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The following is a bit of alternative fiction based on certain characters from the Xenaverse. It is not meant to infringe on anyone else's rights. If you don't agree or disapprove, please go read something else.
Xex Alert: Hey, they just Got Married! They're entitled
Bliss. This was sheer bliss, thought Gabrielle as she leaned against her lover and basked in the warmth of the spring. Her fingers lazily drew patterns on Xena's forearm. Her hazel eyes were hooded in a sultry gaze. The cave was dark, save for the point of light that escaped under the crevice of the door and a friendly flickering oil lamp on a table. It was enough light.
Xena's free hand still lightly played with red gold curls, even as her other arm supported her wife. She lightly nuzzled her love's neck, but not over ardently. They were both still savoring the afterglow.
Gabrielle whispered, "I didn't think it could get better." She felt Xena smile against her neck and then the wetness of a tongue's quick lick. She shivered with delight and felt a response in the depth of her body. Xena had better be careful or they'd be at it again and honestly, Gabrielle wasn't sure how much more she could take. The warrior's playful touch was becoming distracting again.
Gabrielle decided maybe it was time to turn around. She began by disengaging, which got a low reluctant growl from Xena. Then, while she was floating free, she turned around and slid back into the warrior's waiting arms. Now they pressed against each other front to front and Gabrielle was questioning why she thought this would be less distracting. She looked up into blue eyes that reflected the light of the available lamps, "Warrior mine, I have got it bad for you."
Xena grinned lazily and kissed the bard's nose, "It is quite mutual love."
Gabrielle's stomach gave out a gurgling grumble, "But I think it may be time for us to do other things."
Xena couldn't help the smile, "oh?"
"If one could live on love alone, I am very sure you and I would be quite portly by now." Xena laughed a full bodied chuckle, "but, my love, I believe it is time for us to meet some of life's basic necessities." Xena's stomach gurgled in agreement and they both grinned. Gabrielle began extracting herself again and stood up in the pond. The water reached her chin. The warrior floated to where her bard stood and let her feet settle to the ground, then she carefully lifted the red head up and out of the warm water and onto the surface of the cave's smooth floor. Then, using the strength of her arms, Xena lifted herself out causing Gabrielle to stare at the lithe, wet beauty for a moment despite herself.
Xena grinned as she grabbed a towel and tossed one to Gabrielle, "Love, you best stop looking at me like that or I will have to ravish you and we won't get out the door." She resisted the impulse to help the red head dry down, knowing exactly where that would lead, at least here. If they'd been on a cave escaping the chill of a driving rain, she'd have gladly dried down the bard and thought nothing of it. But in this haven, they'd given in to their passions with a depth of enthusiasm neither had known they'd possessed and it affected everything.
The bard blinked and shook her head to clear her mind and then started drying off. This time it was Xena's turn to go breathless and she had to deliberately shift her eyes away from the sensuous motion of the towel. She grinned as she dressed in the robes provided by the inn. Yes, this joining thing had definitely been a good idea, despite the grief it could have given them. She was going to have to thank her mother sometime.
When they were both reasonably dry and dressed they left the cave, switched the sign to unoccupied and headed for the inn.
No one knew how the fire started, but they suspected it was their crazy neighbors again. It razed through the village, carried by wind and a seeming will of its own. The envoys of the Queen's regent, Arete and Kalai, who were to be celebrating their joining in the supposedly peaceful village, lent their strength and strategy in fighting the marauding flames. In fact, it was they who led the bucket brigade, somehow never quite getting burnt or too close. The fire would back away at their arrival or if one of them left, it would try to follow. Arete found herself treating the flames as if it were a living being and when it tried to or seemed to try to follow Kalai she shouted, "And where in tartarus do you think you're going?" She could have sworn she heard it whimper. At one point, in deep frustration as she watched the flames take out yet another thatched roof, she shouted, "Damn it all, stop spreading!" And , oddly enough, the fire never seemed to move off the roof and in fact seemed to die out entirely because it no longer consumed the dry roofing (although it could have been because of all the water that got tossed on the roof.) But then, it seemed as if the fire seemed to quit terrorizing the village altogether and gathered itself close to, but not quite near Kalai and her blonde giant (that's what she called her lover). The flames were almost completely gone, when the last of the buckets of water were about to be spread over them. Kalai stopped one of the village Amazons from dousing the fire.
"Do you hear that?" she asked and she received a look of confusion. Kalai knelt and looked at the poorly flickering fire. It seemed to her, if she looked really close, that she saw a face, a very frightened face. "Wait." She looked about for something safe, something long and spied one of the torches that were used to light the way at night. She looked at her lover, who was closer to the torch than she and shouted, "Arete, could you grab that and come here." Arete gave her one of those looks that said, are you kidding? But she did as requested and handed the torch to her brown eyed lover. Kalai crouched and held the torch just out of reach of the flames. She stared at it until she thought she saw eyes that flickered up and looked at the torch and then back at her. She kept it simple. "If you want to live, you jump on this torch and behave."
The flame leapt and cried in flickering voice, "BEHAVE!"
Kalai and Arete stared at each other. The Amazons stared at the envoys and the flame flickered and stared at its saviors.
It was Arete who spoke next, "We need to put it somewhere. Somewhere safe.
The fire spoke in full agreement, "Safe." It looked around and all it saw was angry Amazons. "Safe," it repeated. Then it seemed to think a bit and pointed, if you can call flickering in a direction pointing, at the Amazons in the village. "In Error."
Kalai looked confused, "Huh?"
The flame, who'd had a big day, considering, tried again. "In Error. Fire out."
Kalai looked at Arete, who shrugged.
It was the priestess who showed the way, by clapping a hand to her mouth after shouting, "By the Gods!"
Arete had a sudden suspicion. She stalked to the sheepish looking priestess and narrowed her eyes, "You wouldn't happen to know what it's talking about would you, Yvonne?"
The priestess gulped and nodded. "I do. I think." She looked up at the tall blonde Amazon and then at Kalai, who was still holding the torch. "You'd better follow me."
She led them, and a large group of the village Amazons the to the temple and inside. There they saw, much to the chagrin of the priestess, that the hearth flames were completely gone. Kalai looked astonished. "The house guardian was dead and you didn't say anything?"
"Well, we were going to do a ceremony, but" the priestess started. Kalai sniffed in disdain and turned to look at the flames.
"You sure you want to stay in the temple?" She eyed the priestess angrily. No wonder that fire had gotten out of hand. "If you stay you have to guard the village. You can't go burning it up like you just did."
"Stay. Will Guard." it flickered in response. The priestess issued a sigh of relief. Kalai looked at Arete who nodded sagely at the hearth.
Arete spoke sweetly, almost kindly, though her face looked quite angry, "Yvonne, you'd better put the feed down and you'd better not let this happen again."
The fire put in its two dinars, "NOT let happen!"
"I won't. I won't. I swear! Hestia's fire will burn bright."
The priestess laid the feed down and Kalai held the torch over it. Once again the flames leapt. The torch ceased to burn. The feed was eaten until a small flame burned serenely in the hearth. And everyone was glad that Arete and Kalai had been there, though the blonde and the brunette could think of a quieter way to spend their joining celebration. Fortunately for them, their guest hut was one of the few untouched by the flames and the chieftess refused to let anyone else share it with them. There were perks to being the Queen's consorts.
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