ForevaXena's FanFic . . .

DISCLAIMER: You know the Drill. Xena (Xora) and Gabrielle (Brie) are not mine, they belong to MCA. There is no copyright infringement intended. Although there is no lovemaking, if you are below the age of 18 or offended by girls getting their groove on, you better STOP NOW! This is not for you. Also for the readers that are not familiar with my writing style, please consult the earlier parts for a glossary on the slang language and terms.

Secondly: I like to apologize to the fans for my delinquency. I've been having magic box troubles but my friend RUSSELL fixed it well enough to submit the final chapters. Thanks for the concern e-mail. I was beginning the think no one would notice. (Smile)

I'd like to dedicate this first of all to LYNKA, who gave me the courage to try this. And, thank RUSSELL for his expertise in reprogramming a mess I made. Plus, my girl JENNIFER, who promptly edited the chapter and returned it so that we could get the story posted. You're an "Ace," Jen. It would have taken longer with out you.

Written and Copyrighted by: LB Anderson

July 5, 1999

Mayo searched frantically for the phone. Her mind was on overload. She was unable to focus on anything except Brie. (This was not how it is supposed to happen). She thought. (Troy and Shane swore they would take the first watch. Slade has got to get back here). Mayo finalized without even bothering to review further avenues.

Slade sat singing, "We're Women in the Marine Corps," and enjoying the gentle breeze coursing through her hair when her phone rang. "Talk to me," Slade said in her sultriest baritone pitch. "Slade, get your ass back here and see to your sister. I can't talk to her because she's made it perfectly clear that she doesn't want to hear anything I have to say. Slade," Mayo paused to inhale. "You have got to get back here and get Brie. If anything should happen to that girl while Xora is not here. It is going to be hell to tell the Captain, if you know what I mean Sergeant."  "And, to be totally honest with you Slade, I am definitely not the one that will be explaining to a woman that could snap all of us in two that we've misplaced her girlfriend. No…it will be your turn in front of Xora's firing squad because I love life too damn much."

Slade sighed nonchalantly and said, "Lighten up Sergeant Strong. Little Miss Penelope is going to have to apologize to me first, before I even consider being subjected to her smart-ass mouth again. Now," Slade paused long enough to pick an imaginary food particle out of her teeth. "When that little slug is ready to apologize TO ME, have her page me. BUT until then, little Miss Loose lips is going to be flying So-Lone."

"How can you say that Slade?" Mayo's tone was questioning, but every bit somber. "You know it's not safe for her out there alone. If that crazy bitch Sylvia harms Gabrielle in any way there will be no way in hell that you could forgive yourself." Mayo sighed heavily and finished, "I know…and YOU know that Brie has a way of getting on everyone's nerves…but we still love her. Don't we?" Mayo asked, knowing her final statement would be the whip that humbled this mare's reckless will.  Slade brought the car to a screeching halt. She sat there evaluating Mayo's words. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she loved Brie unconditionally and surely wouldn't want her harmed in any way.

"Alright, but if she says one word out of line to me I am going to beat the shit out of her. Now, do you comprehend that you wicked, wicked step Sergeant?" Slade asked, not really expecting an answer as she hung up, whirled the car around and headed back to base. More than anything, she hated it when her friends knew her better than she did. It really pissed her off when she knew they were right.

Back at the Club…

"Woo," Gabrielle said while resting her head in the palms of her hands. "I must be really tired because I couldn't possibly be drunk from drinking a soda?" The Gunny said, wondering what could she have possibly done that day to make her feel so drained. "Maybe some fresh air will make you feel better." The Lieutenant suggested in a friendly tone. Yet her eyes flashed alarmingly. She still couldn't imagine why Xora was so in love with her except for her oh so buoyant manner. Yet it really didn't matter to Sylvia, nothing mattered any more. The Gunny was about to feel the stinging wrath of an angry, discarded woman.

"Here let me help you." The Lieutenant said, rising to help a scrambling Gunny to her feet. "Oh my," the passing waitress said, while stopping to place a kind-hearted hand upon Brie's shoulder. "Will your friend be alright?" She asked while lowering herself slightly to looking into Brie's barely perspiring face. "She appears to be inebriated." The waitress said. The Lieutenant quickly switched sides, nudging the curious waitress out of the way. "My friend is fine. She just had a little too much to drink. I'll take care of her." Sylvia then led Gabrielle outside and contemplated her next move.

"What shall it be Gretel? Shall I take you home OR…" The Lieutenant paused as she noticed a patch of secluded trees just off from the back of the club. She then narrowed her eyes and glanced down at a disoriented Gunny. "I've heard your field experience is impeccable Red. Why don't we find out just how good you are, shall we?" The Lieutenant led Gabrielle as far back into the patch of wooded area as she possibly could before shoving her roughly to the ground. She then walked over to the Gunny and crouched down at her side. The Gunny's eyes rolled aimlessly in her head, desperately fighting unconsciousness.

"Now, you see Gunny." Sylvia said scornfully. "What we have here is a failure to communicate." The Lieutenant then snatched Gabrielle's head up so that she could view the scolding glare Sylvia was giving her. "All you had to do was walk away from the Captain and ignore her advances. But no you couldn't do that. You had to come across charming and desirable." Sylvia's voice boiled with immeasurable contempt.

"Bitches like you make me sick. You're always strolling around acting as if you are "Miss It". When all you really are, are whores such as myself trying to achieve acceptance. I was going to use Paul in our unscheduled exercise, but I believe I can handle this without his help, wouldn't you say, little Miss Sweetness." Sylvia dropped to her knees and slammed the side of Gabrielle's head against the hard, rock filled soil until the stones were stained with the Gunny's blood. She then commenced to punching Gabrielle in her face repeatedly, utilizing sharp, loose fist jabs. She didn't want to break any of the Gunny's facial structure, but she definitely wanted Brie to know of her anger and resentment when she awoke.

Sylvia slammed Gabrielle's bleeding head once more against the stony soil and abruptly regained her original height, panting. Her breathing was shallow but her anger still hadn't dissipated. "Xora was mine," She spat, kicking contents of earth upon Brie's body. "And, then you came along with your pancake and waffle cooking ass and stole my woman." The Lieutenant hurled another patch of dirt into the Gunny's face before releasing a series of sharp kicks upon the Gunny's chest and sides. She really wanted to hurt Gabrielle for her uncanny ability to make everyone around her adore her. But, more than anything in the world, she wanted, no had to, alert Xora to the consequences of opposing her.

"Get up you Betty Boo wanna be. I'm still not through with you." She lifted Gabrielle to her feet and hurled her face first into the nearest tree. She watched as Gabrielle's head banged against the tree's trunk like a rubbery pretzel and her body fall to the ground like a wounded bird. "Damn," she cackled. "I kinda like this shit. Let's do it again." The Lieutenant skipped up to a semi-unconscious Brie, lifted her to her feet again and proceeded to run Brie into another tree.  

Meanwhile…

Slade eased down on the accelerator and allowed the engine to come to a purring rumble awaiting the base MP to approve her approach. The sentry walked up to her car and smiled. "Slade, Slade, Slade," She said with a glimmering smile. She was tall, Native American, pleasant disposition and the dreamiest eyes you ever laid eyes on. You could almost feel the serenity that illuminated from her soul. Slade returned the Lance Corporal's grin and eased down on the break. "Did you forget something?" She said playfully. She hardly ever, noticed the dynamic duo apart. They were either carpooling or tailing each other. "Yeah I have to pick up my Bullet casing Jar Head sister of mine." Slade snapped, trying to be as cordial as possible. The MP chuckled and said, "Get out of here girl. You know if something happened to her, we'd have to lock you up to keep you from killing someone."

Slade smiled and said, "You know me don't 'cha." "I sure do. I was the one that had to peel you off of that instructor back then, remember?" Lance Corporal War Cloud said, while turning to go back into the duty hut and ordering Slade to get out of her sight. Slade revved her engine and shot through the gate. War Cloud shouted for her to halt, but the engine was idling at a deafening roar. The Lance Corporal drew her 9mm revolver and fired it up into the air. Slade looked back in her rear view mirror just in time to see LCpl (Lance Corporal) leveling her pistol upon the Sergeant's car. Slade immediately brought the car to a stop. War Cloud pulled her aiming arm back up against her and advanced the car.

"Slade you know I adore both you and Brie. But if your ass try my patience again, I will pull you over, make your ass assume the position and shoot you in the foot. That way I know you wouldn't hesitate to do the speed limit." War Cloud quickly brought her body to attention and cracked very sternly. "Do you understand me Sergeant?" Slade gazed up into War Cloud's serious glance and apologized for jeopardizing her and the Lance Corporal's positions and safety. "Shit," War Cloud popped, "Get the fuck out of here, and slow your ass down. Before I have to be scraping your ass up off the pavement." Slade blew War Cloud a mischievous kiss and proceeded cautiously onto the base.

Back to the Patch…

The Lieutenant was now quite pleased with her retaliation against the Captain as she stood panting and cackling down at unconscious Brie and her extensive injuries. "Well, my work is done here, wouldn't you say so Gunny?" She sniggered. "DAMN, I feel good." The Lieutenant crouched down near Gabrielle's still form once more, and swept the protruding hair from the Gunny's face. "I am sorry I won't be here to see the Captain's face when she comes home. But I wish you and her all the happiness in the world. Oops, she probably won't be so happy after she see this mess, huh?" The Lieutenant chortled entertainingly, feeling very powerful at that moment.

"Well, I'll check you later Gunny. I received orders a week ago sending me half way around the world. No one will actually know it was me that did this to you, just like I did with the Lieutenant that held my position before I so graciously filled it. She was a do-gooder like you, but I showed her. When my guys got through with her, her own mother didn't recognize her. Sylvia then brought her first two fingers up to her lips and scooped up a healthy helping of spittle and wiped it onto the Gunny's face. "Rest well, sweet cakes. It has really been a pleasure visiting with you this evening." The Lieutenant giggled heartlessly and strolled contently back out to her car and gazed back into the wooded area before finally pulling off.

Meanwhile…

Slade had searched every place on base for Brie. Just as she was about to give up the hunt she spotted Brie's car. "Now what in the hell is she doing there. She knows DAMN well that she isn't supposed to drink without one of us being present. She couldn't hold warm water without appearing drunk." Slade put the car in reverse and whipped into the parking lot, pulling right up behind Brie's car. "Just wait till I get my hands on her. I'm going to beat her all the way home." Slade spat turning the car off and heading into the club. Within a few minutes she was back out in the parking lot screaming the Gunny's name.

Suddenly, an eerie feeling came over Slade. It made the hairs on her entire body stand on end. Slade's voice faltered as her body began to sluggishly turn on it's own. About three blocks away she watched a struggling figure wrap her arms around the nearest tree and attempt to scramble to her knees. But each time she tried, her weakened limbs would buckle under her. Slade found herself drawn to the image. Although she couldn't actually distinguish if the battered woman was Brie or not, something deep inside told the Sergeant that it was. Slade's feet began to move involuntarily, as the shock of seeing her sister struggling to obtain her footing plagued her soul. Slade found her eyes swelling with tears as her legs sprinted involuntarily toward the figure. Slade called out Brie's name and Gabrielle seemed to struggle more, as her unfocused eyes looked in the direction from which the voice came. Yet, the person's identity still was a mystery to her.  

Washington D.C.

"Look girl," Shana, one of Xora's old road dogs whispered. "What," Cameo returned faintly. Shana, a Native American, sported a short, bobbed haircut, mischievous, dark alluring eyes and the body of an evil temptress. (One look at her and you would pray for guidance). She pointed over at Xora, who was talking to a couple of other Captains at her table. Cameo, Xora's other former partner, was about Xora's height. She had smoky brown skin, was naturally playful, and "spank (whip) that ass" gorgeous. She gazed over at Xora and almost passed out. "DAMN, that BITCH still looks good. Let's go over there." The pair skillfully maneuvered a path over to Xora's table and shooed off the more high falooting (high society) officers that were currently keeping the Captain company.

"Oh no she didn't," Cameo harped in a neck twisting, back bending, attitude suggestion while placing her hands upon her well sculptured hips. "What," Shana asked curiously, while taking a seat. Xora gave the pair a crooked half smile as she mentally recalled all of the trouble they had caused together.

"That wanch rolled her eyes at me." Shana looked over at Xora with mock anger in her face. "Bump that, do you wanna go over there and kick her ass?" She chuckled, not even bothering to gaze up at her supposedly pissed friend. "Nah, she'd probably whine like a wounded skank (whore, bitch) and I'd wind up in the brig. Then on the other hand, she might let me win in here and then when I get outside her ass kissing partners will jump me." Cameo said, while snatching out her chair and plopping into it.  "Well, Miss Slickness," Shana began. "Do you still keep it wet?" Xora smiled, and lowered her head in an intrigued manner.

"Now you know I always keep it ready Shana! Why in the world would you ask me such a question?" The trio chortled wickedly like they usually did before Cameo joined in on the assault.  "C'mon Xora you know we have heard about the little kitten that has wiggled up against your warm belly and latched on. Word is, you are afraid to look at other women." Xor narrowed her eyes, acknowledging that her friend was indeed baiting her, and stated reassuringly, "Now Cameo, how true can that be? Especially when I can point out about eighty percent of the women in here that aren't wearing panties." Both Shana and Cameo looked at each other in utter surprise before falling back laughing.

"Aw shit Xora, you still got the gift girl. C'mon, give me my shit off the top." Cameo stated, as they all rose together, like they used to in the old days, and gave each other a stinging double handed high five before dropping back down into their seats. "So seriously Xora," Shana initiated. "Tell us about your little kitten. We've heard she is just as charming as she is beautiful." Xora gave the pair a blushing grin and gave her friends a brief summary of the woman that had claimed her heart.

"Surely, we will have to meet this girl wouldn't you say my little slackers?" A familiar voice retorted from behind Xora. Within a heartbeat all three women were on their feet bringing their bodies to an automatic stance of attention. "Afternoon Ma'am," the trio sang audibly, as the convention's commanding General moved to the unoccupied side of the table. "At ease ladies." She commanded softly, not believing her eyes. "I thought I would never see you bush whackers, and I mean that literally, together again. My, what time won't reveal, huh?" The General touched one of the officers at the neighboring table upon her shoulder to get her attention. The woman immediately jumped out of her seat and went to attention. "Oh," the General said, while looking down at the open seat. "I see no one is sitting here. Do you mind if I have it?" The butter scotch Lieutenant yelled out, "No Ma'am, please sit. It is an honor to serve you." Cameo brought both of her hands out from under the table formed the perfect booty shape with her hands and rubbed her nose up the middle of the imaginary model. Xora and Shana leaned into each other, attempting to muffle the laughter rising in their throats.

"Thank you," The General returned stepping away from the table and the chair. The boot (young) Lieutenant gazed down at the empty chair, then back up at the General. The General never looked up from the table, but she hoped the inexperienced officer would catch on that she wasn't about to reposition that chair. "Oh, where are my manners?" The Lieutenant asked, feeling quite awkward now that everyone's eyes were on her. She then turned the chair around and slid it over to Xora's table. The General positioned herself in front of the seat and prepared to sit. The Lieutenant was still confused. Why was the General taking so long to sit down? Xora quickly darted behind the chair and scooted it gracefully under the General's gradually folding form. "Thank you Captain," the General expressed, not even looking back at the foolish looking second Lieutenant.

Xora artfully returned to her seat and began to discuss old times with her friends. The General, although about ten years older than the women she was sitting with, was cool. She was a Hispanic American with sassy brown eyes, sizzling form, and a ravaging personality. All the women at the table respected her to the fullest. She didn't know them from Rosemary, Sueann, or Michelle the first time the trio was standing before her at a pre-trial proceeding, but she immediately took to them. And during their entire tour overseas she managed to get them out of trouble no matter what they did. The triad thought of her as a miracle worker and a surrogate mother.

"She must be quite a woman to get you to turn your head twice "Z?" The General inquired, wanting to know more of the lady in Xor's life. "She is," Xora said while taking a sip of her drink. "From the moment I saw her standing on the steps of my command office, I felt my heart flutter. Not only was she the youngest of all of her comrades, she out ranked them as well. The red hues of her hair gleamed in the sunlight and her entire appearance was mouth watering. I've never met anyone that possessed the soul and disposition of an angel, but she does. She makes my heart beat overtime when she smiles. My body ignites when she holds my hand, and my mind floats into a peaceful oblivion when our lips meet."

Xora's comrades sat there gazing for the first time in their life at a woman of extreme integrity and truly in love to boot.  "Dag Xora, can I get a lick of that lollipop?" Cameo asked with an admiring smile. "Girl, I am proud of you! Out of all the bagger's in the Corps I never thought you would be dropped into one. You go girl. Momma's got a brand new snatch. By the way, you're sporting all this poetry and shit, have you hit it yet?" Xora smirked and said, "That's my Cammie. Always thinking about the finer things in life."

Shana and Cameo's mouths fell open as they stared inquisitively at each other. They then turned their stunned gaze back to their old friend. "Xora…" Shana whizzed. "Is she?" Shana couldn't even say the word as she lowered her head and rocked it confusingly. The General silently laughed at the Captain's bewildered friends and filled in the words for her. "A virgin." Xora took another sip from her drink while giving her friend's a raised eyebrow as an answer. "Damn," Cameo said with an appealing smile. "Well ain't (isn't) that some shit. Reel her in girl, she is definitely a keeper in this world…Congratulations Captain." They all raised their drinks; the General included and gave Xora and her ladylove a secret salute of honor.

Back at the base…

"OH MY GOD," the waitress that inquired about Gabrielle lissome state earlier screamed. Slade had made it to Brie and was trying to calm her enough so she could get to her. Gabrielle couldn't recall where she was or whom she had been with. All she did know was that someone was trying to approach her and her body ached with incredible pain. Slade called back to the woman that was screaming and asked her to call the Medics. She quickly made it back into the club and did what the Sergeant asked. By this time people were filtering out into the parking lot, observing the pair.

Gabrielle continued to scream and grip the tree as if her life depended on it. Slade dropped to her knees and lowered her voice to a soothing and comforting tone. Soon Gabrielle was calmed enough to listen, yet she still hadn't released the tree. Slade told her that she was her sister and she was there to help. Gabrielle shook her head, "no." She was still suffering from the drugs and the vicious beating she had received. It was hard for her to recall anything. It was as if her mind had blanked out all her memories of anyone or anything.

Slade remained patient in her presentation as she drifted back to events that both she and Brie attended and mentioned some of the funnier things they did to their friends and loved ones. Suddenly, Brie began to remember some of the things. She smiled briefly and called her sister's name. "Yes Brie, that's right," Slade said softly. "It's me baby." Gabrielle shakily called her sister's name again before bursting into tears. It didn't take a second for Slade to reach her side and pull her protectively into her arms. Gabrielle's weaken arms wrapped around Slade so tightly she swore the life was being squeezed out of her. But she dare not say anything. Brie needed this and secretly she did to.

"I…want to…go (hiccup) home…Slade." Gabrielle strained through gasps of evident fear. "I'll take you home Brie, as soon as the doctor has a look at you. Gabrielle protested. She screamed, "No," seemingly a thousand times. And each time she said it, it echoed in Slade's ears. Slade couldn't hold back the tears as she tightened her hold upon her hysterical sister and cooed words of endearment.

Once again Gabrielle calmed down. Slade stayed with her the entire time. Gabrielle allowed the corpsman to begin examining her in the privacy of the ambulance, but she refused to allow them to place her on a stretcher. Slade informed the medics that she would carry her. Brie's arms wrapped around Slade's neck as she easily lifted her beaten sister up into her arms and headed over to the ambulance.

The whole ordeal was alarming. Brie was kicking, screaming and fighting frantically trying to ward off their touch. Slade simply didn't know how or what to do to help Brie. She knew Gabrielle needed examining so she gave the corpsman leverage to do their job. Only when they went to sedate Brie did Slade stand between them. Slade didn't know what kind of drug had been given to Brie, but she knew for sure a drug had to be involved for Brie to have been beaten up the way she had been.

Brie was quite formidable in a fight and it would almost take a train killer to keep the little blond off of 'em." All of the medics jumped from Slade's hissing attitude when they decided Brie should be drugged so that they could conduct the examination without dealing with her resistance. Slade then tried to talk the medics into releasing Gabrielle into her care and in a couple of days she would have another physician to have a look at the little Gunny. They instantly refused that proposal. Slade glared at the persistent male corpsman and placed a call to Troy. She explained to Troy what had happened and asked her to call the female physician she knew that worked at the infirmary.

It wasn't fifteen minutes before she was there. She was slightly shorter than Brie. She had dark hair, a stern disposition and a grave glare. She ordered all of the men out, took a seat across from Gabrielle and began to talk to her. Both of Gabrielle's eyes were swollen shut so all she could rely on were her remaining sense, which had been heighten by the fierce beating.

Gabrielle didn't see the Major's analytical gaze as she spoke gently to the Gunny, but Slade did. (She's good) The sergeant thought as she watched a miracle happen before her eyes. Gabrielle laid back and allowed the female physician to examine her without any rebuttal. After the evaluation she informed Slade of Brie's injuries. The assault upon Gabrielle's body made her look worse than it actually was. The doctor told Slade that she had four bruised ribs, two on each side, a battered face, and a real ugly gash where her head was banged against a blunt object. The doctor told Slade that Brie must be hard headed because her skull didn't receive any damage. Yet she would be experiencing a serious headache for about a week.

Slade told the doctor that she had to talk to Gabrielle for about ten minutes in an attempt to get her to recognize her, and she was wondering if Brie, had in fact, lost a portion of her memory. The doctor told Slade that Brie hadn't lost her memory, but the shock of the drubbing caused her mind to bring up a protective mechanism which was usually present in attack victims.

She instructed the Sergeant that she would have to be very patient with Brie at this time and only show her love and support. If she were given these things, along with food and rest, the doctor stated with a smile, the Gunny would be back on her feet within two months. The doctor issued a sick chit for Brie, and who ever would be responsible for taking care of her. Without further delay, Slade loaded her sister into the car, after the doctor placed twelve stitches in her scalp, and headed home.

Once they were home, Slade told Troy that she would explain later what she thought had happened and took Brie up to her room. Slade helped Brie to shower, gave her some medicine and tucked her in. The Sergeant still didn't know what to feel as she stood staring down at the sleeping form. She knew she should be angry, but at whom? They all could have contributed toward what Sylvia had done to her. Slade just didn't think the Lieutenant would've taken it this far just to hurt Xora. Slade sat quietly down on the end of the bed and just held herself. Troy watched from the opening of Brie's room as her lover began to cry. She, herself, didn't know what to do or think. All she did know was that it was going to take all of them awhile to get through this.

Back at the conference…  

"Well, girls I think I'm going to retire for the night. If you should need me I will be in suite A352." The General reported. "Excuse me ma'am but you are staying in a suite?" Cameo asked while fanning her fingers open, indicating boundless expense as far as the General's living arrangements. The General chuckled regally and said, "Did I say suite. I meant to say condo in the "A" wing." She then gave the stunned Captain a wink and bid the trio good night. The trio watched the General saunter out of the convention room periodically stopping and conversing with other officers before walking again.

"Damn, I have to get that Generals spot. That juicy burrito is living large." Cameo observed the General as she spoke with one more officer before walking out the door. "And home girl is DEFINITELY in charge."  "Sho' ya right," Shana retorted, taking a healthy gulp for her mug. The group then moaned suggestively before Xora said, "Now top that shit." The three women drove their right arms into the middle of the table, wiggled their fingers and flung their arms over their shoulders.

"Ladies," Xora began. "I going to head up to my room for the night. See you in the morning." Shana looked over at Cameo and gave her a smirk. "Sure, we understand. Peep you later." They all three stood simultaneously, blew each other a kiss and purred like kittens. "Go on Xora," Cameo said, sliding her chair back up under the table. "I don't care what Shana thinks. You got it going on girl." Shana popped Cameo on her forearm and bid Xora good night.

The Commander's hotel room…  

Just as Xora made it into the room her pager went off. She stopped, turned on the lights and looked down at the device display. It was Troy. (I wonder what she wants? I was about to call Brie). Xora thought, walking over to the phone. "Troy," Xora inquired. "What's up? Is Brie there? I was just about to call her. How is she doing?" Xora finished. Troy didn't speak right away. She was trying to figure out how she was going to tell Xora what happened.

After a couple moments of silence Xora screamed, "WHERE IS BRIE? WHAT THE HELL HAS HAPPENED TROY? WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON? SAY SOMETHING?" Xora spat, breathless now. Troy took in a deep breath and calmly revealed to Xora the events of the evening.  Xora slowly stood up, unable to feel anything. When she did finally speak, her voice rumbled with a dangerous growl. "How could this have transpired if you and Slade was supposed to be watching her?" Troy tried to explain, but Xora cut her off.

"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOUR LAME EXCUSES. PICK ME UP AT THE AIRPORT IN THE MORNING. AND TROY YOU BETTER NOT FUCK THIS UP!"

Xora then slammed down the phone and dropped back down on the bed. Something inside her broke as she slid down off the bed onto her knees. She then lowered her head upon the plush carpet and stretched her arms as far as they would go. Her fingers clawed at the floor covering as her mind went blank and her heart sank. (Why did this happen? Why did she do this to her? What have I done so wrong to make this happen to Gabrielle)? In one last desperate silent plea Xora wondered, (How are we going to get through this)?

Back at Brie's…

Troy laid the phone back in its cradle and slowly walked over to the couch and sat down. She didn't notice the tears that began to swell in her eyes. All she could think about was her friends. Will Brie ever be the same? Would Slade ever be able to cope with what happened, and if she did, would she be able to ever allow Brie out of her sight again. And finally, Xora, would she ever be able to trust any of them again? All her best friend had, was their word. And they even failed her in that.

As the weight of all her silent questions began to afflict her every thought, the tears poured from her eyes. She too had to ask her self, (How could this have happened)? A couple of hours later, the rest of the gang tore into the house, but it didn't take long for them to pick up the dejected aura in the air.  Shane walked slowly over to a backward turned Troy and softly asked her what was going on. Soon the whole gang was kneeling in front of their friend, all except Mayo who stood quietly inside the hatch, waiting on an explanation.

After Troy explained to their friends for what seemed like the thousandth time what had taken place, the room fell still. No one spoke a word, that is, except for Shane who jumped to her feet and just went to screaming. "WHY IS THIS HAPPENING…AND WHY TO BRIE. IT WAS THAT FUCKING XORA THAT BROUGHT THIS ON HER. WHY ISN'T SHE HERE? WHY TROY, WHY?" Shane was pleading for something. She just didn't know what. Mayo quickly moved to her usually passive and quiet friend and pulled her into her arms. Shane wept like a baby as she clung to what appeared to be the strongest of the group. Troy, Sharonda and Joy sat staring up at the pair as tears dripped from their eyes. No one had any idea what to say or do. All they felt comfortable with was the silence.

Mayo pulled a sobbing Shane further into her body and began caressing her hair. "Shane you know Xora isn't to blame for this. If anything, we all could have brought this on. None of us here is responsible for what Brie endured. Yet we are all here now except Xora. We need to bond together so that we can all get through this. You know that is what Brie would want us to do. If it was one of us that had been violated, she would strive for the same thing and we all know this. We all need each other right now, and placing blame with anyone is simply going to weaken our resolve. And you know if we are at odds with each other how in the hell are we going to help Brie? I want you to pull it together my little voodoo priestess and cast a spell of love and understanding like you usually do." Shane raised her teary eyes up and gazed in to her friend's strong demeanor and issued her a weak smile. "There she is," Mayo said with her traditional mischievous grin. "I thought I'd lost you there for a minute." Shane dropped her head and wiped the remnants of her crying face onto Mayo's uniform. "Hey, get up off me." Mayo shouted, pushing a now smirking Shane away from her. The rest of the gang chuckled from the stern look the Sergeant was giving her friend at that moment. Mayo was always serious when it came to her uniform. She always had to be immaculate in every way, but right now she looked as if someone had doused her with a drink.

"I'm hungry," Shane said rubbing her stomach. "Why don't I go get everyone something to eat, then we can check in on Brie." Troy explained to the group how disoriented Brie was when Slade brought her home and that she probably wouldn't be able to talk to any of them for a while. "Why don't we go to the store instead. We could cook us all a dinner and fix Brie something." Joy suggested. "Shane you know you can step down in those soups, girl. Maybe that will help build Brie's strength." Everyone chimed in their agreement and soon the pair was off to the store. They still hadn't seen Slade but that was expected. Maybe she would be down to sit with them later.

After they all ate, Troy took a tray up to Brie's room. Slade still hadn't left Brie's side. She sat in an old wicker rocking chair that their father made as a gift to Brie for her new house. "Slade," She said quietly. "I brought you and Brie some soup. Shane made it, so it may have some bird feathers in it." She said jokingly, hoping to at least get a smile from her lover. Slade just looked up at her with tear stained eyes and said, "Thank you." She then redirected her gaze back to her sleeping sister. Troy walked slowly back to the door still uncomfortable with the whole situation. Slade had never been this distant with her. "Slade," she called softly. The Sergeant tilted her head so Troy could see that she had her attention. "I love you." Troy meekly said, revealing remorse and sorrow in her tone. Before she could take another breath Slade rose from her chair and headed over to her. She then pulled Troy into her arms and whispered the same sentiment.

"I love you too Troy. I just don't know what to think anymore. I feel I should be angry, but right now all I want is to see Brie smile again." Slade then pushed slightly away from Troy and caressed her cheeks with the thumbs of her hands that were now cradling her lover's face.  "Do you understand?" The tears began to run from Troy's eyes as she indicated with a nod of her head that she understood. Slade reached down and swept her lips gently across her crying lover's lips and whispered an apology for her behavior. Troy pulled Slade closer and claimed her lips with a hunger that only the both of them could perceive. Troy needed her partner to know that whatever befell them she would be there, always.

Once Troy was back down stairs she called the airport and inquired when the next flight from Washington D.C. would arrive in Atlanta through Delta Airlines. She retrieved the information she inquired about and prepared to camp out downstairs with the rest of the gang.

The ride from Atlanta was a quiet one. Neither Xora nor Troy had said anything, not even when they met at the departure gate. Xora didn't want to talk to anyone. All she wanted right now was to hold Gabrielle and make her well.

After Xora heard the news and was finally able to pull herself together, she went to the General's quarters and explained to her what had come about with Gabrielle and how she needed to go home. The General wasted no time having orders cut for Xora and a sick chit issued so that she could be with Brie through her healing process. Before Xora left the General's chambers she handed Xora her Major's oak leaves and told her the Lieutenant was her problem now and not to worry. She would settle everything. Xora remembered hugging the General so hard she had to pinch the Captain, now Major, to get her to release the bear hug. She wiped away Xora's tears and affirmed that everything would be all right. Xora didn't know how she could repay the General, so she just thanked her and left with her head held high.

"We're just about there," Troy said quietly, not wanting to upset Xora. "Good, I want to see Gabrielle." Xora's mind drifted back to the first time she rode in Slade's car and the first time she went to Brie's house. Xora could feel the tears pushing against her eyelids, threatening to spill at anytime. Troy remained quiet. Xora remembered the shower scene before she left and how playful Brie was that day. She couldn't hold back the tears as a misdirected chuckle tore from her throat. Troy immediately pulled over and pulled Xora into her arms.

"Troy"…sniffles…"why is it…that some kind of tragedy…befalls everyone… I love? Is it me? Am I not supposed to be happy? Why Troy…Tell me why?" Xora drummed her fist mindlessly upon Troy's thigh as if trying to ward off what had happened. Troy pulled Xora closer and tried to shush her with gentle coos rumbling in her throat as well as her soul. "In life Xora we know of no reason for misfortunes. All we can do is gather strength from he that brings up the sun and settles it in its cradle at night and trust that those who love us issue the support we need to carry us through life's pitfalls."

Troy paused just long enough to tighten her hold on her distraught friend. "We can do this Xora. We can get through this, but we will have to do it together. We all love Brie and we want her back. Are you ready to fight for her?" Troy asked, prompting a response from a now settled Xora. Xora regained her original sitting position and returned gallantly, "You bet."

Troy saw the fire of a determined gleam in her mighty friend's eyes and smiled. "Then let's get busy. We have a very stubborn and defiant Gunnery Sergeant that is going to need some tough love. Slade can't do it and we won't. But I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you can pull her out of the grave of depression she is slipping deeper and deeper into. We can't get her to eat. She won't speak. She even fights Slade when she tries to clean her up." Troy pulled up into the yard and inhaled once more before looking over at her friend. "We need the Captain right now Xora, not the woman that loves Brie. We need the hammer, do you think you can handle that Captain Black?" Xora cleared her throat and said, "That's Major now to you Captain." She then showed Troy her golden oak leaves embedded in a velvet covered casing. Troy smiled, gave her friend a hug and said, "Ah'ight (alright) Major Black. The target you are to defuse is inside." Xora swung her door open and stepped out of the car. Just as the pair reached the front door they heard screaming and things shattering. They rushed into the house to see Joy, Mayo, Shane and Sharonda standing at the staircase looking up.

"What's going on?" Xora inquired, while stepping between them. "It's Brie. The minute her medicine wore off she went into a rage. Xora could hear Slade pleading with her to stop and calm down. But Gabrielle wasn't paying that any heed. "I'm going up." Xora stated while striding up the stairs. Xora opened the door just in time to catch a bowl of soup, which splattered all over the door. "Slade, get out." Xora ordered, stepping into the room. Although Gabrielle's face was still swollen, she was able to see now. Slade gazed once more at her panting sister and complied with the commander's request.

"Was there something wrong with the soup?" Xora asked with a raised eyebrow while tilting her head waiting for the answer. Brie didn't speak. Instead she dove back into the bed and covered herself with the blankets. Xora moved to the bed, snatched the covering off and slung it to the floor.

"I asked you a question. Don't keep me waiting for an answer Gabrielle you know I don't like that." Gabrielle folded herself into the fetal position and shouted, "Leave me alone Xora. I don't want you here, get out." Xora narrowed her eyes and gazed over the dirty, terrycloth housecoat Brie wore and her stained clothes that looked as if someone had tried to feed her a week ago. Xora grabbed a hand full of Brie's hair and dragged her from the bed. Gabrielle clawed at Xora's hand trying to loosen her grip. Xora pulled Brie to her, kicking and screaming. She then wrapped her left arm around her waist, straightening her somewhat.

"Stop it," she demanded. Gabrielle ignored her and continued to struggle. Xora snatched her head back and forced her down, face first onto the floor while wrapping her legs around Brie and pressing her upper body against the little Gunny, suspending all movement. Gabrielle whimpered and finally began crying. Xora pressed her face into Brie's hair and allowed Brie to cry, screaming and shouting "Why," repeatedly as she held her love pinned to the floor.

Brie cried for about twenty minutes before she finally quieted down. Xora shifted slightly and brought most of her weight up onto her elbows. She then lowered her lips to Brie's ear and said, "Baby we're all here because we love you and we want to help you through this. Please, let us do this. We are all hurting right now and you need us just as much as we need you. We can't take back what has happened. If we could you know everyone of us would. All we can do is look toward tomorrow with a new mind and hopefully new hearts. Please don't lock us out. If it was one of us in the same situation, would you want us to act as you are right now?" Xora asked resting her chin on Gabrielle's shoulder waiting for the Gunny to say something, anything.

"Xora," Gabrielle issued weakly. "Why do we trust people?" Xora rubbed her face in her love's hair and retorted; "To be honest Brie I don't know. But I do know that it is a part of being human. When I heard what had happened to you I wanted to hate all of our friends down stairs. Yet then I felt content with knowing that if we issue trust willingly we reap it back. I know now it wasn't my friends, that have been here with you every since this happened, I should be angry with. But rather the liberty that an individual took to interfere and disrupt other's lives. That is what we should be angry with, not our friends. Not the one's that love us and would willingly take our place whenever bad things occur just to shield us from harm." Xora paused and ran her fingers through Gabrielle's matted hair. "Does that make sense?" Gabrielle looked up into Xora's sparkling blue eyes and smiled. "Of course it makes sense. It came from the woman I'm in love with." The Major smiled and kissed Brie softly on her swollen lips. "Now, are you ready to get into some clean clothes and take in a bite to eat?" Gabrielle chuckled and nodded her approval.  

Downstairs…

"Ssssh," Joy said. Everyone quieted down and listened to the running of the shower. "Well I'll be damned. She did it." Troy said gleefully. Slade pulled her hair back from her worn face and replied, "Shit, I'm glad. I couldn't figure out for the life of me, how was I going to get that wild cat into that shower." Everyone laughed, and for the first time since the incident, they felt relieved. Finally, they could look forward to tomorrow and know everything was going to be all right.

Xora came running down the steps two at a time. "Shane," She said, looking toward the kitchen. You think you could fix me up some of that soup? Gabrielle like the portion she did eat." "Sure," Shane returned. In a flash she was back with an excellently decorated food platter. "Damn Shane, you are good." Shane smiled and asked the question each one of them had wanted to ask, but were afraid to. "Xora, do you think we could come up and see Brie for a few minutes?" Xora looked down into her friend's dreamy eyes and said, "Let me feed her first and then I'll have everyone come up for a little bit."

Within an hour Xora asked everyone to come up. Brie's face was still swollen but she was the prettiest thing the gang had ever seen. Xora plopped back behind her and hoisted her closer. Brie leaned into Xora and gave the group a pleasant grin.  "Hi Brie," Shane said shyly. Brie chuckled and quipped, "Hi Shane." Everyone laughed and gathered around the bed. The group talked for another hour before Xora shooed them out to allow Brie some time to rest.

As soon as they were all out, Brie turned in her love's embrace and laid her head gently upon Xora's breasts. It didn't take a heartbeat for Gabrielle to drift into the land of dreams. Xora allowed her fingers to sift through her sleeping loved one's hair and silently thank who ever was responsible for returning her good natured partner to her.

The next few days were growing more and more entertaining and Brie…well Brie was getting back to her old self. Yet Xora noticed she was becoming increasingly interested in caressing her body. It wasn't enough that Gabrielle drove her need through the roof when she sat between her legs, but the tummy strokes were driving Xora to drink heavily at night. She wanted Gabrielle so bad that she couldn't see straight at times. Especially during those nights that Gabrielle would lull herself to sleep by massaging Xora's stomach, occasionally grazing her breasts with the tips of her fingers. Each night after Gabrielle fell asleep, Xora wondered what would happen if she slipped Brie's hand down into her PT gear (Nylon Physical training shorts), which came with built in underwear. Would Brie want to caress her then? Xora grinned to herself and laid her head against Brie's and fell asleep.

The next week was even more trying. Gabrielle was inquiring about how many women Xora had slept with. She wanted to know if Xora enjoyed the experiences? And, she wanted to know how Xora liked it done to her. Xora was unraveling like the wrapper on a piece of gum. Each day Gabrielle's appearance was returning and she was looking more and more delightful by the minute. Xora would go out for long runs or make excuses to return to the base just to relieve herself. If things kept going this way, it was going to take the entire Marine Corps to keep Xora from claiming Brie and the commander knew it.

When Xora ran up into the yard one evening from one of her long runs Gabrielle was waiting for her. (Oh Lord). Xora thought (Please not another series of questions. I'm not able to take anymore). The Major finalized in her head. Gabrielle ran up to her and grabbed her into a fierce hug. Xora wrapped her arms around Brie and buried her face in her strawberry scented neck. "Hey, how was your run?" Gabrielle inquired while adjusting her position so that they could walk into the house arm in arm. "It was fine. So what have you been doing since I've been gone?" Xora asked, opening the door for Brie, who was now wearing the same type of P.T. gear Xora had been wearing. Xora stared hypnotically at Brie's swaying form as she moved in front of her and sauntered sensually up the stairs. <This have got to be the Twilight Zone. Why else would I be afraid to tell the woman that I love that I want her and…right damn now>. Xora wondered, while following Brie in.

"Xora would you mind if I hang out in Slade's room tonight. Troy has already agreed to sleep in my room with you tonight. I really need to talk to Slade about something." Xora's mouth fell open from shock. She didn't know if she should be offended or pray a silent thank you for at least one night away from temptation. "No, I don't mind." Xora responded, more out of curiosity. She couldn't compute what in the world Gabrielle needed to discuss with her sister that she couldn't talk to her about, but she would yield for one night if that was Brie's desire.

"Great," Brie said, stuffing her mouth with some "Q" (barbeque) Shane had prepared for the night. "Are you hungry?" Xora didn't even realize she was staring. She was wondering what would it be like to feel those soft lips suck her nipple inside Brie's warm mouth. "Xooorrra," Gabrielle sang. "Baby are you hungry?" Xora shook her head to rid her mind of those explicit thoughts and said, "Sure, give me some." Gabrielle brows furrowed in confusion. Xora noticed the significance of THAT particular statement and retracted what she just said. "Oh jeez, yes Brie, I would like something to eat." She corrected. Brie giggled and rose to fix her a plate.

The gang ate together. Shane, Sharonda and Mayo talked about the recruits and how they missed Gabrielle. They also told her that the recruits were making up their own get well cards for the Gunny and they would bring them home Friday. Gabrielle's eyes shined with anticipation. Troy described her day and it's fumbles as well as Joy's. Laughter rang out all the round the table, except for one person Xora noticed. Slade was as quiet as a mouse. She hadn't lifted her head from her plate since they sat down to eat. Xora took a drink of her wine and observed everyone's temperament at the table. But, each of their friends seemed upbeat and cheerful. <What is worrying you Slade>? Xora questioned in her musing.

Soon the meal was over, dishes were clean and everyone was turning in. Slade seemed to drag to her room as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders. Xora observed her from upstairs as she was lounging in a bent position on the hall rail. "Hey Slade," She called just loud enough for just them to hear. "Is something bothering you? Can I help you with it?" Slade growled at Xora and snapped her teeth in a biting manner. She then turned her back and mouthed something before entering her room and slamming the door. Xora jumped from the sound and her interest bumped up a notch. (What the hell is going on)? She wondered, as she watched Gabrielle practically skip up to Slade's door and enter.

Xora let out a deep sigh and went into her room and closed the door. Troy was reading a trilogy of sex stories so she wasn't paying attention when she came in. "Troy," Xora snapped. "Why this new arrangement? Why is Gabrielle happy as a lark? And Slade is walking around as if she had lost her dearest friend?" Troy chuckled and laid down her book. She then patted the space behind her as she turned to face Xora. Xora eased down into the position and stared into Troy's ecstatic features.

"Haven't you noticed that Gabrielle is becoming more curious about your body. She's now noticing that your nipples harden at certain times. And your pupils dilate when you talk about certain things. Haven't you noticed that each and every day that you look at her she's changing? C'mon Xora, tell the truth. Don't you desire Gabrielle more now than you did three months ago?" Xora didn't know what to say as her eye color darkened. Troy just laughed and continued. "Well, I'll tell you this my friend Gabrielle is about to take a crash course on pleasing a woman and your unhappy friend Slade has been chosen to instruct that class."

Xora's mouth fell open in awe. "Slade is giving Gabrielle a sex talk?" Troy smiled and hopped onto her back. "Yep Xora, your woman is about to find out what makes your nipples hard and why you pant when she eases her leg in between yours." Troy laughed a while longer before she retrieved her book and began reading again. Xora snatched the book away and glared sternly in her friend's entertaining face. "Are you saying Brie is interested in getting physical with me?" "Uh-huh," Troy returned with dancing eyebrows. "Then why didn't she ask me about that?" "Xora did you walked up to your first girl friend and say "show me how to screw you?" Xora thumped Troy on her forehead and sat up. "Ouch," Troy chirped rubbing her head. "Aw Xora lighten up. You know how close they are. Maybe she feels more comfortable talking to her big sister about making love. Especially making love to you. She probably thinks she could never please you sexually."

"Troy Xora popped. "That is ridiculous. I practically climax when she looks at me, much less having her touch me." Troy sighed and said, "Xora, let Gabrielle do this the way she wants. Otherwise she's going to build up an insecurity complex and you won't be getting any." Xora whirled around and pinched Troy hard on her thigh. "This shit is not funny Troy. I hear that girl's voice and I want her. I smell her scent in a passing breeze and I want to taste her. So if you think my abstinence is funny, I'm here to tell you right here and now that it isn't. Shit," Xora spat before dropping face first into the pillow beside Troy.

"Calm down, Xena Warrior Princess," Troy joked. "The queen will stop at nothing to please her partner." Xora frowned and looked over at Troy. "What the hell are you talking about? I'm thinking of real life here, HELLO!" Xora almost screeched. "Jeez I was just trying to ease your anxiety Xora. Anyhow you should watch the show sometime, it's good." Troy looked over at a still confused Xora before ordering her to go to sleep. Xora growled and slammed her face back into the pillow.

Slade quickly jumped in the shower in an attempt to prolong the inevitable. Brie was more curious now than ever before. Slade had never seen her so determined to talk about sex. (It's all Xora's fault). She thought. (She's awakened hormones in Brie she never knew she had. Now I have to give her a girl sex talk. Boy this really chaps my ass). Gabrielle skipped into the shower with a bowl of grapes and snatched the curtain open. "Slade, hurry up, I'm beginning to think you don't want to talk to me." (Oh, good Gabrielle now run with that). Slade thought, grabbing the curtain and snatching it shut. "Brie you can at least wait until I get out the shower.

"Oh," Gabrielle began in a solemn tone. (Shit, Shit, Shit) Slade thought. (She's doing it again. Making me feel bad because I'm not reacting as she thinks I should). Slade dipped her head under the showerhead and allowed the water to rain freely down upon her head. "Give me a few more minutes Brie. I'll be right out." "Okay," Brie chirped and ran into the other room.

Slade dragged out of the bathroom in her silk bathroom. Brie's smacking drew her attention to her. (What in the world does Xora see in her any way)? Brie tilted her head and tweaked her nose at Slade. Slade couldn't help but to laugh.  The Sergeant climbed into the huge bed and plopped down beside her sister. "So where do you wanna start?" Slade asked, hoping she would fall asleep in the middle of it. "Tell me what do I do to please her." Slade fell face first into the pillow, mimicking a bored person.

Slade rolled on to her back and folded her arms behind her head. She then looked up at the ceiling and said, "Tell me what to you like to look at when you see Xora. Let's take Valentine night for an example. When you laid eyes on Xora, what part of her held your attention?"  Gabrielle laid back and copied Slade's position. Gabrielle thought for a minute then said, "Her walk." Slade rolled her eyes shut. (Good lord most people would say a woman's tits grabbed their attention).

"Her walk," Slade repeated in a dry tone. "Uh-huh," Gabrielle chirped playfully. Slade turned her head and looked over at her sister. "Why her walk Brie?" Gabrielle took a deep breath and replied. "When I see Xora walk its like she's moving to music. Her hips stirs sensually as she sways from side to side. And if she's wearing leather, gosh Slade, it appears as if her hips are going to RIP," Gabrielle said that in a strained tone hyphenating her meaning, "right through the seams." Xora's walks seduces me. Sometimes I imagined what it would be like to be her underwear. Hugging that full ass and…" "Well, OKAY THEN," Slade shouted with a taut smile.

"So you like her walk. Tell me what else did you notice about Xora on that night. "Her tits," Brie said quickly but she didn't elaborate. Slade rolled over looked upside Brie's head and coached, "Tell me about her tits Brie. What fascinates you about them?" Brie laughed nervously and remained quiet for a few minutes.

"They're perky, well tanned, voluptuous and sweet smelling. When I lay my head on her breast the scent alone makes my mouth water. I wonder if she tastes as good as she…" "WELL OKAY THEN," Slade almost shouted again. Slade was getting hyped. She couldn't believe it. Her woman abandoned her so she could give her baby sister a sex talk. Slade crossed her legs at the ankle and squeezed tightly, trying to stifle the heat that was beginning to brew in between her limbs.

"What else about Xora draws your attention?" Slade asked with a yawn. Brie looked over at Slade and for a minute Slade could have sworn Brie's eyes coloring changed. I like it when she pulls me up close between her legs. Gosh Slade I swear I have never felt such intense heat and I like it. At times I wondered what it would feel like to dip my hand…" "WELL, would you look at the time." Slade interrupted once more.

"SLADE," Brie shouted. "I could just as easily go up stairs and send Troy back down stairs and just tell Xora to take me. Would that be easier for you? That way you won't have to talk to your sister about something as natural as your period." Brie took her pillow and slammed it up against her sister's head. She then rolled out of the bed and headed for the door. "Brie," Gabrielle continued out the door. "Brie, come on, come on back. We'll talk like you want to, Okay?" Xora stood in the shadows listening to Slade plead for Gabrielle to come back into the room. She initially planned on eavesdropping, but her stomach began to growl so she went to the kitchen to get something to eat.

"You promise?" Brie cracked. "I want to shoot some ideas about pleasing Xora by you and…" "Shush," Slade interrupted, trying to pull Brie into the room. "No Slade you're doing it again. Why won't you listen to me?" "Okay Brie, Okay," Slade whispered looking over Brie's shoulder to make sure no one was sleeping on the sofa. Xora moved further back into the shadows so that she wouldn't be detected.

"I love Xora and I want to be with her. I want to feel her, touch her, kiss her, taste her." Slade closed her eyes tightly not quite ready to serve as a witness to her sister's sexual awakening. "See you can't even listen without panicking. How is it all right for you to bang Troy's brains out and I'm suppose to stay a nun. Oh shit did I say nun? WELL I MEANT TO SAY NONE…N-O-N-E." Brie placed her hands on her hips and took several deep breaths. "Okay Brie, you're right I don't want to hear YOU talk about sex, but I'd rather give it a shot than have you go into something blindly. Now…get back in here and this time I will try harder to listen. Brie tilted her head and pulled her hair over her left shoulder. Xora gasped quietly in the shadows. She loved it when Brie did that. It was so stimulating. "You didn't say the magic words." Brie harped. Slade shifted her weight onto her left leg and placed HER hands upon her hips. "All right, I promise. Are you happy now?" Gabrielle folded her arms across her chest and walked back into the room. Slade growled dishearteningly and followed her sister in.

Brie plunked back down on her side of the bed and patted the place where Slade should lay. Slade crawled in and prepared to listen. But this time Brie had questions of her own.  "Slade tell me what does Troy taste like?" Slade jerked up into a sitting position fighting for air. (Remember you promised) The Sergeant had to remind herself several times more before laying back down. "Do you really want to know?" Brie popped up on her elbows and shook her head vigorously. "Troy tastes like a honeysuckle. And the further down her body I move, the richer she becomes. When I dip my tongue inside her, spurts of her sweetness pour into my mouth. The hotter she becomes the sweeter she gets. And what turns me on more than anything is when she arches her back, moans my name and spreads those sugary thighs further apart. I almost lose it, but I know I have to keep a grip because I'm there to bring her pleasure and that is what I set out to do." Slade dabbed her forehead with the back of her hand. "So how did I do?" She asked quizzically. Brie smiled and said, "you did real well Sergeant. I think you are going to get through this with rave reviews." "Great, that's what I want," Slade retorted with a fake smile.

Xora stayed back into the shadows for about as long as she could. She stealthily moved to the stairs and began to head up when she heard her name. She stopped in her tracks. She wanted to know just how well the sex talk was going. More than that she wanted to know just how anxious Brie was to be with her. Xora moved over against the wall of Slade's room and crouched down. "Slade, remember that day we were talking about our valentine night and you mentioned something about being creative? What did you mean about that? Could I do that with Xora?"

Slade clenched her eyes tight again and inhaled slowly. "What I meant by that Gabrielle is that Xora is already in love with you so if you got into a little role playing it would probably heighten her desire for you." Gabrielle still looked confused. "Okay I'm going to tell you this, but I better not hear this ever again do you hear me?" Gabrielle shook her head up and down signaling her agreement. "Nah Brie this is serious. You have to do the naked swear." Gabrielle stood up in the bed opened her robe and began their secret ritual for promising not to tell a soul. "I swear by my bowl to never tell a soul." Brie then closed her robe and fell back to the bed.

"Okay," Slade stated. "One night Troy and I pretended I was a cop and she was my prisoner. Girl, I had the works. I had the gun, the nightstick, the flashlight and the cuffs. I took her up to our hotel room and ordered her to remove her clothes." Brie moved in closer, highly absorbed. "Brie, Troy is good looking anyway, but without her clothes she becomes a statuesque of beauty. I had to push my urges down to get through the charade. I then ordered her to lie on the bed. She did it, but she did it with such grace that my cunt began to burn." Gabrielle giggled girlishly and continued listening. "I hand cuffed her to the bed and tied a blindfold over her eyes. From that moment Brie, I knew my goal was to please her yet I wanted the experience to be unique. I eased down on the bed and removed my nightstick. I then began to move it suggestively over her body. First I ran just the tip of the handle around her nipples. She whimpered for more. I then dragged the handle gently, ever so gently down her stomach across her navel and softly over her clit. Troy moaned and started to rock her hips. Pushing her cunt harder against the stick. I continued to rock the pole patiently against her hot spot making her growl for more. Then suddenly I stopped. She cried out and pleaded for me to take her, but I didn't want it to end that soon. I moved to the end of the bed and I began to taunt her with very provocative sayings while slamming the stick against the brass bed frame."

Slade chuckled and fell back. "Brie, she was squirming like a worm on a hook. I jumped up on the bed pull out my flashlight that must have had a hundred-watt bulb in it. I snatched her legs open." "You didn't stick it in her did you?" Brie interrupted. Slade slapped Brie up side the head and snarled, "Would you let me finish?" "Okay," Gabrielle retorted, while becoming attentive again. "I then placed the light as close to her clit as I dared and just let the rays of the light shine against her power knob. Brie," Slade laughed. "Troy was so hot that she was screaming for me to fuck her." The confused look seized Gabrielle's face again.

"You don't have a penis so how did you do that?" Slade slapped Brie up side the head again. "Hello," Slade spat while wiggling her fingers. Reality jumped Brie as she rolled over laughing. "Of course you would think for someone like me that masturbates every night, I would realize that was the way to satisfy another woman. Thanks Slade I think I have it now." Brie kissed Slade on the jaw and rolled onto her side. "Slade," "Yeah Brie." "I like Popsicle's. Do you think Xora would let me try that on her?" "Damn Brie, I like that idea myself." Gabrielle snickered and bid Slade good night. Slade rolled onto her stomach and drove her head down in to her pillow. (Great, just great, my sex talk with my sister has got me worked up and where is my woman? Sharing a bed with her best friend. Tell me I don't have bad luck). Slade smiled to herself and quietly said good night to her now more knowledgeable sister.  

Just outside Slade's door…

The Final Chapter

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