until her muscles warmed and her skin heated, but she cannot tear herself away from the sight in front of her, the majesty of it all: the dark of the rock; the cool green of the plants around it; and - always - the glorious roar of the water as it tumbles down to greet her.
She shivers again, the breeze picking up and ghosting over her skin, leaving her chilled in its wake, but she's not cold for long, not once Richard's warmth presses against her back. His skin is as slick as hers, beaded with water, but somehow his body still holds the heat of their newly banked fire.
She smiles, unbearably happy, her heart singing with the feel of him. His hands move slowly up her arms, mapping her skin inch by tortuous inch. He seems content to take his time with it now that time is a luxury they have, and each brush of his fingers against her cool skin leaves trails of heat in its wake, warming her from within. The fire they'd sated the night before flickers back into life as his fingers trace over every goose bump, finding and stroking over the pebbled tips of her breasts and then moving lower and lower still, slipping beneath the water to find where she is wet.
This time when she gasps, the sound isn't swallowed by the fall of the water but by Richard's lips pressing against hers. This time when she floats, it's the strength of Richard's arms that hold her up, not the buoyancy of the water beneath her.
When he finally sinks into her, his face nuzzled into her neck as he licks away the cool of the water from her skin and his fingers sliding into the damp mass of her hair, not even the sound of the waterfall can drown out her pleasured cries.
When her heartbeat finally slows again and she opens her eyes, the sky overhead is still brilliant, still sparkling with the rainbows that have been thrown up in the mist. It's beautiful, beyond beautiful.
It's theirs and theirs alone.
The rest of the Midlands can have the Falls of Aldermont as far as Kahlan is concerned. No other waterfall could ever be as beautiful as this one, no matter what the legends say. This waterfall is the one that Richard has loved her under, and the one she has loved him under in return.
Although, when all is said and done, no symphony of rainbows, no majestic fall of water, could ever match the wonder of the way Richard looks at her or the warmth of his smile that is hers alone.