Some things are just perfect.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. :)
Some things are just perfect.
Gabrielle stepped out into a morning that was bright and clear. She felt the unhappy tightness that had settled in her belly last night dissolve with the sounds of the birds calling and the smell of breakfast. The air was crisp, refreshing her nostrils and her skin. Despite the fact she didn't always rouse well, she did love mornings. She loved the possibilities inherent in a day. A new day called to her adventurous soul.
Eponin greeted the strawberry blonde with a sparkling smile. "Good Morning, Majesty." The Amazon warrior was very glad to finally be able to recognize the Queen for what she was, in public. Though the rumor, which was deliberately circulated through the camp, was based on a very very very loose interpretation of the truth, it was like having Gabrielle step out of a dark hidden space and into the light. (Conquering warlord indeed. All the Amazons had been carry around secret smiles lately. The Queen's relationship with Xena put a whole new spin on the concept) It brought out Eponin's better aspects.
The bard's returning smile was just as brilliant. "Good Morning, Eponin and call me Gabrielle." She adjusted her hold on her staff and kind of leaned into it. The sun accentuated the Queen's hair so it seemed like golden silk with fiery highlights. The hoops in her ears dangled, glowing. Her fair skin pearled in the light and when she leaned the crevice of her breasts caught the Amazon warrior's attention and caused Eponin's heart to thud noisily in her chest. That had been happening to all the Amazons lately.
They'd discussed it while in their quarters. It was as if Gabrielle's attributes had been hidden and suddenly blossomed. Lia explained it this way, that which is desired became even more desirable. Esther explained it differently, "Whatever. She makes the most delicious noises. If she weren't taken, I'd be all over her in a second. And Xena. . whooo. . Yep. . .I can see the appeal." This brought about gales of sympathetic laughter. Eponin kept her own council. She was glad she and Solari had come to an arrangement or else her right hand would be limp with fatigue by now. She'd never fully recovered from that first morning.
Eponin bowed serenely to the Amazon leader, just as Colchak and Darvin stepped close enough to hear, "Yes, Queen Gabrielle." The warlord bit back the surprise and he and his son glanced at each other. The rumors were true. There was a mutual decision to act "normally" around the Queen. If she wanted to be treated like royalty, she would have told them. Still Colchak couldn't stop himself from giving a quarter bow in Gabrielle's direction when she greeted him warmly.
Gabrielle noticed the salute, but didn't say anything about it. She did smile graciously in acceptance. "I believe we have a busy day ahead."
Colchak snorted, "When hasn't it been busy?" His brown eyes glimmered with good humor. "I've had Darvin here running back and forth through camp twice already this morning. We've had a bit of disciplining to do, but that's taken care of. Jalani was in need of help. She said peeling tubers and roots would keep the troublemakers busy enough."
Gabrielle grinned. "Well, I'm sure they think it's much better than being staked out for some beasty's dinner." Colchak blinked, not knowing if she was joking or not. The hazel eyed woman stood up straight and took a deep breath. "Best lead on then. Jalani promised me a fresh loaf of nutbread if I checked on the supplies first."
Colchak laughed, "Oh, so that's all we have to do to get on your good side? Appeal to your stomach?" He turned in the direction of the command tent, "I'll have to remember that." They stepped away in tandem.
The day was busy indeed. After Gabrielle worked with the supply master and swung a deal for Jalani, she wrote a missive to the Ephiny. The Queen wrote carefully, wishing to inform Ephiny without giving away too many details, since she didn't know who the messenger might encounter. She used a kind of code, interspersing the story so far with words that spoke generally of well being and yet described the ruse. If the messenger were captured (unlikely, but in case) the foreign reader would get the idea that the Warrior Princess' was back in business and the Queen was captured, but treated well. She wrote a second missive, also subtly coded, which requested the council to convene, the ruse to be shared with the general population, should anyone be asked, and that they, the Nation, begin preparations for war by calling for volunteers. It would perhaps be to their advantage to send a few more Amazon's in Gabrielle's direction. She sent Lia, much to Doba's regret, as her messenger with the key to translating the document.
Doba was personally overseeing the training of the troops, while Gabrielle and Colchak set about dealing with the "emergencies" of the day, then the boring details, then the even more boring details. Gavin was sent to "convince," one of the more reluctant local warlords. Gabrielle didn't ask how he planned on doing that, but the handsome man hinted that he knew something that would help the cause along. By the time they were done, Gabrielle's taste for adventure had yet to be whetted, the day was nigh unto over and the poor bard was yearning for Xena's spicy presence. She was *never* bored when her blue eyed lover was around, even in their quietest moments.
Maybe she needed to write. It had been awhile since she'd done that. The more she thought about it, the more the idea appealed to the bard. She needed a bit of creative expression. Gabrielle bowed out of the dinner invitation that Colchak extended and headed for her tent. She grabbed a few thing for dinner, excused her Amazon compatriots and sat at the table, apple in one hand, quill in the other and faced a blank scroll.
The funny thing about blank pages is that they seem so wide open, both an invitation and a barrier. Not for the first time, Gabrielle felt a block. She stood up from the table and began chewing on her apple, trying to think of ways to break the mesmerizing spell. She considered methods she'd used in the past, faux letters, free flow, split paragraphs, starting in the middle of the story, something anything and the only thing she could think of was how big and wide the table was and how much fun it would be for Xena to. . .
Her mind drifted to thinking about Xena's weight on her body, the way the warrior's leather felt when her hips had thrust against her and the next thing the bard knew, she was thinking about the box. Her eyes drifted to the partition, and her body followed, entering. Then her gaze drifted to that spot which Xena had generously allocated as Gabrielle's private space for her belongings. There were things that the bard hadn't told her warrior.
It wasn't a large box, but it was large enough for a few things. Rachis had crafted it, and the contents, specifically for the bard, giving it to her as a gift upon "graduation." Rachis told the bard not to open the container until *after* she'd caught up with Xena. For awhile Gabrielle had felt like the original Pandora, but she had waited, stewing with curiosity, and was grateful for the advice. There were things in there she wasn't sure she was ready to share with herself, let alone her lover. Okay, so Gabrielle was more shy than she thought, but that didn't mean she couldn't be experimental for herself.
She had no idea when Xena would arrive. It had been days, which felt like years, and Gabrielle was feeling a true aching need at just the thought of her warrior. She was tired and antsy at the same time. Her mind wouldn't focus on anything at the moment,except the thought of Xena taking her, having her and the warrior wasn't here! Gabrielle slid her hand along the smooth surface of the wood, so painstakingly carved, shaped, until she found the latch.
The inside was soft, red, silky and padded. Gabrielle smiled at the visual pun as she made her selection, wrapping a firm hand around the item. It was long, oblong at the tip, soft waterproofed leather, solid something (wood, she suspected) in the center. Phallus. It was made for the hand. Her hand.
It was Not the one Xena planned on using. Gabrielle had no idea what the warlord was planning on using. The implication was that Xena hadn't planned on using her hands, but her hips. It made Gabrielle shudder (in a very good way) when she thought about it. The fair woman smiled. Her raven haired lover had her own secrets.
Gabrielle rolled up from her kneeling position smoothly. She looked neither to the right or left, only seeing the bed. Well, not quite seeing the bed, her mind was seeing her lover, powerful legs spread, hidden lips open, wet, fragrant, waiting for her. She trembled with desire. Xena.
The red head strolled to the bedding and laid the phallus down on its inviting surface. She began to strip, imagining it was her lover's hands removing each item of clothing, her hips moving to silent music, her fingers drifting slowly over her skin. Her halter slid off of her shoulders onto the ground, unheeded. There would be time later to pick it up.
She let her palms rest on her breasts, pushing them together, playing with them. She imagined that it was Xena's hands touching her, remembering the feel as the warrior's lips claimed the pink nipples for her very own. Gabrielle felt the beginning trickle of her desire. She licked her fingertips and caressed one of her nipples. This was Xena's tongue. She pinched and swirled. This was Xena's hot mouth.
Gabrielle moaned her lover's name and closed her eyes, her hips still swaying, her legs gently spread. Her hands drifted lower and she unbuckled her own belt, remembering the thrill of the first time Xena had unclothed her. Yes. She slid it across her waist and let it fall. She felt a throbbing begin in her depth, filling her. Xena.
She remembered the taste of her lover on her mouth (oh how she loved the salty sweetness) as her thumbs slid down her waistband and she forced the leathers down her waist, slowly, so slowly, keeping hold of the delicious tension. She was imagining that it was Xena's hands undressing her. She stepped out, remembering the coverings on her feet and bent over, almost crouching, enjoying how her center spread. She imagined a hand reaching, touching, as she removed her boots and tossed them away. Xena's hands roaming her bottom, exploring, filling.
She stood up, and let her hands drift down, fingering a field of red and gold, dipping into her wetness and touching her pleasure, circling a little. She dragged her hand away, wishing to prolong the sensation. Gabrielle tasted herself, thinking of the way Xena's mouth savored her, consumed her.
Her hand gripped the phallus again. She lifted it, feeling its weight, its texture. Soon, very soon. Not yet. She stroked it along her body, circled her tits with its tip, slid it along her inner thigh and down and then back up again. Gabrielle lifted one of her legs and settled her foot on her bed, their bed, opening herself up wider. She dragged the phallus up, letting the length rest against her center. She slicked it up, rocking her hips across its surface, feeling her wetness contact her hand. Her mouth moaned, "Xena." Her breathing was coming in heavy pants. Her mind was calling to her lover, envisioning strong arms around her, Xena's breasts against her back. . .gods she'd loved that, she'd loved the feeling of the dark woman's hard nipples sliding on her back. . .Xena. Gabrielle gasped out the warlord's name. Oh she wanted her back. .she wanted her back. .she wanted her. . .She moaned as one of her hand's slid up to her breast, squeezing, pulling. Gabrielle fell into her vision, closing her eyes. It was so intense. She prepared to slide the phallus in, bending her knees a little, changing the position of her hips.
The vision was so complete, so real that she could feel Xena's arms wrapping around her waist. Her voice, husky with desire whispering the bard's name, the feel of leather against her back. . Leather. . . .
The bard's eyes opened wide as Xena's hand wrapped around her smaller one, the one holding phallus. She felt moist lips cover her neck and a trail of wet kisses along her shoulder. Gabrielle's free hand went up, testing, feeling, wrapping Xena's dark hair in her fist. She leaned fully against the warlord, reveling in her realness, her presence.
She gasped an acknowledgement, "Xena," and felt the phallus plunge in. Her hips arched to engage the new sensation, she clenched around the object, pulling it in a little further. (Gods, she felt so Full! ) The warlord's other hand slipped down and covered Gabrielle's sex. Her fingers slid in and began circling, swirling around that tender button, timing it to the movements of the bard's hips.
"Gabrielle." Xena's voice was smoother than silk.
The bard felt an urgency take over, a terrible achy sweetness that demanded release. She groaned out her desire. It was practically a prayer. "Please Xena" Let this be real.
Xena's breath was humid against her ear. "Yes, my bard. Yes." The warrior's mouth located the red head's pulse and began to suckle. Gabrielle's hand clasped tightly against Xena's head for support and she pushed into each thrust, even as Xena's fingers slid around, pressing lightly against her. Gabrielle felt the nip on her neck, the claim of a lover, and arched into an orgasm so intense that her hand clenched and pulled into the warrior's luxuriant hair and her her knees gave out. Her cry of Xena's name echoed through the tent. (Some folks, who'd been having trouble sleeping for some unknown reason, drew a happy sigh and settled in for the night. Things were back to normal.) It was good that Xena's arms were around her waist for that was all that supported Gabrielle.
The warlord slowed their hands until they came to a full stop, letting the phallus rest in Gabrielle for a moment, until the spasms ceased. Then when the bard was done panting they pulled out slowly (for Xena had yet to release Gabrielle's hand from her own). The bard freed her hand from the dark tresses and slid it down to her own chest, feeling her heart beat. She leaned fully into the warrior's support.
Xena issued a low chuckle, "I take it you missed me?" Gabrielle smiled weakly. She was basking in the pleasure of having her lover so near.
"Just a little."
"mmm." Xena nibbled at Gabrielle's ear and the bard felt a sweet response start in her heart. "Me too." She licked the red head's neck and whispered, "just a little." Gabrielle moaned.
Xena let Gabrielle's hand go, but kept her grip firmly around the phallus. She pulled the item up and her arm was suddenly wrapped around the bard's chest. She licked the object, tasting Gabrielle. The bard could feel the smile, "mmmm. . .tasty."
The red head let her hand cover Xena's free one in a clasp. "I'm glad you're back," she whispered. She was squeezed reassuringly. Xena guided the wet phallus down the red head's fair skin, till it touched the point of her nipple. She could feel her own excitement sliding down her inner thigh. Her gaze was narrowed with carnal awareness.
Xena gave another low chuckle, "I'm glad too." Her voice was a purr, "It was such a lovely sight to come back to." The phallus' tip was replaced by a finger and thumb which squeezed, gently. Gabrielle felt an answering zing course through her body. She gasped and moaned.
The warrior smiled at her gasp, "And such a wonderful toy." Her body shifted and lips moved to the other side of Gabrielle's neck. "Tell me, my bard," The phallus slid down along a flat abdomen, "What other surprises do you have in that box?"
Gabrielle realized suddenly that Xena must have seen it all. Everything. That did something to her, starting a fire that she'd thought quenched. The red head issued a passionate cry and turned around in Xena's arms. Then she captured the warlord's mouth in an astoundingly sensuous kiss that caused the dark woman to forget what her question was. The subject didn't come up again that night.
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