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by ForevaXena
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Part I
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-- Chapter 1 --
Although throughout my travels I've heard many tales about seeing someone across the room and falling hopelessly in love, I never truly believed it possible until it happened to me.
My companion and I hadn't known each other long, when fate set us on a course across the Aegean. The ship's captain, though a rogue, was bright and ruggedly handsome, so it came as no surprise when my friend began to show an interest in him. I saw it coming from the start. It was her eyes that betrayed her, just as mine would later betray me.
Looking back now, I never could have predicted the events that were to follow, never could have guessed that I was capable of experiencing such intense desire. Nor would I have dreamed in my wildest fantasies that on that first night at sea, I would lie motionless in my hammock and watch her take him…but I did.
It was the sound of her voice, unlike I'd ever heard it, that first awakened me. Startlingly sensual, it pulled me from sleep. Although, I couldn't make out her words, her tone--low and needful--drew me in. I couldn't help but look.
Peering cautiously across the large cabin we shared, I saw them. Stripped to the waist, the captain stood with his back to me, partially blocking her from my view. I watched, entranced, as her hands slid across his shoulders, her blunt nails lightly scratching his skin. Her fingers moved slowly, almost teasingly, along his spine, only to disappear from view as they glided over his hips.
Suddenly, embarrassed to have intruded on their intimate tryst, I glanced away, but her moan of pleasure drew me back. As wrong as it was, I couldn't help myself. I was mesmerized, unable to tear my eyes from them.
Although, from my vantage point, I was no longer able to see her hands, I knew from the play of muscles in her arms that they were moving with purpose. Silently I watched as his belt dropped to the floor, quickly followed by his pants.
He groaned with pleasure and fumbled impatiently with her shift. Grasping the bottom edge, he quickly pulled it over her head and tossed it carelessly aside.
I swallowed hard as he stepped to the side, affording me a better view.
Bathed in the shadowy lamplight, she stood naked, her skin aglow with golden hues that hinted at its rich, velvety softness. Her features were hauntingly beautiful, her body flawless.
In stark contrast, her jet-black hair draped sensually over her well-defined shoulders, slowly drawing my eyes downward over each and every finely sculpted curve…from the gentle swell of her breasts to the tips of her erect nipples.
As his hands trailed down her sides, my eyes helplessly followed, watching the muscles of her abdomen twitch in anticipation.
Slowly, she rose to the balls of her feet, her instep gracefully arching. Parting her full, sensual lips, she tilted her head upward and pulled him to her in a rawly passionate embrace. My heart raced as I envisioned his tongue slide into her warm, yielding mouth. Even in my most vivid dreams, I had not imagined such a kiss.
Her arousal was palpable, the air so thick with it that I could barely breathe.
Grasping his shoulders, she drew her legs around his waist and pressed tightly against him, a throaty growl escaping her lips.
Driven by a need he could no longer contain, he slid his hands under her bottom, awkwardly struggling to position her.
Taking control, she pulled herself up in order to give him the space he required.
It was at that moment that she saw me. In the warm luminescence of the lantern's light, she looked right at me…and smiled, her eyes sparkling like flames beneath her long lashes, the hunger within them shocking.
Heart hammering, I gazed into them…eyes that shone with such intense desire that they seemed almost predatory… daring me to look away.
I couldn't.
Deep in my belly, I felt a liquid whirling, a melting heat. I rose to my feet, intending to leave, but my strength had drained from me. I stood frozen in place, helplessly watching as she slid from his hips and gently pushed him back.
Quickly, he turned to confront the source of her distraction.
Embarrassed, I nervously looked away, lowering my glance. That's when I saw the gleaming moisture at his waist…a shimmering wetness that I knew was not entirely his own. Trembling, I forced myself to look up.
His eyes, drunken with lust, met mine. I shuddered with passion.
Slowly he ambled toward me, his musky scent infiltrating my lungs. Fiercely masculine, his very presence overpowered me. I was his for the taking.
Without hesitation, his bulky hands grabbed for me, pulling me close, so close that his breath felt blistering against my cheek. My mouth opened in a silent gasp as his lips drove against me, the kiss bruising and demanding. His mouth took complete possession of mine, his thick tongue thrusting and invading my deepest recesses as he compelled my surrender.
Forcefully gripping my waist, he held me to him. It was then that I felt his…
Her brow furrowed as she searched her mind for the right words.
It was then that I felt his…his…magnificent manhood.
Shaking her head, she tapped her index finger to her lips as she reconsidered. His… ah… his… rrr--rigid rod.
"Nah."
Biting her lip, she closed her eyes to better envision the scene. Immediately she reopened them. This just wasn't working.
"Think!" She tried again.
It was then I experienced his…
"Mmm, not intimate enough."
It was then that I saw his… penis.
She winced.
"Nnn--no. Too clinical."
It was then that I saw his… pul--sing penis.
"Ick."
Scratching out the line in a bold stroke, she released a heavy sigh. "Come on, you can do this," she told herself. "Try something a little more subtle."
Struggling, she began again. It was then that I sensed his… sensed his… his… tool.
"That's just great," she huffed. "Sounds like he's getting ready to make repairs."
It was then I sensed his… throb--bing tool.
Crinkling the half-written page into a tight ball, the young woman sighed in frustration and leaned back against a tree. She pressed her fingers against her temples, rubbing lightly to ease the dull thudding behind her eyes.
Generally, writing came easily to her, but this was proving impossible. As hard as she tried, she just couldn't get it right. Now time was running out. Her story was due in just a few days.
To further complicate things, her original instructor had suddenly fallen ill and her attempts to reach his replacement for assistance had been unsuccessful. Now her only hope was that her guidance counselor would know how to contact the new writing teacher. Lifting the flap of her backpack, she stuffed the troublesome story into it and made her way to the literature building.
Once inside, she hurried up the stairs and yanked the door open. In her rush, she failed to notice the newly mopped floor and skated halfway down the hallway before finally regaining her balance.
A goofy-looking man set down the WET FLOOR sign he'd been holding and pointed a warning finger at it.
She rolled her eyes and continued down the hallway at a slower pace.
As she approached the counselor's door, she paused and took a deep breath. Considering their stormy history, it was difficult to swallow her pride and ask for help. But unfortunately, with the deadline for her assignment just around the corner, she was running out of options. Hesitantly, she raised her hand and knocked.
"Come in." A slender, brown-eyed blonde looked up from her reading and smiled sweetly. "Ahhh, yes. I remember you from my class last year. 'Gabrielle,' isn't it?"
The young woman nodded uncomfortably. As friendly as the counselor seemed, she knew there was another side to her, cruel and calculating. Just last season, the woman had coldly failed the student she'd been dating, forcing him to drop out.
The brown-eyed woman pointed to the chair across from her. "Please have a seat." As she watched her student reluctantly sit, she smiled. "Now…what can I do for you?"
"Well, I've been trying to set up a meeting with the new writing teacher but I haven't had any luck. I'm having difficulty with a paper and really need to--"
"--As you know," the counselor said, "I've taught some writing courses myself. Maybe I can be of assistance?"
"Thanks, but I don't think so."
"What's the assignment?"
Taking a deep breath, Gabrielle hesitated, then replied, "Erotic fiction."
"Ah, the 'bestsellers' class." The woman's brown eyes sparkled with renewed interest. "What seems to be the problem?"
"I'm not really sure," Gabrielle answered honestly. "I've tried several approaches, but certain parts of my writing seem…I don't know…awkward."
"Passionless?" the counselor suggested.
"Well, yes, some of it. I…uh…."
The older woman smiled knowingly. "When it comes to conveying powerful emotions, I've always found experience helpful."
Gabrielle shifted in her seat. "I think it's just a matter of pacing, choosing the right words. I…."
The counselor looked at her doubtfully. "As I recall, you were quite studious…all work and no play."
"Well, I--"
The teacher continued. "Tell me. When's the last time you went out on a date?"
Stunned by the woman's forwardness, Gabrielle stuttered her reply. "I--I--I really don't think--"
"--Yes," the counselor interrupted, pressing her finger thoughtfully to her lips. "That's right. I remember now. You were dating that young man who dropped out mid-term, the agricultural student."
"I don't see what that has to do with my assignment," Gabrielle replied abruptly.
"Everything!" the counselor declared. "Sex with fumbling little boys can be sooo boring. What you need is a little inspiration, that's all. Someone who knows how to please a woman, someone who knows how to take control."
The young woman blushed. "Really, I don't--"
"--Yes," I can see that," the woman replied playfully.
Annoyed and a bit anxious, Gabrielle stood up.
The counselor smiled, obviously enjoying her student's discomfort "Come, now. What could it hurt to try? You might even end up having fun."
Before she could reply, the office door swung open.
"Did I hear someone mention fun?" A tall, dark-haired man entered. After flashing his colleague a smile, he turned to Gabrielle. "Well, helloooo," he crooned. "I don't think I've had the pleasure."
"I'm sure not," the counselor commented wryly. "Her major is writing. Not much call for criminal justice in her line of study."
"Now that's a pity," he declared, his eyes running the length of the young woman's body.
Gabrielle took a tentative step toward the door, hoping to make a graceful exit. "I really should be going."
Ignoring her, the counselor spoke up. "She's looking for the new writing teacher, any ideas?"
"Hmm, I think the new teacher has an office in the building across the road." He pointed out the window. "Just inside the door, take a right, continue to the end of the hall, and take another right… or is it left?" He scratched his head thoughtfully. "Maybe I'd better jot it down."
Gabrielle handed him something to write with.
Sketching out a rough map, he slipped her quill into his pocket. "There you go."
She raised her brow and held out her hand. "Ahh…that's mine."
"Of course," he replied, laughing nervously. "Sorry."
Thanking him, she made a quick exit and hurried down the hallway. Just as she was about to grab for the handle of the door, it flew open.
The startled janitor dropped the bucket he was carrying, splashing dirty water across the front of her shirt.
She looked down in stunned disbelief.
Yanking a stained rag from his pants pocket, he reached for her chest.
She immediately held out her hand to stop him. "No! That's okay. I'll take care of it."
"You know," he complained, "you really ought to pay more attention to what's happening around you."
Shaking her head in frustration, she pushed past him and exited to the next building.
*****
Seeing light at the base of the writing teacher's door, she knocked.
No one answered.
Hoping at the very least to leave a note, she pushed the door open and peered inside. Immediately, she was struck by the comfortable feel of the room. On a large walnut desk, in the center of the office, a small lamp glowed warmly. A few unpacked boxes lay on the floor, adding to the relaxed atmosphere. She stepped inside and turned to take it all in.
Several pictures adorned the walls, but one in particular drew her attention, a drawing of a small cave with golden walls. Unable to make out the two figures in the foreground, she stared intently, then moved closer. As she came forward for a better view, her hip brushed the edge of the desk, sending a pile of papers fluttering to the floor.
Bending to pick them up, she angrily reprimanded herself. Why was she lingering? She couldn't allow herself to get distracted. She had responsibilities…obligations. Quickly pulling out a piece of paper, she rummaged through her backpack for her quill. It was missing.
Frustrated, she scanned the desk. Lying off to the side was an unusual writing instrument with a leather grip. Intrigued, she picked it up and inhaled the pungent aroma. Turning it over in her hand, she felt a delicious tingling sensation race across her skin and closed her eyes dreamily. The very air around her felt electric, charged with energy.
Suddenly, a light breeze swept across the room, causing her skirt to flutter against her thighs. She opened her eyes and looked toward the window.
It was closed.
Once again, the lightweight materials shifted, sliding up her leg, then falling. Goosebumps rose on her arms. Instinctively, she turned to the door, half expecting someone to be there.
No one was.
Shrugging it off, she leaned over the desk to start her note. The moment she touched the quill to paper, a wave of dizziness washed over her. As she grabbed the edge of the desk for support, she felt hands settle firmly at her waist. Startled, she spun to see who held her.
The room was empty.
Heart pounding, she blinked in an effort to clear her head but the pressure remained constant, like fingers gently squeezing her hips. Anxiously, stepping to the side, she felt the invisible hands glide across her stomach. Knees trembling, she leaned away from the desk.
Once again, she felt the gentle fingers move over her ribs in a feathery caress. Her belly flooded with heat. She swallowed hard, telling herself that this couldn't be real. She was overworked…tired…imagining it. Closing her eyes, she attempted to dispel the illusion.
It was a mistake. Without the benefit of sight, the intimate touches no longer seemed simply a figment of her imagination, but deliciously real. A soothing warmth radiated through her, and suddenly the temptation to lose herself in it became nearly overpowering.
The breeze blew lightly across her heated skin, gently lifting her blouse away from her body. Glancing down, she watched the top button on her shirt ease through the small hole confining it, quickly followed by the second and third and….
Inhaling sharply, she pulled her blouse closed.
Suddenly from behind she felt the press of a lean, tall body against her. As she tried to turn, unseen hands tenderly cupped her breasts. A soft moan escaped her lips as invisible thumbs gently circled her nipples. Instantly the small points hardened, straining against her tightly closed blouse.
Pulse racing, she found herself unable to move. She had no desire to. Dizzy with pleasure, her head lolled back as the hands continued to skillfully massage her breasts. Her body was suddenly on fire.
She gasped as the cool breeze blew through her hair, leaving the delicate flesh of her neck exposed. It was then that she sensed a moist heat, like a lover's mouth against her skin. Trembling, she felt the soft fullness of lips press to her neck. They opened against her, gently suckling. She moaned softly, the intimate touch pulling sensation from her very core. Arching into the invisible body, she encouraged the presence to draw from her.
And it did, again and again and again, until she was ablaze.
Fear and arousal warred for dominance in her fevered mind, as she struggled to regain control. This was wrong…unnatural. Dropping the writing implement, she pulled away.
Instantly, the presence was gone.
Slowly her head began to clear. Confused, she looked toward the door and heard the sound of approaching footfalls. Quickly trying to collect herself, she ran her hands through her hair and looked up to see a well-built blonde peering into the room.
"May I help you?" the man asked politely.
She took a nervous breath. "Uh, yes. Are you the new writing instructor?"
"I'm afraid not," he smiled. "I have the office across the hall." As he examined her more closely, his eyes instinctively settled at her gaping cleavage.
Blushing hotly, Gabrielle quickly folded her arms across her chest.
He cleared his throat nervously.
"I…uh…do you have any idea where I might find my teacher?" she asked.
He shook his head. "Sorry. I think your best bet would be to leave a note."
"Yes, that's a good idea." Hesitantly, she turned back to the desk and reached for the quill. As soon as her fingers closed around its soft leather sheath, she felt a rush of heat, an intense energy pulsing through her body. Suddenly the room began to spin.
Seeing her falter, the professor reached out.
She stepped back, the quill slipping through her fingers.
"You okay?"
"Yes, I guess I shouldn't have skipped breakfast."
He flashed her an understanding smile. "I'd be happy to remedy that. Perhaps I could take you to lunch."
"That's kind of you," she said, "but I really need to find my teacher."
"Maybe the acting instructor could help you. I understand they're old acquaintances from the past. If you'd like to stop by and ask him, he's holding rehearsals downstairs, first door on the right."
"Thanks."
"Any time," he smiled. Holding the door for her, he watched with concern as she hurried down the hall. When she disappeared from sight, he entered the office and glanced down at the note she'd left. There were only two words scrawled in shaky script.
"I want…."
He shrugged. Obviously, the dizzy spell had interrupted her. Dropping the paper into the wastebasket, he turned and left.
*****
Gabrielle slowly opened the door to the rehearsal room and quietly closed it behind her.
A muscular man with a neatly trimmed beard stood on a stage angrily waiving a script at a flustered young man. "That was pathetic! Where's your passion--your desire?!" He motioned to the tall, dark-haired woman at the boy's side. "Open your eyes and look at her! She's beautiful."
Embarrassed, the young actor looked away and immediately noticed Gabrielle standing by the door.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" the teacher bellowed.
"But…" He raised his arm sheepishly, pointing to the back of the room.
Perturbed, the dark-haired man spun to look.
Gabrielle spoke up timidly. "I didn't mean to interrupt, but I was told that I might find the new writing teacher here."
"Does this look like a writing class to you?" the drama teacher asked curtly.
"No, but…"
Turning from her, he once again addressed the young man. "Any one of the actors here could do a better job than you. Why, even a novice…." As an idea came to him, he spun to face Gabrielle, his eyes hungrily appraising her. "Why, I could get a more passionate performance out of this young woman."
Uncomfortable, she tried to make a graceful exit. "Look, I'm sorry, I…"
Suddenly calm, he flashed her a charming smile. "Please, don't apologize. After the performance you just viewed, I can understand your confusion." He motioned her closer. "Come."
"I beg your pardon?"
"You heard me. Come up on the stage. I want to use you to demonstrate my point."
"But I…"
His brow arched mischievously, softening his features somewhat. "Now, you aren't going to make me ask you twice, are you?"
Reluctantly, she walked forward and stepped onto the stage.
Grasping her shoulder, he squeezed appreciatively. "Very nice. You're in excellent shape."
"I really don't belong here. I should be going."
"Nonsense. You've got what it takes. I can feel it." He turned to the young actor. "You! Watch closely and learn." Reaching out, he handed her the pages he'd been holding. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Well, I--"
He abruptly cut her off. "Let me ask you something. Have you ever seen someone across a crowded room? Someone so intriguing that in one glance they captured your attention and held it. That's what this story is all about: finding that one special person."
She quickly glanced over the dialog. "But this is a man's part."
"What's the difference?" He smiled mischievously. "After all, this is just make-believe, isn't it?"
"But I--I can't pretend…."
He waved his hand, dismissing her protest. "Nonsense, you'll love "it."
"I'm sorry," she apologized, handing him the script. "I just can't do this."
Disappointed, he shrugged. "Shame. I have the feeling you'd be a natural." Tilting his head, he examined her closely. "One thing though. The hair…it's all wrong. The style makes you look naïve and unapproachable. You ought to think about changing it."
He smiled. "By the way, I think you'll find the new writing teacher upstairs, second door on the right. But in my opinion, you're wasting your time with that. Writing is for observers. My instincts tell me that you, my dear, are much too passionate to simply sit back and watch."
Turning nervously, she headed down the hall and up the stairs to the second floor. As she reached the landing, she saw the janitor mopping in front of the door. Irritated by yet another encounter with this clumsy man, she barely restrained her temper. "Excuse me. You're blocking my way."
He frowned and pushed the bucket to the side. "Everyone's in such a rush. My job's important too, you know."
The blonde gave him a curious look. "And what is your job, exactly?"
"Isn't it obvious?" He held up the mop. "I'm the one who keeps things from getting too dirty."
She glanced around. Except for a few spots that had escaped notice, the place appeared almost sterile. "Can I get through, please? I'm really in a hurry."
Awkwardly, he pushed the door open. "If you're looking for the writing class, it's just around the corner." As he turned to point, the handle of his mop came round, hitting her squarely in the forehead.
*****
"Ouch!!!"
Sword in hand, Xena was instantly at her friend's side. Seeing no visible threat, she knelt beside the bard. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
Disoriented, Gabrielle sat up and rubbed her eyes, trying to focus. "No, I'm fine. I guess I was dreaming."
"Must have been some dream."
Nodding, the bard rubbed her head as the dream slowly began coming back to her. Just like the dreams before it, she was able to recall every confusing detail. How many had there been now? Dozens, she guessed. In fact, since she'd decided to come home for her sister's wedding, these dreams had become almost a nightly occurrence, each one more unusual than the last. To make matters worse, the past few nights a new twist had been added: a powerfully erotic presence.
"What's that?" the warrior asked, tilting her head as she looked curiously at her friend.
"What?"
"That--on your neck."
Instinctively the bard reached up with both hands. "What do you mean?"
Pushing the blonde's hands down, Xena bent closer to examine the mark. "It looks like a--" She stopped mid-sentence, suddenly confused. The reddish mark on the bard's neck looked suspiciously like a hickey.
"What is it?" Gabrielle questioned, her voice tinged with concern.
"It looks like some kind of bite…or something."
Instantly, the bard's mind flashed back to her dream. Placing her fingers on the spot where she'd experienced the intense pulling, her mind struggled for a reasonable explanation.
"Yeah, right there. Does it hurt?"
"No, I can't even feel it."
The warrior gently touched the bruise. "Hmm, it's not inflamed and the skin's not broken." She pulled her hand back. "I wouldn't worry. It doesn't look serious." Getting down on her hands and knees, she began searching the bard's bedroll for something that might have caused the mark. "If there was anything here, it's gone now," she assured her. Getting to her feet, she shrugged. "It must have happened when we were traveling through the swamp."
Gabrielle swallowed hard, her belly fluttering as she recalled the warm lips pressed to her neck.
"You sure you're okay?" Xena asked.
Lost in the memory, the bard merely nodded.
"You've still got about a candlemark before dawn. Maybe you should try to sleep."
Anxious about her latest dream, Gabrielle shook her head. "Unless you're tired, I'd just as soon pack things up and head out."
"Okay. I'll break camp. Why don't you relax…do some work on your new story."
"I've given up on it," the bard answered flatly.
Xena pulled a piece of dried meat from the backpack and handed it to her friend. "Why?"
The young woman shrugged. "I'm having trouble with one of the scenes."
Grabbing some meat for herself, the warrior took a seat beside her. "Why don't you run it past me?" she suggested. "Maybe I can help."
"I don't think so. It's a love story…not really your thing."
"Oh." Xena's brow furrowed. "You usually don't have trouble with those."
"I know. But this time I decided to try something different."
"Like what?" the warrior asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Well," she paused, feeling her face color. "This time I wanted to write a scene that was a little more graphic. You know, a…a love scene. " She rushed on nervously. "All the sophisticated bards are doing them."
Xena smiled. "They're just a ploy. Good storytellers don't need explicit scenes. They use their skill with words to inspire their listener's imaginations."
"I guess, but--"
"--Trust me. Your stories are fine as they are." Puzzled, she watched her friend's shoulders slump. "What brought all this on?"
Gabrielle looked down shyly. "It's just… lately I've been thinking about the bard we saw in Athens. I've never seen anyone capture the attention of an audience the way she did."
Xena remembered the erotic tale. Rarely had she found herself so absorbed in a story. She'd been able to visualize each scene as if she'd been there. Clearing her throat, she met the bard's eyes. "Her story was no better or worse than yours. She has a different style, that's all."
"Well, recently I've been thinking that I'd like to change my style."
"Then go for it," the warrior encouraged.
"I've tried, but I'm having trouble describing…" She searched for a delicate way to phrase her problem. "Certain things come across sounding hokey and contrived."
Xena pursed her lips thoughtfully. "You've never had a problem making your stories feel real before. Just use the same technique you do for those."
"That's just it." The young woman blushed. "I pull from my experiences to write those."
"Oh." The warrior was silent. Feeling suddenly awkward, she searched for a way to change the subject. "Hey, I almost forgot to ask you about your dream. Must have been quite a nightmare to wake you out of a sound sleep."
Gabrielle smiled and rolled her eyes at her friend's teasing comment. "It wasn't a nightmare exactly. It…" Unsure of how much to disclose, she hesitated, picking nervously at the frayed edge of her blanket. "It was just a very vivid dream."
"What was it about?"
"Well, I was attending this academy to learn how to write. But it was strange, not like the academies here, and even though I kept running into people we know, they were different. Most of them were teachers."
"Like who?"
"Autolycus, Aeolus… even Joxer."
"Joxer?" Xena winced. "I thought you said it wasn't a nightmare."
The blonde grinned. "Seriously, it wasn't a threatening dream. Even our enemies were friendly."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, Ares taught theatre."
"Theatre?" Xena lifted a brow as she considered it. "Well, I guess he does have a flare for the dramatic."
"It was really kind of romantic. He was doing this play and--"
"--Gabrielle, you've gotta stop eating before you go to bed."
The bard smiled. "Joke if you want, but it was kind of interesting. Even Callisto was in it."
"Callisto? What did she do?"
"Well, truthfully, not much of anything. She was a guidance counselor."
"Guidance counselor?"
Gabrielle shrugged. "Something I made up, I guess."
Seeing the warrior's puzzled look, she tried to explain. "I went to see her for help with a story."
"The love scene," Xena guessed.
"Yeah, funny how dreams sometimes reflect life. Anyway, I needed her to help me get in touch with my writing teacher." She stopped and reached for another piece of dried meat.
"So, did Callisto help?"
"Not really," Gabrielle replied sheepishly. "But she was eager to give advice."
"What advice?" The warrior asked, unable to mask her curiosity.
"She said I needed to date more." Feeling the heat rise to her cheeks, she laughed to cover her embarrassment.
"Figures." Xena dug her heel into the dirt. How like Callisto to undermine her, even in the bard's dreams.
"Maybe she was right," she conceded. "I really don't have much experience."
Glancing away nervously, the warrior quickly changed the subject. "What about me? What did I do?"
Gabrielle shrugged. "Actually, you weren't in the dream."
"Oh?"
"Kinda odd, huh?"
Feeling a bit slighted, Xena merely nodded.
"Like I said, it was strange. There were a lot of things that didn't make much sense."
"Since you made Joxer a teacher, I'd have to agree," Xena jabbed.
Gabrielle smiled. "He wasn't an instructor. I must have added him for comic relief. He just kinda bumbled around, keeping me from getting together with my writing teacher."
"Well, since you're still having trouble with the story, I take it the writing teacher wasn't able to help you either."
The bard sighed. "Unfortunately, I woke up before I got to that part. Guess I'll never know."
*****
-- Chapter 2 --
"Any chance we can make it to Poteidaia before dark?"
"Hard to tell." The warrior pointed at the clouds to the east. "Looks like rain. It all depends on how long it lasts."
"Hope it holds off," Gabrielle commented, looking away from the darkening sky. "It would be great to make it home in time for supper." She released a long sigh. "I can't even remember the last time I had dinner with my family."
"Miss your mom's cooking, huh?"
"Yeah," she admitted. "That…and other things."
Xena felt a pang of guilt. The young woman had given up a lot to travel with her. Pulling Argo to a stop, she mounted. "Come on," she said, reaching down to her friend. "Hop on. We'll make better time."
Snuggling in, Gabrielle wrapped her arms around the tall woman's waist. As the smell of the warrior's leathers permeated her senses, her mind flashed back to the unusual pen in the writing teacher's office. The memory of strong hands roaming her body made her wriggle uneasily.
"Okay back there?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Not at all confident in her statement, the bard loosened her hold and eased back. Why was she having these strange dreams? Was there some hidden meaning? She thought back to Callisto's advice. Maybe she'd been on the road too long… maybe it was time to broaden her experience and date a little. Suddenly, she looked up, the sensation of rain on her bare legs pulling her from her thoughts.
Xena steered Argo toward the shelter of large stand of pines.
Immediately, Gabrielle slid down and began pulling off her boots.
The warrior looked at her curiously. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to cool off." Tossing her shoes aside, she stepped out into the gently falling rain. As the water ran down her bare arms, she laughed happily.
Amused, the warrior watched as the bard wriggled her toes in the moist soil.
"This feels great! You've got to try it."
"I don't think so. Do you know how uncomfortable wet leather is?"
"Well, take it off then," Gabrielle suggested.
The tall woman rolled her eyes.
"Why not?
"I don't feel like it."
"Oh, come on," the blonde urged. "It's refreshing."
"Gabrielle, we're barely off the main road."
"So? There's no one around." She flashed a mischievous smile and continued to coax her. "I dare you."
"No," Xena answered firmly.
"I'll take mine off too."
"Right," the warrior replied sarcastically, knowing her young friend was far too modest to follow through.
Shrugging, Gabrielle continued to twirl playfully, reveling in the sensation of the cool water on her skin.
As Xena watched, she thought back to their early days together. Back then, the bard had been completely comfortable with her body, swimming naked without hesitation. Now, Gabrielle rarely even changed clothes in front of her. And, although it was easier for the warrior not to be reminded of something she wanted but could never have, she couldn't help wondering what had caused her companion to become so self-conscious.
When she had first noticed the change in her friend, she'd worried that Gabrielle had sensed her interest. As careful as she'd been not to let her feelings show, there were times…. She sighed, remembering the underwater cave and how, caught up in the moment, she'd forgotten herself and let her desire show. But- if the bard noticed, she'd never let on. In fact, if anything, the experience seemed to enhance their friendship.
"Know what your trouble is?" Gabrielle called out, interrupting the warrior's thoughts. "You're too serious. Relax and have a little fun for once."
Xena shook her head. "Just because-- I have enough sense to come in out of the rain, that doesn't mean that I don't know how to have a good time."
"Could'a fooled me," Gabrielle teased. Walking toward the warrior, she reached out and took her hand, tugging lightly. "Come on. Wouldn't it feel good to let go? For once, stop being so practical. Listen to your body."
The cool press of the bard's hand sent a shiver through her. She pulled back and nervously ran her fingers through her dark hair. If Gabrielle only knew how much she wanted to give in to her body's needs…. She longed to drop the façade and take the young woman as she had over and over again in her fantasies.
Shrugging off Xena's rebuff, the bard stepped back into the rain and tilted her face to the sky, allowing the water to cascade over her body.
The warrior stood transfixed, mesmerized by the vision before her. Soaking wet, Gabrielle's clothing was nearly transparent, showing how dramatically the young woman's body had matured. Her girlish figure had given way to sensual curves and well-defined muscle. The sight nearly took Xena's breath away.
Tightly clenching her fists at her sides, the warrior turned away, but it did no good. Gabrielle's image lingered in her mind, fueling her fantasies. She longed to run her hands over the gentle slope of the bard's breasts…longed to pleasure her in ways the young woman could never have dreamed of. But fear held her back…fear that she would lose control…fear that it would be the one thing her friend could never forgive.
She exhaled in frustration and reminded herself that Gabrielle was off limits, forbidden fruit that she could never sample. No matter how great the temptation, she would not risk losing the bard's trust. It was her lifeline.
Desperately in need of a distraction, she walked into the woods to wait for the rain to end. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the sun streamed through the thinning clouds. Hoping that she'd given the bard enough time to change into dry clothes, she made her way back. As she broke through the forest, she stiffened at the sound of Gabrielle's wet top slapping the ground. Quickly turning away, she pretended to check one of Argo's hooves.
"Is there a problem?" the bard asked, leaning down.
"No, I'm just checking." Xena lowered the horse's foot and risked a quick glance. To her relief, her friend was fully clothed.
Gabrielle smiled and held out her hairbrush. "I have a few tangles. Can you help?"
"Sure." Motioning her companion to a log, Xena knelt behind her. Slowly working her fingers through the soft, blonde hair, she inhaled deeply, taking in its sweet, earthy scent. After removing the worst of the knots, she used long, slow brush strokes to smooth it out.
"Mmm, you're so good at that," Gabrielle purred. "So gentle."
Xena smiled. "Well, I've had lots of practice."
It was true. They both had. The warrior thought back to the first time her friend had asked to braid her hair. After some persuading, she had agreed. There had been something so innocent and caring about the act that she had found herself reciprocating. In those early days, this casual interaction had bonded them in a way few things could. Now it was part of their routine and something the warrior truly enjoyed. It was a time when she could let her guard down and focus on her companion without fear of discovery.
Xena smiled as she thought of the dripping-wet bard twirling in the rain. As torturous as the display had been, she had been glad to see her friend exhibiting some of the carefree playfulness she'd come to love.
For several moons, Gabrielle had seemed uncharacteristically reserved. The warrior had chosen to ignore the change in her friend because the idea that her companion might be longing for a more normal life was too distressing to face. But now, only a half-day's travel from the bard's home, she could think of little else.
*****
As they headed up the path to her parent's house, Gabrielle became suddenly quiet. She had expected to feel excited about being home, but instead she was oddly troubled. After so much time away, it felt strange to be back.
Noting the change in her friend's mood, Xena attempted to cheer her. "Good news. Looks like you might be in time for dinner."
"Yeah," Gabrielle agreed, her tone unexpectedly indifferent. "Let's get Argo settled." She opened the barn door and stepped inside. As light flooded the room, she looked toward the loft, then turned to Xena. "You can put Argo in the front stall."
Unfastening the saddle, the warrior laid it over the rail. As she turned to speak, she paused. Gabrielle stared off into the distance, apparently lost in her thoughts. Xena lightly touched her friend's shoulder. "Ready to go in?"
The bard simply nodded and began walking slowly toward the house. As she approached the door, a curious sense of foreboding washed over her. It so disturbed her that, for an instant, she considering turning around. Instead, she took a breath and raised her hand to knock.
Pulling the door open, Lila stared at them for a moment and then cried out in delight. "Gabrielle!" She flew into her sister's arms. "Mom, Dad, Gabrielle's home!" Hugging the bard warmly, she kissed her softly on the cheek. "I'm so glad to see you."
Gabrielle pulled back and smiled. "It's good to see you too."
Hecuba hurried forward, embracing her daughter affectionately. "We've missed you so!" Tugging on her daughter's arm, she pulled her inside.
Xena followed uneasily.
Hesitantly, Gabrielle stepped up and hugged her father. "Hi, Dad."
He squeezed her tightly, then held her at arm's length, looking her over. "You're a little thin," he commented. "I hope you've been getting enough to eat."
Lila rolled her eyes. "You've got to be kidding. She looks great!"
Gabrielle gave her an appreciative smile and turned to her friend. "You remember Xena."
Herodotus looked to the warrior but said nothing.
"Of course," Hecuba replied nervously. "You're looking well."
Glancing at her father, Lila quickly addressed her sister. "As always, your timing is perfect. We were just sitting down to dinner."
"Yes, I hope you're both hungry." Hecuba smiled.
"Actually, I'm just dropping Gabrielle off," Xena replied. "I should be heading out."
"You're leaving now?" the bard asked uneasily.
Surprised by the apprehension in her friend's voice, the warrior paused. "Well, I--"
"--At least stay the night," Gabrielle interrupted. "Y--you don't want to overtax Argo. She could use the rest."
Lila cast the warrior a friendly smile. "Really, you must stay. Mom's a great cook. You'll love her stew."
Casting a glance at her anxious companion, Xena relented. "Okay. Thank you."
"That's wonderful," Hecuba declared happily. "I'll set a couple more places at the table while you get settled."
Gabrielle brushed the warrior's arm nervously and pointed. "My room is this way."
"I'll get some extra blankets," Lila offered. "You can sleep on the fur rug and give Xena your bed."
"If it's all right, I'll bunk with you for the night," the bard requested. "Xena refuses to sleep in a confined space with me." Flashing the warrior a playful smile, she explained. "It's my snoring. It keeps her up."
Lila's brow furrowed. "Gee, I don't remember you ever snoring."
Gabrielle shrugged. "It started just this past year."
The warrior glanced away guiltily. In truth, the bard was a very quiet sleeper. She'd made up the snoring thing in order to avoid sharing the same bed when they stayed at inns.
"No problem," Lila laughed. "Stay with me. I can sleep through anything."
Uncomfortable, Xena spoke up. "Don't bother, I'll be fine in the barn."
Lila grimaced. "But the barn smells like horses."
Seeing the tension in the warrior's eyes, Gabrielle feared she might decide not to stay after all. "She doesn't mind. Xena sleeps with Argo all the time." She nervously looked to her friend for confirmation.
Confused by the bard's odd behavior, the warrior backed her up. "It's true. I love the smell of horses," she commented teasingly.
Hecuba frowned. "Are you sure you wouldn't be more comfortable in the house? We could set you up in here by the fire."
"Thanks, but really, I'll be fine outside."
"She's used to it," Gabrielle commented. "Besides, Argo gets a little edgy when Xena's not around."
Glancing discreetly at his wife, Herodotus rolled his eyes.
Gabrielle grabbed the warrior's arm and quickly ushered her out of the room. "Let's go get settled."
Xena set the saddlebags on the bard's bed and turned to her. "Everything okay?"
Gabrielle wrung her hands. "Sure, it's--it's just," she paused. "I know being around my folks is tough for you."
Xena smiled. "Don't worry about it. I'll survive." Squeezing her friend's arm reassuringly, she glanced around at the dolls and various assorted knick-knacks. It was clearly the room of a young girl, but, other than that, she saw nothing that seemed to fit the bard's personality. "So this was your room, huh?"
"Yeah." Releasing a heavy sigh, the bard glanced around. "Funny, it looks a lot smaller than I remember."
The warrior shrugged. "Somehow, I expected it to be different."
"In what way?"
"I don't know. It just doesn't seem much like you."
"Well, maybe not as much as it did then… but I guess it shows a side of me."
"What's this?" The warrior picked up a small log with a face carved in it.
"Oh, that. I made it when I was a kid. It's a birdhouse. Can't you tell?" she teased.
Xena held it up, examining it more closely.
The bard laughed nervously. "The other kids did more traditional stuff. I wanted mine to be unique."
The warrior smiled. She liked the unusual design. It was in keeping with the young woman she'd come to know. "I think it's very creative."
Gabrielle shrugged. "Well, the birds didn't seem to think so. They never used it. I think it scared them away."
"Nah, it's a fine birdhouse. The holes are just a little too small, that's all."
As Gabrielle pulled her clothes from the saddlebags, she glanced up at her friend. "So tell me. What's your room at home like?"
"I don't have a room there anymore. Mom rents it out when they're busy."
"Well, I'll bet it would tell me a lot about you."
"Not really. I was different then too." She released a heavy sigh. "Nothing like I am now."
Hecuba peeked her head around the corner. "Dinner's ready."
"Okay, Mom, we'll be right there."
Starting toward the door, Gabrielle turned to the warrior. "Thanks for staying. I-- know this family stuff isn't really your thing."
The warrior winked. "Hey, if your mother's half the cook that you are, I can hardly wait."
*****
"This is very good," Xena praised. "I see where Gabrielle gets her cooking talents."
Hecuba beamed. "Why, how sweet. Would you like some more?"
The warrior nodded and handed the bard's mother her plate.
"What about you Gabrielle?"
"No, thanks."
Never having known the bard to turn down seconds, Xena looked up curiously.
Lila turned to her sister and smiled. "I'm so glad you got word of the wedding and could make it home."
"Yeah. I could hardly believe it when I heard the news. I didn't even know that you and Graham had been dating."
Lila shook her head teasingly. "We've been seeing each other well over a year now. I guess you've been away."
Seeing the disapproval in her father's eyes, Gabrielle looked away anxiously. "Time goes by so quickly…I hadn't realized."
"Well, at least you’re here now," Hecuba offered.
"Yeah." Lila turned to the warrior. "It's a shame you can't stay too, Xena."
Gabrielle glanced at her friend hopefully.
"Thanks, Lila. I'd like to but after I leave here, I'm headed to Amphipolis. My mother's inn could use some repairs. I thought I'd take this time to help her out."
"I hear she runs a nice place," Hecuba commented politely.
"Yes, I think she and my brother do okay."
"How long are you staying, Gabrielle?" her mother asked.
"Until after the wedding. Xena's coming back in about a moon."
"That's great. We'll have lots of time together," Lila said. "I just hope you don't get too bored. I'm sure that you're used to things being much more exciting."
"I'll be fine."
"So what are your plans while you're here?" her mother asked.
"Well, besides helping Lila get ready for the wedding, I thought I could help Dad with the crops and maybe get together with some friends. Are Anya and Marta still in town?"
"Anya married and moved away," Lila replied, "but Marta's still here. She just had her second child a couple of moons ago. He's the cutest little thing. You'll have to stop by and see him."
"Gee, I didn't even know she was married," Gabrielle confessed.
"She wed the merchant's son that first fall after you left."
"Two kids…wow!"
Lila shrugged. "All of the women your age have at least one."
"And you could too, if you'd stop traipsing around the countryside," Herodotus interjected. "Roads are for journeys, not destinations. You can't make a life on them."
"Someday she'll settle down," her mother defended. "Won't you, dear?"
Gabrielle clenched her hands nervously in her lap.
Noting her daughter's tension, Hecuba continued. "Anyway, I've always thought it was important for women to do a little living before starting a family."
"Nonsense," Herodotus replied. "There's nothing more important than family. Our children are the future, the keepers of our history."
Xena watched her friend shrink back in her chair. "Gabrielle does her part to keep history. She's become quite a renowned bard."
"I know!" Lila exclaimed. "From time to time we get news of your adventures. Your life sounds so exciting."
Hecuba's brow furrowed. "I hope all the stories we're told aren't true. It sounds dangerous."
"I'm sure what you hear is exaggerated," Gabrielle assured her mother. "You have nothing to worry about. I'm safe with Xena. She's an incredible fighter."
Lila turned to the warrior. "You know, our dad was a soldier years ago."
Relieved to be onto a new subject, Xena spoke up. "Whose army did you serve in?"
Herodotus frowned. "Doesn't really matter, does it? No good comes of war."
Hecuba spoke up to explain. "Although his father and brothers were soldiers, Herodotus never believed in fighting or violence. He broke family tradition by marrying me and moving away to become a farmer. At the time it was a very courageous thing for him to do."
"Nothing courageous about it," Herodotus grumbled. "I just wanted to make a life for my family and contribute to my village in a positive way."
"Regardless," Hecuba insisted, "it was a brave thing to do."
Lila paused thoughtfully, then turned to her sister. "Maybe that's where your rebellious nature comes from."
Herodotus stiffened. "The paths we've chosen can hardly be compared."
"That's the truth," Lila laughed, missing her father's point. "Our lives aren't nearly as exciting as Gabrielle's." She turned to her sister and smiled. "The villagers see you as a hero."
"It takes more than fighting skills and story-telling to make a hero," her father asserted.
Before Xena had a chance to respond, the bard quickly picked up several dirty plates and stood. "Why don't you relax, Mom? I'll clean up."
Taking Gabrielle's cue, the warrior reluctantly let his comment drop. Still, her friend's uncharacteristic behavior worried her. Since they'd arrived, she'd barely seen a trace of her companion's bubbly enthusiasm. It was clear that something was bothering the bard…but what? Suddenly she was pulled from her thoughts by the sound of distant music.
Lila squealed with delight. "Listen! The musicians are practicing." She grabbed her sister's arm. "Never mind the dishes. Let's go listen."
Hecuba smiled. "Go ahead. I can handle things here."
The bard looked questioningly at her friend. "Want to come?"
"She's not done eating," Lila urged, pulling anxiously on her sister's arm. "Come on. We're missing them."
Xena waved her off. "You go ahead. I'll catch up later."
As soon as they'd gone, Hecuba spoke up, angrily addressing her husband. "Do you have to be so hard on her?"
"It's no life for a woman, wandering from place to place." He turned to Xena. "It's different for you…safer. You have a reputation."
The warrior met his eyes. "I think you'd be surprised at how good your daughter has become at defending herself."
"That's beside the point. She's far too naïve and trusting to be out there risking her life. Gabrielle just doesn't have the personality for that kind of thing. She's too impulsive, too lacking in common sense."
Hecuba set her cup down noisily.
Seeing her unspoken disapproval, he rushed on. "You know it's true. Why, it wasn't that long ago that she used to run outside every time she heard a thunderstorm just so she could play in the rain."
As Xena listened to the bard's father echo the same worries she'd once had, she cringed inwardly.
"She has a gift for enjoying life, that's all," Hecuba replied with conviction.
"If she stayed home, she could make something of herself."
"Gabrielle has made something of herself," Xena defended. "If you could see all the lives she's affected, you'd be very proud of her."
Herodotus bristled. "Did I say I wasn't?"
"Of course not. It's just--"
"--I've always been proud of her."
"Then maybe you should tell her," Hecuba suggested.
"She knows how I feel," he declared.
"Does she?" Xena questioned.
He released a heavy sigh. "Tell me, what's she going to do a couple of years down the road? It's difficult for older women to find good husbands."
"Before long, she'll decide to settle down," Hecuba reassured him. "Wait and see." She cast him a hopeful glance. "Maybe that's why she's come home for a visit."
Xena's chest tightened as the bard's mother voiced her worst fear. Standing abruptly, she began clearing her dishes.
"Don't you bother," Hecuba insisted. "I'll take care of them."
The warrior shifted uncomfortably. "If you'll excuse me, I really should check on Argo. Thank you for dinner."
"You're welcome," Hecuba smiled. "I'm glad you could join us."
Nodding, Xena turned and closed the door behind her.
"You know, she's not really as gruff as I expected," Hecuba admitted. "She's very polite."
Herodotus shrugged. "I, for one, am happy to see her go."
"What a rude thing to say."
"I don't care. She's a strange one. I don't trust her."
"Strange in what way?"
"What do you mean, 'What way'? In what way isn't she?"
"She has a nice smile."
Herodotus rolled his eyes. "I hear tigers have pretty white teeth too, but I wouldn't want one in my house."
"Anyone with such nice table manners can't be all bad."
"For crying out loud, Hecuba! She's a woman warrior. Don't you find that strange?"
His wife shrugged. "I think it's admirable that she's learned how to defend herself."
"'Admirable'? With her past? I'll tell you. I for one, find it very hard to believe that she's suddenly made a complete turn-around. No one changes that much."
"That's not true. Look at the merchant's boy…what's his name?"
He waved off his wife's comment. "She's a loner. I don't trust people who don't have ties."
"I don't know…she seems to care about her mother."
Herodotus shook his head in frustration. "Look at the way she dresses. She doesn't even wear normal clothing."
"Maybe it's more comfortable in her line of work."
"Work? What work? As far as I can tell, she doesn't do anything but travel around."
"Gabrielle says she can do almost anything. She helps people with all kinds of things wherever they go."
Determined to make his point, he tried a different tack. "What about that horse? Don't you think that's a little odd?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why, she can't be away from it for a candlemark without getting edgy. You heard Gabrielle. She even has to sleep with it."
Hecuba paused a moment, trying to think of a reasonable explanation. Perplexed, she shrugged and began clearing the dishes."
Pleased to have finally gotten the last word, Herodotus smiled and got up to help.
*****
Seeing Gabrielle and Lila sitting on the bench by the barn, Xena walked toward them.
The bard looked up sheepishly, guilty for leaving her friend alone with her parents. "How'd it go?"
"It was fine."
"Listen to the musicians." Lila sighed. "They're wonderful, aren't they?"
"Uh-huh," the warrior agreed. "We heard them in Athens last summer."
Lila turned to her sister, eyes wide with surprise. "I thought you didn't like to go to dances."
"I guess I don't mind as much as I used to," she confessed.
"That's great! There's a dance coming up. You and Graham and I can go together."
Gabrielle spoke up anxiously. "Well, I don't know."
Lila looked to the warrior for support. "Xena, you've got to help me convince her to come along. It'll be such fun."
The warrior cast her friend a puzzled look. As a rule, the bard was up to trying anything. "You don't want to go?"
She shrugged. "I just feel a little awkward, that’s all."
"Even if you can't dance, you can come along and watch," Lila urged.
"Gabrielle can dance," Xena assured her. "In fact, she's quite good."
"When did you learn? I couldn't drag you to the local functions when we were growing up."
"I guess I've picked up a little here and there."
"Yeah, we just learned some new steps on our last trip to Athens," the warrior commented.
"I'd love to see them. Can you show me?"
"Now?" the bard questioned hesitantly.
Lila nodded. "Yeah, why not? We have the music."
"I--I can't just dance by myself."
"Of course not," Xena smiled, pulling her to her feet.
Side by side, they danced around the barn.
When they finished, Lila clapped excitedly. "That was great! You'll be the hit of the party. Most of the villagers have never seen those steps."
Breathless with excitement, Gabrielle smiled. Dancing with Xena was always fun. The warrior had such energy that it was a challenge keeping up with her.
"Show me more," Lila pleaded.
Once again feeling self-conscious, Gabrielle hesitated. "But they're playing a slow one now."
"So?"
"I've never slow-danced," the bard admitted.
"Never?"
Xena watched the young blonde's cheeks flush and quickly spoke up in her defense. "For some reason men are reluctant to approach her when I'm around." She shrugged playfully. "Guess they find me intimidating or something."
Lila laughed.
"Dancing slow isn't that much different than what you're used to," Xena explained. "Come here, I'll show you."
Gabrielle nervously wiped her sweaty palms over her skirt before taking the warrior's hand.
Laying her hand on the bard's waist, Xena gently pulled her closer. "Put your left hand on my shoulder…that's it." Feeling her friend's tension, she smiled reassuringly. "You already know the basic steps. The movements are just a little more subtle, that's all."
The bard nodded.
"The most important thing is to concentrate on your partner's hands. That's how he'll direct you." As Xena began to dance, Gabrielle looked down at her feet and awkwardly tried to follow. The tall woman stopped and placed a hand under the bard's chin, encouraging her to meet her gaze. "Keep your eyes on me. Don't think about your feet. Focus on your partner. The idea is to move as one. It's about feeling, not mechanics. Just relax and clear your mind."
Slowly, the warrior began to move them around the barn.
The bard took a deep breath, letting her body relax, and looked into Xena's eyes.
At first, in order to help the bard become accustomed to her movements, the warrior's direction was very deliberate. Then, gradually, she eased up. Soon Gabrielle was responding to the gentlest of pressure without even being aware of it.
Suddenly it seemed the most natural thing in the world. The bard felt almost weightless, as if she were floating, until finally there was only she, Xena, and the dance. It was magical.
Slowly twirling, the warrior continued to move her partner around the barn. Although there was a respectable distance between them, she felt a rush of heat where her fingers pressed against the bard's skin. The energy between them was palpable. She could almost feel Gabrielle's heart keeping pace with her own.
Slowly the music wound down and Xena dipped the bard back, bending into her.
A pleasant fluttering rolled through Gabrielle's belly and she felt her cheeks flush hotly. Breathless, she looked into the warrior's eyes.
Lila applauded wildly. "Wow, Xena, you're terrific!"
The dark-haired woman pulled her friend upright and released her, putting some much needed space between them.
"You must do a lot of dancing," Lila praised.
The warrior winked. "Nah, it's hard for me to find a partner who's a strong enough lead." Clearing her throat, she turned back to the bard. "See, there's nothing to it."
"Gabrielle, you have to come," Lila insisted.
The bard glanced up shyly. "I don't know. "I--"
"Tell her, Xena. She just has to."
The warrior looked to her friend. "Could be fun. Maybe you should give it a try."
The bard reluctantly nodded.
"This is great!" Lila exclaimed, hugging her happily. "And I know just who to pair you up with for a date."
"Date?" the bard questioned anxiously.
"Of course. Someone has to escort you. Women here never go to dances alone," she insisted.
Xena managed a weak smile as a wave of apprehension washed over her. "Well, I think I'll stretch my legs…walk for a b