Subtext Reports
Those crazy posts about the episodes originally posted to the nutforum and saved here for posterity in their error riddled entirety (since they were written 'on the fly'). 
Homecoming Series
A series of five (not so short) stories about Xena and Gabrielle building their life together as a couple. 
Magic Series
Janice Covington and Melinda Pappas find love as they uncover more writings of Gabrielle about her warrior princess. 
Conversations by Campfire Series
Set during Season Four, parts of the episodes are worked into chats between Xena and Gab, particularly the subject of Najara and the bard. 
Changes of Heart Series
My take on what happened after Gabby got Chakram'ed upside the head by Xena in the Season Five ender. 
Bonding of Souls Series
This series picks up where 'Changes of Heart' ends with Xena and Gabby back together. Each 'episode' is an expansion of the episodes of Season Six.
Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Peace
How DID Ares get stuck in that tomb from the Xena Scrolls? This story answers that question. 
The Play
Xena and Gabrielle have to play the leads in a performance for a ruthless king to save Salmoneus' neck. Unexpected consequences and confessions are the result. 
The Queen, the Regent, the Warrior
Xena leaves Gabrielle in the care of the amazons, only to have Ephiny and Gabby fall in love. Xena does return and chaos and secret confessions follow.
The Contest
Ares and Aphrodite battle over Xena's spirit. 
Loss of Virginity
Romantic musings from one of our gals. 
Moment of Truth
Gabrielle does anything it takes to keep Xena out of a battle that's foretold to take the warrior princess' life. 
Thank the Gods For Henbane
At an Amazon festival Gabrielle has one too many henbane brownies, which results in a funny and sexy night for Xena. 
As It Should Be
The Queen gets taken by the Warrior Princess at the Amazon Village.
Family Ties
Xena takes Gabrielle back to home to spend a little time with the 'in-laws'. 
Dueling Cousins
Xena's look-alike cousin, Sappho, has always been competitive but now the Tenth Muse wants the ultimate prize - Gabrielle. 
The End
Alternate 'demise' of Xena and Gabrielle based on the Season Four crucifixion. 
Truth or Dare
Sexy romp between Callisto and Gabrielle set during 'A Necessary Evil' 
November 29th, 1942
A little romance fic between Janice and Mel. 
Inside Outside
Set after the events of 'A Family Affair', it's a scene told through the eyes of four people - Gabrielle's Father, Mother, Gabrielle herself and Xena.
Something To Talk About
Xena and Gabrielle's friends are all surprised that the pair aren't lovers so they consider why not.
Henbane, Horsenappings and Other Obstacles
A 'murphy's law' comedy where everything that can go wrong for Xena and Gabby but, of course, they still end up saving the day.
All That Matters
During Gabrielle's birthday party in' Takes One To Know One', Xena reflects on her love for the bard.  
Warlord
What if Gabrielle was actually the one behind all the folks who influenced Xena's journey toward good? 
Have Yourself a Merry Little Solstice
A little Winter Solstice tale that's available in general (not lovers) and alternative (lovers). .
Little Moments: A Day in the Desert
A tale told through the eyes of Janice and then Mel while on a dig.  
Candy or Chaos
'Classic Xena' general Halloween story with Xena and Gabby return for the Potiedaia Harvest Festival.
Conquering Heroine
Gabrielle is the Conqueror in this piece. How exactly? Give it a read and find out. 
Watching and Waiting
Set after FIN II, Xena watches from afar as Gabrielle moves on with her life. 
1971
Police Office Carol and Protestor Erin clash but find they're fighting for the same things. A short story based on my novel, 'One Belief Away'. 
March 26, 1943
Sequel to November 29, 1942. This time it's Janice's birthday and Mel has some sexy plans for her lover. 
The 10th Muse
In this traditional subtext story that's part French farce; part musical, Gabrielle has a Doppelganger, the Poetess Sappho. It's up to Gabby, Xena and Sappho's friend Aphrodite to guard Sappho during the 10th Muse Competition...Of course they must also try to repair Sappho's damaged relationship with her lover (a woman, and bandmate, who's the spitting image of Xena).

Title: As It Should Be

Author: CN Winters

Fandom: Xena Fanfiction, Xena fanfic, Xena fan fiction, Xena and Gabrielle fanfiction

Rating: R to NC-17

Disclaimers: Xena and her bard are not mine, as I’m sure you all know. This is a tale involved deep love (and yes sex) between members of the same sex. If this offends you, if you’re too young or if it’s illegal where you live do not proceed any further.

Author Note: This story is written for Dex, my consort and warrior in shinning brass armor<G>. Hope you enjoy it.

Synopsis: Gabrielle watches her warrior at an amazon celebration. 

Feedback: Drop me a line at cnwinters71@yahoo.com.

As It Should Be

I remember a time when she wouldn’t look at me for fear that her eyes would show too much. But now... now her eyes never leave me. Even as she glances elsewhere I know she is still aware of where I am – tracking my movements with other senses; feeling my presence.

She watches me now. Although her eyes are on my regent, pretending to be engaged in conversation, she knows precisely where to find me. She knows I’m watching her.

Finally, her beautiful azure eyes look over to meet my intense stare. I see it. And I know... she is as captured by me as I am by her. I relish these looks between us – given so openly now, yet so concealed. My lover could speak volumes with just a look. This moment is no different.

She tosses her head ever so slightly, motioning me to her. My body and heart are helpless to resist. A few strides later I am at her side, her arm slipping around my back, her palm resting on my hip, her long fingers clutching my well toned abs. The feel of being protected and possessed envelops me. It is the greatest feeling I’ve ever known... no... the second greatest. For the greatest feeling is when she pleasures me... and judging by the look in her eye, tonight will be one of those glorious nights.

She’ll lay claim to my desire, becoming the victor, and yet, in her victory I will feel like the true winner.

I feel my anticipation grow, like the wetness between my rock hard thighs. She can sense my excitement. With a light squeeze to my exposed flesh, she reassures me. She feels the same too.

Moments later we bid my regent goodnight. As I fumble with the hut door, I feel my warriors’ armor against my back; her breath upon my sensitive ear.

"Let me help," she whispers.

She feels my helplessness. For I am truly helpless at this moment. Even the easiest of tasks become a burden. My desire for this tall, dark woman makes me lose the simplest abilities.

She opens the door. She leads me inside with a gentle hand to my shoulder. I wonder, as I shudder, if it’s her gentleness or her skin on mine that bring forth this reaction. I realize it is both.

Once inside, safely hidden from the village eyes, she reaches for me from behind. I watch, hypnotically, as her steady fingers work my laces free, loop by agonizing loop.

Finally my breasts are exposed to the cool night air, but only for a moment. Her hands capture me as my passion for her seeps into my breathless sigh.

Too soon, however, her exquisite hands depart my mounds. I hear, rather than see, her move to rid herself of her armor. But tonight I feel I must have my warrior - or more correctly, I must feel my warrior take me.

"No," I tell her. The want and need fill my fragile, husky voice. "Leave it."

She understands and complies. Without delay I feel my britches tugged from my waist. Next, my skirt goes, joining the pool of clothing at my feet.

Her breathing has changed – as has mine – short and shallow; aching with ardent passion. Gods how I live for this woman, returned from deaths grip for this woman, as she’s done for me.

A few heartbeats later, she turns me. I look up to see her beautiful eyes adoring me, hungering for me. My legs are weak. I am grateful as she moves to lift me, cradling me in her sturdy yet feminine arms.

She has yet to kiss me. I already feel a river raging from my loins, damp and sticky; waiting impatiently for her explorations I know will soon come. Gently she lays me on the bed. I am unsure of how I arrived here; aware only of the fact that I am with her – as it should be.

I feel her pull my sandals from my feet. Soon, her sword callused hands caress the length of my legs up and down in a maddening motion.

Everything about my lover excites me. And in this excitement I feel I can no longer wait. My eyes show their desire in their hoodedness. I must have her. She will take me.

I rise. My hands latch forcefully to her breastplate, drawing her near. She moves to kiss me, but I resist. I see this game arouses her too with her groan of raw passion. Without delay, she settles herself seductively between my center. I feel her chakram caresses my thigh as she poises herself. It heightens my need; deepens my ache. Her contact is delicate at first, teasing almost, and my hips rise to meet her.

I feel her pull back, ever so slightly, staring intently into my eyes asking a question already knowing the answer.

"Who’s your warrior?" she breathes softly yet filled with the authority I now crave.

"You are," I mutter, straining my vocal cords to work.

My answer is correct, it appears, for she returns to connect with me. I happily accept it.

"Who’s your champion?" she asks next. Her body begins a slow primal rhythm.

I know she expects an answer, but the sensations are too much. My fingers weed their way into her swirls of brass, hanging on for dear life as she takes me higher.

"You are," I manage to proclaim in a heated whisper.

I am rewarded again. This time her movements increase. They are harder; faster. I can now feel her wetness grow as mine does. Her britches under her battle skirt are soaked with her need to bring me pleasure.

"Who’s your lover?"

The words are ragged from her lips. The lust pours into the question. As does her devotion and love.

"You are," I answer one last time. "Only you, Xena."

My name becomes an ardent sigh on her lips. It sends me further from reality. I always loved the way my name trickled from her mouth – all three syllables pronounced perfectly; passionately.

I realize I need that mouth. A hand disengages my hold on the breast plate. It travels to the back of her head. Our movements never cease. She takes me higher still.

My lips reach and finally meet hers. The sound of our bodies writhing against each other is true music to me. The feel of her tongue delving into the moist cavern of my mouth comforts me. The smell of our desire mingling with each other’s flesh pushes me. Higher. And higher yet.

I feel the approach. She does too. Whether it’s the look in my eyes; the sharpness of my breath; the heat of my skin, I do not know. In any regard she can tell. She KNOWS me and it is this fact that pushes me over the edge.

I cry her name in pleasure and in pain. Not that she has inflicted pain upon me. Far from it. The pain is that one day I may be without her. Because that’s what happens sometimes with things you love – they just leave you.

Instead of dwelling on the pain, I revel in the pleasure now. She smirks at the smile of satisfaction that crosses my lips – for my pleasure is her pleasure – just as it has always been. Just as it is with me. Just as it should be.

I try my best to stay focused; alert, but her loving is far too powerful and I feel myself now being claimed by Morpheus. She leaves our bed only to return as bare as I am. I feel myself mumble, unsure of what I have said.

"Tomorrow," I hear her whisper softly; affectionately. "Rest now."

I comply, safe in our love, safe in her arms.

"Tomorrow", my mind repeats. "Yes my warrior. Tomorrow and everyday... As it should be."

The End

 

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