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by Ms Mil Toro
The following story contains graphic descriptions
of sexual activity between two consenting adult women. If you
are below 18 years of age, or if you are offended by this type
of material, please go away and come back when you grow up. The
characters of Xena and Gabrielle et al are the property of MCA/Universal/Renaissance
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This is a "what if" story. "What
if" Gabrielle married Perdicus and Callisto never killed
him? (I know - depressing, ain't it?) "What if" Xena
never visited Gabrielle despite her promises that she would knock
on Gabrielle's door so often she would be sick of her? "What
if" Gabrielle returned to Potadeia with Perdicus and stayed
to raise a family? "What if"?
Some of these events may be disheartening to some
so be forewarned, however, in the end, they live happily ever
after. We *are* talking about Xena and Gabrielle here.
It was plainly and simply the worst day of my life.
Twenty years have not lessened the impact of my inaction on that
day. Although I think of it less now than when it first happened,
each passing day points to the single most important crossroad
in my life. A crucial turning point was when I found it within
my heart to prevent a small baby from being slaughtered and renounced
my evil warlord days. Hercules showed me there could be another
pathway to being a fearless warrior. Yes, that was a monumental
turning point but it was Gabrielle's marriage to Perdicus that
changed my life in ways I could never have comprehended at the
Here I sit, alone, wishing after all these years
I had said something. I wish I had shouted at her and shook her
awake. "Don't marry him! I love you! You belong with me!",
but I couldn't. I couldn't let her continue to follow me, a young
beat-up warrior who never knew when an assassin's arrow would
be lurking around a tree. How many times could I tempt the Fates?
She was the pathway to my heart and thus an easy target for my
enemies. I could not allow that to continue. In any case, I
was never sure if she loved me in quite the same way.
She followed me unquestioningly on my dangerous adventures.
Anything I did became fodder for her bardic tales and my ego
soaked in the glory. As well, a part of me cringed at my deeds.
I always recalled the tales differently. I always remembered
the shameful parts. While Gabrielle would regale the glorious
adventure of how I stopped an all out war between the Centaurs
and the Amazons, I only relived the instant I pierced my sword
through the traitor Celano's heart and enjoyed it. Those unsavoury
pieces I kept to myself. If only she knew how much I kept from
her, she would not have wanted to stay with me. Perdicus became
an easy way out. For me.
Oh how I loved her, though. She was so opposite
from me. She was cheerful and optimistic while I was brooding
and cynical. She was blonde and young, I felt dark and old.
She would never hurt so much as a fly but I, I would snatch the
fly in mid-air with my bare hand and clutch it in my palm just
to see if I could. I never told her the pleasure it gave me to
compete against nature and that's all being a warrior really was
to me. A war against nature. Gabrielle saw it as a part of me
I was sure to overcome. It hasn't left me yet.
Many years have past since I last saw her. Twenty
long years of endless roaming. No one has ever filled her spot
on the trail beside me. Oh there were a few companions I allowed
to accompany me from time to time, some men, some women, but no
one has captured my heart. I still try to follow her legacy of
non-violence but that has become increasingly more difficult these
days. It seems the older I get the more my enemies challenge
me. As if because I am older they will have more of a fighting
chance against me. My body has numerous battle scars, but the
older I become, the wiser, as I use my wit now more than brute
force. My mind is as keen as ever. An increasingly alluring
option may be for me to lay down my sword and fall on it. These
days, I seem to have less fighting spirit than ever. The time
to give up may be near.
I saw her again last night, but I know that I shouldn't.
Oh, of course, it wasn't Gabrielle, but the young golden redheaded
bard could have easily been my Gabrielle from long ago. The lilt
in her voice, the laughter in her green eyes, the innocence and
naiveté of youth all brought memories rushing back to me
in torrents. I went to listen to her every day until finally
she wondered why the infamous warrior woman Xena sat in the corner
and watched. I could only offer her a drink and conversation.
She accepted and deep into the night she invited me to her room.
I made love to her wishing it was my Gabrielle. Wishing her
soft lucent skin was Gabrielle's, wishing her tender full lips
were Gabrielle's, wishing the fine downy hair between her legs
was Gabrielle's, wishing the sweet nectar I tasted was Gabrielle.
Again I tortured myself by seducing yet another young redhead
to fulfil my yearning for Gabrielle. Over the years it has never
gotten any better. I would use them to satisfy my own needs but
then I would leave to wander the roads again and wonder if Gabrielle
In all my roaming, I've stayed away from her village,
I dare not even think its name, for fear of meeting her or Perdicus
by accident. I have travelled long circles around the perimeter
and many a time wasted precious days avoiding that town. I could
not bare to see her.
I remember the weeks after her injury outside the
Thessalian temple. It's funny now that I should call it an "injury".
She was dead, plain and simple and I could not live without her.
I screamed hysterically for her to come back, for her not to
leave me, for her to wake up from this silliness. How could she
leave me when I loved her so much? But she did for a moment and
in that moment I knew I couldn't lose her. I knew she couldn't
leave me or I would be lost. How did I get from that moment to
allowing her to leave with Perdicus? I do not know, I only know
that I did.
For weeks after, she needed to ride with me atop
Argo, my first Argo horse. I treasured those moments when she
hugged my back for support. Her soft breasts pressed against
me and made me dizzy with desire. She tired easily and her head
rested securely against the back of my shoulder. Her arms anxiously
clutched my waist and I was never happier than to be her support,
her rock of strength, her Warrior Princess. But I dared not confess
my longings to her for fear she would think I was taking advantage
of her weakened state. I selfishly bemoaned the day when she
was well enough to walk on her own again. I put aside all temptations
to confess and hid the truth of my hysteria.
I remember the moment she said no. No, she was not
going to marry Perdicus. I was so relieved though I could barely
suppress my excitement and then I said some stupid things. What
I wanted to say is I hope you never marry anyone but me, but instead
I heard myself say "seeing you happy will make me happy,
and if that means settling down with Perdicus, you have my blessing".
My voice nearly faltered on the name Perdicus because I never
wanted to say that. I really didn't think she would change her
mind and say yes. She had already told me her answer was no.
Oh how I rue the moment I spoke those words.
Then I remember the moment she said yes. Yes, she
was going to marry Perdicus. My heart thudded in my chest and
stopped beating. Marry Perdicus? I thought she said no! Then
I remembered my words about her being happy would make me happy
and it could not have been more painful than if I had put my own
dagger to my heart. I did not sleep the entire night. She slept
like an angel.
The next to the last time I saw her seems like yesterday.
She had flowers in her hair at the ceremony. She wore virginal
white and I selfishly longed to be the one to deflower her maidenhood.
I watched her kiss Perdicus to seal their fateful marriage and
something screamed in me to stop him and stop her. She had a
right to know she was my eternal love. But no, I watched as a
voice, my voice, a seemingly disembodied voice, told her I would
visit her everyday and that she would become sick of me. She
protested no but I knew right then that I would never see her
again. I could not bare to see her so happy with another even
though I felt no ill will towards Perdicus.
I kissed her lightly almost on the mouth and almost
on the cheek. I restrained myself from kissing her like I wanted
to. I wanted to take her in my arms, sweep her off her feet and
proclaim my eternal love. I wanted to denounce her marriage to
him and take her away from that wretched ceremony. But I didn't.
I stood there like a fool and kissed her lightly almost on the
mouth and almost on the cheek. I hugged her gently and put on
a brave face. A warrior's face. I heard my voice announce I
was happy for her but I knew it was a bold-faced lie. She couldn't
read through me so caught up in the ceremony was she and then
I thought I saw a faint flicker of regret when I kissed her.
I never found out what that flicker meant. I nearly cried as
I stood and watched her walk out the door with Perdicus.
The last time I saw her a toddler clung to her apron.
Her son. Perdicus' son. I was flattered they named him Lyceus.
A new baby was on the way. It was painful but I steeled myself
against it. She seemed happy to see me. I was ecstatic to see
her. To hear her melodic voice. To see her cherubic smile light
up her green eyes. I saw all that and my heart shattered into
a million pieces. What had I given up? How could I ever find
happiness again? She could not come with me and so I had to go.
I kept Gabrielle in my heart but I never returned to Potadeia
because my soul could not withstand the piercing pain.
A sword stabbed my side earlier today. Cowardly
bandits. Many swords and arrows have pierced my side. Over time
my body recognises the pain and now embraces it. So I rode in
agony as I knew that I would not be healed alone in the forest.
I knew there was a village a half day's journey and I spurred
Argo on at increasing speed. I kept thoughts of Gabrielle close
to my heart because I knew she was the only one that could keep
a light near my soul. I finally arrived at the village. Argo
steered me to the inn where I dismounted with great effort. The
ground rose up to meet me and I fell helplessly as everything
They told me a woman warrior was injured. They called
me from outside. Gabrielle, they cried, it's Xena! Xena, my
Warrior Princess, a name that had not passed my lips in many years
even though a day does not go by that I don't think of her. Xena,
where have you been all my life? I asked her silently. Why did
you leave? Why did you never come back? I heard tales of her
exploits over the years, mostly from road weary travellers. I
was glad she kept her promise not to go back to the dark side
of her soul in my absence.
They brought her in from the road and carried her
body to a warm bed. A healer was summoned and bandages gathered.
Another sword. Another wound. Another time. Never had my life
been so exciting, so passionate, so close to the edge. For many
years later, my stories were rich with the colours of my youth.
People came to see the bard who once travelled with the Warrior
Princess. Some didn't believe it and asked me where she was.
I could never tell them, I could never tell them my Warrior Princess
deserted me and left me to a tedious life of farming. A farming
accident took Perdicus three years into our marriage and shortly
thereafter our daughter, Xena, was born. I was left alone with
two small children. I named my daughter Xena and my son Lyceus
but Xena never came back to find out how I was or how our children
were. I was bitter for many years, thinking of Solan and how
easy it seemed for her to abandon him, her own son. The son she
never told who his mother was.
I remember the next to the last time I saw her.
It was the day of my fateful marriage to Perdicus. Yes, he was
a good man but it was Xena who captured my heart. I waited for
her to say something to stop events that reeled ahead at lightening
speed. I wanted to scream wait, I love you, Xena! But she made
no move to claim me, instead she let me go and promised she would
visit so often I would be sick of her. She did not keep her word.
I saw her only once and that was agony. I wanted
to go back on the road with her and leave my family behind. I
would have given up everything if she had asked but she did not.
Lyceus was just a toddler and I was with child with little Xena.
Perdicus was still alive and he was gracious enough to allow
us most of our time alone together. She stood tall and brave
before me, her piercing blue eyes ignited my loins and melted
my heart. My common sense prevailed despite her nearness. My
heart shattered when she left two days later never to return again.
Someone once said, time heals all wounds, and so
I clung to that thread and healed myself. Yes, Xena left me but
I didn't exactly tell her how I felt about her. I'm the one who
married Perdicus, I'm the one who left her. She probably found
another more experienced, less naive travelling companion while
I was to left to farm. Why did she never visit after the one
time? I asked myself that until I nearly went insane. Then one
day I realised I had to get on with my life. Xena wasn't coming
back, Perdicus wasn't coming back and the babies needed me. I
Then Iris entered my life. Iris, who had a warrior's
heart. She was much like Xena in her take charge ways. With
her brave soul, she could have easily commanded an army but it
wasn't in her spirit. The only thing she commanded was our craft
shop and my heart. The way I wished Xena had so many years ago.
Iris was a travelling craftswoman who stopped in
Potadeia and listened to my bardic tales. She too had heard of
Xena, who hadn't, she asked. I didn't bother to ask her where
Xena was. I didn't want to know. Fear tightened around my heart
that she may be close by and hadn't come to visit. Iris charmed
me and made me feel protected. She filled a large gaping hole
in my heart that Xena left. In the short time Perdicus and I
were together, nothing felt right. It wasn't until Iris appeared
that some of the emptiness from Xena's absence made me begin to
feel whole again.
Nevertheless, pages of Xena's life came back to me
through travellers' tales. How she killed Callisto and her army.
How she dumped an ambrosia bitten Amazon into a lava pit. How
she crushed Gareth, the Giant who killed her friend Goliath.
How she and Atalanta defeated the Sphinx by her own riddles.
But as time marched on, the stories began to wane and I was not
even sure if she was dead or alive. I supposed Xena's death would
have made great news but I was not absolutely positive until today
when they brought her prostate body into the inn. I waited for
her to heal and then I would speak with her.
I laid in a soft bed and dreamed of Gabrielle. In
the dream she wiped my sweaty brow and followed the cloth with
a trail of kisses. How sweet those kisses were. I told her to
be still, to lay beside me and hold me. I needed to feel her
next to me, to know that she had not left my side. And then my
eyes opened and it wasn't Gabrielle. It was a tall woman of warrior's
strength that looked down at me. Where am I? I asked with great
effort, my throat dry and parched from the fever. Phidias, she
replied. You rest, don't worry, we will take care of you. Water,
I croaked. She gave me water. Gabrielle, I thought, how gently
she used to nurse me back to health even though I was the one
who knew more about healer's ways. My Gabrielle healed me from
her heart. Then the blackness washed over me once more.
My mind drifted to the night after Gabrielle's wedding
when I discovered Callisto's encampment in a cave and seized her.
I broke my promise to Gabrielle that I would not become a monster
but my heart was so full of despair without her that I single-handedly
killed every one of Callisto's men. Callisto, I kept alive.
I dragged her off as my prisoner not quite sure what I would do
with her. My thinking was clouded by my love's absence. I desperately
wanted to fill the gaping hole in my heart. Callisto was there,
so close, within striking distance of my anger. There was no
one or anything that could come between us and so I took out all
my helplessness on her. I imprisoned her securely against a tree
and crushed my lips against her mouth. I ripped off her armour
and her chainmail broke away violently in my strong manic hands.
Then I had my way with her. She enjoyed it and compelled me
to reach my dark side saying she knew I had it in me. And I did.
She eagerly goaded me on and I obeyed her commands. I wanted
to hurt her and she allowed it, even encouraged me. When I was
through with her and my soul was momentarily satisfied, I let
her go. However, she would not leave.
For weeks, perhaps months on end we kept each other
company. She without her army and I without my beloved. I gave
up fighting for the greater good. I only fought Callisto. Day
after day we bickered, clashed swords and then made love. She
liked it rough and I willingly complied. The gentle part of my
hands and heart left me like Gabrielle as I fruitlessly tried
to fill the vast emptiness inside. Finally I said enough. I
had to get on with my life. I bid farewell to Callisto and never
saw her again. Word came back to me years later that she was
killed by a renegade band of Amazons.
Eventually, I made my way back to the Amazons. Ephiny
welcomed me into their circle with open arms. She loved Gabrielle
and sympathised with my plight. She was incredulous that I would
not go back and claim my beloved bard but I refused and would
not explain. She succumbed to my wishes and tried to take my
mind off of her. She encouraged me to spend company with a few
Amazons who were more than willing to please me. I spent my time
with no one. I wandered aimlessly through the village in a daze.
One night I drifted back to Ephiny's tent. She understood
my love and longing better than anyone save the Gods. She again
told me to go back, to reclaim Gabrielle but again I refused.
She held me and comforted me. She suggested that maybe Gabrielle
had been waiting for me to stop the wedding. I told her no, Gabrielle
wanted to get married. She wanted that life. I was convinced
Gabrielle didn't want to continue travelling with an old battle
scarred warrior like me. I felt much older then than I do now.
Ephiny and I spent many a night in each other's arms. She knew
my desolation like no other and eased its hold on me.
I wiped Xena's brow as the fever took its toll.
The sword wound was infected and it would be days before she recovered.
I watched her sleep. She seemed so at peace with her eyes closed
even though the lines in her face betrayed a different story.
I still regret that I did not profess my love for her. How could
I have? It did not seem that she wanted me there. She did not
claim me as her own. On the eve of my wedding, she was silent
and brooding. At first, I tried to talk to her and make it seem
as if everything would be fine. She did not answer and so I dropped
it. I lay awake the rest of the night feigning sleep that would
not overtake me.
I watched the rise and fall of her chest as her lungs
breathed in air. After so many years, I was still mesmerised
by the raven haired beauty. Her thick long tresses were streaked
with grey. Her eyes were closed but I imagined her azure blue
eyes were as piercing as ever. The blanket that covered her could
not hide the outline of her still muscular figure. Over and over
I chastised myself for not declaring my eternal love for her.
Desire that had not been lessened by the intervening years seized
my loins. I recalled the dreams and wishes I had then of ravishing
her magnificent body.
I remembered when I rode atop Argo with my arms wrapped
around Xena's waist. I clutched her firm stomach and revelled
in the strength of my Warrior Princess. Occasionally, my hand
would brush against her thigh and I marvelled at the incongruity
of her hardened muscles and soft skin. I longed to soothe my
face between those powerful thighs. I laid my weary cheek against
her muscular back wishing that I never had to leave the comfort
of my beloved. But then my body healed and I was well enough
to walk unencumbered and I could not think of another excuse to
cling to her back.
I remembered the time she made love to Marcus at
our campfire. I pretended to be asleep and was ashamed that I
could not resist listening to the sounds of Xena's pleasure.
I cried myself to sleep yearning for it to be me she moaned for.
Wanting it to be me who brought her to the height of her climax
and back. It was never to be, we never made love. I never held
her in my arms and kissed away her pain. I never heard her cry
out my name in passion. With Iris now by my side, I don't see
how it could ever be.
One day, a handsome Solan came to visit us in Potedeia.
He was a blacksmith by trade but he had heard tell of a bard
that once travelled with the Warrior Princess. He remembered
when Xena and I visited him eons ago. He was big and strong,
no doubt a great likeness to his parents' physical stature. I
imagined he had his father's looks because he didn't look like
Xena save his piercing blue eyes. They were hers, for sure.
Seeing Xena in those eyes, I could not hold the truth from him.
He repeatedly asked me questions I could not answer. They were
all about his mother and Xena. He did not know they were one
and the same but the pain in his life was clear. He needed to
know the truth and I gave it to him.
When I told him, he seemed relieved as all the pieces
of the puzzle slipped into their proper slots. For many years
it had been a riddle he could not solve. He was angry to be sure,
but when I explained the full story, the revelation that he would
probably be dead now if Xena hadn't protected him from the truth
and her enemies. He listened and then I couldn't get him to stop
asking questions about the Warrior Princess. Mainly he wanted
to know where she was. We all wanted to know that. That I couldn't
tell him but he would never tire of me telling him Xena stories
over and over again. He was like a sponge that soaked up all
there was to know about the Warrior Princess through me. I gave
him all that I had. He stayed with us for months and then he
was gone, determined to live a prosperous future now that he had
a solid past.
My own children have grown and left. Iris and I
moved away from Potedeia and settled in Phidias nearly 2 years
ago when Lyceus married a woman from there. There was nothing
left to hold me to my home village. Both my parents were gone
as was Lila, and little Xena travelled the countryside. She wanted
to seek out adventure before settling down. I told her to go
for she knew her mother did the very same thing in her youth.
I woke up and saw Gabrielle at my side. She wiped
my brow and smiled at me. You've come back to me, she cried,
her eyes flooded with tears. Was it a dream? I wondered, but
Gabrielle seemed older and wisdom reflected back at me through
her ageless green eyes. She was even more beautiful than my faded
memory. She tenderly kissed my hands and pressed my hot palm
against her cool cheek. You are safe, she said, you're going
to be fine. A tall warrior woman Gabrielle called Iris put a
comforting hand on her shoulder. Yes, she's going to be fine,
she echoed. My Gabrielle then kissed my palm and reached closer
to me until she hovered over my face and lightly brushed my lips
with hers. She pressed more firmly and licked my lips as her
tongue darted inside for a thorough search. I moaned aloud as
her tongue made my body, from my toes to my fingertips, tingle
with desire. I reached one hand behind her head and with the
other I gathered her body close to me. Her soft curves moulded
into my own form and the fever in my body competed with the smouldering
blaze within my loins.
Xena awoke with a start, her eyes flew open and her
heart palpitated erratically. She peered at the sleeping form
across the glowing embers and saw the golden red hair flowing
out of Gabrielle's bedroll. She sat up against a log and gazed
into the stars as teasing bits of her dream flooded her waking
mind. All she remembered was she had a fever and Gabrielle was
lying on top of her, pressing her young supple body against her.
They were kissing passionately and Xena's loins were on fire.
Xena was now wide awake but the inferno between her legs had
not diminished. It was rekindled with every snippet of the dream
she remembered. Her mind turned over each fragment as if examining
it for still new sensations. She could not recall why she had
a fever in the dream or anything else about it, for that matter.
She only saw and felt Gabrielle mould her soft curves into Xena's
Then reality set in. Callisto was on the loose out
there somewhere. And oh yes, Perdicus, how could she forget?
Xena wondered sardonically. The wedding was planned for tomorrow
in Phidias, a nearby village. This was going to be Xena and Gabrielle's
last night together but earlier that night at the campfire, Xena
had barely put two words together. Gabrielle tried to reassure
her that everything would be fine, but Xena knew that wasn't true.
So she retreated into a brooding silence. Gabrielle surrendered
to the false tranquillity.
Xena gathered up her bedroll and laid it out beside
Gabrielle. She sat cross-legged on the blanket and hesitated
before shaking Gabrielle's shoulder.
"Gabrielle, wake up," she whispered softly.
Gabrielle turned and shifted onto her back.
"I'm awake, Xena. I couldn't fall asleep,"
Xena was confused and puzzled. Gabrielle always
slept like an unmoving log no matter what the circumstances.
She was afraid of what she was about to say but she considered
the alternative, a life without Gabrielle. She only hoped that
Gabrielle wouldn't pity her.
"Gabrielle, we have to talk."
The bard simply nodded.
"Gabrielle, do you remember when you were injured
at the temple in Thessaly?"
"How could I forget? I nearly died."
"You didn't 'nearly' die. You were," Xena's
voice caught in her throat as she shuddered at the memory of how
hysterical and out of control she was on that day. She swallowed
hard and continued. "You were actually dead. Your heart
stopped beating and you stopped breathing. I thought I'd lost
Gabrielle sat up hanging on Xena's every word. It
was on the rare occasion that Xena spilled her emotions in this
Xena took Gabrielle's hand in her own. "I never
told you this but, on that day I lost control. I became a wild
woman and beat your chest to make you breathe. The thought of
you leaving me was unimaginable. I knew I couldn't go on without
you." She stopped again as anxiety clenched at her heart.
"Xena, I...." Gabrielle started.
"Shhh, let me finish." Xena put her forefinger
to her lips to silence the young bard. If she didn't she would
never be able to get out all that she wanted to say before it
was too late. She withdrew her hand and took in a deep breath.
She tried to compose her nerves and give herself more courage
than she'd ever needed on any battlefield in her entire warrior
life. How could she say it without making it sound like blackmail?
How could she say it without making it sound like a egotistical
demand? How could she say it without gaining Gabrielle's pity?
She did not want Gabrielle to stay with her out of pity. That
would be the worst.
"Gabrielle, I don't want you to marry him,"
she blurted out not even wanting to say the man's name.
"I want you to stay with me. I....I wouldn't
be able to go on without you. I couldn't do it back then at the
temple and I don't want to do it now." A flood of tears
blocked her throat. Xena brusquely got up from the blanket and
ran blindly into the forest.
Gabrielle called after her, "Xena, I won't.....I
Xena could not hear as she was too overwhelmed by
her emotional outburst.
Xena sat at another tree deep in the forest. She
stared into the black night and listened to the surrounding nocturnal
creatures. She had run away from Gabrielle and the chaos of her
emotions. She hadn't wanted Gabrielle to see her so defenceless
and vulnerable. How could she go back and face her? But she
had to. She had vowed to herself a long time ago that she would
never willingly hurt the younger woman. She would go back and
put on her warrior face and stand with her at the wedding ceremony
despite her aching soul. She would do it for Gabrielle. Eventually
she quelled her trepidation and steeled herself against the inevitable.
Then Xena rose to return to the campfire.
As she quietly made her way through the thick forest,
she laughed at herself for being so upset that she ran into the
woods with nothing on but her shift. Even her feet were bare.
She was always astonished at how much Gabrielle could get under
her skin. Her heart softened as an image of Gabrielle's beautiful
smile flashed before her. Suddenly, she remembered Gabrielle's
words that rang out within shouting distance of her trek into
The words, "Xena, I won't.....I love you!"
echoed in her brain. What did she mean? 'I won't'! Won't what?
She's not going to marry Perdicus? There was no questioning
the intent in her last words, 'I love you'. Xena hurried back
to the campfire.
As Xena approached the campfire, she slowed her pace.
She didn't want to alarm the bard in case she was sleeping but
she had a strong feeling she was not. She took a deep breath
and regained her composure so that she would not appear over-anxious
just in case her hearing had been distorted by wishful memory.
Gabrielle laid exactly where Xena left her. She
had the blanket covered to her neck but she was not asleep. She
patted the bedroll next to her.
"Xena, it's okay. Come on, lay down."
Xena sat down. "I'm not really tired, you go
on and sleep."
"I'm not tired either, but you can at least
rest your muscles even if your eyes stay open, can't you? Come
on, lay back." she encouraged. Xena complied.
Xena turned her head towards Gabrielle and started
to speak, "Gabrielle, I'm sor-----"
Suddenly, the bard's mouth smothered the words Xena
was about to say. Moments later she flicked her tongue over Xena's
lips inviting her to open her mouth. Once open, she darted her
tongue inside seeking out the warm wet orifice. Xena moaned beneath
her and her hands instinctively reached over to draw Gabrielle
closer to her. She tossed off the blanket and gasped when she
realised the bard was completely naked underneath. Her callused
warrior hands freely roamed over Gabrielle's soft pliant skin
until Xena thought she would go mad with longing.
Gabrielle trailed her wet tongue down the side of
Xena's neck igniting little fires along the way as each new cell
awakened to Gabrielle's caresses. Her wandering hand found its
way under Xena's tunic, and grasped the side of the older woman's
torso. She inched her hand upward and gently squeezed Xena's
ample breast. She rolled the hardened nipple between her fingers
eliciting a passionate sigh from Xena's throat. Xena broke away
from the kiss.
"Gabrielle," she panted. "What about
"Please, Xena," she whispered, her voice
husky with desire. "I want to stay with you,"
Xena reached behind Gabrielle's neck and guided the
bard's mouth back to her own. Gabrielle steered Xena's hand between
her legs and Xena marvelled at the sopping wetness. Her own centre
dampened her undergarments and she desperately wanted to remove
the material that separated them. She rolled Gabrielle onto her
back and straddled her thighs. As she removed her tunic and undergarments,
she admired the radiant beauty that was her beloved bard. No
daydream or fantasy had ever prepared her for this.
Gabrielle's eyes were shiny with lust as Xena planted
feathery kisses on the bard's face. Her elbows supported her
as she parted Gabrielle's legs with one strong thigh. She followed
the hollow of Gabrielle's neck and licked the sweaty sheen to
her collarbone. Her mouth continued along the bard's shoulders
twirling a random pattern that led to her breasts. The warrior
cupped the delicate flesh and raised it to her lips. She sucked
on the delicious nipple as Gabrielle cried out. The bard arched
her torso as she responded to Xena's expert ministrations. A
heady wave of fire embraced Xena's loins as she thoroughly enjoyed
the effect she was having on the younger woman. She continued
her assault on the bard's other breast as Gabrielle wove her hands
through Xena's jet black tresses urging her on. Finally, Xena's
mouth moved on in search of new flesh to conquer.
Xena's lips roamed to the bard's navel, her thick
black hair trailing behind her. She darted her tongue inside
the tiny crevice before exploring the fine downy hairs of Gabrielle's
red triangle. She manoeuvred her shoulders under Gabrielle's
legs so that her head was enveloped by the bard's smooth pliant
thighs. She inhaled the musky aroma of the bard's arousal and
pushed back the soaked hairs with her tongue, savouring the honey
sweet taste. She moaned loudly into the slick opening anticipating
the pleasure they would soon enjoy.
Xena's tongue explored the satiny folds of Gabrielle's
steaming centre. She devoured the sweet elixir intent on seeking
out every nook and cranny of the luxuriant flower. Her tongue
stretched to impossible new depths as Gabrielle's hands pressed
Xena's face closer to her. The redhead's body moved to and fro
as she desperately tried to keep up with Xena's insistent rhythm.
Her breathing was ragged and laboured. Then Xena's mouth closed
over the bard's engorged clit and her tongue flattened out against
the little nub.
"Xena!" Gabrielle gasped as her back involuntarily
arched, raising her body up off the ground. Xena's mouth stayed
with her not letting go of the steady rhythm. Her tongue flicked
faster and harder against Gabrielle's central core until the bard
could not hold back the rolling tidal wave that washed over her.
She rode the wave until Xena brought her back to the calm side
of the shoreline.
Xena kissed her way back up to Gabrielle's neck and
whispered, "I love you, Gabrielle."
"I love you too, Xena," Gabrielle answered,
her breathing steadily returning to normal. "Please, just
Xena wrapped an arm and a leg across Gabrielle and
breathed in the luscious fragrance of the gentle bard. Gabrielle
stroked her hand along the slope of Xena's back down to the protruding
curve of her buttocks. She gently massaged the firm muscles and
followed the curve further down the back of Xena's supple thigh.
Her other hand played with the strands of Xena's long hair.
Gently, Gabrielle rolled Xena onto her back. Xena
spread her legs as Gabrielle's hand sought out the drenched mound
and massaged her slick vulva. Xena moaned pleasurably as the
bard's fingers played a sensuous dance on her nether lips. Gabrielle's
fingers pulled away and she placed Xena's hand where hers had
been just moments before.
"Xena, let me watch you." she whispered.
Xena opened her eyes to see Gabrielle gazing at her. The bard's
hand pressed over Xena's as she urged the warrior to massage her
wet centre. "You do it," she said. "Please?"
Xena groaned as every nerve fibre in her being convulsed
with a hunger she'd never known before. She reached up to claim
Gabrielle's mouth with her own as her hand replaced the bard's
between her legs.
The younger woman broke off the kiss. "Let
me watch," she murmured.
Xena rubbed her fingers against her flooded centre
as she watched Gabrielle's shiny emerald eyes glaze over in renewed
lust. Xena felt the bard's hand lightly massage her breast spurring
the warrior on to greater heights of ecstasy. For the moment,
she avoided contact with her sensitive bud so overwhelmed was
she by the tingling sensations coursing through her body. Gabrielle's
fingers found their way to a taut nipple and she pinched it gently
intensifying the wave of passion between Xena's legs.
"Oh Gabrielle!" Xena screamed. She could
deny herself no longer. Her fingers quickly found their way to
her clitoris and she steadily increased the pressure against herself.
As the familiar onslaught of orgasm approached, Xena panted,
"Gabrielle, squeeze it harder, please," The younger
woman obeyed, squeezing the taut nipple harder and followed Xena's
wildly bucking body until the warrior arched her back one last
time. Xena's breasts were smothered with Gabrielle's kisses as
she tried to inhale much needed air into her lungs. Her body
was one long open ended nerve. She gathered Gabrielle into her
arms and held the smaller woman tightly against her chest.
After several moments of contented sighing, Gabrielle
broke the silence.
"Xena, I love you so much. I never want to
leave your arms again."
"Oh don't worry, Gabrielle. You are never going
to leave me ever again."
"Hey! Is that a threat or a promise?"
"Both!" Xena laughed.
Gabrielle giggled. "Well promise me this, Warrior
Princess. If I ever so much as think about flirting with somebody
else, sweep me off my feet and drag me away!"
"I promise," Xena smiled. She kissed the
top of Gabrielle's head. "I promise you this as well. I
never want it to be this hard between us again. I almost let
you marry Perdicus because I was afraid to tell you how I feel.
I don't want something like that to happen again."
"I didn't exactly let you know how I felt either,
Xena. But I promise I will too." Gabrielle's face broke
into a wide grin. "Cause you're stuck with me now, Warrior
Princess." She smothered Xena's mouth with another passionate
The sun beat hotly on Xena's face. Gabrielle slept
contentedly on her shoulder, her naked body still clinging to
the warrior's own. Thank the Gods, it wasn't a dream, Xena smiled
to herself. She played with the loose strands of Gabrielle's
soft golden-red hair and thanked her lucky stars for her great
fortune. Gabrielle didn't hate her, she didn't pity her but most
importantly, she wasn't going to marry Perdicus. She shuddered
once more thinking of all she could have lost. She quickly pushed
that thought aside when her hand roamed freely down the curves
of Gabrielle's back.
"Gabrielle," she whispered. "Time
to get up, sweetie." Gabrielle didn't budge. Xena grinned
at the amazing ability the bard had to sleep through just about
She carefully rolled the slumbering woman onto her
back and sought out the bard's full lips. She kissed the younger
woman aggressively, slipping her tongue inside. Gabrielle moaned
quietly and ardently kissed back the older woman, her body moving
suggestively against the warrior.
Xena pulled away, "I was wondering what it would
take to wake you up," she beamed.
"Hey, what did I miss?"
"Let's just say, we had a great time,"
Xena teased. She began to stand up. Gabrielle grabbed her by
"You mean we....?" Gabrielle shook her
head. "No...I would've woke up for that!" her brilliant
green eyes lit up. "Why don't we keep going? I'm wide awake
now," she smiled shyly.
"You know I'd really love to," Xena's raven
hair hung down from her face as she planted another kiss on Gabrielle's
mouth. "But we can't. We have to get going. There's a
lot we have to do today."
They both got up to get dressed knowing full well
what was ahead.
Xena and Gabrielle packed all their things and were
about to embark on their journey.
"Can I ride on Argo with you, Xena?" the
warrior stared down at the bard in amazement. She'd never wanted
to ride the tall horse before unless it was absolutely necessary.
"Sure, are you feeling okay? I mean you never----"
Gabrielle motioned Xena close to her so she could
speak directly in her ear. Xena leaned down. "It's just
that I can't keep my hands off you, do you mind?" Gabrielle
giggled. Xena raised an eyebrow and barely managed to stifle
"Sure, hop up," Xena hoisted the smaller
woman behind her atop Argo. Gabrielle clutched the warrior's
firm stomach and the bard's soft breasts pressed against Xena's
back making her weak with renewed desire. The bard rested her
head securely against the back of Xena's shoulder.
"Hmm, your hair smells great," Gabrielle
Xena shook her head, "Gabrielle, you're distracting
"I am?" she feigned innocence.
Xena glanced back and rolled her eyes, "You
know, by getting me so worked up, you are going to pay for this
"I'm counting on it," the bard laughed.
"Well, let's go find Perdicus, deal with Callisto
and then I will have my way with you," she said as
a warrior, a bard, and a horse happily rode away
to close a chapter on their latest adventure.
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