ForevaXena's FanFic . . .

House Call

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).

Type: Erotica

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.

Violence: No more than a typical episode

Ick Factor: Girl Stuff Warning!!! If you're not into things pertaining to the female reproductive system, do NOT read this.

Xena sat Argo easily as the tall horse strolled along, but she wondered at Gabrielle's increasingly unusual behavior. Then she heard the words. Again. For the fifth time in less than two hours. "Uh, Xena? Hang on a minute, okay?" Before she could reply the Bard had darted into the thick forest. Xena halted Argo. Again. Gabby reappeared after a minute or so. Again.

"Gabrielle, what's going on? Are you sick?" The Bard shook her head, but her face told a different story. The Warrior dismounted and went to her. "Are you sure? What's the matter?" Gabby turned a faint pink. "Nothing." She tried to move past Xena to resume their journey, but Xena caught her arm. "Yes there is, and we're not going anywhere til I know what it is." The pink hue on her face deepened a bit. Then Xena realized why. For some reason Gabrielle was embarrassed. Certainly it wasn't the first time, but she couldn't fathom why. It was just the two of them, and they had scarcely any secrets between them. In fact, Gabrielle refused to meet her eyes, a rare thing indeed after all that they had been through together.

She gently cupped her lover's chin and lifted it. Gabby blinked repeatedly, looking anywhere but her face as her color deepened still. "Tell me what's wrong. Please?" The Bard winced and squirmed before finally giving up. "It itches," she mumbled. Xena let her go and she stepped back. "Itches?" Xena inquired. "It's not that spreading foot rot thing again, is it?" she asked. Hoping against all hope it wasn't. "No." Xena sighed inwardly with relief. "Then what itches?" Why was Gabrielle being so mysterious? The Bard fidgeted and looked way. "It does." she replied, so low Xena almost didn't hear her. "It?" The Warrior was starting to lose patience, but it wasn't like Gabrielle to be so reticent, so she began to worry, too.

Gabrielle became increasing uncomfortable under Xena's puzzled scrutiny, but she knew the Warrior wouldn't let her go until she told her the truth. She had to struggle to find the words. "It. You know... down there." She unconsciously brushed the front of her skirt.

The light dawned on Xena. No point in wasting time. She put a comforting arm around the Bard's shoulders. "Okay. Let's take a look." "What!?" Gabrielle had not expected this response and dug her heels in. Not that it mattered, Xena's superior strength propelled her off the path into the trees, Argo trailing obediently behind. "Wait a minute!..."

To no avail. Xena led her unerringly to a small open space near to a wide, quietly flowing stream. Having tied their mount to a tree, Xena returned. "Off with the skirt." "But.." Gabby tried to protest. "Either you do it or I do it." Xena threatened. Normally Gabrielle wouldn't have minded one damn bit, but this was different... "Now the breeches." Now positively red faced, Gabrielle complied.

Xena relented. "Look, I know this is hard for you, but I want to nip this thing in the bud or it'll get worse. Gabby kicked her breeches aside, and halted. "Worse? It could get worse than this?" she asked in alarm. "Much worse. As in, itching so badly it's raw and excruciating. At least you're with another woman. Try it surrounded by an army of sadistic, misogynist mercenaries." Gabrielle gulped, trying to picture Xena in such a scenario. "....I'll pass," she replied faintly.

"Now, lie down," Xena commanded, more gently this time. The Bard sighed and did as she was told, awaiting the worst. She laid her hands across her stomach and deliberately stared up through the trees as Xena spread her legs and settle between them. She glanced quickly. Xena was kneeling and reaching for her knees...Xena took her and hauled her gently up onto her lap, spreading her legs wider as she did so. Gabrielle was staring stoically upward, still pink faced.

The Warrior rested Gabby's cheeks on her thighs and spread her open. No surprise here, the flesh was swollen, red, and angry looking. No wonder the poor woman itched. "Just as I thought." "What?" Gabrielle asked, not quite sure she wanted to hear the answer. "You've got an infection...I thought you tasted funny last night." "Ha ha. You're so funny, Xena." Gabrielle tried to punch her, but the Warrior held her down, grinning. Then she swatted the Bard's rear and rolled her off before rising and digging something out of a saddlebag. "Here, go wash. Thoroughly."

Gabrielle got up just in time to catch the piece of soap. Grumbling, she took off her boots, waded into the stream, and found a deep place. Luckily it was out of Xena's sight. Despite all the times they had bathed together, she still couldn't bring herself to wash certain parts in front of her lover. She knew it made absolutely no sense, especially since she had little trouble pleasuring herself while Xena watched (and drooled. Almost). Just thinking about it.... "Ouch!" The harsh soap stung the instant it contacted the painfully sensitive membranes. Now she understood why she had climaxed so quickly the night before. Clenching her teeth, she worked the soap into every nook and cranny. Twice. Three times, dunking herself in the cold, slow running water each time.

Squeaky clean, not to mention burning, she returned, not knowing what Xena had planned for her, if anything. She hoped not. But it was not to be...

Xena was kneeling again, and patted the leaf litter in front of her. "Now what?" Gabrielle asked warily. Her lover picked up a small jar of....something black. "Something good for what ails you. Come on, lie down again." Gabrielle did so slowly, eyes glued to the ominous little jar. "What is that stuff? Hey, why can't I put it on myself?" She said, starting to rise. "Not so fast my lovely other half, you might miss a spot," Xena responded, trying not to leer and failing miserably. Gabby considered arguing, then decided it wouldn't be worth it. Besides, something told her this procedure might have its attractions. This time she scooted herself into place and lay back with a smile.

"My, my, aren't we eager?" Xena quipped, putting her hands under Gabby's tight little cheeks and settling her into place. The Bard obligingly spread her legs wide as Xena opened the jar. An odd, pungent odor assailed the Bard's nose..."Hey, what is that stuff?" she asked, propping herself up on her elbows. "It's petroleum based, guaranteed to stop this problem of yours in its tracks." That sounded very appealing, smell or no smell. "Go for it, anything is better than this."

Xena grinned, a glob of the stuff perched on her finger. As Gabby watched, she exposed the Bard's nether parts and coated them, swirling her finger in circles and digging into the creases. The stuff was cool on her stinging flesh, followed by a slight numbing effect.

Gabby's stomach and leg muscles contracted as unexpected sensations of pleasure erupted under her lover's touch. Xena stopped. "Did I hurt you?" Gabrielle smiled and tipped her head back before laying down again, stifling a groan. "No. Don't stop....That feels great." Xena wasn't sure she'd heard right. But then, Gabrielle never ceased to amaze her with her passionate responses. Mirroring Gabby's smile, she continued to work the black goo into every fold, occasionally stroking the delicious little nub, which quickly enlarged under her ministrations. Gabrielle clutched at leaves and mewed as her hips began to rock. The Warrior kept a steady; light pressure as Gabrielle became more and more active, until she had to hold her in place with the other hand...

Suddenly the Bard stiffened, then bucked as waves of intense pleasure shook her. No sooner had they stopped, than Xena inserted a couple of fingers and another orgasm, this one soft and internal, washed through her, leaving her limp and breathless. Xena gently set Gabrielle's legs to the side and lay next to her, taking one boneless hand in her. The non-gooey one, that is. "That good, huh?" Gabrielle nodded slowly, still trying to reconnect with reality. "Hey, relax and take it easy. We're not in a rush."

The Bard lay her head back down, still breathing a bit faster than normal. A thought occurred to Xena. "Did you get any sleep last night?" "Uh uh, it itched too much, I spent most of the time trying not to scratch. But I guess I dropped off eventually." No wonder it had taken so long to awaken her.

She still hadn't opened her eyes, and the Warrior surmised she was drifting into sleep. Gabrielle rolled over, draped a leg over Xena's, and tried to tuck her face into her lover's chest, only to bang into the hard, unyielding breastplate.

"Ow!" That woke her up. "Gabrielle! Are you alright?" The Bard rubbed her throbbing nose. "No permanent damage." Xena regarded her tenderly, trying not to laugh. She quickly wiped her finger clean with a handful of leaves and sat up to take the offending armor off.

"Come 'ere." She lay down again gathered the smaller woman into her arms so that the lovely face was nestled in her cleavage. Gabby put her leg back where it had been, snaked her upper arm under Xena's and over her back. The other hand cupped a breast under her cheek as if it were a pillow. Moments later she began to snore softly.

Xena remembered a time, a very distant time it seemed now, when the Bard's snoring drove her beyond distraction to anger. Bad enough the silly girl made so much noise awake, but did she stop just because she was asleep? No!... Now it was comforting, and when they were separated she missed it terribly. She angled her arm above her shoulder and rested her head on it, gazing at her sleeping reason-for-being. Her mind filled with all the reasons she loved this woman, and somewhere along the line Gabby's quiet, even snoring acted as a soporific, and she joined her in slumber.

She dreamed. At first they were bizarre but not unpleasant. Until she found herself in the past, sitting in her tent with a slave girl while Borias was out on patrol. She stared at the girl as if she were a thing; an object which existed solely for her pleasure and will, which, in fact, she was. "Come here," she demanded in a no nonsense tone of voice. The young woman rose reluctantly stopped before her, head bowed. The Warlord scooted forward in her looted chair, it was actually more of a throne, she pointed to her lap. "Sit." The slave did so. Xena continued to stare daggers at her, even though the poor girl was completely intimidated.

She was brown haired, with brown eyes. Fairly attractive but nothing special. Xena took the collar of her dress between her strong hands and effortlessly ripped it open, baring a tempting set of well-developed breasts. Gloating at the twin prizes, she seized one roughly and twisted the nipple, hard. The girl bit back a cry of pain, but it showed, and the Warlord did it again, harder. "What's the matter? Can't take a little pain?" She pointed to a scar over her right breast. "See this? I took a sword point. Do you think I blubbered and carried on? Ares, what a coward you are." She grabbed the girl's hair and yanked her forward for a kiss. She invaded the yielding mouth and splayed a hand under a full breast. The heart beneath beat at a furious rate, but from fear, not passion. This both pleased and angered her. She bit the tongue trying to escape her, drawing blood. Licking her lips, she sat back a bit as the slave tried to put on a brave front. She snarled in disgust and cupped both breasts, thumbing the nipples. Nothing happened. She expected them to grow, but to her disappointment and aggravation they remained flat and unresponsive. "Not turned on, huh? Need more?" she sneered. "How about this?" She spread her knees, likewise the slave's, and shoved a non too clean hand under the ragged dress til it met flesh. The girl gulped and twitched as Xena's hand crudely felt for her opening. She was dry, to the Warlord's wrathful dismay. She smiled nastily and drove three fingers in. The girl jerked and tried to escape, but Xena grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her forward for another kiss. She ignored the struggling of the body as her own excitement grew, crested, and finally exploded.

Sated, she leaned forward and rested her forehead on the girl's upper chest, oblivious her shaking with pain and fear. Still she kept an iron grip on back of the girl's neck until she had recovered somewhat. With that, she shoved the slave off backwards, glaring at her. It hadn't been as much fun as she thought it would be. She was still unsatisfied....She leaned forward, preparing to grab her again when she suddenly turned into Gabrielle. The Bard stared her in fear, pain, and confusion. Xena came to herself, and gaped wildly at her surroundings. Then she realized what she had done to her lover while in Warlord mode. When she fell forward off her throne onto her knees, Gabrielle shrank away in terror.

"Oh, Gods, Gabrielle, I don't know what came over me...I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you!?"

The Bard scooted backward, trying to close the front of her dress. She dipped one hand beneath, and when she withdrew it, her fingers were bloody. She stared at them in shocked disbelief, then at Xena. Xena crept a bit closer. "Gabrielle!?" Her lover froze, then suddenly leapt to her feet and bolted from the tent. Xena crouched on the thick furs, unable to move or think. "Gabrielle?......Gabrielle?" The name spilled from her numb lips repeatedly. She tried to rise, but couldn't. "Gabrielle!?....Gabrielle!?...Gabrielle!!......Gabrielle!!!....I didn't mean it! I didn't mean to hurt you! I thought it was someone else!!"

The Bard's voice answered her, although she was nowhere to be seen. It was a cold, hard voice, the tone of which she had not heard since their journey through Illusia. "Is that supposed to make a difference? You hurt her, Xena. Worse than that, you raped her. She and I are the same. How could you do that to another woman? How could you do that to me?" "Gabrielle? Where are you?" "I use to be in your heart, but now..." the voice trailed off and it was silent. "Gabrielle!?....Gabrielle!!!!"

An earthquake hit and her world rocked... "Xena? Wake up, you're having a nightmare."

She snapped her eyes open, only to see a pair of very concerned green ones looking down at her.

"Are you okay?" Gabrielle asked as she sat up. "Yeah." "Want to talk about it?" "Not really." She wiped her face nervously and brushed het hair back. "You should. The more you talk about it the better you'll feel. Come on, tell me about it." She considered refusing, but she knew her lover would persist until she gave in, so she described the dream, not leaving out a single detail. Gone were the days when she thought she could, should, and would try to protect her other half from her inner turmoil.

By the time she finished, she knew her face mirrored her unease. "Xena, did you ever really do that to someone?" She thought about it a moment, then shook her head. "But I came close a few times. If they didn't please me, I'd...." She faltered, not wanting Gabrielle to know the truth. "You'd what?" the Bard pressed, taking her hand. Xena looked away for a moment, then straight ahead, avoiding those questing, verdant eyes. I'd sorta rough 'em up. Not whip 'em or beat 'em real bad, but.....I hurt them just the same; and not just their bodies." The hand holding hers squeezed lightly. "Did you turn them over to your men?" Gabrielle had to know. "No! Of course not. I had my limits, even back then!" "Then what did you do with them?" "Sold 'em as slaves as soon as I could."

Gabrielle began a different line of questioning. "Would you ever do anything like that to me?" The ex-Warlord stared at her in sheer horror, remembering the time she had attacked the Amazon village, roped Gabrielle by the ankles, dragged her through the village, across several miles of countryside, and tried to hurl her over a cliff. Was this a trick question? Did Gabrielle still not trust her? "No!...Never!...." she stammered wildly, until Gabrielle touched her cheek with an infinitely gentle fingertip. "Of course you wouldn't, but you still haven't forgiven yourself for the way you mistreated those women. When you do, they'll stop....." An intriguing question popped up in the Bard's agile mind. "Did you have nightmares back then, too? Or only after you quit warlording?" Xena didn't have to think about it at all. "Yeah. A lot." "Then that means part of you knew you were doing the wrong thing, you just wouldn't admit it. Or perhaps you didn't realize it. Dreams are like that, you know." Gabrielle brought Xena's hand to her lips and kissed it.

The Warrior stared at her, marveling at her luck. Gabrielle didn't stop at one kiss, but kept going. Xena found it un-nerving so soon after such a violent dream. "How can you kiss a hand that's killed and hurt so many people?" "You don't do that anymore." Kiss. "Yes I do." Kiss. "Only if you have to, to defend yourself, or me, or others." Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. "Stop that, you're making me nervous." "Don't be silly, Xena. Work with me here, will ya?"

The feel of Gabrielle's soft lips on her hand punctuated by the occasional delicate touch of her wet, silky tongue undid her. She slowly retrieved her hand, bringing Gabrielle's with it. Not to be outdone, the Bard followed, kissing her mouth before trailing her way slowly down her throat to her cleavage. There she stopped and took a deep sniff, taking in all the scents unique to her lover; leather, horse, wood smoke, and her own special scent with drove the Bard wild.

Now thoroughly heady, she licked the smooth valley. A tiny shiver ran down her spine as Xena made a tiny sound. Emboldened, she reached up and slid the straps of Xena's leathers down, then the cups which imprisoned her breasts. The nipples were hard already, and she circled one slowly with her tongue while playing with the other. Xena put both hands behind her head, pulling her close as she arched forward at the same time. Gabrielle took as much as she could, laving and sucking the hard nipple til the Warrior pulled her up for a hot kiss before pushing her down. Smiling wickedly, the kissed and licked her way, pausing to stick the tip of her tongue into a quivering belly button before continuing. She took her time, ignoring the pleas for mercy. Finally she scooted back and lay between Xena's legs. She nuzzled the fur, eliciting a half moan, half growl from above. First she teased the Warrior, flicking the tip of the swollen nub before digging deeper and swirling her tongue around it. A pair of strong hands wound themselves in her hair and pulled her forward, she resisted, yelping in pain. "Ow!" The grip loosened, but not much. She went back to her torture of the tall warrior. Xena's hips began to move, erratically at first, then with a rhythm. Gabrielle coordinated her stimulation with it. The tempo increased, Xena was getting close. Suddenly the Warrior spasmed, then bucked. Gabrielle moved with her, making her strokes lighter and until she was barely touching the twitching nub, and Xena lay still; breathing fast and hard. Gabrielle crawled up next to her, now thoroughly aroused herself.

Several minutes passed, and Xena regained her senses. The Bard was surreptitiously, perhaps subconsciously, rocking; rubbing one flawless breast against Xena's arm with a dreamy expression on her face. Xena realized it was the latter. "Gabrielle?" The moss green eyes slowly focused and zoomed in on hers. "Hmm?" Xena gently pushed the little Bard onto her back and straddled her.

"Do you know how much I love you?" she whispered. Mmm, I think I'm about to find out," the Bard responded impertinently. The Warrior pursed her lips, trying not to laugh. "Oh yeah? Well, just for that.." she started to get up, only to have a pair of small but strong hands grab her wrists. "No! Don't! I didn't mean it!" Xena gazed down at the distraught woman in surprise; Gabrielle really was truly upset. Instantly she resumed her position, taking the hands in hers. "Of course not, Gabrielle, I was just joking. Calm down." Gabby's eyes lost their wild look.

The Warrior leaned down and kissed the still quivering lips. "You're right, you are about to find out how much I love you." She nudged Gabrielle's lips apart and slid her tongue into the welcoming cavern. Finding the Bard's, she captured and sucked it as if it were an oversized clit. Gabrielle moaned, and Xena caught the sound as a pair of arms wrapped themselves across her back. Eventually they came up for air, but she returned immediately. Gabby tried to return the favor, but Xena wouldn't let her. Instead she slowly withdrew, bringing a thin string of spit with her, which she licked up while eyeing the Bard mischievously. Green orbs stared back in fascination. She leaned down again, kissing and licking Gabby's face, her lips, her nose, each eye in turn, and slowly made her way down the side of her face to her jaw line. Tipping it up, she continued down, pausing to nurse the pulse she found at the base of her throat. Then she worked her way further down to a breast. She nuzzled the nipple, already pert with arousal. She laid her hand on the other and massaged it, gently raking her fingers over the stiff tip. Gabrielle groaned deep in her throat, a soft, drawn out sound which sent a shiver through the Warrior. The hands moved from her back to her head. The Bard arched upward as she clutched Xena to her. Xena complied by taking as much of the breast into her mouth as she could. She swirled her tongue over the soft, slippery flesh, unable to get enough to suit either one of them. Gabrielle's breathing increased and grew ragged, fueling Xena's efforts. Her entire world consisted of Gabrielle, nothing else registered or mattered. Gabby's breathing began to be punctuated by soft grunts as the Warrior continued to feast on her. Suddenly she switched to the other breast and Gabby arched up, pulling her even closer till she could barely breathe past the flesh crammed against her nose. The Bard began squirming, her hips rocking as she clutched and released Xena's head to her. She grunted with each pelvic thrust, the sensations of pleasure shooting there from her breasts. Dimly she remembered the state of her lower parts and the fact that Xena could not go there, nor did she expect her to. Not that it mattered, she had always been able to orgasm from breast play, whether she did it herself or Xena did it. Actually, Xena was better, she could use her tongue whereas Gabrielle could not. She concentrated on that tongue as it circled and sucked the stimulated nipple and sensitive skin surrounding it. Her excitement grew.... "Xena." And grew. "Xena?" More. Stronger. "Xena!" Intense. "Xena...I'm gonna come.....I'm gonna..." The exquisite pleasure exploded in slow motion, she moved with it, grunting as each wave rolled through her.

Xena would have lost contact with her as she surged up and down if the Bard hadn't been holding her so tight. Gabrielle thrust up against her twice more, hesitated, then lifted both of them as a deep, yet soft grunt punctuated the last ripple of sheer bliss that filled her very being. She collapsed, her suddenly weak arms falling away as she panted. Xena remained where she was, gazing down at the Bard, who had that look of profound relaxation she always got after a climax. She brushed a strand of gold hair off Gabby's face and leaned down to kiss her before laying next to her and taking her into her arms. The Bard managed a smile and was able to open her eyes half way. She tried to say something, but didn't have the presence of mind or energy to get it out. She settled for a gentle kiss, which Xena returned. It didn't end there, they kissed and kissed and kissed until Gabrielle was fully recuperated.

"I suppose we should get going," she murmured into the Warrior's mouth. The sun was higher in the sky, almost straight overhead. "Mmmmmm." was Xena's intelligent reply as she softly explored the Bard's warm, savory cavern. Gabrielle was about to say more, but Xena captured her tongue again, rendering her speechless. This time she let her...for a little while, then turned the tables.

Xena held her breath as the Bard caught her tongue in return and gave her a bit of her own medicine. I worked all too well, Gabrielle could play her like a musical instrument. In seconds she was on fire..."You're right, we should get going. No point in lollygagging about." She broke the connection so fast Gabrielle was left open mouthed with her tongue still extended. It was truly a hysterically funny sight and she burst out laughing. Gabrielle withdrew the appendage and glared at her; well, not a real glare. "What's so funny?" she demanded. "You!" Xena snorted, trying to contain herself. "Ha ha." The Bard was not quite so amused, especially since she didn't know why Xena was laughing at her, and she suspected it was the Warrior's fault, whatever it was. Besides, she'd been well on her way to another fantastic sexual experience and Xena had rudely withdrawn without so much as a 'do you mind'.

"Xena, get back here and finish what you started, ya big tease!" The Warrior stopped laughing and stared down at her. Of all the nerve! "I started this? You kissed me first, remember?" Gabrielle frowned. "Did I? I don't..." "I do." Before she knew what was happening, Xena swooped down on her and delivered a killer smooch which took her breath away. By the time the Warrior let her go she was suffering oxygen deprivation. "Is that better?" Xena asked, Her eyes twinkling mischievously. Gabby could only suck air and nod. "Do you really want to do it again." Xena asked. Another nod, this one vigorous. "Okay, but you do me first." "Why? I mean, I don't mind, I'd love to, but.."

Xena smirked her best, sexy smirk. "That thing you did to my tongue, it really gets me going, y' know?" "Yeah?" Gabrielle was thoroughly mystified now. What did that have to do with her lover suddenly calling it all off? "Well, I figured if we didn't stop we'd be here all day."

"So? What's wrong with that? It's not as if we have anywhere to go." Xena gazed at her beautiful lover and decided a good romp might not be such a bad thing after all. But...

Gabrielle watched as different expressions flitted across Xena's face as she considered her suggestion. The last was a slight frown. "But, what about your...you know. You should let it heal. I mean, I know you can get your jollies from..." Gabrielle laughed at Xena's verbal modesty. "Tit play?" She supplied helpfully. Her reward was a light blush which suffused the Warrior's face. "Whatever." Xena said, just a bit sharply. Gabby chuckled again. "Xena, you're so funny sometimes. Come 'ere."

In no time at all they were plastering each other with kisses, and Gabrielle got hold of the Xena's tongue again, determined to have her wicked way with the Warrior. This time Xena let her, let the fire build until she couldn't stand it anymore and tugged Gabby's head down to an aching, swollen breast.

The Bard eagerly obliged, taking in as much as she could and swirling her tongue over the pebbled flesh. Xena squirmed and moaned, twining her fingers in fine, blond hair as darts of joy headed South and collected there like rainwater. Soon she felt full and tight, yearning for relief. Gabrielle knew her other half well, when Xena's cries reached a certain pitch she worked her way down, stroking the insides of the smooth thighs. They parted readily and she settled between them. She wasted no time, but dove right in, using her face instead of her hands to open the outer folds while her arms and hands snaked under Xena's cheeks and grasped her hips in a firm hold. That was when the Warrior realized she was in trouble; her Bard was in overdrive and would show no mercy. She barely had time to suck a deep breath of anticipation when Gabrielle attacked.

"Oh Gods!" The words wrenched themselves from her throat as Gabby licked and flicked and stroked. Hard, without letup. The Bard snorted and mmmm'd as she feasted on the succulent flesh, erotic music to Xena's ears which propelled her all the faster toward nirvana. The strong, muscular arms tightened their hold on her hips as Gabrielle dug her toes into the ground and pushed herself forward, pressing even harder on Xena's core... "Gabrielle!....Gabrielle!" Xena panted and struggled under the delicious assault. The Bard wasn't this enthusiastic very often and she didn't mind one damn bit.

She managed to reach down and grab the golden head to thrust against the soft lips and tongue. "Gab....Gab...." she grunted with each stroke from the Bard, unable to get the Bard's full name out. They met together rhythmically, thrust for thrust, each gripping the other as their excitement grew.

Xena felt it approaching and embraced it. Suddenly she was transported to another place and time as the her entire being shifted along with the universe. Earthquakes with their epicenter at the tip of Gabrielle's tongue rearranged her landscape without leaving a trace... "Gabrieeellllllllllle!"

Gabrielle was on the verge of coming herself when Xena beat her to it. Fragrant fluid gushed into her mouth and she lapped it up as she continued to flick the hard nub. But when Xena called out her name, her own orgasm shook her to the bone as she pressed her face into the slick, quivering flesh before her and held her breath for as long as she could. Soft bolts of delight shivered through her body. She raised her head a little and let out the air in her lungs with a deep grunt before crawling awkwardly up Xena's panting body and laying down on her. Liquid trickled from between her legs and tickled as it went before seeping onto her lover. Neither could speak. The last thing she remembered was Xena's arms going across her back and hugging her. The Warrior

heaved a tremendous sigh and slipped into oblivion with her lover.

Argo neighed. A twig snapped. Both Xena and Gabrielle jumped to their feet, weapons in hand as a group of smelly, ragged pounced on them from the underbrush. They paused at the sight of two, naked, beautiful women brandishing arms, and that was their undoing. The Warrior and the Bard attacked, catching them off guard. It was a short fight, their mastery of sword play was minimal; good against untrained and fearful peasants, ineffective against trained fighters such as these two, clothed or not.

Xena clocked the last one just hard enough to bring him to his knees and put the pinch on him. Then she stepped back. "You ask the questions this time, Gabrielle" the Bard's eyebrows went up, then she smiled as she knelt in front of the miscreant. "Xena has cut off the flow of blood to your brain. You have thirty seconds to answer me. Who are you and why did you attack us?" The unwashed brigand gulped and stuttered. "Melos....We wanted you as slaves, your valuables, and your horse." "Were you planning on having some female entertainment at our expense, too?" Gabrielle demanded dangerously. Xena growled menacingly. "No.." The Bard didn't believe him for a second. "Liar!" "Yes!" "Who sent you?" "No one. This is our territory... our stretch of the road." "This is a Royal road on Royal property, Mister. You're all under arrest!" With those words she picked up her staff and whacked him up the side of his head. He fell over and Xena took her pinch off him. "See Gabrielle, you do ask good questions" Gabby grinned like a cream filled cat.

They quickly tied the bandits' hands behind their backs, then to separate trees before they could come to. "I guess we really should get going, huh, Xena?" "Yeah. We have to report this bunch to the nearest village so they can send a magistrate to take them into custody." Gabby sighed as she tested the last knot. "This one's kinda cute. Too bad he's unacquainted with soap and sells people for a living." Xena made a face. "Yeah, he's a real gem alright." Gabrielle retaliated by sticking out her tongue at her warrior friend. "Hasn't that had enough exercise for one day?" Xena quipped. That earned her a mock glare. "Ha ha. I didn't hear you complaining before, Warrior Princess."

Then they realized they were both butt naked. Gabrielle put shorts on, but when she reached for her skirt, Xena got it first, knelt, and held it open. "What are you doing?" Gabby asked. Xena shook the garment. "Humor me, will ya?" Shrugging, Gabrielle did as asked, resting her hands on Xena's shoulders for balance while stepping into it. Usually this sort of thing was done in reverse as a sort of foreplay. Xena's strong, large hands skimmed up her legs and settled the shirt on her hips before fastening it and smoothing it out. She flashed a devastating smile at the Bard that made her want to kick it off again... No such luck. Xena then picked up her green top, put one unresisting hand and arm through, then the other. The look on her face as she tucked Gabrielle's breasts into position inside, not to mention the sensation Gabby felt when she did it, forced a deep breath from the Bard. Xena merely smiled and kissed the inviting cleavage.

"Xena! We're never gonna get out of here if you don't stop that." "So? You never got your second turn, remember?" "I don't need it, I came when you did." "Uh uh, not good enough. I guess I'll have to care of that little oversight." The Warrior sank to her knees, taking Gabrielle with her so that her lover straddled her. She put Gabrielle's arms over her shoulders and ran her hands up and down the Bard's muscular thighs until the little blond sucked in another deep breath. Her hands moved slowly up the sides and pulled the top's straps down, tugging the green garment down to her waist.

Gabrielle's perfect, delicious breasts were right in front of her, begging to be kissed, and more. But she kissed Gabby on the mouth first, a long sensuous kiss that left both of them breathless. Sometimes she though she could kiss her lovely soulmate for hours and never tire of it. Gabrielle anticipated what was in store and her heart began pounding beneath the Warrior's palm on her ribs tucked snugly beneath her left breast. Xena felt it and kissed her again, and again before working her way lower. She halted at the base of Gabrielle's throat and moved her hand from beneath the breast to cup it, then caress it. Gabby put her hand over Xena's and mewed a tiny sound like a kitten. It drove the Warrior crazy. She growled and slid her cheek down until the she reached the nipple. It was soft, unlike the other. Until she licked a couple of times and sucked it into her warm mouth. Gabrielle gasped and arched into her, hugging her close with her free hand. The sound and motion triggered her own response and felt a wet fullness below. She worked on the soft flesh, reveling in the feel and scent. Gabrielle's gasps slowly turned into soft, deep throated grunts, where upon Xena switched to the other breast. She placed the Bard's hand under her own breast and put her hand under it. The knowledge that Gabrielle was supporting it herself while she suckled it excited her no end. She feasted on the silky skin, goaded by Gabrielle's ongoing sounds of ecstasy. The Bard's grip on her neck tightened and she suddenly went still. Xena kept the same pace and pressure as Gabrielle first flung her head back, arching into her, then forward, burying her face in Xena's hair. Dark and blond mixed as the Bard shuddered convulsively in her arms, then relaxed.

The Warrior reluctantly let go of her fascinating toy and lifted Gabrielle's adorable face. Her eyes were closed but her mouth was open as she panted. "Open your eyes, Gabrielle." The Bard slowly complied, and Xena felt herself drowning in those clear green orbs overflowing with love and trust. She took that face and laid it on her shoulder as she hugged her close. They stayed that way until Gabrielle regained her senses. Luckily none of the renegades had awoken to see this little interlude.

Xena put Gabrielle's top on again, this time without incident. Then Gabby helped Xena dress, although it took a long time because they kept stopping to kiss. Eventually they were both fully clothed. They packed their things, and went back to the road. By now the sun was past its zenith, not that they were in any hurry.

The nearest village turned out to be several hours away. At first Gabrielle was quiet. Thinking about the day's events. Then her ever present imagination kicked in and she began talking about her latest idea, that the Earth went around the Sun, not the other way around as most scholars thought.. "Uh huh, sure, Gabrielle." Xena made a face but Gabrielle was too preoccupied to notice it. "I mean it!" She talk nonstop the entire way, trying to convince Xena that she was right, unaware that her companion didn't really give a damn one way or the other. Not that Xena dared say so, she'd never hear the end of it.

They reached the village and went straight to the magistrate, who promptly gathered an assortment of farmers and tradesmen to fetch the bandits. Just as they sat down to a very welcome hot meal and cool drink, a boy rushed into the tavern spouting about a giant destroying crops in the next valley. The Warrior and the Bard looked at each other, and Gabrielle muttered, "Here we go again..."

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"How's it look?" Gabrielle asked, sitting near the edge of the bed. "Picture perfect. How does it feel?" Xena asked back as she knelt between the Bard's sexy legs. They were both still damp from their bath, although they had each dried the other off. "Neglected," Gabrielle replied truthfully. "Oh come on, it's only been a week" "Easy for you to say." "You poor thing. I guess I'll have to do something about it, won't I?" "Hey, don't let me stop you." Xena quirked her eyebrow and Gabrielle knew she was in for a treat.

The Warrior began by stroking the wide spread thighs; petal soft skin over firm muscle. First on the outside, then working her way in, letting Gabrielle's breathing guide her. She moved her hands behind the Bard's tight little rear end and drew her closer to the edge of the bed, until she was close to falling off. The inside of one knee beckoned, and she kissed it softly before continuing up the leg to the juncture where a strong tendon was licked until the leg began to quiver. She repeated the same maneuver on the other side, but this time she parted the Bard even wider, nuzzling the golden, scented fur. Gabrielle's excitement was obvious; her breathing was ragged and heavy, her nub was bright pink and protruding through her inner folds.

Xena flicked it lightly, making the Bard jump. She did it a couple more times, then bared the Bard with her thumbs, drinking in the sight. Shining crystal drops of liquid trickled from her opening, which opened and closed spasmodically. The swollen nub twitched, begging to be licked. So she did; she pressed her face into the slick flesh, stroking and circling it.

Gabrielle's stomach and leg muscles contracted, bringing her forward and down with a soft, deep throated grunt of sheer pleasure. "Gods that feels good. Please, whatever you do, don't stop," she gasped. Xena smiled but replied by slipping three finger deep inside her lover, savoring the how the Bard's strong inner muscles gripped them. Gabrielle put her hands behind Xena's head, pulling her closer while thrusting her hips forward at the same time. At first they were random, but soon developed a rhythm. She bent over the dark head between her legs and pumped faster and faster as the sensations built. It had been a long time as she was concerned. Nothing existed except that luscious tongue feasting on her starving flesh. Xena fueled her excitement with her own noises of pleasure mixed with wet, sucking sounds as she did her best to gratify her lover.

Gabrielle felt it approaching... "Xena...I'm gonna come...I'm... I'm gonna...." The rest was lost in a rhythmic grunting as her orgasm overtook her and re-arranged reality. Her only connection was her death grip on Xena's head as she strove against the Warrior's tongue and fingers. Xena moved with her, plunging her fingers deep each time Gabrielle thrust against her, at the same time flattening the enlarged clit with her tongue. Gabrielle came and came and came, convulsing each time a wave shot though her until they finally faded away.

Sated and exhausted, she bent forward and lay her head atop Xena's. When she had partly regained her breath, she brought the dark head up for a breathless kiss, tasting herself on the Warrior's lips. Then she let go of Xena's head and flopped back on the bed. Xena climbed up next to her and gathered her into her arms until the heaving breasts quieted.

"Was it worth the wait?" Xena teased gently. "Gods yes," Gabrielle panted. She rolled Xena onto her back and lay down on her; a favorite position for both of them. Xena kissed the top of her head, taking in Gabrielle's intoxicating scent. "I'm glad. I love you, Gabrielle; I want to make you happy." Gabrielle gazed into the intense blue eyes, drowning in them. "Just being with you makes me happy, you know that." Then she smiled like a beautiful dawn. "Although love making never hurts. Oh no, not a bit." "Nymph," Xena taunted with a grin, as equally mesmerized by her lover's moss green eyes. "You should talk," Gabrielle replied, smothering a yawn. "Tired?" "Yeah. We had quite a day, huh?" "Ah, it was nothin'." The Bard made a rude noise and felt a pleasant rumbling beneath as Xena laughed. "Yeah, yeah, so we've had worse. I'm still beat."

"And still more negotiations tomorrow." "Oh Gods, don't remind me," the Bard groaned. Xena merely smiled and brought the candle close enough to blow it out.

THE END

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