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URL: ../../STO/hell/hell46.htmlThe 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.
Perdicus shifted uncomfortably on the striger. He could feel Hope's penetrating stare burn a hole through his chest. The look caused two reactions. First, was the desire to kick his heels into the striger's body and zoom past the girl and second, was a sudden surge of need from his lower extremities.
It didn't help that Hope looked like Gabrielle. And she so definitely wasn't. Gabrielle didn't kill. He knew that. Everyone knew that. Gabrielle was an adventurer, but she'd had her principles. Perdicus respected that. Just as he'd respected her gentleminded acceptance of her love for Xena.
If he'd have known...
If he'd known..
he still would have married her. He'd been in that selfish stage.
Back then, he wouldn't have understood how she felt. Not toward another woman...not towards any woman. He might have thought, "oh, they're great friends." Just as he'd understood from the beginning...but he wouldn't have known
not the way he did now..
how very much Gabrielle had loved.
Even him.
Gabrielle wasn't one to do things by halves. She gave her whole heart, and once given, it stayed that way.
Perdicus looked in Hope's direction.
How many times had he heard Gabrielle pray for her daughter? How many times had he felt her regret at...killing ......
Perdicus blinked, and nearly fell off his Striger.
Sometimes he was so furking slow!!!!
No wonder Gabrielle hadn't wanted to marry...at first....He was such a dunce. What had she called him. . ."Dull."
Gods. Now he understood.
The Elysian gripped the reigns and pushed back the sudden anger he felt. His eyes narrowed as he gazed at the back of a young woman who looked so much like his wife. Despite himself he felt the pull of arousal that Hope inspired. He cursed himself for it. He was unsure whether his need arose from the image...or the substance...
It didn't help that the striger's even walk was already providing an adequate amount of stimulus. He hadn't needed any more excitement than what was already coursing through his system. Damn it, there were places that were all too tender, even though Marcus had been a remarkably gentle lover...
Perdicus sighed, and looked over at the exmercenary. His lips quirked in a sardonic smile. Not that Marcus wasn't having similar problems. Not that he didn't enjoy acquiring that tenderness...just...just..
Marcus turned briefly, perhaps feeling Perdicus' stare. He smiled at Perdicus, showing bright white teeth. The young farmer turned warrior returned the smile somewhat helplessly.
Sometimes, Perdicus thought, a body just had to not think too much.
The young man urged his steed forward until he was side by side with Marcus. The big man leaned and gave his thigh a squeeze. There was another smile, less toothy, but genuine. "She may turn you on, but she'll kill you." Marcus said.
Perdicus grinned and shook his head ruefully. It wasn't the death that he was afraid of, "Yah, well, at least when you stab me, it feels good." They looked at each other for several heartbeats, then both began to laugh hard enough that their tribesmates stared.
The stones that guarded the path looked on silently.
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