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: The following part has very naughty bits. You do not have to read this chapter to follow the story. If you do not wish to view this part you may skip ahead
Solari glanced at the small, carefully wrapped package in her hands and speculated about what it might contain. Her lips quirked as she remembered standing outside the door, acting her part as guard and waiting on Eponin. What had that woman been doing? She'd certainly acted smug when she'd finally arrived at the door of the Queen's room and dumped the package in Solari's hand with a bid to give it to Gabrielle. Then her warrior friend had scurried off without so much as an, "I'll be back."
The light haired Vera glanced at Solari and waited for the signal to knock. The senior guard nodded and Vera knocked cautiously, fully aware of the Queen's rather grumpy mood.
The heavy wooden door swung open rather abruptly and an angry strawberry blonde glared at her guards. "WHAT?" she asked, not so nicely.
Solari gave a shaky smile. "Something for you, your majesty, from Xena." The amazon extended the bundle to the bard queen. Gabrielle's expression softened as she retrieved the package from Solari's hand.
"Thanks. Sorry for growling at you." Gabrielle gave her guards a genuine smile, "It's been a . . .long day." Her guards returned her smile and waited as she closed the door, then they returned to their duty.
Solari turned to Vera. "I'm going to find out what Eponin is up to. I'll send Roen up as your relief. Tomorrow night Eponin gets the midshift watch." Vera grinned at the Amazon in appreciation. Those hours after the middle of the night to almost but not quite dawn we're almost always the most challenging. It was good to know *she* wouldn't have to worry about it.
Gabrielle was grateful, though she would have rather been with Xena, that she was at least in a room by herself tonight. One of the perks of being a Queen, you don't have to share a room with your mother. She set the package on her bed and wondered what Xena could have sent her. She knelt by the bed and began unwrapping her gift.
Gabrielle's fingers carefully separated the items before her. Her eyes were wide with appreciation and her heart was full of the knowledge that Xena loved her indeed. She picked up the small note which only said, "Think of me." and pressed it to her lips, then she set it aside. Then she opened a very tiny cloth bundle tied with string and revealed its contents of clipped short dark curls, small fragrant petals and herbs, and one shimmering pearl. The implications of the gift caused her heart to catch her attention with its powerful response. She carefully retied the bundle and laid it by her pillow.
Her next gift consisted of a blue silken square of cloth. It was the exact color of Xena's eyes and Gabrielle wondered where the warrior could have procured it and when. It was so soft that she held it to her face. Then she caught the pleasurable scent of Xena herself. When Gabrielle realized what she was smelling she couldn't stop from grinning and she held the kerchief up for a deeper inhalation. She let her fingers explore the cloth and realized that it was still a little wet. Gabrielle moaned quietly and was mighty glad she wasn't standing up for her body suddenly felt a little weak.
Gabrielle pulled herself onto the bed and sat down with her legs folded under her. She grinned, "Think of me indeed." Gabrielle laughed gently. "Now I'll think of nothing else." She could feel her pulse pounding and a warm tightening in her belly. She sniffed at the kerchief again and had a vision of blue blue eyes gazing with desire. The bard's mouth suddenly felt dry and she had a vivid awareness that if she wanted to sleep, she was going to need to . . .need to.
She shrugged out of her night clothes quickly. Her nipples tingled alert and she splayed her fingers across one of her breasts, surrounding her nipples with her lovely digits. She brought that hand up to her mouth and licked those fingers, then she tweaked her nipples, imagining that they were Xena's lips. Her mouth even whispered her warrior's name. There was an answering surge of wetness and warmth and she let one hand drift down to her reddish blonde curls and play. The other continued its teasing manipulation of her breasts.
She was so slick with desire that the wetness had already seeped past the small hairs of her triangle. Gabrielle's breathing changed as she let her hands do their work and find their rhythm. She lay back on the bed and tilted her hips for easier access. Then she began rocking, her mind imaging the woman she loved, the warrior's scent still fresh in her memory. She imagined what the warrior princess would be doing if she were here in the bed with her, right now and that fantasy was so powerful, so persuasive and liberating, that the exclamation of her climax was almost equal to what it might have been if Xena *had* actually been there.
Gabrielle let her body unroll and brought her wet hand to her lips. Then she found the kerchief and laid it on her pillow under her head. She curled her hand around the other bundle and held it loosely. The last word she said, before she fell asleep, was the warrior princess' name.
ŠJune 1997