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legend of the seeker fic: "washing day"
Title: Washing Day
Summary: Richard helps Kahlan out a little with her dirty things.
Words: 721
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Richard/Kahlan
Spoilers/Timeline: None really. General season one. Richard and Kahlan are into each other--if you've picked that anvil up, you're good.
Disclaimer: Not mine: give unto Sam Raimi that which is Sam Raimi's.
Author's Note: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
_deejay_. She gave me the fluffy prompt of 'Washing day' (I are original with my titling) and I gave her... this. I do apologize. Not beta'd 'cause I'm lazy like that, and if the internet has taught me nothing, it's that instant gratification beats quality control any day. *g*
Richard couldn’t really claim it was unintentional—not with a clear conscience—but he still didn’t quite mean to find Kahlan in these situations. He just got worried when she went off on her own for a while, especially with each day bringing them closer and closer to Rahl’s stronghold. And he liked to be with her. So he followed.
She was at least clothed this time. Mostly. Her brown skirt floated around her knees in the clear water, and one corset strap dropped loosely down her shoulder as she raised her gaze to meet his. She wasn’t naked, but Richard suddenly felt like she might as well have been, and he turned away blushing, stammering apology already breaking the silence of the warm air.
“It’s okay, Richard.” Kahlan didn’t seem annoyed, and Richard turned back toward her as she began wading to the shore, towing her white dress behind her in the water. He stepped closer, onto a sun-warmed rock, and offered a hand as she began to pull herself out.
“Thank you.” Kahlan bit her lip and smiled, hand resting in his for just a moment too long before she pulled away. She let her dress fall with a wet slap to the rock.
“Er,” Richard tugged his ear. “What are you doing?”
Kahlan sighed, knelt down, and began to wring the water from her clothes. “A Confessor’s dress is a mark of her position, and because of its importance, we’re supposed to take special pride in its appearance, keep it clean, and make sure it remains in the best condition. But,” she looked wryly around the woods, “It’s not easy.”
Eyes skipping away from his for a moment, Kahlan reached into her corset and withdrew a small piece of linen, which she began to unwrap reverently as Richard bent his head closer. “It’s the last of the soap I brought with me from home,” she explained, as she revealed the small slice she had left. “And I’ve somehow got to make it last who knows how much longer.”
Richard whistled through his teeth appreciatively. “That’s not easy to get.”
“No.” Kahlan agreed, and Richard tried very hard not to notice the way she seemed to be drawing closer to him with each breath.
Her voice dropped to a low chuckle beside his ear. “It’s too bad it doesn’t grow on trees.”
Richard narrowed his eyes. “Wait a second.” He suddenly stood up, and cast his eyes quickly around the edge of the pool. A clump of small purple flowers caught his attention, and he jumped down to pick them, crushing roots and leaves between his fingers as he returned, smiling, to the rock.
“You know,” Kahlan stuck her tongue between her teeth in amusement, “When you give a girl flowers, I really don’t think you’re supposed to destroy them.”
“Not with this kind.” Richard shook his head and chuckled, and then held the pulpy mass out to Kahlan. “It’s soapwort.”
Kahlan’s face lit up in understanding, and she held out her hands eagerly for his offering.
Together, they held the flowers under the water and created a lather that they worked into the fabric of the white dress. Richard’s fingers slipped easily between Kahlan’s soap-slicked ones, and he swallowed, trying to look away as he noticed the pink blush spreading out across her breasts.
Richard cleared his throat. “This, uh, won’t be as good as your actual soap, but—“ “—this is perfect.” Kahlan held his gaze, and Richard could suddenly feel his breath quicken to match the rise and fall of her chest.
He licked his lips. “I—“
Kahlan’s eyes widened. “—Yes?”
“RICHARD! KAHLAN?”
Zedd’s voice boomed out from somewhere between the trees, and Richard and Kahlan jumped apart in surprise. They caught themselves, eyes meeting, and laughed nervously as the wizard’s heavy footfalls moved further away.
“I, uh, better go see what he wants.” Richard gestured over his shoulder, and Kahlan nodded.
“I’ll just finish up here and then catch up with you two.”
“Right.”
He smiled, about to jump down from the rock, before Kahlan’s hand reached out and encircled his wrist lightly.
“Thank you for the soap, Richard.”
His hand twisted and caught her own. “Anytime.”
Richard left, weaving through the trees to seek out Zedd, and tried not to hope too hard that the next washing day would arrive soon.
Summary: Richard helps Kahlan out a little with her dirty things.
Words: 721
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Richard/Kahlan
Spoilers/Timeline: None really. General season one. Richard and Kahlan are into each other--if you've picked that anvil up, you're good.
Disclaimer: Not mine: give unto Sam Raimi that which is Sam Raimi's.
Author's Note: Written for
_deejay_. She gave me the fluffy prompt of 'Washing day' (I are original with my titling) and I gave her... this. I do apologize. Not beta'd 'cause I'm lazy like that, and if the internet has taught me nothing, it's that instant gratification beats quality control any day. *g*Richard couldn’t really claim it was unintentional—not with a clear conscience—but he still didn’t quite mean to find Kahlan in these situations. He just got worried when she went off on her own for a while, especially with each day bringing them closer and closer to Rahl’s stronghold. And he liked to be with her. So he followed.
She was at least clothed this time. Mostly. Her brown skirt floated around her knees in the clear water, and one corset strap dropped loosely down her shoulder as she raised her gaze to meet his. She wasn’t naked, but Richard suddenly felt like she might as well have been, and he turned away blushing, stammering apology already breaking the silence of the warm air.
“It’s okay, Richard.” Kahlan didn’t seem annoyed, and Richard turned back toward her as she began wading to the shore, towing her white dress behind her in the water. He stepped closer, onto a sun-warmed rock, and offered a hand as she began to pull herself out.
“Thank you.” Kahlan bit her lip and smiled, hand resting in his for just a moment too long before she pulled away. She let her dress fall with a wet slap to the rock.
“Er,” Richard tugged his ear. “What are you doing?”
Kahlan sighed, knelt down, and began to wring the water from her clothes. “A Confessor’s dress is a mark of her position, and because of its importance, we’re supposed to take special pride in its appearance, keep it clean, and make sure it remains in the best condition. But,” she looked wryly around the woods, “It’s not easy.”
Eyes skipping away from his for a moment, Kahlan reached into her corset and withdrew a small piece of linen, which she began to unwrap reverently as Richard bent his head closer. “It’s the last of the soap I brought with me from home,” she explained, as she revealed the small slice she had left. “And I’ve somehow got to make it last who knows how much longer.”
Richard whistled through his teeth appreciatively. “That’s not easy to get.”
“No.” Kahlan agreed, and Richard tried very hard not to notice the way she seemed to be drawing closer to him with each breath.
Her voice dropped to a low chuckle beside his ear. “It’s too bad it doesn’t grow on trees.”
Richard narrowed his eyes. “Wait a second.” He suddenly stood up, and cast his eyes quickly around the edge of the pool. A clump of small purple flowers caught his attention, and he jumped down to pick them, crushing roots and leaves between his fingers as he returned, smiling, to the rock.
“You know,” Kahlan stuck her tongue between her teeth in amusement, “When you give a girl flowers, I really don’t think you’re supposed to destroy them.”
“Not with this kind.” Richard shook his head and chuckled, and then held the pulpy mass out to Kahlan. “It’s soapwort.”
Kahlan’s face lit up in understanding, and she held out her hands eagerly for his offering.
Together, they held the flowers under the water and created a lather that they worked into the fabric of the white dress. Richard’s fingers slipped easily between Kahlan’s soap-slicked ones, and he swallowed, trying to look away as he noticed the pink blush spreading out across her breasts.
Richard cleared his throat. “This, uh, won’t be as good as your actual soap, but—“ “—this is perfect.” Kahlan held his gaze, and Richard could suddenly feel his breath quicken to match the rise and fall of her chest.
He licked his lips. “I—“
Kahlan’s eyes widened. “—Yes?”
“RICHARD! KAHLAN?”
Zedd’s voice boomed out from somewhere between the trees, and Richard and Kahlan jumped apart in surprise. They caught themselves, eyes meeting, and laughed nervously as the wizard’s heavy footfalls moved further away.
“I, uh, better go see what he wants.” Richard gestured over his shoulder, and Kahlan nodded.
“I’ll just finish up here and then catch up with you two.”
“Right.”
He smiled, about to jump down from the rock, before Kahlan’s hand reached out and encircled his wrist lightly.
“Thank you for the soap, Richard.”
His hand twisted and caught her own. “Anytime.”
Richard left, weaving through the trees to seek out Zedd, and tried not to hope too hard that the next washing day would arrive soon.
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Hmmm, I think you need to be sick more often ;). You caught the spirit of chepic beautifully, dah-link. And LOL KAHLAN BOOB REFERENCE.
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But yay for catching the spirit of the chepic! I'M glad you approve, YOU SEKRIT SEEKER FAN YOU. ;P
And duh, KAHLAN BOOB REFERENCE is a requisite in all fic, isn't it? *blink blink*
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Pretty sure the boobs have to be referenced at least once. Otherwise they may take over and write the fic themselves. SEKKRIT SNEAKY BOOBAGE.
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Clearly that nap did not give me too much energy, no sir.
WAIT-SNEAKY BOOBAGE POWER WILL SAVE THE DAY FROM EVAL!COCKBLOCKING.
I've got to work on this.
*scurries away to sekrit lair*
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Jared: *wrinkles nose* Dude. Boobs are GIRL bits. Who wants to be near THOSE?
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Or every time Chuck and Sarah on Chuck get close Casey could don Zedd's Cock Block Robes (tm!) and interrupt them!
Or Zedd could show up and eat pie at the Pie Hole and interrupt Chuck and Ned all the live long day on Pushing Daisies!
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:DDDDDDDDDDDD
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Richard’s fingers slipped easily between Kahlan’s soap-slicked ones, and he swallowed, trying to look away as he noticed the pink blush spreading out across her breasts.
I thought you said you don't write pron, hmmm? :D :D Slippery fingers GOSH.
I also love this: [...] she began wading to the shore, towing her white dress behind her in the water.
The word towing here is 100% Tim Winton/AWESOME. It just reminds me of wateeerr, and she's in the wateerrr, and I know this is insignificant but it just goes so well! Like Vegemite on toast! YAY :D
SOAPWORT LOL. Distant cousin to Mugwort? IDEK, just LOL!
...I love the way you write Kahlan. Very IC. ON NOM NOM.
Frugging Zedd, he's like the walking anti-sex. YOU ARE SO LUCKY HE BREEZED IN WHEN HE DID, HEATHER ;)
ETA Summary: Richard helps Kahlan out a little with her dirty things.
Brain. Gutter. YAY.
ILU LONGTIME ♥ ♥ ♥
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I thought you said you don't write pron, hmmm? :D :D Slippery fingers GOSH.
I go around it. *g* It's amazing how much you can evoke with a word like slippery. Heh heh heh, sneaky!pron.
But I'm so glad you like it! I was worried it was too blah, blah, blah, but I think in the end it did what I wanted it to. But I did write myself into a corner there--got too sexy and I was like "AH, WHAT DO I DO NOW?!" Then I remembered--"WE HAVE A WIZARD FOR THESE KIND OF SITUATIONS!"
...I am an awful person. ;P
ILU 2!!!!!!!!!!
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I'm such a retard: I have email notifications on, and they pop up over whatever I'm working on at the time with this little bell noise. Anyway; Mr Popup its says ‘hjea – LJ Comment’ AND I ACTUALLY HALF-YELLED “YAY!” AT MY COMPUTER :O
Seriously, could you be less exciting for the next few days, or I'm going to have some sort of joyful heart attack GOSH :P
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I really liked your opening paragraph it's so rambly and Richard-y very much like I imagine our boy's brain works! Now I seriously will be wondering how often Kahlan washes that dresses every time she wears it and thinking
dirtysoapy thoughts whenever I do *G*What I really loved though was the holding hands at the end bit HEEE! Dawwwww! I swear this ship turns me back into a rabid twelve year old *G*
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Bwah! Yes, that is now my fic mission in life. :D
I'm glad you thought it was in character! It's one of those things that's so hard to pin down, but I figured, if Richard is anything like me, his mind would be going a mile a minute at the sight of almost!naked Kahlan. *g*
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Thank you!
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your fics for this fandom are the only ones I like, actually, with all my heart, and for making me happy and making me imagine them being all flirty and happy and... *happy sigh* And I HATE YOU BECAUSE YOU HAD TO INTRODUCE THE COCKBLOCKER TO THE STORY. You're soooooo mean, so so mean... xD♥♥♥
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your fics for this fandom are the only ones I like, actually, with all my heart*runs around in a fit of blushing*
&hearts &hearts &hearts
AND THEN I KNOW. BUT WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO? I WROTE MYSELF INTO A CORNER--ANY MOMENT THEY WERE JUST GOING TO JUMP EACH AND I--
--Actually, that would have been better, wouldn't it? ;P
I'LL MISS YOU, LAURA. I HOPE EVERYTHING WILL BEGIN TO TURN AROUND FOR YOU SOONER RATHER THAN LATER.
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→ Cold Comfort, by
→ Washing Day, by
It is pointless to have a list with just two items, which obviously means that you have to write more, and soon, so I can read it before I go? *puppy eyes*
--Actually, that would have been better, wouldn't it? ;P
YES! Even if I have to admit that the cockblock was unexpected and made me LOL xD
I'LL MISS YOU TOO!!! SO MUCH!!! And thank you! I hope everything changes soon so I can come back and stop being all drama lama llama!! ♥♥♥
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“You know,” Kahlan stuck her tongue between her teeth in amusement, “When you give a girl flowers, I really don’t think you’re supposed to destroy them.”
Well said, Kahlan. Ans bonus points for unintentional tongue action. xD
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Thanks so much for commenting!
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Thank you!
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OH MAN. I think you broke my brain. HOT.
Seriously, that little moment was equivalent to the undoing of Kahlan's laces in "Revenant".
This is so fabulous! I'm loving that you're writing for this fandom!!!
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I LOVE THAT YOU'RE READING THIS. MORE KAHLAN/RICHARD LOVE FOR EVERYONE!
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This felt so true to canon and was gorgeous and adorable and THEREFORE YOU WIN.
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