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. :)

Well it's not so much sex, although things do get a little steamy.

Gabrielle touched the edge of the collar experimentally. The metal studs felt cool to her fingers and she lightly played with the ring that would hold the chain. She bit her lower lip and looked from one side to the other, "I don't think Ephiny is going to approve of this at all Xena." She sat comfortably in the warlord's lap. Xena was holding the handheld mirror up. She didn't have time to frown though, because Gabrielle continued, "But. .I. .I think. .I like it."

The smaller woman twisted her body a bit so she could face the warrior, "It's kind of like a big. . necklace. . .only thicker and more. . leatherlike." She twisted her head so her hair moved. "Comfortable too." She lifted her hands, "matches my cuffs," she observed. Gabrielle smiled becomingly at her warlord.

Xena laughed. "Well," she purred sultrily, "That's one way to look at it. Though that is Not why you are going to be wearing this." She set the mirror on the table, so the silvered glass portion lay face down. Then reached to undo the collar, but Gabrielle stopped her.

"Is there anything wrong with me keeping it on for a bit?"

Xena smirked, "No. I guess not." She brought her hand to rest on Gabrielle's warm thigh. "Am I going to have to regulate this too?"

The bard laughed and snuggled in. "Oh probably." Her lover wasn't wearing any armor at the moment and this was the best time to cuddle. "I can't believe they arrived so soon." The Amazons had arrived. Ephiny had been shocked to see that Gabrielle's guards had adopted the small queen's fashion sense.

Xena chuckled softly, "Well, love, Knowing your regent, she probably got your note and had instant volunteers. I'm not surprised by it at all." Gabrielle played with the strings of the warrior's shirt.

"I wouldn't expect you to be. You tend to figure these things out ahead of time." The bard let go of the string and rested her palm against her lover's chest. These moments had been fewer lately and she liked to savor them. Xena rested her chin on the bard's head and stroked the warm thigh beneath her hand. There were a few moments of comfortable silence.

"So. .. Iolaus was okay?"

Xena kept her face neutral, "The meeting went well. He was followed, but that wasn't a problem." Gabrielle stifled a wince.

"So all this time, Hercules. . .hasn't touched him. .though everyone thought. . ."

"mmhmm." Xena said, and she pulled away from the bard and looked at her face gently, "It was part of their agreement. Hercules would only let him stay if he agreed to appear like. .the man was being terrible. Apparently, Herc didn't want to lose face with his new cronies."

Gabrielle sat up. Now both hands rested lightly on Xena's chest, "So he remembered they were friends then."

Xena gave a half smile in return. "Something like. At least enough that he didn't. . ."

Gabrielle blinked, "Well. . .that's good then. I guess. It means that there's still some heart left in the man."

"You guess?" Gabrielle blushed, "Well. . ." She looked up with beautiful hazel eyes that seemed to glisten with light, "If it had been me and it had been you. . .I . .would have.. well.. ." She stalled, a little embarrassed by what she was about to say.

The warlord grinned and captured the hands that were playing at her shirt, "I promise you Gabrielle, if it had been you.. .and me. .I would have," She smiled wickedly, "ravished you until you begged, then I would have ravished you some more."

Gabrielle smiled up into a startling blue gaze, "Really?"

"Oh yes. Really." Xena's hand was now under Gabrielle's skirt. She let one finger slide past the woman's natural guard and smiled softly at the slickness she felt. "I couldn't have resisted you." She pulled her hand away and lifted it to her mouth, "You're much too tasty." They grinned at each other, then kissed lightly.

"So you're taking me to this meeting then?"

"mmhmm." Xena smiled, "It's traditional. The warlords on the opposite camps get together to "hash out the issues." Though it's really a chance to party. We bring our own. . .Entertainment."

"Oh." The Amazon said quietly. Then she looked at her lover grimly, "I still say it's a trap."

Xena nodded, "It is." There was another long silence, but not nearly as comfortable as the first.

"So . . .," Gabrielle began conversationally, "there's not a mark on Iolaus." "No. Not so much as a bruise." She looked thoughtful, remembering their night's meeting, "He wore slave's cuffs, but otherwise looked fine. He sounded more upbeat than I expected." Xena moved slightly.

Gabrielle winced.

Xena tisked and touched at her lover's tender face, "This will be nicely yellow by that time."

"Gods, it will make it look like you're the villain," Gabrielle sighed, "I'm so sorry Xena. I really didn't see him." She reached to touch her cheek, but her dark lover gently captured her hand and led it away.

"Why are *you* apologizing. HE should have been watching where he was going with that stack of wood." The warlord kissed her lover gently, "Lucky for him, I was on the other side of camp, or I'd have knocked him clear till next solstice." Then she comforted with, "This works out for the best anyway. I want Herc to think the worst. I certainly made Iolaus think it. All this meaness will give us something to . . .compare." Xena stroked Gabrielle's back lightly, "We'll give you a few fresh stripes the day before. . ." Gabrielle wriggled in her lap, and smiled in anticipation, "and play up the bruise. I'll be the bad bad Xena and you'll be my poor put upon stoic love slave. I'll have to punish you once, just for appearances sake." Xena's breath was warm against her "slave's" skin and her gaze hot.

Gabrielle grinned. The warrior's hand found its way to the red head's skirt and pulled it gently off with the bard's willing help. Their mouths met in a long long kiss and the warlord began taking liberties with her wife; slick loving liberties. Her fingers felt so good inside and Gabrielle spread her legs wider and entered the joyful dance once more.