ForevaXena's FanFic . . .

Bottoms Up!

by Caley Woulfe

Disclaimer: Xena and Gabrielle belong to their creators at Ren Pic. I'm only borrowing them to use in my imagination. I promise to return them only a bit worse for wear (tired but happy).

Sex: You bet! Graphic, and plenty of it. If lovemaking between two women isn't your thing, leave now. If it's illegal where you live, think of moving. If you're under 18, wait a few years. Homophobic e-mails will be deleted unread, and I will also ask the Great Mother to open your eyes.

"You must think I'm nuts, right?" Xena asked equably.

"The thought has crossed my mind." The bard's voice was a bit muffled by the fact that she was upside down; as least her upper half was. She lay face down across Xena's sturdy knees, her head to Xena's left. Her short blonde hair, being susceptible to gravity like the rest of her, stood on end, the result being that her head had a slight resemblance to a bottle brush. 

"Well, I'm not. I'm just having some fun."

However, the bard's idea of 'fun' differed from her stalwart lover's. Xena's left hand was solidly planted between her shoulder blades, while her right moved in gentle circles on her back side. Neither of them was wearing a stitch of clothing - thus restrained. In theory anyway, Gabrielle struggled against her tormentor. Not too hard though; they both knew she was strong enough to escape the warrior's lascivious hold. Especially since her arms were free, as well as her legs.

"Damnit, Xena, let me up or I'm gonna kill you!" That earned her a sensual rub on her baby soft bottom that made her wet on the spot. Xena felt the wetness as it leaked through the soft curls crushed against her thigh. Every time the bard moved, her patch pressed against Xena's leg and the warrior got a thrill from the sensation. So did Gabrielle. 

"Oh yeah? You and what army? The Persians?" the warrior taunted. Gabrielle growled. Xena chuckled.

Gabrielle put her palms on the ground and tried to push herself up, but Xena's hand on her back only let her get so far before moving to her sensitive ribs and tickling her unmercifully. Laughter burst from her mouth as she tried, unsuccessfully, to bat Xena's hands away. It was impossible. This went on a few agonizing moments until she was almost totally out of breath. "Stop it!" she managed to protest. Much to her relief, Xena did, and soothed her while she got her wind back. However, the warrior appreciated the feel of Gabrielle puffing as she lay across her knees, sides heaving. It made her wet.

She continued to massage Gabrielle's smooth, firm rear until the bard had recovered. She lay quietly for a change. Xena leaned forward and let her hair trail over the tight cheeks. She was rewarded with a gasp from beneath. Gabrielle squirmed again, this time clutching Xena's muscular legs to steady herself.

This went on for a bit, then Gabrielle said, "This is getting uncomfortable, could you please speed things up a little?" 

Xena smiled and slowly slid her left hand from the Bard's back to her side, where it hesitated before moving further and cupping the nearest
breast. They both sighed at the contact as she gently played with the supple flesh. Gabrielle's nipple was raised, but still soft; it grew hard under Xena's fingers as she rolled it between her fingers, pulling another sigh from her captive. The bard was soon panting for another reason as Xena
kneaded her breast with a large, warm hand. All the sensations shot down, er, up, to her groin, where they gathered between her legs. She got that familiar warm, full feeling which craved attention. The physical kind.

Xena was equally aroused, and became more so when she felt a fresh flow of wetness against her thigh. Deciding she was done teasing the poor bard, she slipped a finger between her soul mate's delectable buns to where she needed it most. Gabrielle groaned lightly as Xena worked her usual magic on her. The warrior caressed the slick, wet flesh as Gabrielle strained to meet her. She felt the bard's hold on her leg tighten as she stroked the firm nub deep within. Her arousal grew with Gabrielle's. She felt the muscular body begin to tense, but she kept the same speed and pressure. By this time Gabrielle was pushing back against her, and she let her set the rhythm. She was soaking wet and on the verge of coming herself.

The bard began issuing a stream of sexy noises punctuated by Xena's name, a few Gods, and some things Xena couldn't quite make out. All of a sudden she went quiet, very tense, then blurted, "Oh Gods!" a she orgasmed. Xena kept her finger still as Gabrielle thrust herself against it in sort, hard, fast jerks of her sexy hips.

It was too much for the warrior; she came too, arching her hips forwards against Gabrielle's. The bard's movements continued frenetically until the
sensations became too much and began to overload her. She shifted slightly to lessen the pressure and milked her orgasm for all it was worth. Finally the feelings faded and she pulled her self forward away from Xena's very helpful finger.

Now she was out of breath and acutely uncomfortable, not mention unable to think, speak, or move. However, gone were the days when Xena carried her to their bed roll. That was fine in the beginning, but nowadays she preferred to get there under her own power....most of the time. And this was one of them.

She half dragged herself, half fell off Xena's lap and landed on her side. 

"Are you ok, sweetheart?" Xena asked she knelt next to her. 

"Yeah, my stomach was starting to hurt, that's all." 

Xena brushed her bangs out of her face with a gentle finger. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable on our furs?" "In a minute." But moments later she climbed to her hands and knees, then stood unsteadily.

Xena knew better than to scoop her up like she did in the old days, but instead she took Gabrielle's hand and led her slowly to the bedroll. She took Gabrielle into a hug and kissed her. The bard returned the embrace and kissed her back, but her legs were still wobbly and it was difficult to stand. Xena caught on, and they lowered themselves to the cozy furs. The warrior maneuvered herself under Gabrielle, who settled on top of her with a sigh. 

The bard was still short of breath and panted lightly as she lay with her head below Xena's chin. She said nothing, although she shifted slightly a few times. Her breathing quieted and grew even, and Xena realized she had fallen asleep. She felt around for the cover, drew it up over them, and joined her lover in slumber...

THE END

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