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. :)
Gabrielle didn't run into Xena's arms, nor did she stroll. She walked. She walked with a mesmerizing sway to her hips that totally caught the warrior off guard, because she'd been prepared for the running and the strolling, not this confident walk that exuded sexuality. The warrior knew she was in trouble.
The gorgeous brunette sheathed her sword and backed away carefully. She had a true caution when it came to Godspelled reactions in others. Xena held out her hands in a halting motion, "Now Gabrielle. . ." The bard's smile was something a bare notch above carnal. She didn't stop walking. Xena kept backing up, carefully placing her foot so she wouldn't fall. Another person's footfalls would have crackled on the ground, but Xena's steps were silent, as usual. "I want this as much as you do. . ."
Gabrielle issued a small laugh of disbelief and paused. She tilted her hips invitingly and played with a nipple that was well past the sentry stage and now on high alert. The bard's tongue flicked against her lips and her gaze held a challenge. "You have No idea," the red head stated in such a factually seductive way that Xena knew the bard spoke the truth. Gabrielle was beyond ready.
Xena stopped mid-backwards-stride. "We have to set up camp. It's almost dark." The words sounded lame in her own ears. There was a popping flickering sound behind her which caused the warrior to instinctually whisk around. A few yards away there was a fire burning merrily and a tent. "Oh Gods."
Gabrielle laughed again, amused, "Oh Yes." Her voice was smooth and velvety, "Gods. Have I got something to tell you about Gods." The bard smirked, "When we're done that is." She brought a hand to her belly and it slid provocatively through honey colored curls, "I've been thinking of you all day Xena." She edged the tip of her index finger into her cleft, covering herself with her own juices, and then pulled it up and held it in the air, deliberately facing so the wind would carry the scent. Her lover's sense of smell was legendary and Gabrielle knew the scent would tell the warrior all she needed to know.
Xena could smell the musk of her lover carried in the wind. It was sweet and pungent. It was definitely Gabrielle's inner scent, which was closely related to her total body scent, which was almost florally sweet, and, which Xena had only recently come to truly know . . .and crave. She'd been so long without (and that still felt like a wound to the warrior) And then to find the one who'd walked beside her these years was so passionate. . so tasty. . .Gods, this scent was more heady than wine to Xena. It called to the warrior and the lover in her.
Why was she resisting this? The warrior wasn't sure anymore. Gabrielle switched positions, exposing Xena to the full view of the bards luscious body and she licked her lips invitingly. Xena was almost undone. Her gaze narrowed its field until all she could truly see was her lover, the sunset kissing the bard's fair skin and hair, the purpling sky framing the strawberry blonde. The warrior's breathing became ragged with erotic longing.
As if in answer to her mental perambulations, Gabrielle spoke. "This is all for you Xena. Every drop, every ache, and oooh I ache for you." Gabrielle's nostrils flared, and she took a breath that caused her chest to lift, and her voice hit a purring kind of decibel that Xena had only heard a few times, usually when the bard was just on the edge of orgasm. Gabrielle licked her finger with long devastatingly alluring strokes, "I want to taste you, be filled by you." She stopped licking her finger and let it slide down her wet tongue. "I want you. I *Need* you." Gabrielle's gaze was a pure and ardent invitation.
Xena's eyes flashed in acknowledgement. In a heartbeat Gabrielle was moving. Who is to say whose lips touched first, because they met halfway in searing kiss.
It was Hot. Wet. Demanding. Their lips practically scraped together upon contact. The warrior could feel, utterly feel, how deep Gabrielle's desire went. It tingled right at the heart and slid it's way down to her center. Gabrielle didn't waste time, her mouth was trailing down Xena's neck as if she were fire and Xena's body was a dry field. Desire crackled through both of them.
Gabrielle's hands came into contact with the tunic first and the fabric rubbed the skin of her palms the wrong way (considering what she was after was skin on skin). Any other time the tunic would have been an erotic enhancement. She might have played with it, sliding her hands under the fabric, finding the smooth skin of her lover that way. Tonight, however, it was in the way.
Gabrielle's hands clutched at the collar of the tunic and she pulled, issuing a cry against the hollow of Xena's throat, showing the fabric no mercy. To Xena's shock and arousal, the tough material tore right down the middle from the force of the lusty bard's pull until it hung off of the warrior's broad shoulders, shredded. The redhead's slippery tongue glided along Xena's skin until it found what it was seeking. The warrior's nipple was swirled wetly and captured in a suckle so intense it nearly caused the warrior's knees to give out. Gabrielle's hands were rough with desire. They drifted downward, snaking smoothly across skin that suddenly had nothing better to do but send messages of "Oh my Gods this Feels So DAMN Good," to Xena's center (which was now throbbing alertly and well past the warm up trickle).
The warrior's hands were also moving, sending flaring waves of passion coursing through a body that was already hyper aware of what it needed and wanted. Xena managed to pull the bard's face away from the nipple so she could capture the smaller woman's perfect mouth in a frenetically sensual kiss. Her hands fell down from the bard's face and landed in the vicinity of Gabrielle's hips. She wrapped her hands around the woman's buttocks and pulled, thrusting their mounds pushed and swirled against each other.
There was the matter of skin on fabric again. Gabrielle mewed into the kiss with frustration. The redhead brought both hands down to yank at the belt which held the trousers up.
That got Xena's attention, which had been fast becoming solely oriented on the sensations that the bard was producing. She abruptly realized that if she wasn't careful, she was gonna be taken among the rocks, leaves and twigs, by one frantically sensual bard. Not that it was a bad thing. . .but there was a camp just a few yards away. Maybe even with a soft pallet. Most likely with one, since it was created by Aphrodite. Much better for the back, especially if this was going to be an all night thing.
Xena moved quickly, pulling the bard up until the Potedian's strong legs were wrapped firmly around the powerful woman's waist. The warrior was highly aware of how slick her belly was becoming just above the trousers. Gabrielle's hips were definitely not being still. Her cunt was sliding against Xena's abdomen, making sluicing noises. This only added to the warrior's arousal.
Xena dragged her lips away from Gabrielle's and ran, while there was any semblance of clarity in her mind, to the encampment. The bard didn't seem to mind, since her mouth was now plastered on the pulse of the warrior's neck. At one point Xena noticed a huge trunk stood in the way of her path. She jumped, then flipped and landed with a soft thud and kept on moving. Xena was more determined than ever to reach the camp because the bard didn't flinch. Not once.
She did, however, object to being disengaged from around Xena's waist and the warrior had to hold the bard back, while she fiddled onehanded with the belt buckle. Xena swore vividly in three languages and finally got the damn thing to work right and the trousers finally were free to come off. This time she knew the bard would be determined to help and she had no intention of stopping her. Warm arms wrapped around her body and soft mouth plastered itself against hers. Xena took the opportunity, while they were still standing, to guide the lovely woman back into the tent. The warrior would have cried out with relief if her mouth and mind hadn't been so busy. The pallet was there.
Xena spoke softly, "The boots, Gabrielle, the boots. I've got to. . ." The bard heard her and agreed with the logic. Boots first, trousers next. She moved around so she could push Xena roughly to the pallet. Gabrielle licked her teeth and grinning seductively. Xena sat down, while she could still move under her own power. Gabrielle grasped the leather gear and pulled once. The boots were off in no time. Then Gabrielle, slid her knee between the warrior's thighs and grasped the band of Xena's trousers, hooking her fingers through the warrior's briefs at the same time. She slid everything off at one time, flowing downward and licking Xena's inner thigh once it was revealed. The warrior moaned at the sensation of the bard's humid kiss, "OOh, Gabrielle."
Once the pants were off, Xena reached down and grabbed her lover by the head, dragging her up for another scorching kiss. The bard's hands were finally free to find what they were seeking and one roamed upward to clasp a breast and the other wandered down. Fingers fell to exploring Xena's wet cleft, sliding down and down until they were pressed against the warrior's entrance. Gabrielle actually growled as she pressed in abruptly, "Mine, Xena. You're mine."
Xena gasped and spoke, also in a growl, but more humbly, her eyes a bit glazed, "yes, yours." Then warrior groaned, spread her legs a bit further and pushed against the bard's hand. Gabrielle smiled provocatively, "Yes, Xena," and thrust back, her fingers firmly entrenched. The fair skinned woman sought Xena's left breast and dragged her tongue along the nipple in one long lick. Then her mouth planted itself wetly and the bard began to suckle. Xena's body sparkled to erotic life.
They found a rhythm. Xena's used the power of her legs and back to help push her hips into Gabrielle's claiming motions. The bard moaned wetly against Xena's skin, moving her kiss to the other breast. Xena felt an urgency beginning, one she knew was reflective of the bard's desire, fired by the passion being displayed. "More," the warrior panted, unable to articulate what it was exactly she was wanting, only knowing that she needed it. Now.
Gabrielle wasn't sure either, but she was game. Her desire was such, that if Xena wanted more, then Xena would get what she wanted. The bard pulled out and Xena whimpered a denial. Then she felt the bard sliding her hand against her sex and Gabrielle backed up and looked the warrior in the eye. Xena cried out when she felt the pressure of added width against her opening. Three fingers slid carefully in and the warrior princess bucked. "Is this what you wanted?"
Xena's hands clenched pulled at the coverings on the pallet. Her nostrils flared and she ground into Gabrielle's thrust, "Yes. Please."
"Then you shall have it." Gabrielle smiled wickedly and began driving her fingers in. Another, higher pitched rhythm was found.
Xena was whimpering now. Her hips well in motion, "Please, ohgods, please. More."
Xena's plea found resonance in the bard who whispered, "As you wish." And the warrior moaned at Gabrielle's kindness. The bard pulled out again and this the return push held four fingers, up to her thumb, which she used to cover and play with Xena's clitoris. Xena's whole body shook and the vocalization she made echoed through their encampment.
Gabrielle, who hadn't returned to her previous actions, watched the way Xena's muscles played in the light as the warrior surrendered, tracing all the patterns on the warrior's skin and owned the idea the warrior's reactions were because of her. The notion was an aphrodisiac. Gabrielle had meant to take her time, as Aphrodite had instructed, but the passion overcame her. Later then. She would scan and explore every inch. . later. Now she would concentrate on bringing her love pleasure.
Gabrielle's voice was a throaty whisper of reassurance, "Whatever you want love. Whatever you need. That is what I will do." Xena heard her. Even through everything, she heard the promise and in her heart totally returned it.
"Gabrielle." The bard's name was an affirmation. "Please. Your kiss. I want. . ." Xena's own hands came up to touch and stroke her abandoned breasts. The strawberry blonde smiled. She heard the message.
The bard's head dipped down and she began with a single stroke of the tongue. Then she began to do what she had been dreaming about. She poured her desire into the kiss, the suckle, crying out herself with how good the warrior tasted, salt and sweet and woman . .All Woman. . .and all hers. . .at last. . .
She moved her thumb, along with her tongue and felt the slide of her mouth against her own hand. Xena whimpered and slowed her motion as if she were waiting. It was as if an understanding of her lover sparkled into Gabrielle's mind at that very moment. She nipped at Xena, capturing her and holding for a heartbeat, then letting go so she could love her some more. Xena cried out in a howl, "OH YeS!!!" and the cry burned through Gabrielle's body and she had to move, her hips gyrating in the air, lonely. She groaned, imagining that Xena was behind her and taking her, somehow, though the warrior was below her now.
Xena, who was barely conscious of the outside world, happened to open her eyes at that moment and seeing her lover's hips rotating, realized that the bard was needing as much as she. "Turn," she grunted, "Turn to me." Passion scratched her voice. The bard looked up, face a little wet, eyes so impassioned that Xena thought she saw a new color. Xena's long arm snaked down and grabbed at the bard's hip. "Turn. Come to me. You," she panted, "are what I need."
The bard grinned voluptuously. She maneuvered herself cautiously, pulling out (and Xena sighed at the sacrifice, though she knew the emptiness wouldn't last long) and finally placed her herself at Xena's mercy and her fingers against the crimson rose of the gorgeous woman's core. She slid in again, softly, fingers pointed like a snake's head. The bard could feel the responsive shudders of her lover. She was amazed at how receptive and warm and tight Xena felt. Gabrielle hummed with pleasure at Xena's inarticulate call to wait for just a moment. She could do that.
When she could, Xena, while Gabrielle was still, the warrior looked up and beheld a most beautiful sight, Pink wet love, spread for her delight; a field of red and gold curls dripping and summoning. She pulled the bard's hips down and let her mouth find its mark. Her tongue pressed lovingly, firmly against the bard and began it's own dance.. Gabrielle uttered, "Oh Gods Xena," and her hips moved of their own as her toes planted themselves in the ground, pushing. That was just the way the warrior liked it. She gave the word.
They established yet another rhythm, bodies pressing together, slick with sweat and each other, hips moving according to the essence of desire. Gabrielle didn't go too fast, nor too slow, but moved as Xena's need and her own intuition dictated. The bard's lips sought and found the hub around which Xena's pleasure flowed and she laid on a kiss like a healer's balm. She Slathered her love with affection and lapped as if Xena's fluid secretion was the substance of life itself (and at that moment, for Gabrielle it was). Xena was also in the same state.
It was as if they became one heartbeat, a pulsating universe of their own, that cycled up and up, pulling them rapturously along. They moaned and sighed into each other, their names slipping from their mouths as they claimed the one they loved. It seemed like forever.
It was really only a few moments. At one point, Xena decided to place her own touch and entered Gabrielle. It was a little much for the bard (in a very very good way) She cried out the warrior's name and everything in that cry was orgasmic and rich. That was what pushed Xena over the edge. They convulsed together, tightening and pulling and clenching and feeling, almost of one mind. They tremored together, slowing and breathing. Gabrielle cried against Xena's thigh a little. Xena didn't weep, but her heart was so full, that she actually spoke. Her voice was velvet. "I love you, Gabrielle. I love you."
The bard smiled and kissed the warrior's thigh, "I love *you*, Xena. I love you." There was a contented sigh behind her and they relaxed against each other. The rested for a moment, catching their breath.
Gabrielle was pretty sure she wanted to cuddle, but equally sure she couldn't move, just yet. She was pretty sure that Xena would be of the same mind. The warrior liked to touch and be touched more than people thought. Xena was just cautious about who, where and when. The bard sighed happily and spent a little time looking, playing with the short wet hairs, licking them a bit lazily. She smiled at Xena's subtle responses. This was not going to be a one time thing tonight. It felt good to know that.
It must have been the light. (There seemed to be an ambient light that emanated in the room at no particular location. It was just enough). For as Gabrielle was psyching herself into a crouch, getting ready to sit up and move around into Xena's arms for that cuddle, she noticed something. It was something she'd noticed before, but was usually too occupied to think about. She traced it with her finger through the lovely hairs, recognizing the pattern, and knowing what it was. The warrior had a tattoo. Gabrielle grinned to herself, thinking of Aphrodite's words. Xena had a tattoo among the forest, just above her seat. The bard knew what to do.
She decided to start at the very beginning.
"Xena? What's this?"
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