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 soothing to be out walking, good to hear the chirrupy whispery sounds of the woods, as opposed to the constant, sometimes surprising, chaotic noises of the camp. She really did love traveling with Xena, though she never said it outright to the warrior. She liked the peace of their time together. She liked the sound of Argo's hoof beats (found it reassuring in fact). She liked the fluttering noise the foliage made when the wind shifted. She liked the way the woods smelled all green and dirt and alive. Yes, traveling with Xena was interesting, but not for the reasons that people thought.

She let her mind drift, knowing she was avoiding the subject that should be foremost in her mind and knowing she would eventually get back to it. She intended to stay out as long as it took. Yet she planned to return home before nightfall. The warmth of the air caressed her skin and a soft wind cooled her body. The Potedian was glad she'd chosen to walk up and away from the camp, along the water's edge.

She figured she'd be able to find a quiet spot to rest, perhaps to skinny dip (an early pleasure that Xena had introduced her to. Gabrielle had a brief, but very vivid memory of her warrior rising, water cascading in silvery highlights down her body. She felt a shiver of awareness and wished, for a moment, that she was back at camp.) There was time enough, it was warm enough and it would give her a chance to think about the seer's words. All she needed was a nice little shady little. . .spot, just like that one.

Lush foliage surrounded the body of water, providing a natural screen and a grouping of rocks jutted like islands, providing protection and surfaces to sit, contemplate, dry and sunbathe upon. It was secluded. The water was fresh. Gabrielle was stripped and diving in before she could change her mind.

Oh it felt so good. At first the liquid felt frigid (a relief to hot skin), then her body adjusted to the temperature. She flowed like one waterborn and let the worries that had been plaguing her slip away as she played in the water and refreshed herself. When she felt she'd had enough she surged out of the depths, rivulets running their courses down silky pale skin and the fiery colored hair of her body.

Gabrielle was more beautiful than she thought she was. A pair of discerning eyes watched closely as the bard lay down upon the warm smooth surface of the rock she'd chosen for sunbathing. Smooth rose colored lips curled up in a smile as satiny vestments removed themselves from the Goddess' presence.

The rushing sound of water lifting and falling caught Gabrielle's attention and she sat straight up. she bent her knees, her body almost curved over them in order to provide whatever modesty she could. She cursed herself for leaving her clothes so far away. Hazel eyes scanned the surface of the water, trying to determine what, if anything, had caused that noise.

For all she knew it could have been a fish.

Or a Goddess.

Aphrodite's bright smile matched the sparkles in her golden hair, which remained miraculously dry. She figured there would be other opportunities to show off how good the wet hair look made her appear. This was serious business. Her smile turned slightly wicked. Well almost serious business.

Gabrielle's mouth hung open at the sight of the nude Goddess. She felt a surprising rush of desire fill her body and tried to quell it, quite unsuccessfully. Aphrodite settled her lovely self comfortably close to the bard. She knew the Amazon could feel the warmth of her body and deliberately moved closer than necessary to the mesmerized woman.

Amazingly, Gabrielle found her tongue. Just because the Goddess of Love was naked, and just because the bard was feeling moisture, didn't mean she couldn't think. "Aphrodite," she stammered in greeting. The deity grinned, fully aware of the effect she was having on the red head. Gabrielle took a breath and tried again. She let her expression become impassive, remembering the deeply instilled responses that had been trained into her body. "What brings you here?" Calm relaxed voice, Aphrodite noted with approval. The bard was good. Golden hoops glinted with the sunlight. The Goddess had always liked earrings. She tapped them gently with her finger, her expression thoughtful. She let the finger trace along Gabrielle's jawline, and felt the resulting tremble.

The Goddess thought back to their last meeting, which hadn't been a joyous occasion. Lucky for Gabrielle, she'd liked the woman. Not many were willing to take on a Goddess, let alone the Goddess of Love. Too many people were afraid of the consequences. But this one had been battling for the cause of love (misguided as she'd been at the time) Besides, once the prince and princess were married, and they found out their father's plan to destroy her temples, they'd built a new one. It was fabulously beautiful and in a better location. That temple had received already double the patrons of the old ones.

So, Gabrielle had done her a favor. Aphrodite let her hand slide along the slope of the bard's neck and down to cup a tender breast. She observed the way hazel eyes flickered and the woman's breathing changed. A thumb lazily caressed the dark pink point of Gabrielle's nipple. The deity looked down at the results of her work and smiled, "Well, you are a beautiful woman," Gabrielle gasped with a sudden fear and tried to pull away, but Aphrodite's hand remained touching the bard's skin. Aphrodite looked up the bard, her expression sweet and understanding, "Who is in love with a beautiful woman." The deity's fingers followed the lined of the bard's belly and drifted dangerously near redgold curls and moved on to clasp the bard's thigh at the groove of her hip, "and that calls to me." The bard felt a tingle ALL the way up. The goddess leaned close, "Actually, I'm here to help."

The bard drew in a ragged breath. Gabrielle narrowed her gaze and spoke a little angrily, "You are a tease, Aphrodite." Beautiful shoulders shrugged and Aphrodite grinned playfully.

"I'm the Goddess of Love, Gabs. So I tease a little. That's my job." The bard nodded. She knew this. How many stories had she told about Aphrodite? She knew this. She also knew that she'd been given a great gift in her feelings for Xena and that the Goddess wasn't likely there to take it away. If that had been the case, she was sure Aphrodite would not be speaking to her this way. The bard committed herself to thinking as clearly as she could, given the circumstances. She worked at regulating her breathing.

Gabrielle looked meaningfully at the hand that warmed against her body. She tried to ignore the way her nipples scrunched together in response to the deity's touch. "This is helping?"

The goddess grinned and winked, "Well, it's helping me. I'm establishing a link. You're gonna need it later." Aphrodite smiled with compassionate awareness. "I'll be there to help you when the time comes. And Artemis." Gabrielle looked into the Goddess' sincere gaze. For the first time the gorgeous deity looked truly worried, "There are only a few of us available you know." The tingled deepened in Gabrielle, and she felt a warm dribble begin down her thigh. "I was lucky. I was with Haphie at the time. Artemis was hunting like usual, so she's here." Aphrodite looked thoughtful, "You should get your Amazons to hook up with her. Get a head start, maybe get that warrior of yours to make a call too, " She gave Gabrielle's thigh a squeeze and there was a jolt of something straight up to the bard's middle. Gabrielle wondered if the Goddess was even aware of the effect she was having on her. The redhead was having difficulty concentrating, though she knew the information was important.

Aphrodite sighed, "Cupid is around somewhere, but he's a busy God. He'll help when he can. Demeter's here but she's even busier than Cupid, making everything grow and all. Everyone else is stuck up on that Damned Mountain Zeus calls home." Which Gabrielle interpreted to mean, there wouldn't be rescue from that front. Something was definitely wrong up on the mountain top. The Goddess' gaze drifted a bit, then returned.

The blonde Goddess looked deliberately at golden red curls and then at an angelic face. Aphrodite smirked, "Sorry about this," Gabrielle felt another exquisite squeeze and desire coursed liquidly through her body, "I figured, since you and Xena were just getting started, you wouldn't want me doing my usual and," Aphrodite's smirk turned wicked, "invading your space." The emphasis on the word "space," and the kiss that followed made the Goddess' meaning all too clear. Aphrodite's next words sent thrills up and down the bard's body, "Your woman doesn't know how lucky she is. Just think how ready you'll be when she gets here." Which meant the bard wasn't going anywhere soon.

Gabrielle blushed a lovely shade of pink which just delighted Aphrodite. Ooh this little one was so responsive and the vibes she'd been picking up from Xena and Gab lately. .well, that was the reason she could even be here. Love was her bailiwick and Ares and Hera couldn't interfere. Fortunately for her.

Aphrodite turned serious. She slid her hand over the bard's sex and patted it gently, unprovacatively. It was a friendly gesture, an undemanding acknowledgement of the effect she was having. A soft wetness covered her hand when the blonde cupped the woman, then let go. The Amazon shuddered softly in response and looked bravely at the Goddess trying to determine what she should do, if anything.

Yep, Gabrielle was definitely hers right now. Aphrodite smiled softly, companionably, "Besides, you need someone to talk to; about that Big Tough Warrior of yours." Gabrielle gave her such a look, but it gentled at the deity's next words, "and what is ahead." Yes, Gabrielle really did need to talk, she admitted to herself. That was the problem wasn't it. There was no one at the camp she could confide in and this was such an important decision. Aphrodite pointed at herself with an articulate flow of her hand. "Some might say it's a matter of war, but I say, It's a matter of love and Hey! I'm the Goddess of Love. Perfect. So, Talk to me baby, I'm yours for the rest of the day." She gave the red head a friendly hug, then let her go.

Gabrielle managed to raise a goldenred eyebrow and pulled herself together again. sort of. It was funny, but at the moment all she could think of was Xena, which was surprising. After all the goddess of love was right there. You'd think she would be thinking about . . . . Xena in leather, thrusting against her on that great big table of hers. Xena rising like desire's own gift from the water. Xena spreading her legs this morning and purring her lust at the bard. Gabrielle felt a gentle swell begin to start in her center.

Gods. Oh that's right, there was a goddess here. She turned her attention to Aphrodite and noticed the rose colored nipples of the deity's body were as taut as her own. The bard licked her lips trying to think rationally. All she could see was that comely body, "You have to be naked to talk?"

"You were naked first. I thought it would be rude to be all dressed up. Make you feel like I was trying to lord it over you. This way we're on the same level, capiche?" The bard looked at the Goddess for a bit, trying to determine her sincerity. She sure looked like she meant it. Not many Gods thought of courtesy for a mortal. Certainly not one as gorgeous as. . .

Xena. Dark mane of hair flying as she ran Argo, supple muscles rippling, wonderful way with her tongue. The bard's legs spread a little wider for the sun, feeling its warmth penetrating as if it were Xena's sweet. . .Gabrielle dragged her thoughts back to the present with some difficulty. She turned to look at the Goddess with narrowed eyes.

Now she loved Xena it was true. But usually she had some modicum of self respect around another individual. Right now though, she wanted to take her hand and begin that all too personal exploration with only thoughts of a certain blue eyed, gorgeous. . . she shuddered in a sympathetic orgasm. Oh gods. . .

Aphrodite. Blonde hair cascaded down lovely shoulders and she was giving the bard as sweet, even gaze. What had she said? Talk to her? Was she wanting to be her friend then? Could she trust this Goddess?. . . Goddess. . .Xena. Xena's long warm hands and their bodies sliding together and the first touch, the kiss of the whip. . .Love, she had felt so loved.

Aphrodite. Wanted her to talk. Oh something was going on, alright. What could she tell the Goddess?

Aphrodite settled back, using her hands to support her body. She looked out over the water and waited for the Gabster to make her decision and to process what was going on in her body. The bard watched her silently for a good many minutes. That was okay, they had time, at least right now.

At some point, Gabrielle unconsciously copied the deity's action, leaning back and relying on her arms to support the weight of her trunk. She sighed, pulled her gaze away and watched the wind move the fronds of the plants on the other side. Her thoughts still ran to her lover, but If Aphrodite was going to be courteous, the least she could do was try cooperate. Maybe she'd find out what this was about.

Aphrodite grinned to herself. Yep, they were in tandem. This was a good thing. She reached for the bard's hand and held it gently in her own, squeezing once. Then she opened her ears and listened. Love is always good at listening.

Gabrielle laid back down on the stone. If she was going to talk, she was going to get comfortable. This was probably going to be the most rambling conversation she'd ever had. It was embarrassing to the bard, who was used to speaking precisely. The strawberry blonde was afraid that she'd go off on a tangent, like her thoughts seemed to be doing. The bard realized that her hand had covered her breast and that she'd been playing with a nipple as she'd thought of Xena's mouth. . .Oh Gods, this was embarrassing.

There was a whisper near her ear. "You've got nothing to be embarrassed about. This is as it should be. Go with it." A warm hand covered her belly, but didn't move. And she felt a warm body snuggle into hers. Gods, Aphrodite was touchy feely. But, the deity wasn't making a move on her. Aphrodite was just being present in her own inimitable style, Gabrielle decided, as her mind drifted, yet again, this time a bit farther and she was back at the bar telling another story about Xena. Aphrodite's sultry voice whispered encouragement for the bard to speak, "Tell me all about it. That's what I'm here for. Let me help."

The bard sighed, Gabrielle started with the basics, even as her thumb began stroking her nipple again, "I had no idea what I was getting into when I met Shasta. He seemed like a nice enough guy, a little dark for my tastes, but Xena wasn't there and I was lonely and worried about what I'd heard. We got to talking because that is what I do, you know. . ."

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