DISCLAIMER: Xena and Gabrielle are not mine, they belong to the people in suits at RenPics. This story is not for profit but pleasure, and if the idea of two women in a loving relationship is illegal or distasteful to you, then be gone.
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By grrl_writer_2007


As I looked at her through the flames of the campfire, I questioned why I hid my desire from her. We were the closest friends we could possibly be… just about. I know she used to have this hero worship thing going on about me, but I can see the change. She's done a lot of growing up in the last couple of seasons, and when you're alone on the road for long stretches of time like we are, a girl like me is bound to take notice.

Gone are the full cheeks of youth, the plump softness of adolescent arms. In their place was a firm ripe woman, ready for the plucking.

She's looking back at me through the fire again. She's trying to be subtle, she really is. Her every shy look is endearing, but it is the heat of her gaze that burns me, makes me think she wants to get plucked… so to speak.

"Hey Gabrielle," I say after she has dropped her gaze back to her scroll.

"Yeah?" she replies without looking up. If I'm not mistaken, a blush is creeping up her throat. Hmm, interesting.

I get up and walk over to the log she is sitting on. I take a seat right next to her, so close our arms and legs are pressed together all along that one side.

"Whatcha got there?" I practically purr into her ear. I lean into her and tilt my head to look over her shoulder, letting my hair caress the bare skin of her arm.

She swallowed hard before answering in an almost normal voice, "Oh, just another scroll I'm working on. You know, doing the bard thing." She nervously tried to close the parchment.

I think this might be the opportunity I have been waiting for to find out if there can be more between Gabrielle and I than friendship.

Okay, I think I'm going to pass out. Xena has been acting kinda weird tonight, and now I think she's doing her 'sexy warrior princess' thing on me. Not that I mind, Artemis knows I've dreamt of it happening enough times myself! So why not go with it? Yeah, I'm going to follow her lead on this one. Heck, I might just do a little leading myself!

"Actually, Xena, I was rewriting 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun,'" I offered after a few long moments.

"Hmm, one of my favorites," she practically purred. She leaned in fractionally closer and I could feel the heat of her skin and breath tingle throughout my whole body. Wow. My eyes fluttered shut unconsciously. I never expected to feel the electric spark of her nearness shock my body like that. In my dreams it is an ember whose smoldering heat gradually invades all of me. This… this is… not that. I opened my eyes again and kept them on the leaping flames before us.

"I was thinking that, uh, I could turn it into a fiction story."

"Oh yeah? The story almost sounds made up anyway, if I hadn't been there myself, I'd hardly believe it."

"I thought that, maybe, there could've been certain… situations… that I could enhance," I stumble on nervously.

"Like when we looked for you in that crowd of people?" she husked into my ear, her lip barely grazing my lobe. I couldn't control the shudder that swept over me.

I couldn't breath, let alone speak. I managed to nod jerkily, and chanced a look sideways to watch her expression. Her lips were held in a slight smirk, her blue eyes half-lidded as she seemed to be reliving the scene in her mind while staring into the fire that had held my attention earlier.

I wish I could read her thoughts…

Gabrielle's little scroll has got me taking a trip down memory lane. I remember when I was pushing through the crowd of undulating and sweaty bodies, looking for her. When I saw her between those two women, I had such a flash of jealousy that it stunned me. One look into her somnolent eyes told me that she was not herself, but some pesky voice in the back of my mind sounded doubtful. What if that is desire? Look at the way your bard is checking out that other woman's chest! My bard?

If Gabrielle was really mine, I would never allow another woman's hands or mouth to touch her skin, to find that rhythm that her hips naturally fall into when the music is pulsing, to feel her breath on their face. No way in Tartarus.

I pull myself back into the present when I feel her gaze upon me.

"Maybe in the new version," I say softly into her ear, "I can find you before those two bacchae put their hands on you." I reach up and pull the blonde hair away from her neck, exposing her nape to the heat of my ragged breathing.

A light groan escaped from her throat as she tilted her head slightly away from me, silently offering herself.

"Is this what happened, Gabrielle?" I asked as I dipped down and nipped gently on the side of her neck. "Did you want them? To feel them?"

"No!" she denied as she straightened her head. "They could never be who… I mean I could never really want them." I saw the blush again.

"Because they were bacchae, or because they were women?" I had to ask.

Her luminous green eyes closed momentarily as she seemed to calm herself. "Well, it's not because they're women."

It was uttered so softly, like a mumbled prayer, but I heard. I definitely heard, and now there's no going back. Why would I even want to?

"Tell me Gabrielle," I whisper into her ear. "Tell me what would've happened if I hadn't found you when I did?"

"I… I'm not really sure," she answered shyly. Gods, there's that blush again. That pink tint is now my second favorite color, next only to the green of her eyes.

"I bet I know," I breathe out. I take a ragged breath in and memorize the scent coming off of her body. "Do you want to know what I think?" I don't think my voice could get any lower and I can see it is affecting her.

"Gods yes," she groans.

"For your scroll, right?" I question teasingly.

"Uhm, yeah, scroll…"

"You want me to tell you what I would've done to you if I was one of those bacchae?"

"Uh huh…"

"Mmm, well, I sure as Hades wouldn't share you with anyone else. I would take you out on that dance floor and make you forget everything but me."


"I would take your hand," I took the forgotten quill out of her hand and lifted it to my lips, "and I would want to feel your pulse, the blood racing beneath the surface of your skin." I turn her hand over, exposing the delicate wrist to my mouth, darting my tongue out. "You taste so good," I growl. I nip at the skin with my teeth then soothe it with the tip of my tongue.

I reach over and take the scroll out of her other hand and set it aside. I look into her eyes and they have darkened with desire. Her breathing is shallow and erratic, I can tell she is waiting almost impatiently for me to continue with my story. I take both of her hands in mine and stand up, pulling her gently with me.

"I would look deep into your eyes, penetrating your very soul," I say, holding her gaze with mine. "I would make you want me as much as I want you." I put both her hands around my neck and pull her body close, placing my own hands on the curves of her hips.

She takes a shuddering breath and buries her fingers into my hair, lightly scraping her blunt nails on my scalp. I can't stop the moan that erupts from me.

"I feel the pulsing of the beat, the music like a caress." I slide my hands to cup her ass and bring our hips together, over and over. "The rhythm controls our bodies, our hearts are pumping like crazy, I can't believe I haven't kissed you yet…"

I bring our lips closer together, I can feel her warm breath on me as her eyes flutter shut in anticipation. I tighten my grip on her hips and turn her around in my embrace. The move is unexpected and I hear a little grunt of disappointment.

"But I can't yet. If I kiss you now, I won't be able to stop." I press my body against the length of her back and put my lips against her ear. "And there is so much I want to do to you."

I slide my hands around her waist, extending my fingers so I can feel as much of her skin as possible. I stroke the firm surface of her midriff, reveling in the sensations and her reactions. My hands drift higher and I run a finger under the edge of her green top.

"So perfect," I mutter to myself.


I bring her arms up and put her hands behind my neck once again. I glide my fingertips down along the inside of her arms then brush the sides of her breasts. She pushes her chest out, silently begging for my touch there.

"No, baby, not yet," I whisper.

"Xena…" there was supplication in her voice, unmitigated need.

"Soon, my bard, soon."

I massage her hips, reminding her of the rhythm of the music, pushing my pelvis into her behind in a sensual beat. I raise my hands and begin unlacing her top.

"I need to see you," I growl into her ear. "I need to see what my touch does to you. I can already see your hard little nipples through your shirt, the blush covering your throat and face. But I want it all."

"Oh gods!"

"Your gods won't save you tonight," I rumble in her ear. "Only I can do that."

"Yes! Please Xena!" Her cries were almost desperate as I finally pull the string free and the fabric falls open, revealing her to me.

I cup her breasts almost instantly, weighing them, molding them to my hands. Perfect. I move my thumbs over her nipples feeling their stiffness.

"I'm going to take your breasts in my mouth, you know that don't you?" I demand sensually, squeezing to emphasize my point, so to speak. "I'm going to lick them until they glisten in the firelight."

She can't even speak, only emitting guttural sounds of affirmation and need.

"That's not even the best part, Gabrielle. There's so much, so much more…" I trail off not able to articulate all the things I want to do to her body.

After long minutes fondling her breasts, I drag my hands back down to her belly. I run my finger just under the edge of her skirt. "Do you know what comes next?" I question hotly in her ear.

"Me?" she gasps out eagerly.

I release an evil chuckle. "Oh no, not yet. Not even close to that yet."

"It… it's not that far, Xena," she shakily warns me.

"Hmm, I'll try to keep that in mind." I undo the buckle on her belt and toss it to the side. The buttons of her skirt are next and I slowly ease the fabric over the curve of her hips.

She gasps urgently and digs her fingers almost painfully into my hair. I slide my hands farther down as the skirt drops to the ground with a soft thump.

"How ready are you, Gabrielle?" I cup her mound over her breeches. She is soaking wet, running with moisture. She cries out and a violent spasm rolls through her body. I pull away immediately, to her great disappointment.

"Uh uh, not so fast my little bard," I admonish her teasingly.

"Please, Xena! I need you, I need to feel you!" Her voice was desperate and shaking.

"Oh, you'll feel me," I husk into her ear, nipping the lobe, "you'll feel me all over every inch of your body. Even when I'm not touching you, you'll feel me."


"I need to feel you, too, Gabrielle," I groan as I press into her back once again and wrap my arms around her waist. "More than you can imagine."

I turn her around and look into her eyes. The green is wild, almost frantic with desire. She's reaching for my head and I let her kiss me. Her tongue is plundering my mouth with abandon, and I'm loving it. As she kisses me with unbridled passion, I slip the green top from her shoulders and hook my thumbs on the sides of her breeches. I pull away from her mouth and drop to my knees in front of her. I place a gentle kiss on the slight swell of her belly and look up into her eyes.

She gazes at me lovingly, raising one hand to cup my face, the other brushing the hair out of my eyes.

"I love you, Xena," she whispers. "I have for so long."

"I love you too, Gabrielle," I reply earnestly. "I've been waiting for you."

"Oh yeah?" There are tears of joy gathering in her eyes, a smile trembling on her lips.

"Yeah," I breathe.

I can't believe it, I'm finally going to have my warrior. She loves me, and in the same way I love her. My body is on fire and I don't want to put it out. I want her to burn me with the sparks of passion I see in her blue eyes.

"Well," I say, fighting back my happy tears, "I guess the waiting is over for the both of us, huh?"

"Yeah," she breathes out again.

"Please, Xena," I implore her, letting the desire of moments ago rekindle in my eyes, "touch me, make me yours."

Her eyes flash at my request, the banked embers fully ablaze once again.

"You are mine," she growls possessively as she roughly lowers my breeches to the ground. When I step out of them, she lifts them to her nose and inhales the scent of my desire. Her eyes slide shut as she moans.

"Gods," she mutters and looks up into my eyes again. "I'm going to taste you. Every inch of you, again and again. Your scent… I…"

She looks almost lost for a moment, as if she can't decide what to do. Her eyes are looking at my body so frantically, the lust there making me blush. When she sees it, she looks back into my eyes with a smirk on her lips.

"I think I know what you want," she practically purrs. She swipes her tongue up the center of my belly and dips into my navel. Definitely a good start. She begins trailing kisses up my torso, over my ribs.

"Did you think I had forgotten?" she asks, smirk still firmly in place. "How could I forget these gorgeous breasts? I've been staring at them for years, trying not to, trying to be patient."

Her voice hypnotizes me, the husky timbre raising goose bumps all over my flesh. Her eyes are locked on my nipples now and they tighten even further, which I didn't think possible at this point. A shiver runs through me as I feel a drop of moisture overflow my body and slide down my thigh.

Oh gods, I think she knows. As Xena is breathing in the scent of the skin at my breasts, she gets this funny look on her face. She takes another quick sniff and her left eyebrow goes up. She glances up at me, then down to my mound, then back up at me. I'm sure my face is pink with embarrassment.

"No, Gabrielle," she says as a devilish smile graces lips. "Never be embarrassed about how your body responds to me! This is what I want…" she traces a line of kisses back down, "… what I need…" she nuzzles her nose in my hair, "… what I desire…"

I can't believe the heat, the bolts of energy pounding through my body. Her voice was the most sensual thing I'd ever heard and her words filled my mind, as if she was touching me from the inside. But every brush of lips on skin was like an explosion of sensation that traveled all around my body and focused on my breasts and between my legs.

I clutched her shoulders as I felt my knees weaken and more wetness escape. Her hands tightened on my hips, supporting me.

"Yes," she hissed, pulling her face slightly away so she could see my womanhood. I felt the moisture collecting on a curl of hair. I couldn't believe how much I could feel, how sensitive I was becoming, every wave of liquid desire like a tsunami. My panting breath was uncontrollable, the tight spark of anticipation and desire taking hold of my body.

Her hands slid down, cupping the backs of my thighs, urging them to spread slightly.

"Oh gods," I moaned, my head falling back.

"Yesss…" she repeated. I could feel the moist heat of her breath. I needed to see her, to look into her face.

I lifted my head and looked down just in time to see her eyes slide shut as she positioned her open mouth below the drop that was now barely hanging on. As if in slow motion I watched as it dripped onto her full lower lip, like dew on a rose petal. Her tongue came out and licked the inner edge and retreated. Then she sucked her lip into her mouth and groaned in the sexiest tone I'd ever heard in my life.

Her eyes opened about halfway and locked with mine. That wicked smile still curved her lips. I inhaled sharply and held it, not really sure why.

"Oh baby, I have got to get me more of that!" She used her hands to spread my legs further apart and began licking at my inner thighs. Her face nuzzled the skin there as she breathed in my scent.

I had to touch her. I lifted one hand off her shoulder and buried it in her hair once again. She was my lifeline, my anchor, my soul mate.

"So good, so amazing," Xena murmured, almost to herself.

"Xena, I'm…" I couldn't finish. The words were stolen from my throat as she took a long lick of my opening with the flat of her tongue. A tremendous spasm took my body and my hands dug into their holds. "I…"

"No, not yet," she whispered as she pulled away, resisting the pull of my hands.

"No, no Xena, please!" I couldn't believe the begging quality of my voice, now that I had one.

"Shh, it's okay," she tried to reassure me. But I was frantic, at the edge of some precipice. I felt tears building in my eyes, my physical and emotional control completely gone.

"I need you," I whimpered, my voice trembling.

Her gaze shot to mine, instantly reading my desperation, realizing she had teased me too much.

"Okay, Gabrielle," she said softly, "okay. Your waiting is done. I will give you release."

Her words and voice sent another spasm through me. As her tongue circled my lips, another one jolted my body. Cries erupted from my throat as her mouth began to suckle my nub. The sensations were gathering in a rush, I had no control, the spasms coming one after another, bigger faster, better. I felt her finger circle my opening, being coated in my juices. She slid into me slowly, letting me feel her. When she added the second finger, I exploded. I felt so full, so complete, I clamped down on her fingers with all my might and let forth a scream. She kept moving within me, timing her thrusts with the waves of pleasure breaking over me, never letting it subside. Finally the spasms began to lessen, coming further apart and she stilled inside, feeling the pulses.

She lifted her face and looked up into my eyes.

That was amazing. I was inside of her and I felt her release as if it were my own. I felt kinda bad that I had teased her so long, but the look on her face right now, I know she'll forgive me.

She is truly the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, especially now with the glow of total satisfaction lighting her face. And I put it there. Amazing.

"I love you Gabrielle," I murmur as I slowly withdraw my fingers.

She releases a moan and another ripple shakes her body. I feel her fingers loosen their grip on my shoulders. I bet I'm going to have little crescent shaped marks in the morning. That's alright, I'll make sure to leave some marks of my own later. As they say, all's fair in love and… well, sex?

"Gods," I hear her sigh as I feel all her muscles start to soften. I stand quickly, taking her in a tight hug. "I love you Xena," she whispers in my ear.

"And I love you," I whisper back. I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist.

"Take me to bed," she murmurs, and I happily comply.

The End

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