Warlord Daze

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. :)

It was a true skill, a pure use of talent. Their entwined bodies slid apart so naturally, that the only clue to the change in sleep patterns was the soft rustle of the sheets as the woman slipped out of bed. Another notch for her teachers. There weren't many who could exit without waking the Warrior Princess. The number could be counted on one hand. Three. Xena might wake soon after, but never during. Gabrielle had it down pat, moving with the rhythm of her lover's body, timing her breathing to match that of the sleeper. It was a subtle skill, one that carried over to other situations. Gabrielle might behave impatiently as she chose, but she had perfected patience. The bard smiled lovingly at her warrior, who slept so soundly, so trustingly. She vowed there would never be a reason for the dark woman to worry about that faith.

Xena woke up bare moments after, her body sensing an absence. She raised herself up on her elbows, looking down the length of her covers. The blue eyed woman cocked an eyebrow, "What do you think you are doing?" she rumbled sleepily. There were only two candles lit, providing enough light that one wouldn't knock their shins, but hiding serious details. Xena sniffed the air. Morning, still dark. She stretched, catlike in grace, her arms rising above her head, the cover falling down to reveal the dark rose of her aureole.

The strawberry blonde waved the phallus in the air and smiled winningly at Xena, "I'm cleaning it." She tapped the top of the box with its tip. "Then I'm putting it away." She sat crosslegged on the bench, one leg swinging gently as she plied the herbal cleaner to her toy. The cleaner was a substance designed to keep the leather supple and fresh, so *she* would stay supple and fresh. Yet, another something her teachers had emphasized; one takes care of one's tools and toys. The strokes of the cloth reminded her of how Xena sharpened her sword. Gabrielle hadn't realized how much she missed the sound. It was soothing actually.

Xena curled out of the bed, crawling on its surface, her breasts swinging softly. The bard pretended not to notice. The red head caressed the object in her hand affectionately. Xena smile seductively, "But are we finished with it?"

The bard grinned, "Love, I can barely walk." Well that was descriptive of their activities, but untrue, mostly. If Xena really wanted another go around, the Amazon was willing and wouldn't suffer for it. Gabrielle shifted a bit in her seat, aware of a warmth starting in her belly. Yes, she'd be more than willing.

The warrior settled onto the covers, placing her chin in her hands and crossing, lifting her legs behind her. She grinned, her eyes sparkling with humor. "Who said anything about you?" she purred.

Gabrielle looked up, startled. She caught the wicked glint in her warrior's blue eyes. She stopped the cleaning and acted offended, but she wasn't. "Well."

Xena chuckled.

Then she pointed lazily, "May I see the box?" Her hand may have been lazy, but her voice wasn't. It was a sincere request. "Please?"

Gabrielle looked down at the container and softly touched the lid. Her gaze was thoughtful and she contemplated the results of surrendering her gift. Then the fair skinned woman looked at her dark tressed lover, "Don't look inside." Xena nodded in understanding and agreement. She knew it was important to wait for some things. Gabrielle set the phallus down and grabbed the handles of her box. She set it gingerly in front the warrior so the raven haired woman wouldn't have to scoot back.

It was the carvings that caught Xena's attention as her finger traced one fine outline on the tan box. The Swirling patterns reminded her of M'lila and the strong lines reminded her of, "Rachis." She felt a swell of emotion take her and her blue eyes shimmered on the verge of tears. She closed her eyes and reached for the control she knew was there. If the bard knew one, she must know them both. Gods, it had been a close thing. If they'd stayed any longer they would have seen, they would have been. . .She looked up at Gabrielle, who looked concerned and was now crouching in front of the bed.

"Xena?" She was worried. The bard reached out a hand to touch the warrior. Gabrielle had kept the names of her tutors secret by their request. It wasn't that they didn't want Xena to know, but they'd had their own reasons, their own vision of failure. It was her time now, they'd told her. Gabrielle wasn't a bard for nothing. She was more observant than people gave her credit for. She'd tried to ease the guilt. She'd enticed the story out of them, trying to assuage the hurt, trying to find a way to heal them. Even when she'd invited them to come with her, they'd declined, saying they were settled and had a life. It was more than that, she'd known. Still, they said if they could help her love Xena, it was enough.

They didn't say what to do if Xena figured it out. "Xena?"

The warlord's hand left the box and touched the brand on Gabrielle's shoulder. She smiled softly, sadly. "That explains this." The bard nodded. "Shasta?" She had a vision of her two lovers. Zeus it had been close. They would have tried to stop it. They would have been killed. Thank Gods she'd set them free before the gauntlet happened. She felt a twist of dark humor. Thank Gods she'd set them free before going after Hercules. They might have talked some sense into her and she wouldn't be here, gazing into loving, worried hazel eyes.

"Yes." Gabrielle whispered.

"Are they?" Xena couldn't finish the question.

The red head smoothed dark hair from Xena's forehead. She decided to be honest, "They miss you. They were very well when I saw them." How to explain this, "They were very helpful."

Xena's mouth quirked up. I'll bet they were, she thought. Imagining all sorts of ways they must have, "helped," Gabrielle. Oddly, she wasn't jealous, but there were things that worried her. "They helped you by branding you?" The warrior sounded more upset than she intended.

Gabrielle decided discretion was important, "among other things." (Some very delightful other things and some not so delightful) Oh, her bard was so wary. Xena watched as that mask of impassivity slid into place.

Among other things.

She grabbed hold of Gabrielle's upper arms, quickly, tightly. She lifted the red head up onto the bed, rolling up so that she was gazing darkly into the bards face. Her voice was a low growl, not pleasant, "What did they tell you about me, Gabrielle?" She was afraid to hear the answer, but desperate to know.

The bard's heart hammered in her chest. Ah, she thought, this must be the warlord. Her expression remained mild, noncombative. Gabrielle brought her hands up to clench the warrior's elbows, trying to establish contact. See, her mind said, I'm supporting you. She took a breath. Discretion. Vagueness, "A few things."

"What?" was asked harshly. A storm brewed in blue eyes.

She felt the shake and let her body flow with it. There was a tingle of fear. There was a tingle of desire. The box was settled firmly between them. She felt the edge against her thigh. "Peppermint tea. Your favorite colors. Stories of you. What else would they tell me? They loved you." She watched as Xena's expression softened, "They cried on my shoulder over you. They said it was their fault. That if they'd been there you wouldn't have," Gabrielle felt a tightness for the wounds her lover had suffered, "The said that no one would have been able to touch you."

There was an extended silence between them.

Xena gentled her grip. She looked down and then at her bard, "There is no way Rachis and Shasta could have stopped what happened." The warrior's expression was sorrowful. A sob caught in her throat. "I think it was destined. The gauntlet would have happened sooner or later. I was tired of the game." She smiled weakly, "I'm glad it happened sooner." She let go of one of Gabrielle's arms and touched her lover's cheek stroking lightly. Her gaze was far away and then back again, "It was worth the cost." Xena's mouth descended, "You were worth it."

The kiss was light, ever so light, but it warmed Gabrielle to the core. She opened her mouth, surrendering and the kiss deepened. The bard closed her eyes, moaning, leaning into Xena. She wrapped her arms around Xena's waist and hugged the woman's strong body to hers. She pulled back and their lips separated wetly. Xena's gaze was hot with desire.

"Xena?"

"Yes?"

The bard grabbed hold of the warlord's hand and lifted it to cover the brand. Her gaze was loving and soft. "You were worth it." Heartbeats of silence. Xena slid her hand down from the red head's shoulder until it cupped a full breast. This time her mouth touched the mark of her possession with a tender kiss, accepting what that Gabrielle offered. The bard felt the kiss as if it covered her whole body and shuddered with the rush of passion that flooded through her. Xena lifted her head and captured the bard in another achingly succulent kiss that had Gabrielle clenching her dark hair as if she'd never let go.

But part they did, eventually. They kept bumping into a solid wooden object. The bard smiled and let go of her lover, scooting back off the edge of the bed, grabbing the box. Xena raised an eyebrow, "Where do you think you're going?" She didn't try to stop the woman, figuring she would find out soon enough, but it was good to tease.

The bard grinned impishly. The red head licked her lips and scrambled to the bench. She set the box down and picked up the toy that had so entertained them last night. Then she turned to face her lover and waggled the phallus meaningfully. "I believe it was your turn."

Xena's laugh was joyous and she settled back onto the bed, scooching the pillows for support. She grinned wickedly and spread her legs for her lover, revealing slick crimson lips covered by a dark curly roof. "Come and get it," she purred.

NO one could have kept Gabrielle away. The bard was on the bed faster than a panther striking. Her hungry mouth fastened on a lovely long neck. The phallus was dropped within easy reach so hands might rise up to meet and play at the peaks of luscious breasts. Her body rubbed into the warrior's and she felt long strong hands splay against her backside. This caused an ardent moan of desire and the bard moved her mouth to where one of her hands were and the hands drifted down and down until fingers were finding out that Xena was ready indeed.

Gabrielle pulled back, her breasts heaving and her gaze wanton. She backed away from Xena and picked up the phallus. The warrior watched with slitted eyes as the bard spread her own legs a little and slid the object against her sex. "Gabrielle." She murmured, cautioning. The bard gave Xena a carnal smile, then pulled the phallus up and out, moaning. She crawled back up to her warrior, and touched her body to Xena's, till their breasts met. Their nipples jousted as they kissed.

The warlord felt the phallus slide down the length of her sex. She grabbed Gabrielle's hand and smiled into their kiss. She guided the woman's hand until she felt the tip of the object slide in. Then she let of go of the bard's hand, letting Gabrielle take control. With the first thrust, Xena growled with pleasure.

Then they moved, together. Gabrielle's hand seemed to know the perfect time, the perfect rhythms, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes in between. Xena's hips met each thrust until her ecstasy took over. Then as spasms coursed through her body, she stiffened and clenched and cried out Gabrielle's name, while the phallus was deep deep inside her. The red head's hand got very very wet and her smile got very very wide.

When the time was right, Xena surrendered to Gabrielle's embrace and slept soundly, held safe in her lover's arms, until morning was light. The peppermint tea was served hot and she drank it while Gabrielle cleaned their toy for next time. For once, Xena actually managed to finish a cup.

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