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Hide and Seek|CaraxRichard [sjdude & ViolentlyBeautiful76]

She had felt that Richard was taking his sweet time, and Cara also felt a tinge of annoyance. She wasn't someone to take so lightly, and her Mord-Sith pride also didn't allow herself to be treated like someone weak. True, the Sword of Truth also had the power to give the Seeker the strength of ten men. With that in consideration, if Richard hit her in just the right spot, she'd be finished. But of course, she wasn't that slow.

With only an outward breath, Cara moved to the side as she parried, and then swept her left leg across to knock her opponent off his feet. She had an advantage, the Mord-Sith took pride in their agility in hand and foot combat.
 
"Very good." He said." He started to let his blade dance, not really going for any sort of killing blow, but simply to test her sword play. He cut, slashed, making a number of attacks that, if he had been trying, could have been lethal, but he was pulling his punches.

Richard let a grin play across his features, and he wondered if she'd be able to gain any advantage.
 
Gr! Maybe I really should have used the agiel... Cara mentally cursed. He was starting to get the best of her, but of course she wouldn't let it end just yet. She'd probably keep going until she found another way to carry out her plan. For now, though, she would have to play along.

"Try harder, Seeker," the girl teased, mostly dodging and blocking Richard's attacks. She'd wear him out until she had a good chance. Cara loved the sound of steel clashing with steel... or whatever the heck the Sword of Truth was made out of. It drove her mad in battle, but since this was just practice, she controlled herself.

That was when she sent out hard blow, barely knocking the sword out of her opponent's hands. She took the opportunity to close the distance just a bit more, but she still kept herself alert. Richard's quick reflexes would most likely get him back on track, but the Mord-Sith knew he wasn't invincible, and he'd hopefully become just exhausted enough for her to execute what she wanted to do.
 
Richard found himself running weary. The Mord-Sith had more stamina than he, and it was slowly becoming apparent that he wouldn't be able to last. Like the cornered animal he was, he started to lash out, trying to trip her or disarm her.

He gritted his teeth, not wanting to admit it. She was beating him, slowly and surely.
 
Her breaths became a little heavier, but as always, she only used what she had learned in the past. When Denna had trained her, she had been taught to channel pain into her attacks, therefore making herself stronger and her stamina much longer-lasting. Cara then noticed a slight but definite falter in Richard's movements, and used the chance to increase her power by a small percentage.

"You can't possibly be tired now? It's only been a good while!" she remarked, ignoring the feel of lactic acid pouring into her shoulders. God damn it, such strength!

She parried an attack and used the opportunity to kick his sword out of his hand. Feeling the heat of the moment, Cara tackled him to the ground, until she found herself on top of him.

"Gotcha." Cara said, with an expression of triumph.
 
He grunted as he fell to the ground, embittered by his defeat. He didn't like it, not at all. If there was one thing Richard hated, it was losing. He looked up at the Mord-Sith, all clad in leather, above him. She made a...remarkable sight, he would admit.

"So," Richard began. "You have won, and you have me...captive. What now?" The snarky smile played across his face, and he was truly curious.
 
Cara let out a soft laugh, and slightly shook her head. The girl placed a finger on Richard's lips, silencing the boy. She bit the inside of her lip, wondering if it was right to do what she was about to do. She realized that if things didn't go the way she wanted it to, everything would be in shambles. But still, she wanted it, and she was going to try as hard as she could to get it.

"Maybe it's better if I showed you," she replied, traces of a smile as she leaned in, softly grazing Richard on the lips.
 
Richard didn't react to the kiss at first. It was so sudden, so completely...out there that he simply didn't know how to react. But nature, and months upon months of traveling with no relief whatsoever, took over. With the strong hand of a man, he placed his arm around Cara's waist, pulling her body flush against his.

He returned the kiss next, his mind clouding with lust. His mouth pressed against hers, with a hunger he had never known.
 
Cara felt a white hot burning sensation all over her body, and she knew that it was the feeling of desire. With a quick tug she took off her gloves and threw them carelessly to the side, before she closed the gap between their faces once more. After several long moments she reached down to his shirt, placing a hand on his rock hard chest as she began to slip off his shirt, a skill she had learned long ago.

With her other hand Cara unbuckled the leather suit just down to her waist, and let the jacket-like top slide off to reveal ivory white flesh.
 
Richards hands sought Cara out. His hands caressed her skin, finding it soft, something he'd never really expected. He felt his skin touch the cool night air, and he shivered in anticipation and a slight chill. But he had faith in Cara. They'd keep each other warm.

He kissed her, letting his tongue prod at her mouth, dueling with hers as they held each other in the fire light.
 
When Cara parted her lips for entrance and Richard's tongue went in, she had let him search the corners of her mouth, before wrestling his tongue with hers. The passion play continued until she ran out of breath, and she pulled back, gasping for air.

"Richard," she whispered, her voice barely audible. A sort of half-smile formed on her face, the gnawing feeling of ardor hurtling butterflies in her stomach. The girl slid off, lying next to him in the soft grass, half naked. Placing her chin on his shoulder, breathing in his scent, Cara reached down and unbuckled his breeches, taking the opportunity to slip her hand in and feel him. Her touch was gentle, and she stroked him teasingly.

"Mmm," she breathed, nuzzling her nose on Richard's neck. She smiled, realizing she was already starting to burn the bridge they had just crossed.

Past the point of no return.
 
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