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 stood at the edge of the mountain's side and looked down and down it's craggy surface. Up till now, it had been a bit like walking up a steep hill; a VERY steep hill. Now, however, the mountain's presence made it's jagged self known. Everything looked so small, so very far away. She backed away when she grew dizzy from the height.
The bard sat upon a wide stone. There was tall bushy grass at her feet and her staff leaned against the rocky side of the mountain. She folded her hands in her lap and took a deep breath to calm the worry that had taken over once Xena had disappeared into the cloud. She looked up and found that experience just as dizzying as looking down. So she looked out into cream blue sky.
She was waiting.
It was going to be a long one.
She sighed and bent from the waist to grab her bag. She lifted it half off the ground and dug in with her free hand. A quill, a parchment and she'd be set. There was a clatter. Startled, Gabrielle dropped the bag. She still gripped her writing utensils, though the feather got bent. Xena's lover gasped.
The woman was older, but muscular. There were wrinkles. They curved attractively on the fit womanly form. The hair was silvered, but the eyes were young and sparkling. The bard felt a panic. "Who? How?" she stuttered.
"Hello Gabrielle," the woman answered gently. Her short silvered hair fluttered up with the wind. Her eyes were . . .wise. .and. .kind and very very blue. Gabrielle shivered.
"Xena?" Green eyes stared full and round and worried. "What happened to you!!!"
The warrior laughed. "Time, my love. Just time." She nodded at Gabrielle's rock. "May I?"
The bard blinked. She was being asked? Xena the older waited patiently for her love to get her bearings. "Oh!" Gabrielle scooted over. She felt the buzz of the warrior's familiar presence as Xena sat down. It *was* her.
"Xena," Gabrielle looked up to the clouds and felt a mix of awe and misery, "did the Gods do this?"
Again the warrior laughed and she wrapped a gentle arm around her love, "You could say that, but," Xena touched Gabrielle's chin and brought her attention back to her. "It's not what you think."
Gabrielle felt the pressure of the warrior's thumb upon her chin. She was being caressed affectionately, "Then what is it?"
"I'm just here to keep you company for a bit."
"Really?"
"Mmhmm, Really." The warrior released Gabrielle's chin and leaned back, bracing herself with her palms.
"You make it?" She was asking about the climb. Xena knew it.
"Mm, yes. It cost a lot though."
"Your youth." Gabrielle said matter of factly, assuming she knew. After all this wasn't how Xena looked when she'd last seen the warrior.
Xena shook her head, "No, not really. I'd lost that a long time ago. This was something different." She looked a bit sad, but lifted her head.
"Oh." The bard blinked and shifted to find a more comfortable position.
Xena crossed her sandled feet and brushed a hand down her tunic, removing a bit of debris from the climb. The gold on her wrist, waist and ear sparkled. A twinsnake tattoo curled up her bicep and her left breast was exposed, revealing the luscious earthy rose nipple. She was scarred, but tan and looking rested. Gabrielle fought back the urge to ask. Xena just smiled and answered before she could even make the question, "I've been on vacation. NO, I can't tell you. We can talk."
"About what?" Gabrielle was glad she had the scroll in her hand, wanting to make note of the details while she could.
The warrior smiled, "Almost anything." Gabrielle opened her mouth. "Except that." Gabrielle closed her mouth.
The bard looked at her . . .lover . . .and thought, if she couldn't ask about the future, maybe she could ask about the past. Her Xena hardly ever said anything about her past, except when she had to. For some reason Gabrielle thought this one might be different, so she picked the nosiest one she could think of, "Okay, who was your first lover."
"My first?" Xena cocked and eyebrow and chuckled, "Let me tell you about my first. He wasn't very good, but neither was I. I was determined, however, to learn." The warrior began a fascinating, full bodied, humorously sexy tale and Gabrielle listened, held rapt in astonishment.
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