Among Friends

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.

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Gabrielle wasn't sure what she was expecting. Okay, yes she was. She was thinking that they'd (meaning herself and Kalai) would walk into the room and see that their warriors had been waiting for them, maybe even have the beds turned down and ready, possibly conversing (no doubt in warrior speak). She even thought maybe they might have moved onto kissing, since she and Kalai had most definitely moved onto that point.She never even thought they might be . . .on the floor, near the fire (but not too close). .on top of furcovered mattresses, with Xena's face pressed and moving between tan thighs.

Arete's fingers were  well clenched into the surface of the furs and her powerful hips were arched upwards, following the wildly skilled tracings of Xena's tongue. Xena's arms were wrapped around the Amazon's thighs in support. She was kneeling, crouched over, her breasts brushing the surface of the furs. From the sounds they were making, which were low and groaning and soft and infinitely arousing, they were most definitely enjoying themselves.

Gods. It was the sexiest thing Gabrielle had ever seen, almost profoundly so. Okay, one of many sexy things. That was how it was with Xena. Everything was potentially erotic around her, whether it be bed or battle or happiness or sorrow. She was purely magnificent to behold and now was no exception. Gabrielle felt herself responding and if there was a moment of jealousy, it was leeched out of her so quickly, because of the vivid desire she felt towards her lover, that the red head never recognized it.

Instead she felt a flash of concern for Kalai and turned, only to see that the little one's face was as rapt with about the same amount of carnal attention as the bard had been experiencing.. Her gaze flickered back. She saw that Xena had shifted and lifted her face, which was wet with the blonde's juices, and was watching them watching her. The darkly gorgeous woman's stormy blue eyes narrowed seductively, pulling Gabrielle into the fire of her passion. Xena's smile spoke of promises of things to come and Gabrielle found herself smiling back and reaching for the ties to her top. It was another moment that would bind itself to Gabrielle's memory and warm her to her elder days.

Arete looked back at them from a kind of upside down perspective, her eyes opening at the sudden loss of sensation. Then she closed them again, caring and not caring, and moaned, when she felt long graceful fingers trace their way around the edges of her sex. Kalai let go of Gabrielle's hand, quite unconsciously, and started forward, stripping quickly. She had the removal of her clothes down to a science and the articles of personal wear were soon strewn about the floor. In a heartbeat it seemed that she was nakedly on the pallet herself, delivering deeply wet kisses to her already highly stimulated spouse.

Gabrielle shuddered a breath. Gods, when Xena made a decision, she didn't waste time did she? It didn't even occur to the bard to get upset or think it was her priority. They'd talked about how to proceed since leaving the capitol, and this was just the natural outcome. Gabrielle trusted Xena's instincts. They'd saved her life too many times for her to ignore them.

The red head's top fell open not a moment too soon (for Arete was starting to plead, voluably), and revealed deliciously curved breasts with rosy puckered nipples. The effect was instantaneous. Xena's nostrils flared with an earthy hunger that rocked her to her very core, she moaned, and she plunged back into her wet work with a vastly renewed sense of ardor. Arete nearly, not quite, came right then.

Gabrielle took her time loosing her skirt from her trim hips, (though not too much time, she was feeling a pulse pounding urgency building just from watching) she was enjoying the watching as much as she anticipated enjoying the playing. In moments, she too was naked to the world and ready. The tips of her golden red curls, near the groove of her sex, hung dewey with lush desire. Everything in her felt tightly aware of what she was sensing (and it was more than just sight), from her nipples to her toes.

She joined them, taking over where Kalai's kisses left off, so the brown young Amazon could focus a bit of attention on Arete's breasts and abdomen. Gabrielle's hands were not still, one, wrapped itself in silky blonde hair, pushing Arete into the kiss, and the other covered one pink point, teasing it even higher. Arete groaned into the sweetness of the Queen's mouth, accepting her entrance and claim. They spent time on that, with Gabrielle thoroughly enjoying the exploration and the surrender. She felt bursts of awareness travelling through her body and thrilled to it.

Sometime later, Kalai's whispered, "Xena wants you" caught Gabrielle's attention, just barely. The bard reluctantly freed Arete from the kiss and smiled affectionately down at her and received a loving, if a bit wowed smile in return. Then the strawberry blonde kissed Kalai, whose proximity was too dear to ignore. They spent a few moments on that, touching each other, feeling with more than their hands, until they were almost unable to pull away. But Gabrielle was close enough to feel Xena's summons and was able finally to let go of the young woman in her arms. There was another sultry set of smiles and then the brunette amazon busied herself with Arete's lips and Gabrielle sought Xena.

Xena ignored Arete's growled protest when she sat up, but pulled her mate into a fiery slick kiss. Wet fingers trailed down Gabrielle's back, eliciting excited responses from sensitized nerve endings. She grinned wickedly at Gabrielle and whispered into her ear, "Do you like the taste?" She meant Arete's, knowing full well that her mouth was mixed with her own flavors and the Amazon's. Gabrielle knew and whimpered in response, her kisses were frantic now and Xena spent time returning them. The shivers were affirmation enough, but added to the desperate pressing of Gabrielle's body to hers, Xena knew that the bard liked Arete's flavor well enough. The dark woman grinned into the last set of kisses, sliding her lips to the bard's ear and whispered, "well, go get it!" It wasn't quite an order, more like permission (which Gabrielle both needed and didn't need) and in moments, the bard had taken Xena's place and was lavishing her attention on Arete's inflamed core.

Arete gasped out with relief and pleasure when a foreign tongue (not too foreign, she had developed some familiarity with it) began a salty invasion. Her eyes opened to find Xena's smiling face hovering over hers, then closed when she tasted herself. She groaned when the kiss left off and barely heard the whispered suggestion that had Kalai grinning and nodding, but it made the blonde even wetter, if possible.

When the luscious scent of her lover covered her, Arete was pretty sure she'd died and gone to Elysia. Her mouth took over where her brain left off, and Kalai was soon rocking her hips in serious time to Arete's desperately hungry attentions. Xena, meanwhile, made her way back around and slid under Gabrielle. The bard's head jerked up in startlement. She gasped for a breath, was captured in a kiss by Kalai and surrendered to the incredible sensation of Xena's mouth wrapping around the wet hub of her desire.

The kiss concluded and the strawberry blonde began a new assault on Arete's senses, using her fingers to plumb the Amazon's sweltering depths. The blonde, naturally enough, was the first of them to scream out her pleasure, digging in with her feet and practically lifting the bard off the ground. But that was okay, she was held onto. Kalai wrapped strong arms around her waist and laid her face against the tall woman's flat belly. Gabrielle's mouth and hands continued to love her slowly back down, until the woman found her center again.

Then, there was a bit of moving around, as Gabrielle took over Kalai's loving, so Arete could have a breather. The blonde rolled onto her belly and found herself smiling, with satiated green eyes, down at her lover. A gentle hand cupped her cheek and the next thing she knew she was kissing Kalai's sweet lips, caressing tender skin and fondling lovely breasts. Arete felt a passion in her heart, that just had to be vocalized and she found herself saying the words, "I love you," and "You are so beautiful," over and over.

Kalai grinned into the kisses, her heart was full. She returned the words, at full value and it was as if they were from them all. She decided that her hands, which couldn't quite reach Gabrielle, except for her shoulders and head, weren't too busy, so she used them, or one of them to lightly stroke Arete's center, teasing it open and delving a bit. Arete found herself spreading her knees, opening receptively again.

Gabrielle's hips could not remain still, and she was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on what she was doing. Xena was no longer under her, but now covered her bodily from the back. A hand entered her with long fingers, while the other diddled with her pleasure. Gabrielle was nearly delerious with the slick ecstacy the warrior's skilled hands were providing. She was also loving the feel of Xena's body sliding against her, the bump and grind of Xena's hips as the warrior slid a hot slick sex against her. The feel of her damp curls, and the pointed essence of Xena's desire was driving the fair woman wild.

Still, somehow, Gabrielle managed to focus enough that she could enjoy the hot taste of her new lover. She pressed into Kalai with her tongue, lapping with abandon, listening to the words Arete was saying and agreeing, fully agreeing and she articulated it in her own loving sounds and accompanying affirmation of love. She barely saw the movement of the blonde's body, but felt her proximity besides her and knew, without a doubt, that Xena was being kissed passionately, desperately, lovingly and those words poured out of Arete's mouth again and were so true, so very true, that Gabrielle felt as if a hot light turned on inside her chest and filled her whole body with it's warmth. Then Xena, her own voice dripping with exquisite voluptuous urgency responded with confirming words of her own and ground desperately into Gabrielle. When Gabrielle felt the whisper of Arete's breath against her ear and heard those words directed at herself, she couldn't hold back, not at all, and this time it was she who howled her release.

It flowed down into Kalai's center, through Arete, and up into Xena and back through Gabrielle again. Their voices became one, almost lyrical, harmonizing in note. Kalai clenched and shuddered around Gabrielle in orgasmic response, her toes curling into the surface of the furs, the one hand spasming inside Arete, the other grabbing into Gabrielle's shoulder (and they would joke lovingly about the marks for days after). Gabrielle was so incredibly aware of the powerful quake of Xena's body shaking and stilling against her that it was like experiencing her own rapturous completion twice. The same could be said of Xena. Arete, after their mutual cry was finished, who'd thought the first one was pretty damn good, fainted from the bliss second one.

Velona didn't know what got into Eudora that night. It was she who usually did the advancing, but the chieftess wasn't one to complain when good fortune smiled upon her. She simply attributed it to the woman's abduction and did her best to make it all go away. Velona didn't hear the corners' cry, she was so busy listening to Eudora's, which was much louder than she remembered any of her others being. Eudora, on the other hand, *heard* everything.

Iovene paced herself, knowing the surge would be arriving and so she was almost prepared for the impact. She had *No* idea how powerful it would be, and so she shuddered and wept and praised the gods with a truly aching and trembling release. Xanka thought she did a pretty good job for her friend, but didnt think she was *that* good. She was proud of herself for weeks and oddly she never had an opportunity to find out differently (in a good way! She met a lover who thought she was the endall/beall of the universe and by golly if that just doesn't make a difference).

Jacosta was looking at the moon when it happened. It was silvery blue and lit up the valley so much that the lanky woman thought she could see forever. Her hands were nowhere near her body, but rather placed firmly against the railing of the porch. Which was a good thing. She'd been thinking about how beautiful the night was, how grateful she was (if a bit lonely), when she felt the rush. It was a full body orgasm from nowhere that took her roughly to her knees and screamed through her with a vision. Only the trees heard her sobbing.

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