A/N: Some people have been really nudging me to write more, so, here I am. Never mind that I can't help myself in regards to Cara and Kahlan. Most of what I upload here won't be like this because I rarely dabble in first person, but I wanted to challenge myself this time. I nearly had a heart attack writing this, never mind that Cara has an interesting head to be in.

Not again. I couldn't watch it happen again. After staring at it for more than a few hours every day, the fire was damned boring, but it was better than seeing them sitting over there. A noise passing for Kahlan's laughter tore my gaze from the flames. My eye was twitching, I could just feel it, but there was no way they'd notice. Richard was gesturing stupidly while relating some story, but the looks they were giving each other had nothing to do with anything he could be saying. Well, his didn't. So why did Kahlan's smile look forced?

Watching the fire would obviously fail me, but not all was lost. The wizard was so happily filling his gut he surely wouldn't mind. "Take my watch?"

Zedd paused only briefly before he finished chewing, contemplating my request the whole while. He and I had such an odd relationship, but there was understanding. On some level. "As long as you come back in time for my old bones to get some rest."

"Because great magic, yes." My eyes rolled even as I stood.

The damned Confessor caught my arm in a gentle but firm grip. "Is everything alright?"

Indecision held my tongue as closely as my distant surprise. I still didn't know how she moved to my side so quickly. But she waited, clear blue eyes reflecting the fire. And my ruin. "I need movement, Confessor. Unless you and the Lord Rahl were going for another walk?"

Something flickered in her eyes, but I did my best not to pay it any attention. "Would you like company?"

Even as Richard slipped and made a pathetic noise of disagreement, however small it was, I didn't break eye contact. Another test from the Confessor from some misplaced concern for me. "No."

"It's dangerous in these woods."

"I'm dangerous."

"Then we shouldn't have any trouble."

If she were anyone else, I might've killed her right then. But I just watched her walk off. I didn't have to look to know Richard was about to jump to his feet to follow after his beloved. I stalked after her before I realized it and, of course, just into the trees, she was waiting for me with a small, knowing smile. I hated that damned smile. "What?"

"I knew you'd follow me."

My shoulders jerked up once I stopped in front of her. "The Mother Confessor can't wander the woods alone." And so it fell to reflexive comments. Perfect.

"Richard would have come." When I only heaved my shoulders in reply, she turned and walked deeper into the trees.

I sighed, wondering if I would've been better off with the wizard even as I followed after her again. We weren't so much walking together as her humming something while I grumpily walked a step or two behind her. At least, Kahlan would say I was being grumpy, but the woman was strange. Maybe I should've just stayed with the wizard. It was better than mulling over the disgrace of a Mord'Sith I was becoming. Was I even a Mord'Sith anymore?

Kahlan reached back and grasped my arm lightly. I would've jumped if it weren't for her habit of suddenly appearing beside me or giving me all these soft touches, just generally proving she had no respect for the concept of personal space. "Walk with me… I'll take that huff as your agreement."

Damned woman linked her arm through mine, albeit loosely, before I could object and dragged me along, humming whatever tune was in her possibly failing mind and giving me a soft smile. My eyebrow spoke for me, but it did nothing to deter her. Actually, I think it made the situation worse because she placed her free hand on my arm. "Afraid of something, Confessor?"

"Not at the moment, why?"

Because if she got any closer, my heart was going to be audible to the trees. "Because you seem to have no idea what personal space is."

"Oh, I do." Again with that smile. Thank anything and everything for all those years of training. There was no possible way I could've kept a neutral face otherwise.

"Then why must you take possession of my entire arm?"

There was a reason I didn't like the look in Kahlan's eyes and it presented itself in the form of her leaning into me and tightening her hold, continuing on to rest her head on my shoulder. Mord'Sith don't feel the way I do—shouldn't feel the way I do—and I can't remember Richard ever being this close to the Confessor… Now I truly cannot deny it anymore. But if only this made sense. I couldn't even wish we were enemies.

"Now I have possession of your entire arm."

"And now I wonder if you have possession of your sense. This is ridiculous, it's impossible to walk like this." We were hardly walking at all, just some ragged version of… "We're strolling."

"You make it sound terrible." She lifted her head to look at me, but I just stared resolutely ahead. "Is it terrible?"

Damn her. "I'm sure Richard thinks it's terrible."

"He'd be disappointed even if we went for a walk. Which is all we've done. Walk." Silence prompted her to continue, but only after she stopped us, forcing me to look at her. Well, in her general direction. "Cara, look at me. All Richard and I will do is walk. He doesn't believe it yet, but it's true."

I couldn't stare into those blue eyes any longer, not if I was going to have control of myself. "Have you found someone to be a more suitable mate than the great Lord Rahl, the noble Seeker of Truth?"

"Yes." Clenching my jaw was all that kept my face from betraying my emotions. I longed to feel my agiel. Kahlan wouldn't say anything more, but I could feel those blue eyes on me, silently requesting me to look at her. Then her all too soft tone, "Cara."

I never thought my name could sound like that, but she always did it so easily. And so I dragged my gaze back to her. A Mord'Sith unable to look at a Confessor? Nonsense. "Sometimes I think you confessed me when I wasn't paying attention." Still nonsense, but at least it was bold nonsense. "Close your mouth, Confessor." Her jaw snapped shut, but there was still that troubled look on her face. "We should return to camp."

I shifted to move away, but had to stop to look at her because she just wouldn't let go of my arm. My glare was lost on her. Kahlan was too busy sliding a hand up to my shoulder and losing the other in my hair after brushing it from my face. I didn't say anything, didn't move, didn't breathe. Somehow, for some damned reason, I managed a crooked grin. "Going to confess me?"

"I've tried that before, remember?" A finger traced my jawline.

Well that failed. "I'm sure the wizard will be happy for me to let him sleep."

"Even in the Con Dar, I couldn't confess you. Confessed and in the Con Dar, I couldn't confess you."

"You can't seem to keep up with the conversation, Confessor. You need sleep as badly as the wizard."

Her arms found their way around my neck and she stepped into the embrace, her body just barely touching mine. Just barely, but it was enough to make my insides flare with heat. For the first time in my life, I thanked the Spirits, thanked them for the fact Kahlan had buried her face in my neck. If she was looking at me…

"Your heart's beating wildly." Even if I had a sharp remark, I wasn't capable of saying it. I wondered how much effort it'd take to break her hold on me and run. Shamelessly. My resolve was steadily dying just from the feel of her chest as she breathed. When did I stop breathing? She moved, her lips far too close to my ear. "You don't want to know who's better for me than the great Lord Rahl, the noble Seeker of Truth?"

My jaw worked and my voice failed me once, but I tried again. "Who?"

Soft lips I'd had the most inappropriate thoughts about brushed against my jaw as Kahlan pressed her body more firmly against me. Five words in my ear. Five words and my control imploded, likely to never be seen again.

"I'll give you one guess."

A/N: And then panic seizes Cara and she hauls ass.
And then Cara ravishes Kahlan in the middle of the woods, meanwhile Zedd is grumpy about not being able to sleep.
And then they have a small moment and return to camp. Zedd is happy.

There's so many directions this could go, but that's the end of this one. I already know what the next one will be about, so I'll see you next time. Hopefully you enjoy getting your Cara/Kahlan fix as much as I do.