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İFebruary 1998
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.
Xena just held that hidden part of Gabrielle. It was shyly tucked within the safety of the lubricated pouch and the thick flesh half curled in her palm. The warrior suspected that this was quite reminiscent of how the bard actually felt. She needed coaxing.
That was something the Warrior Princess was very good at.
Skilled even.
The Elysian kissed the Tartaran, sweetly teasing, provoking, pushing the redhead past the first rest of arousal's satiation. She deliberately moved thigh and body over Gabrielle's. Xena rubbed her tits into and against fleshy dark marks, murmuring and humming the Tartaran's first name with each careful stroke and caress. "ooh Gabrielle," she said in breathy intonations that sent ripples of pleasure and lust through both of them.
The timid heated slick flesh began to respond to her touch, uncurling from it's protective circle and lengthening within the olive skinned woman's firm grip. "Oh gods, Xena," Gabrielle prayed. It had never been like this, never, with anyone else. This part of her, which had lain dormant (save for her own tentative touches), since the beginning of her first change, began to wake under the warrior's ministrations.
Trust.
She'd never trusted anyone as much as she trusted Xena.
Her life . . .
Her life had always been in Xena's hands, from the moment she'd taken that first chance of following, till the very end. She knew of no one better than one who'd known life and death personally, from almost every angle, to trust.
Or maybe it was just love.
Love.
She loved Xena with all her heart.
She'd thought that she would never see the warrior again. She'd barred those places in herself to keep from looking and remembering. But she'd heard her warrior's last words . . .and even Elysia's famed forgetting could not erase that stalwart determination which led Xena to the last place Gabrielle had wanted her warrior to be.
So now Gabrielle lay completely open. Her thighs parted for whatever Xena wanted to do with her. Her tail stroked the warrior's back, but didn't interfere. Her head lolled back into the pillow and she gave herself away. She felt a part her self lift and stiffen out of the pouch in Xena's warm grasp. She also poured her need from her center and she was unsure what she wanted to do more, though she knew it all felt right. Each connection that Xena made felt perfect and pieces of Gabrielle's soul started returning from deep hidden places.
"Xena" she purred helplessly, appreciatively as their mouths connected once again. Gabrielle, lifted her crimson body aching, needing. Xena moved her hand, to the redhead's protests and moved her body so that she hovered over Gabrielle without touching, but centered just over a throbbing stillness. Blue eyes gazed into Green depths with incredible seriousnes.
"Gabrielle."
There was no seduction in the term, just acknowledgement and truth. There was no hiding anymore. "This isn't all," the bard said, unable to stop herself. "I. ..this isn't all that I am here." She could have cried right then for the welling of fear that took over her chest. There were so many things Xena didn't know. Gabrielle. . .Izzy. . .was much more than she seemed.
There was compassion.
And love.
"I know Gabrielle. I know it." Soft lips were a whisper away from kissing.
The bard's voice trembled, "I don't know what will happen." The results, she couldn't didn't know. "I don't know what will happen."
"I trust you." Xena breathed into the Tartaran's soul. "I love you." The Tartaran's fire was stoked, "Take me, I'm yours," Xena offered herself as lips met lips.
Who was whose? Gabrielle wondered, since she knew who owned her soul and heart.
"How?" It was a question of fundamental importance. To have *it* done to one, was not quite the same as doing it. If Xena trusted her so much, Gabrielle had NO intention of hurting her.
Xena giggled. She couldn't help herself. She lifted her mouth from the Tartaran's and gently soothed the red woman's forehead, "Oh love." She smiled down into worried eyes. "Let me show you."
Then, gently guiding the Tartaran so she was the one crouching, Xena spread herself open to Gabrielle's gaze. The warrior smiled at her lover, "I think you've been here before."
"It's not quite the same, Xena." They looked at each other and this time both of them burst into giggles. Gabrielle felt the press of her desire poking at her belly and found it highly disconcerting. "Guide me?" she asked, needing.
"Yes." The warrior agreed. Then she reached, one hand guiding lovely red hips and the other guiding a tender fleshed pike into a warm sweet hollow. Gabrielle slid in more fully than she imagined and it made her heart quiver.
"Gods Xena," She looked up with eyes that were for a moment innocent of anything but the moment, "You feel so good."
The warrior gasped back, feeling as if the rough edges of her day were finally being smoothed, feeling the depth and width of her lover inside her. "As do you." They smiled and kissed and the Tartaran pressed in, then on intution retreated. "Oh. .yep. .see. ." Xena gasped, "You do know."
"Mmm," The bard said into the next kiss. Her lips dropped down to a nuzzle and her tail wrapped under Xena's hips. Then she moved again, delighting in the way she was eveloped. "This part," she moaned, "I can figure out."
They giggled again. Then they began to move together to a new tempo, meeting each other more than halfway, touching and caressing. The Tartaran tupped the warrior over and over and over, reaching deeply inside, quivering her own excitement, deeply appreciating the way Xena took her in and moved against her.
Their hands and lips did more. The warrior was indeed versatile. When she discovered the Tartaran's fountain, she stroked the tidy gem of Gabrielle's desire until the bard thought she would either cum or fall apart from sheer ecstasy. They played at the sparkling stream until the peak washed over them with such intensity that they both called in surprise and delight.
Gabrielle rested inside Xena. That bit of flesh was more relaxed, but still somewhat at the ready. If they wanted, the bard was sure they could have another go. If they were up to it. She was, however, unsure of when her lover had taken the top position, but she was not going anywhere or regretting it. Xena's body rested upon her, sweaty, breathing hard. They were both breathing deeply.
"That was," the bard panted, "much better than I expected." It had been. . soul nourishing. ..for some reason. She looked with deep love at Xena, whose satiated smile was radiant. Gabrielle's red hand slid over a sweatslicked shoulder in a gentle caress. "Xena, my love," she said, her voice filled with true admiration, "You really Are good." She meant it in all ways.
Xena hid her response, thinking that she knew who had been truly good. Instead, the warrior smirked, and rotated her hips to make Gabrielle gasp, "I have many skills." They stared at each other for a millisecond and love flowed into laughter.
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