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. :)
The warrior was expecting the question. Anyone, who'd been her lover more than once or twice, would eventually ask something similar. Usually she'd brush them off with, "It's a tattoo, what does it look like?" or some such phrase. She was a private person. Nosy questions bothered her.
But she knew, from Gabrielle's tone of voice, this was not simply the bard trying to pry. She also knew this lover would be with her a long time, A *very* long time if Xena had anything to say about it (and she did). This one was more than just a curious friend or enemy. This was her heart and she deserved to know why Xena had chosen to mark her body instead of leaving it pristine pure after the manner of the Greeks, especially after Gabrielle had marked herself *twice* on Xena's behalf. Could she deny this woman anything? Well, some things, if it endangered the precious individual, but this was a gift of herself that the warrior could share.
Xena sat up, using her forearms as support and looked at her lover, who was now resting her back against the warrior's upraised thigh, fingers playing idly in a triangle of crisp black hair. She was so comfortably beautiful it made the warrior's heart ache. Xena's expression turned solemn, not because of what she had to say, but because the way she felt now filled her whole being. This woman *loved* her. All of her. The good, the bad and the mediocre. And looking at the bard, Xena realized that she felt the same way about Gabrielle. The sensation, the realization, was more erotic to Xena than the bard's nakedness (though that was a very close rival) and she felt a pulsing of desire in her groin.
Gabrielle's hazel gaze was frank and inquiring. There was nothing malicious in it, though Xena thought she detected an intensity behind the gaze. What was that bard of hers thinking? Xena raised her eyebrow and teased, "It's a tattoo Gabrielle."
The bard smirked, "I *know* that." She had, after all, seen plenty of individuals (during their travels) with tattoos. She just hadn't expected Xena to have any. The fair woman deliberately looked down and traced what she could see with her finger. The design moved in a series of loops and swirls that seemed to have small images embedded in them, but she couldn't see them very well. She leaned forward, intending a deeper glance and parted a few hairs. Her hand was abruptly grabbed by Xena's. The warrior sat upright and Gabrielle looked up, suddenly vunerable, into a sharp blue gaze.
The warrior spoke softly, "It's very personal, a sacred thing." Sacred? Gabrielle didn't move, and didn't gasp. She waited and wondered. Sacred. All sorts of reasons for that choice of word poked up in her thoughts, but she knew she would have to wait.
Xena continued, almost serene in her intensity and in her choice. She released her lover's hand. Her fingers glided worshipfully over the smooth skin of Gabrielle's face. "I share this because I love you, because I know you will honor what I reveal." This was more than the bard expected. Much more. It was a statement of trust as absolute as when she'd given herself to Xena that first time. She felt the rush of blood in her veins but nodded mutely, affirming that the trust was well founded. Xena smiled and calloused fingers brushed against tender lips.
"In order for you to understand, you're going to have to see it. I can't just tell you." It took a moment for the implication to register. When awareness hit, Xena smiled seductively, then pulled Gabrielle into her arms. Her manner changed in the blink of an eye from one of serious profundity to playfulness. "But when the hairs grow back, I don't want to be the only one itching." The grin turned wicked and Gabrielle's eyes grew wider as a soft mouth found her own. They got lost in the kiss, forgetting their conversation as they tasted each other. Their mouths parted wetly and Xena trailed distractingly erotic kisses along the bard's jaw line. When she reached the point nearest Gabrielle's ear, she whispered, "I love your curls, believe me," as her hand brushed down the bard's belly and lingered delightfully on the field of still slick strawberry gold covering the bard's mound. And the way she was being stroked caused the bard to be utterly convinced. Gabrielle suddenly, intensely believed that Xena meant what she was saying, "But, it would be *fine* to feel you smooth. . ." The way the woman's words flowed through her caused the bard to shudder in voluptuous pleasure.
Gabrielle was now very unopposed to the idea. Her assent was a gasped, "Yes." Her warrior purred loving approval in the strawberry blonde's ear. A warm finger found the hub of Gabrielle's sex and played there, mixing old wetness with new. The bard open her legs a bit more and leaned snuggly into the crook of her lover's body, dropping her head. She noticed her lips were almost aligned with Xena's nipple. There wasn't even time to blink before Gabrielle's mouth surrounded and embraced the woman's aureole, eliciting a gasp of pleasure. Her tongue traced the dusky outline, compelling the nipple to renew its warm peak. Then, nestled like a babe (a very adult babe with her legs spread and her hips arcing for her lover's hand), she began to moan and suckle.
Xena groaned as she felt the spring of desire begin its flow in her again. She squeezed the bard close and her long hand meandered amorously, sometimes twirling a thumb here, sometimes stroking along here. It was wonderfully torturous and the bard vowed a kind of vengeance as she nuzzled and loved the browned honey of the warrior's breast with the same kind of slow attention to detail. Sweet torture was a two way street.
Eventually, before time and ardor could move them along much further, and while Gabrielle had a coherent thought in her brain, the bard asked, "When?" Xena slowed the movement of her hand, taking the opportunity to slide a few fingers down to the bard's willing opening, pressing without entering. Gabrielle groaned and would have pierced herself against that lovely hand, if it weren't for the fact she really wanted an answer.
Xena breathed down on her bard, her expression hazy with desire. "Uhm, tomorrow. Morning. When we bathe." The bard nodded in acceptance, her voice no longer with her, then she plunged herself against Xena's hand and claimed her lover's deep touch with an inarticulate cry. Her hips rocked following the warrior's fiercely tender lead, until she cried out her love and held Xena captive. She panted with release and her heart swam in a warm blue regard. Her hand reached up and clasped around the warrior's neck. Then, with more power than she knew she had, Gabrielle dragged a willing Xena into a moistly hot kiss. Tomorrow would come soon enough.
It seemed like night doubled its allotted time for them, giving them one long half to make love and the other long half to sleep blissfully in each other's arms. When dawn sparkled the world awake, they were actually more rested than either could account for, considering how much they'd loved during the night. The fresh crisp smell of the morning's air cleared out the heavy scent of their lovemaking when the tent's flap was finally opened by Gabrielle's hand.
She stepped nakedly out into the world. She had to. Her clothes were still by that lovely little spot of water. She stretched with a catlike grace, the muscles of her toned body rippling. Her nipples puckered in the coolish air, but her expression was alert and measuring. Xena loved that look. She spent a good set of moments observing and cataloging it into her memory as something to be treasured, something precious and let the way her lover stood deeply entrench itself into her heart. Then, as innocently dressed as the bard, Xena set out to gather the materials she thought they would need (including her own clothes).
They had breakfast first and it was merry. Xena joked that she didn't want to have to deal with any noisy surprises. That earned jokeslap and a grin from Gabrielle. They took turns feeding and kissing each other and weren't afraid to be messy for they knew they would have a chance to bathe it off. Gabrielle bided her time in the conversation and chose not to pressure the warrior about what was to come, instead rejoicing in the caring attention she was receiving at the moment.
It wasn't long though before they were at the edge of the water and Xena was gently laying down their supplies upon the surface that would serve as their table. Skilled hands prepared a bag of granuled soaplike stuff that would smooth their way, her sharpest knife, a whetstone, linen towels and other bathing items, and an herbal remedy to stall the flow of blood if one of them got nicked. It was unlikely, as both were very careful with the tool, but she liked to be prepared. Then once all was ready, her smile gentle, she took her bard's hand in her own and they both stepped into the cool of the water.
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