Arching, breathing, sweating, groaning, moaning, scratching, biting.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: Oh Boy Is There. .This is a Prurient Piece with a Bit of Kink (If you hear the crack of the whip then you'll be in the neighborhood) Proceed at your own risk. :)
Arching, breathing, sweating, groaning, moaning, scratching, biting.
"Oh Gods, that was deeper than I meant it to be."
"That's okay." A lopsided grin, "It felt good at the time."
"It's Bleeding!!!"
Chuckling. "I knew you weren't totally over it."
Blinking, staring.
Long fingers touching, stroking.
Gasping.
Plunging.
Arching, clenching. "Over. . ..over. .gods how can you do that?"
"This?" Wiggling, twitching, licking, tasting salt and sweat and juice.
"Uuungghhh. . .," panting hard and harder (again), "you're just," groaning.
Sliding, grinding, tasting, swirling, enjoying, savoring.
"Or this?"
Scraping, nibbling, teething.
Perking, pinking.
Teasing.
"Oh Gods. . trying to. . .gods. ." Closing eyes and reaching.
Delving, probing, rolling, caressing, smelling, grinning. "Or this?"
Rocking, rocking, rocking. "O gods o gods o gods. . ."
Warm kissing, tonguing, wetly, deeply. "My lovely bloody little bachae." Nipping, rhythmic, moving.
"Look" tilting, groaning,"who's" whimpering, "talking," grasping, wetly, "I can't," rolling, gripping, "believe," huffing, moaning, "we did," closing, opening, pressing, "this," gasping, "anyway." tilting, grinding, cycling redly.
Twinkling.
Rocking.
Swirling, tasting, fingering, fingerings.
Rocking, rocking. Frantic. "uuuunnnnnggggghhhhh, unnnnggghhh, Xeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnaaaaaaa!!!!!"
Pausing, stroking, licking, holding, caressing, cuddling, sliding.
"What's a little blood between friends?"
Sleepy sleepy lust, "I'll get you back for this."
Wicked wicked smile, "I'm counting on it."
The bard was too sated to argue, the beginning ache in her belly temporarily dispersed by the afterglow of their lovemaking, her head resting against Xena familiarly. Talk about unexpected.
She'd not known how Xena would react. The red head had been looking forward to this evening, right up until she realized she'd started. It was a little bit early, okay a lot bit early, and she'd been unsure of how to approach the problem, except her usual way. She dealt with it head on.
Xena said it was stress, had held the bard companionably in her arms and reassured the flowing woman. Nothing wrong, just the timing. It hadn't been set in stone, they could wait.
Wait? The bard had shook her head. Couldn't they, wouldn't she consider, maybe a little. There was some blushing and stammering; trying to explain why, but not really able to. How does one explain something like this? It was like pinching your breast so you could feel the tingle. It was like the opposite of a tickle only not. It was rougher, stingier, but the way Xena delivered the touch warmed all the way down to the pit of her stomach. It had boiled down to, "I mean I know we can't . . .at least not all the way, but. . .It feels so *good* when you do it." That had gotten the redhead a lovely kiss, a burning down to her belly kiss. It made her regret that they'd not be able to, that she'd not be able to. . .well, maybe later, while Xena was asleep. . .Gabrielle used her own hand often enough in similar circumstances. It might be a little messy, but a person could wash their hands and it helped sometimes. Okay, most times.
Gabrielle was not raised by a family that spoke about their sexuality easily, they didn't condemn it, but they never really talked about it. So, she'd no one to talk to about her needs. She wasn't accustomed to it. The red head had no idea what was normal, what was not. She'd only been terribly aware of the pulsing need she sometimes felt, which drove her to learn pleasure to herself to begin with. She'd watched the farm animals, like all the young people and knew the basics. Her experience with Perdicus had been an eye opener. The fair woman had expected a little more, though it had been satisfying in its own way. She'd decided that she would have to show him, eventually, what she'd learned over time about her own body. He had said, after all, that he wanted to please her and she'd taken him at his word. Her family might be shy about sex, but she wasn't really a shy person. Why else would she be roaming about with Xena for two years?
Well, there was the fact that she wanted Xena. She had ALWAYS wanted Xena. Well, mostly always. There were times, at the beginning, when she could have safely walked away with her heart intact. Well, obviously not really. She had tried, hadn't she. It never worked. Ever.
Women as lovers, she'd known about that. She'd had an inkling. Perdicus wasn't the only person from her village who'd kissed her. She smiled softly in the memory and the light of the candles made her eyes shine. Then, when she'd become part of the Amazon nation, her beliefs about the possibility were confirmed and validated. It could be a very good thing, no matter what Navalia had said. How many nights had she silently, oh so silently, hips barely moving, mind rested on the thought of what it would be like, what it could be like, to have Xena as a lover, touched her way to orgasm.
The real Xena had been Way Way past her expectations. It was more than she'd ever dreamed of. Much more.
There was a genuine hesitancy in the warrior's voice, a concern. "Your body is dealing with being a woman right now. I feel uncomfortable. I don't know how. . .I don't know how your body would respond."
Gabrielle considered what Xena said and how her own body felt. She took her lover's hand in her own. "I feel fine. A little twitchy in the gut, but I always feel that way and I've walked for miles without feeling too badly." Xena narrowed her eyes, wondering what that phrase meant. Did that mean there were times when she had felt badly and not said anything? Oh they would have to talk about that. Wasn't it Gabrielle who said this was a partnership, way back when? Seemed to Xena, that a partnership meant that one was informed of important details like, *I feel too sucky to go on.* Of course, Xena could usually tell when Gabrielle was cycling, her scent became a little sweeter, a little more bloody. They'd actually been matching for awhile. She could also usually tell when Gabrielle didn't feel up to their usual pace. The bard tended to get unnervingly silent. That was a big clue. Obviously, Gabrielle wasn't feeling too silent now.
That was why Xena didn't reject out of hand what the bard proposed, "What if we kept it really really light? Something only slightly stingy? You have a light touch anyway. I trust you." The dark woman managed not to raise her eyebrows. Gabrielle could compare what she did to someone else? She bit back a twinge of jealousy. Of course the bard could. Stupid. The strawberry blonde knew how to use the whip. Expertly. Sensitively. Xena had a vivid recollection of watching Gabrielle in action. Both hands. She felt a different kind of twinge.
The warrior looked at the lovely hand which held hers, strong fingers, good grip, subtle touch. She felt the woman's palm against her own, friendly, reassuring, powerful. She looked up into hazel eyes. "I'll accept, but only if you show me what you want."
Gabrielle's expression turned happily agreeable and she opened her mouth to say something. The warrior touched a finger to the bard's lips and the small woman felt a hand at her hip. "Not tell me. Show me." Xena's handclasp was replaced with the solid leather feel of a coiled whip. The bard's eyes widened.
"Xena." Gabrielle's voice was agonizingly soft, unsure, "Are you sure?"
It was funny how they said that all the time, Xena thought. They were always looking out for each other. *Is this what you want?* *Are you sure?* She wondered what would happen, briefly, if one of them said, "No." The answer was simple. They would stop and it would either never happen or a compromise would be worked out.
The warrior touched her lover's face gently. Her eyes were sincere. "I'm very sure." Then she grinned. "Give me a moment." She pulled away from Gabrielle and walked into the partitioned privacy area. Gabrielle stood still, contemplating the weight of the coils in her hand. She could feel the pulse of her blood connecting with the texture of the whip. She looked at its brown-tan coloration, the careful braids of the craftsman. Her careful braids. It had been part of the training, part of their philosophy. Shasta and Rachis believed, sincerely, that the lover must be touched by an object filled with love. That there was a difference in the sensation between something that had just been made and something that had been shaped, crafted, loved into being. She loved this whip, not for what she could do with it, but because it was her own. It was as much an extension of her as her arm. It was an expression of herself, much like her scrolls.
She thought back to when, in a moment of vengeance, she'd given away Xena's whip and uttered a little laugh. She'd been a fool; a forgiven fool, but a fool. Someday she would find a way to make it up to the warrior.
The curtains swished to the side and her lover stepped out. Gabrielle drank in the sight of olive skin burnished by the golden candlelight, cozy brownpink crinkled aureole on roundish breasts that hung gently on supple muscled flesh. Womanly hips and belly with curves so exquisite it made Gabrielle's tongue ache, her belly quiver, and the scars that a warrior encountered, gentled into the bard's hungry view, until her eyes rested on the dark thatch that figleafed the warlord's sex. Gabrielle licked her lips and felt a rush of desire scream through her body.
She looked back up and encountered the solemn blue gaze of the woman she most cherished in the world. The warrior stepped further into view while Gabrielle was held immobile in her sensual observations. Xena held a strap of leather in one hand and when she stepped close enough, she placed it gently in Gabrielle's. Her voice was low, silky, "My Queen, I am yours. I will do as you say. I will go where you take me."
Gabrielle's heart stopped. She was pretty sure it did anyway. It seemed an eternity before it started back up again, and by then she was so much in love an act of the Gods could not have separated her heart from Xena's. She looked at the strap in her hand and then at her lover. "Xena?" The warrior blushed. She actually blushed.
"You'll have to tie me. I'm afraid I'll. . .move."
"Move?" the bard squeaked.
The dark woman couldn't explain anymore, "Lead me, my Queen." Her voice shook. Gabrielle was suddenly aware of Xena's vulnerability. There were goosebumps on the warlord's skin. Xena was scared.
The bard moved the strap and her whip to her right hand, so she could clasp Xena's hand in her own. She looked sincerely at her lover, "the word still counts, you know that? I'll stop."
Xena's response was a whispered, "I know. I'm not worried." Her grin was lopsided and belied her statement.
Gabrielle took a deep breath, "Very well then, Princess." She led Xena by the hand, much as she'd been led, but more companionably. The center post stood where it always had. She looked at Xena and with a glint of humor in her eye, said, "When we're through with all of this, we are gonna have to find a place for this pole. Think they'd let me keep it in the royal hut?"
Xena snickered, then laughed, and they both had a moment of giggling until they found themselves staring into each others eyes, lost among the stars of their souls. Xena was the first to find the power to speak, "You'd better place me quick or I'll be ravishing you, here, now."
Gabrielle grinned, "Brave words warrior, but I'm a bit bloody. I doubt there will be much ravishing of *my* body tonight." She leered and glanced meaningfully at Xena's body as she carefully wrapped the warrior's wrists, "but yours, my love, I intend to have, over and over again." She drew Xena by the strap towards the post and kissed the woman solidly, "I intend to wear you out."
Xena smirked, even as she wrapped her hands around the pole. Her eyes narrowed, "Good luck."
The warlord got slapped on the arm above the elbow, "Insolence!" Gabrielle kissed Xena anyway, just because, then secured the dark woman's hand to the pillar. "You mind testing that?"
"Gabrielle. . ." Xena's voice held a trace of humor in it.
"Hmm?"
The warlord gave the Queen a sardonic look, "You're supposed to make it an order."
"Oh. Sure." Gabrielle stood up to her full height and commanded, regally, "Give it a yank, make sure it's secure."
Xena gave a good tug, "Seems fine."
"Good." Gabrielle grinned wickedly, "Now let the games Begin!!"
The bard didn't immediately step away from the princess. Instead, she moved a little closer, uncoiling the whip, letting it swing softly in her grip. She swung it gently and the tapered flexible piece wrapped and uncoiled around Xena's thigh like the soft leather arms of a lover. She whispered in Xena's ear, "This is *me*, loving you."
The bard stepped away, or so it seemed, then the warlord felt leather fall between her thighs and lift, touching softly against her center. A warm finger pressed in and touched the soft warmth of her sex. Gabrielle's voice was sultry, "This is me, *loving* you." Xena's breath caught. The leather dropped away, and Xena felt a moan come to her throat unbidden.
Then she felt the lash fall on her shoulder, so subtly she almost didn't recognize it. She felt the whip drag down her body and it brought a delicious tremor. Gabrielle's voice was like honey, "This is me, loving *you.*" Xena felt the wetness begin to pool. The lash fell again, like the first sprinkling of rain, a dot of sensation. Then it fell again, heavier, stronger, "You are my heart." And again, like a deep massage. "You are my soul." And again, this time with the barest, tiniest of stings, a small crack of thunder, "You are my desire." And again, sharper, louder, not painfully so, "I want you so much." Sharper, lighter, almost tingly, not a tickle, but close, "You inspire me." Again, different, stingy for sure, delicate, "You make me wet." (and boy if that wasn't true at the moment) There was another kiss of leather, "You're so beautiful," and another, "You are my other half." Xena cried out, not because it hurt, but because her soul made her vocalize what Gabrielle was doing to her.
Lash after lash fell lovingly upon her shoulders, her back, each with a vocalization of devotion that seemed to pick up pieces of Xena's heart that she never knew were missing. Each touch stung in a variety of ways, never harsh though sometimes strong. Each kiss brought out her own voice in cries that matched the arches her body was making. The warrior's back was warm and tingly with feeling by the time Gabrielle started winding back down to the soft rain pattern the bard had begun with. It had been like taking a bath in a warm spring shower. Gabrielle had indeed shown her the way.
Xena was breathing, but it was the breath of lust. Everything inside her quivered with desire for the bard. She was so wet she was sure she was puddling on the floor. She was definitely dripping down her thighs. The warlord heard motion behind her, and could imagine the articles of clothing that were coming off. Xena licked her lips.
Cool hands touched her warm back, "Are you alright love?" A shiver of pleasure ran up and down the warrior's spine. Oh, she was More than alright.
The reply was monosyllabic. Xena didn't trust her voice not to give her away, "mmm." Her skin shivered with the bard's light touch. Gabrielle trailed her way to the front, letting her hand pause and rest on a full breast. She wrapped herself around the pole and made contact with Xena's sultry gaze.
It was too much. The bard was dressed in just her breeches and her golden hoops. Everything that was Xena sang out in desire. Those breeches had to come off, cycle be damned. The warrior strained against her bonds, broke them and claimed her Queen in a rough hewn kiss that said everything she'd felt in response to Gabrielle's artistry. When the bard was finally able to gasp for air, Gabrielle said with a gleam in her eye that said it all, "You're right, I can wait," and was taken promptly to bed.
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