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: Some beginning trifles.
They'd just finished eating dinner in their two part hut and were hanging around talking to each other. Iovene had, in her unique way, wished everyone goodnight, quite more regretfully than she even knew how to deal with. It was safer for them to think she was just tired, rather than let them know of her seer's vision catching her and telling her she should go. There would be a time later when. . . .
Anyway, she said goodnight and left for her own guest space in someone's hut. It's funny but a dowser, or a good one, tends to make friends everywhere. Hers was a handy talent. At least she wouldn't be totally alone, except in her bed. Though she didn't anticipate much sleep, her sensitivities regarding her friends were very high and she could feel the energy slipping off of them and drifting through the night air.
Still, it was good to visit with her friend. She and Xanka talked well into the night. To Iovene's gratified surprise, later in her bed, she wasn't as alone as she'd expected. Xanka's sweet touch gentled the ache Iovene felt and the curly woman actually had more sleep than she'd anticipated.
The guest hut was fairly large, but only a two room affair. It had a receiving room and the bedroom. The receiving room was the larger of the two rooms and the bed room, in a clever Amazon compromise, had two beds. They were against opposite walls. Gabrielle, struck by a playful mood, had shouted dibs on the southernmost bed and plunked the travel bag down on it. Kalai and Arete had claimed the other side.
With Iovene's departure the four corners were left to themselves and a terribly awkward silence fell. They sat around the table and tried to avoid staring at each other. It was, really, the first time they had been alone, together, since the bonding.
Kalai stood up and away from the table and laid her hands on Arete's shoulders, one to each side. She smiled tremulously, "so," her voice rose in pitch with just that word and then died in the air. Arete inhaled unevenly. Xena looked contemplative. Gabrielle fiddled with a roll and found herself looking into a pair of soft green eyes belonging to a tall blonde woman. It affected the bard far more than she expected.
The stillness in the room fell heavy around them. The fire in the hearth flickered and crackled, driving the chill of the evening away. Gabrielle sighed, broke eye contact with Arete, whose gaze had turned very solemn, and then she pushed her chair back and stood up.
She stepped towards Xena, leaned down, unsmiling, and kissed the the warrior. Her intent had been a simple smooch, something to reassure herself and bolster her courage. The olive skinned woman, however, acted on an intuition that had been honed through the years and heightened by the eruption of inherent gifts, grasped the strawberry blonde's head in her hand and deepened the kiss until Gabrielle was moaning against her tongue. It was as if the air were tinder, for suddenly the room smoldered with sensuality, where before the tension had been the discomfort of unfamiliarity.
Xena deliberately tore her lips away and turned her smoldering gaze upon the two women who were watching, gape mouthed. She turned back and poured herself into another kiss. Then she pushed herself into a standing position without losing that sweet contact. This time when she pulled away from the kiss, she stepped away and Gabrielle, who had been lost to the sensation of the warrior's mouth upon hers. The fair woman opened her eyes to stare up into blue desire.
Xena spoke, her voice husky, "I think it's time to take you to bed my love." There was a collective shudder and no mistaking the meaning. Xena looked up at Kalai and Arete, her eyes were dark and frothy. There was a pause in the breathing of the room.
She smiled, almost softly, but there was an intensity, a driving force that demanded that Arete stand and Kalai move. Xena spoke decisively, "Arete, let's go prepare the room. Kalai, you come and," there was that wicked smile, "entertain the Queen." Xena gathered the bard in for one last knee wilting kiss then let her go. Gabrielle had to lean against the edge of the table for support.
Kalai, feeling an odd sense of obedience take over, found herself facing Gabrielle a few seconds later. They stared at each other while Arete and Xena made a quiet exit. Then Kalai quipped, quite unable to stop her mouth, which seemed to always take over when she was nervous, "There once was a farmer from Glyfada."
The next thing Gabrielle and Kalai knew, they were leaning in each others arms, and telling naughty limericks. Each one was more riotous, more vivid and eyebrow raising than the last. The strawberry blonde, using her bardic talent, had just finished making one up about a maiden and priapus, and brunette was beginning another one from her vast repertoire when Arete stepped out to survey the damage.
The blonde warrior shook her head ruefully at the spectacle before her. She caught the tail end of Kalai's final verse and blinked her eyes at that particular use of a carrot. "Kalai!!! Where do you Hear these things?!!"
The Queen and her youngest consort looked at each other and burst into more gales of helpless laughter. Arete started forward, but felt the pressure of a hand on their shoulder. Xena whispered in her ear, "Let them be. Gabrielle needs this. Go damp out the fire, douse the candles and come back to me," There was a soft slide to Xena's voice, and the implication of those words sent a shudder through Arete's body. Xena continued, speaking confidently, "they'll follow when they realize it's dark." The electrical sensation of a pair of lips upon her cheek hastened the blonde warrior's footsteps.
By the time the candles were doused, Gabrielle and Kalai had moved from the limerick's enforced embrace into one completely of their own making. It took one of them actually opening their eyes to realize that it was quite dark and that the light had moved to the bedroom. Gabrielle took a breath and asked, "Are you ready for this?"
Kalai looked seriously at the woman in her arms and paused, "No, not really. You?"
The strawberry blonde spoke gently, "No, not really." Then she gently kissed the smaller woman, "but you know what?"
"What?"
"I'm glad it's you two."
Kalai smiled back, "Me too." Then she blinked, and said, "Me. .I mean I'm glad it's you. . .and Xena. . .I mean. ."
Gabrielle touched tender, newly familiar lips with lightly calloused fingers, "I know what you mean." She reassured the smaller woman with a hug. Then their lips came together in another kiss that was sweet, gentle, hot and more stirring than either expected.
They might have been nervous, but their bodies and souls knew what to do. The kiss lingered for a bit and they pulled away panting. Gabrielle smiled gently. Her eyes adjusted to the dark and she noted the soft expression on Kalai's face, "Let's go see what our warriors are up to."
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