Disclaimers: Gabrielle & Xena belong to Renaissance Pictures. The Blood & Roses Xenaverse belongs to Katrina. William Shakespeare, in my humble opinion, belongs entirely to himself as do other historical figures I've briefly borrowed. All is meant in fun. As for sex, yes, lots. If you're feeling prudish, don't read this. Or Shakespeare. Or particularly the Bible, for that matter.
Xena's only chance is the possibility that Gabrielle hasn't woken up yet. She opens the door very quietly. There is still a Gabrielle shaped lump in the bed, clutching a pillow. Xena listens for Gabrielle's breathing. It sounds like the rhythm of sleep. This is good, Xena thinks.
She pulls off her doublet and shirt quickly, drying her damp hair with the shirt. She finds a comb, untangles her hair with it, and is tying it back with a leather thong when she realizes green eyes are watching her from the bed.
The view Gabrielle has, having turned over a moment before, is of Xena in tights and boots, raised arms lifting tanned, coral-tipped full breasts as she ties the thong around her hair.
"I must be dreaming. What a vision stands before me.", Gabrielle purrs, beginning to wake rapidly.
"I was just going to get you some breakfast.", Xena says, lowering her arms to reach into her bag for another shirt.
"I know what I want for breakfast and it does not involve you putting another shirt on."
Xena drops the clean shirt in her hand guiltily. "I was just--"
"Out getting into some sort of trouble, I'm sure. Tell me about it later." Gabrielle's eyes have been changing slowly from green to ochre and her fangs lengthening. She holds out her arms to Xena.
Xena suddenly can only hear the throbbing of her own pulse magnified by Gabrielle's awareness and the connection between the two women. Xena moves to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning over Gabrielle, waiting.
Gabrielle draws Xena into her arms. She tastes the scar over Xena's right breast, a mark left not by past battles, but by Gabrielle's hunger alone and at Xena's request. Xena shudders in anticipation. She feels the sharp points of Gabrielle's fangs touch her skin, then the fierce, sudden thrust of penetration that her body turns quickly from pain to pleasure. Xena's pleasure slowly loses the sharp edge and becomes a haze surrounding her as she holds Gabrielle and loses herself in the sensation of flowing into her lover.
Of the two, Gabrielle is more aware, but still enjoys the hot, thick, almost spicy liquid filling her throat. She is still ashamed of her heritage in some ways and holds back some of the urges she has. Once, not long ago, when she fed from Xena, she let her hand wander to the nipple of Xena's left breast and grasp it tightly. Xena arched her back into Gabrielle and cried out. Gabrielle remembers this moment as she stops drinking, lowers Xena back onto the bed, and licks the blood from the rapidly closing wound on the tanned chest.
"You are delicious," Gabrielle whispers in Xena's ear. "Take the rest of your clothes off and come back to bed."
"This is why you wanted to stay inside somewhere.", Xena responds.
"Yes. It really is."
"Well, then, who am I to argue with the Queen of the Amazons?" Xena removes her remaining clothes and climbs back into bed.
"Good attitude, warrior. Now, tell me what you were up to when I woke up earlier and no one was here beside me."
"And if I don't tell you?"
Gabrielle rolls over so that she is on top of Xena, breasts touching breasts, hips touching hips, and says in Xena's ear, "Then you don't get the punishment I thought up while you were gone." Gabrielle rolls back to her side of the bed.
Xena begins telling Gabrielle of her morning.
"I am not laughing." Gabrielle is trying to hold her mouth closed in a straight line.
"No, of course not." Xena nods, trying to remain serious.
"Because you did scare the poor man and it isn't funny."
"No." Xena's mouth is quirked into half a smile.
"Nor is it funny that he can't write."
"Maybe you can help him with that." Xena says seriously.
"Maybe. However, you getting a bucket of water dumped on your head." Gabrielle threatens to lose control and start laughing at this point.
"Gabrielle.", growls Xena.
"Oh, right, not funny at all either." Gabrielle gives up and starts laughing.
Both Immortals are surprised by a small voice from the end of the bed saying, "You two aren't taking this nearly seriously enough."
Xena and Gabrielle look at the end of the bed. A fairie stands on the bedcovers, having just flown in through the window. He walks up the bed to stand between the two women, who are sitting up in astonishment causing the covers to fall from their chests. Xena realizes this first and pulls the covers up further over Gabrielle, unbalancing the fairie.
"Hey! Stop that. I've seen those things before. Get over it." He is hovering above the covers and lands again carefully. "Now, you two have some things to do here." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny piece of paper which, when unrolled, falls down over the edge of the bed onto the floor.
"Are you sure we aren't dreaming?", Gabrielle asks Xena.
"This," Xena points to the fairie, "is not the sort of thing I usually have dreams about."
"Pay attention, please. I do have other things to do, you know." The fairie stamps a small foot impatiently.
"Are you a fairie?", asks Gabrielle politely.
"No, I'm a brick wall. What do you think? Sheesh."
Xena picks the fairie up very carefully between two fingers. "Be nice to her or I'm going to start making a collection of squashed fairies beginning with you. Are we clear?" The fairie nods quickly. "Good." Xena puts him back down. "Say your piece."
"Well, you have to get Shakespeare writing again and you have to make sure the Queen lives through the latest plot to kill her. And should you get Shakespeare and his wife back together, Titania, Queen of the Realm of Fairie, promises to be extra grateful because she does like a bit of romance." He comes to the end of his announcement for them with paper still remaining. He rerolls the scroll.
"What was the rest of the scroll?" wonders Gabrielle.
"My shopping list, if you must know. There. Message delivered. Must be going now."
He takes off from the bed. Xena plucks him from mid-air with one hand.
"Wait a second. Why do we have to do this?", Xena asks, her fist closed loosely around the fairie.
"Shakespeare has to write more plays. One with fairies in it. Elizabeth's death puts us closer to the Puritans. They don't believe in fairies. Not good. Titania doesn't like it.", squeaks a small voice from within Xena's hand.
"I didn't know fairies could see into the future.", says Gabrielle.
"Not in general. Just certain specific things.", squeaks the voice again.
"You mean just things concerning fairies.", observes Xena.
"Well, you could put it that way.", the fairie answers, sounding a bit offended. "I would like to leave now."
Xena opens her hand. The fairie stands on her palm, straigthens his clothes, unfurls his wings and flies out the window through a small gap in the curtains.
"I haven't even had my breakfast yet.", complains Xena.
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