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. :)
"Well the first thing you need to do is turn over. I'd hate for your fun to be spoiled because you looked and felt like a boiled lobster." Aphrodite gave Gabrielle a squeeze, which resulted in a slew of hormonal surges, "Though there's no way I'd let that happen. You guys have the most bitchin vibes." (Gabrielle was vibing all right. . .)
Gabrielle took the advice to heart, realizing that the Goddess' words made sense. She didn't want her fun spoiled either and an image of Xena flashed across her brain, this time as a fantasy, which asked the question: could they do it on a horse? In her fantasy they most certainly could. Gabrielle licked her lips and her eyes glazed over. The red head slowly rolled over on her belly and folded her arms under her head. She felt the Goddess' warm hand stroke softly along the length of her back Then she promptly fell asleep and entered the dream.
He is the God of War. She would have recognized his darkly handsome features anywhere. He is playing God today. He is conqueror. His veiled mother stands behind him. Her hands are behind his back. Is she pushing him or playing him like a puppet? The bard isn't sure. All she knows is that Hera has her own agenda.
Gabrielle watches as Ares' fingers reach, elongating to pluck up cities and villages. There are so many, so many. His mouth stretches wide and wider still. He eats them whole. His hands are bedecked with jeweled rings. On one of his fingers is Hercules' symbol. It is one of many, but it is the biggest and brightest ring on his fingers.
Enter Xena, blue eyes blazing, sword waving, her mane of hair wild. Her smile is wicked and gleeful. She laughs as she sheds blood. She is the Warrior Princess. She is the Warlord. She is the Daughter. He smiles at the warrior as if he's greeting a long lost lover and Xena smiles back, seductive and carefree. Gabrielle's heart catches in her chest. Ares believes that Xena is coming to him, surrendering to him. He laughs wildly and the tall mountain above his head shivers and quakes. All fear the outcome. Even Hera flinches.
Xena continues to smile and to cast come hither glances. She walks backward and backward, becoming darker and darker. The world shakes and tremors. Gabrielle's point of view changes and suddenly it is as if she is above Xena and she sees the path that the warrior creates. It is a spiral, a circle, as lyrically designed as her breastplate. It is golden and light and where Xena seems dark, there is the most light. Xena dances it, draws it until the only way for Gabrielle to see, is if she is standing by the warrior's side.
Gabrielle is in the warrior's embrace, as if she'd never left it and to her dream mind, she has always been there. She sees all clearly. The red head looks down at her body and it is she that is covered with the golden dance. Her body folds and bends upon itself, but she is not frightened. Her love's arms are tight around her body. Several Godly hands, of a kinder softer sort than Ares', mold her until she fits to Xena more closely than the warrior's armor. She is patterned, the panther and the hart encircled and stretched into one another, entwined as lovers. Both aspects are her. Both aspects are Xena. She *is* Xena's armor and Xena is hers.
Now Gabrielle is standing besides Xena again. They share a mark, light and dark. She feels it on her body. She is centered on it. Their hands are joined, clasped together around a round object. As their heartbeats blend, the warrior arm rolls back and it is Gabrielle's arm as well. They throw the chakram and it twirls and twirls, faster and faster, banging against the surface of each city, each village. It seems to slice right through them, but those villages and cities where the warrior/bard has touched, refuse to fall and can not be harvested by the God of War.
He doesn't notice it yet. All he sees are the realms that are in Xena's hands. To him Xena's hands might as well be his own.
Xena's left hand carries the sword. Her strikes are deadly, accurate, pointed and oddly merciful. Gabrielle's right hand carries the quill, her strokes are powerful, true, fierce and cut to the bone. Xena sings and chants. Gabrielle orates and calls. Their voices blend and switch, until it is Gabrielle singing and swinging the sword and Xena calling and scripting with the quill. And then back and forth again and again, until they are making one sound that vibrates through the bard as if they are the whole of universe.
The God of War tries to catch the ring to put it on. He is seduced by it's color and the lure. But the golden circle flies too fast and too hard. The chakram flies near his hand and he strives to pluck it up. A finger falls off, crashing to the earth and becoming ashes. All the rings roll away. Some disappear forever, some roll to Xena/Gabrielle. The rings become chakrams. And the warrior and the bard send them out to conquer other cities.
His harvest is becoming smaller and smaller, but he is too full (of himself?) to notice. He forgets the finger. It was only a pinkie. He can afford it, he thinks. The chakrams swirl and hum, always returning to its mistress, for they are as one, and always being sent out more powerful than before. The pinkie isn't the only thing he loses.
Gabrielle woke up with a gasp, sweating from the exertion of the dream. She'd turned over on her back again. This was a good thing, because the bard sat right up, her expression wide and shocked. She turned to Aphrodite an unspoken question on her lips.
The Goddess shrugged prettily."I thought you ought to see it from another perspective. Think about the dream for a little while before panicking. Remember you are not alone in this. We, who are here, will help." Aphrodite patted Gabrielle's knee.
"The dream doesn't change the seer's words, though, does it." There was a tremor in Gabrielle's voice, "I mean it is pretty clear the way she writes *To* the Warlord. She's not writing to the Xena I know. First she gives all this strategic information and warnings and stuff, then she writes about the daze ahead. And she speaks about accepting and embracing and becoming the wilde self to win. Then she speaks about remembering and keeping the the human self. Then she goes on about balance and restoration And the seer tells Xena not to lose the note, lest she forget her purpose." Gabrielle finally took in a breath, which relieved the Goddess. Then the bard voiced her conclusion, "The Note is supposed to act as a reminder. Xena's going to forget who she is. Isn't she?" Now that the fear was out, the bard felt strangely peaceful, though her expression was nigh unto devastated. It wasn't as if she hadn't planned on dealing with the "original" warlord in the first place. She'd just hoped. . .
Aphrodite touched the bard's cheeks softly with gentle fingers. "You don't know that for sure. All you have is the words to work with and they aren't all that cut and dried. I mean, come on, these seers always feel like they have to be obscure. Making you work to figure it out. If it was that obvious, this whole thing would be over. .wouldn't it?" The goddess tapped Gabrielle's chin with her fingers, "Buck up, kiddo. Time will tell you the meaning." Gabrielle was beginning to feel a sense of hope. Aphrodite continued, "Besides, It's what she doesn't forget that will be important." The Goddess' expression was compassionate, "I promise you, she won't forget you. She may have to be reminded, but she won't forget that she loves you."
"Oh and how can you guarantee that?" Aphrodite gave her Such a Look. Gabrielle abruptly remembered who she was talking to, "Oh. . .yeah." Gabrielle wrapped her arms around her legs and sighed, "but how?"
The Goddess was silent and the quiet stretched out, until all they could hear was the wind, the water and the evening callers. Helios was casting his sunset net, preparing to bring in the night.
"Babe you are thinking too hard with this," The goddess poked Gabrielle's head gently with her index finger, "And not enough with this." She laid her palm gently against the skin above the bard's heart. "Or this." Aphrodite's hand drifted down and she patted Gabrielle's sex. This time the hand paused and she slid a digit into and past the crease, resting it upon the woman's clit. Gabrielle felt a thrill unlike anything she'd experienced so far in her life. Aphrodite leaned forward and whispered into Gabrielle's ear, "You gotta combine them, use your intuition and *then* you'll find the answer."
Gabrielle tried to back off, but she felt as if she were caught and couldn't move. She was a bit aggrieved. "I thought you weren't going to do that."
"I changed my mind." The deity smirked, "Besides, I'm not doing what you think I'm doing."
"Well it looks pretty damn obvious to me!" Xena stepped out of the woods and onto the rock. She held her sword loosely in her hand, not yet threatening, but her stance said she was totally prepared to defend Gabrielle. She took a menacing step forward, her teeth flashing dangerously. She looked like the warrior goddess again. "I swear Aphrodite if . . ."
Aphrodite grinned impishly at Xena, "Don't worry love, I totally intend to let this lovely one go. I'm just leaving you a little gift." Then the Goddess leaned forward, giving the bard a full bodied, all out, truly moist kiss. Gabrielle felt a burst of energy start at her center, slide up to her mouth and then run singing through her whole body. The Goddess removed her hand and her mouth at the same time. The red head looked disoriented and the Goddess turned the woman so she was facing Xena. There was a look of recognition in Gabrielle's face and then suddenly her expression was seductively unreadable.
Aphrodite whispered in Gabrielle's ear, "Now, babe, when you're loving your warrior tonight, I want you to really pay attention, with everything you've got, to what you are seeing and doing and feeling. Memorize the surface of her body, memorize all the marks on her skin. Act as if you are becoming part of her. Take the time to look up from the seat to the forest. Explore it a little and Remember the dream. By the time you are through, you'll know what to do."
Xena could feel the sexual energy pulsing off of the bard. The red head's breathing was so even that it was scary. "Aphrodite. . ." Xena's voice was a low rumble of warning, "What have you done to. . ."
The Goddess ignored Xena's warning voice, but responded reassuringly, "Nothing that wasn't already there. I just gave her a pep talk." Aphrodite leered, "My way." She smiled at Xena and patted Gabrielle on the butt pushing the bard towards the warrior, "Now Go Get Her!" Then Aphrodite laughed and sparkled away.
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