by Campfire Part 1
Xena Fanfiction, Xena fanfic, Xena fan fiction, Xena and
Gabrielle fanfiction, Xena fiction
The characters in this fan fiction are not mine. They belong to MCA/Universal/USA Studios and about a dozen other folks who I’m sure are making tons upon tons of money – unfortunately I am not one of them. This little tale contains adult themes and language and involves (you guessed) a love tale of two women.
Note: I loved the chemistry Gabby had with the wacko Najara. There was something more than meets the script and I thought I’d write about it. Hope you enjoy it.
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Campfire Part 1
The softly spoken
question roared in the bard’s ears. The chirping of crickets
and the hoot of a near by owl drowned in the sea of Xena’s
voice. Gabrielle was well aware of what was wrong. How to
voice her thoughts was another matter all together.
about today and what you said to Najara."
Her tone had a
weakness, a defeated quality about it that piqued the
warrior’s curiosity. Her dark eyebrow shot up into her bangs
"I said a lot
of things to that wacko." Xena grinned. "Anything in
Gabrielle answered slowly, picking a place to begin. She
decided paraphrasing the warrior was the best solution.
"If you couldn’t have me then no one was gonna have me...
It sounded... real. Like you really meant it."
Xena felt the
uneasiness settle over the bard as she watched her companion
fidget on her bedroll.
"Gabrielle I swore that I would
never, ever raise a hand against you again," Xena said
moving to take a seat next to the bard. Guilt still plagued
Xena over the events that transpired after her son’s death.
It wasn’t Gabrielle’s fault. If anything it was Xena’s
fault – her treatment of Gabrielle, perhaps her treatment
toward Hope on some level. Ether way, she mishandled the
situation and wondered if she’d be paying for it with the
rest of her life. Not because of anything the bard would say
or do. Gabrielle knew how to let bygones be bygones. It was
strictly Xena’s own conscious never letting her soul rest
over what she had done.
The bard grinned, despite her growing discomfort with the
conversation. "And although all logic and reason tells me
I shouldn’t believe you, I do... It’s just... "
the warrior asked impatiently. She wasn’t angry just
concerned that the bard was so troubled. What did she do that
was so terrible that the bard looked like a shaking leaf in an
"It’s as if...
you OWN me sometimes. I feel like I have to ‘seek your
approval’ on the things I do or say. With Najara, I didn’t
feel that way. Najara said I should choose my own path in
life; do what’s right for me."
huh?" the warrior grumbled. "You realize you’re
taking advice from a crazy woman. Najara is a nutcase,
trying to stay neutral. She was overzealous and passionate, but
she wouldn’t call her a nutcase. Besides Najara brought up a
point that Gabrielle had trouble dismissing. Xena killed all
the time in battle. Najara killed evil people – were they
all that different? Was Xena better than she was? Those
questions and many more plagued Gabrielle all night long.
have changed, Xena. I might have changed her ways."
"What are you
saying? You wanted to stay with her?" Xena couldn’t
believe what she was hearing. This couldn’t be true. What
kind of spell did this witch Najara put on her? She and
Gabrielle had three years together. Suddenly, she was just
willing to drop everything to reform some freak.
offer an immediate reply, but since Xena had brought it up...
it," Gabrielle answered softly.
Xena moved to her
feet. For some reason the throb in her mouth grew stronger.
The compress she’d been using was now as warm as her rising
"Oh for Zeus’ sake,"
Xena sighed. "You sound like she was a
lover or something," Xena said in a half-laugh.
looked away and took a sudden interest in the fray of her
bedroll, Xena realized that her off-handed comment might just
be dead-on accurate.
"Oh, I can’t believe it!" Xena
said throwing the towel down to the ground with a thrash.
Gabrielle winced at Xena’s reaction, but she wasn’t about
to back down.
to believe?" Gabrielle said, finally looking up, almost
challenging the warrior. The bard was quite sincere in letting
Xena know all if that’s what she truly wanted. The
arrangement she and Xena had was beginning to reach a breaking
point now. She could feel it in her bones. It would strike
hard and fast like a virus, but unlike stomach flu the ill
feeling would follow her for the rest of her life. She’d
never be free of the ache that would be left within her as a
result of Xena’s void.
Xena took a moment
and sized up the bard.
"You!" Xena answered, the
hostility rising in her voice. "How could you?!"
sounds like the lover, Xena?" the bard taunted. "You
have no say in who I’m intimate with."
Xena knew that was
true. She had no ‘ties’ to the bard, but damn it, that
didn’t matter. Couldn’t Gabrielle see? Was she that blind
to the truth? Najara was no good for her – or anyone for
that matter. The woman was a timebomb waiting to go off. One
day the Jinn would tell her Gabrielle had to go and the bard
would end up on the warrior end of Najara’s sword and it
wouldn’t be pretty. Couldn’t Gabrielle understand that?
The warrior began
to pace. "Well, tell me this, did you hop right into her
bedroll as soon as I left or did you wait a couple of hours
For all her many
skills, Xena didn’t see the blow coming. Gabrielle leaped up
with lightening speed and smacked the warrior across the cheek
with her open palm. Both women stood in shock for a moment
unsure that the event had just happened. Then the pain set in
– both to Xena’s jaw and Gabrielle’s hand.
"Oh Gods, Xena...
I... I’m sorry."
Without waiting for a response,
Gabrielle ran into the woods and out of the firelight.
Xena felt rooted.
The pain wasn’t helping her temperament any and she knew it
was best to let the bard go until they both had the chance to
cool down. Gabrielle’s words replayed in her mind, burning
her to the core. The disbelief began to lull as she went over
the conversation in her mind repeatedly. She had taken Najara
as a lover. Xena accepted that fact. But why...
Deep down and after
much soul searching alone in the roaring firelight she knew
why. Not long after they meet in Poteidaia and began
traveling, Gabrielle confessed that she was physically
attracted to Xena. The warrior however convinced her it was
just hero worship. By the Gods, Gabrielle was at least ten
years her junior. Not that aged mattered much to Xena in the
past. She had lovers Gabrielle’s age in the past, some even
younger. But that was the old Xena – not the new one. And
the new one refused to give into the pleasures of the flesh
with someone so young, so impressionable as Gabrielle. Being
ever the understanding person that she was, Gabrielle accepted
this fact and their partnership flourished in spite of the
And the longer Xena
thought about the events of the last few days, the more she realized why
Gabrielle’s relationship with Najara bothered her so much. First
and foremost, the woman was a wacko, Xena decided. Najara was a
bonafide lunatic. Second, somewhere along the way Gabrielle
had grown up... And although she didn’t admit it, the
warrior had fallen deeply in love with her. The sting in
Xena’s mouth returned as she thought of how Najara made her
loose a good chewing tooth. But the greater sting Najara
delivered was to her heart, knowing that Najara got to share
an intimacy with the bard that she never did, and
with the way things were looking now, never would.
Xena had to return
to the river. She figured that was where Gabrielle had gone to
be alone, but the warrior didn’t have much choice. She had
to re-wet her compress to keep the swelling of her mouth down.
With a heavy sigh, she picked up the rag and headed downstream.
Just as she
thought, Gabrielle was sitting by the waters' edge on a large
boulder. The moonlight reflected off the bard’s hair as Xena
examined her in silence. Gone now was the ‘baby fat’
around the bard's cheeks and mid-section. Her silhouette
looked firmer, higher than in years' past. But more than that,
it was the way the bard sat that revealed the most. She
wasn’t sitting head down; shoulders slumped as Xena
expected. Not at all. Her chin was up; her body square. The
girl was a woman now.
Gabrielle sat upon
the boulder remembering her prior night with Najara. It had
happened quite innocently at first. The bard woke up to find
an empty space beside her. It took a moment, but she
remembered that Xena was leaving that night to prepare for the
capture of Maraut, the slaver.
She decided to take
a walk down by the pond where she and Najara had spent the
afternoon talking about swans and life and what path is the
best in life. That’s where she saw Najara deep in thought
– perhaps praying to the Jinn. Gabrielle was going to give
Najara her solitude, but just as she turned her back to leave
she heard her name called out.
want to disturb you," Gabrielle explained as the two
women walked toward each other.
"Not at all." Najara smiled. "I love your company. Come...
Sit with me at the waters' edge."
casually intertwined with Gabrielle; their hands locking
together as they moved to the grassy edge. Even after they sat
Najara kept her hold on the bard, not wanting to lose the feel
of the lovely woman beside her. A light breeze was coming from
the east that tasseled Najara’s short locks. Gabrielle
couldn’t help, but admire the woman’s beauty. She radiated
even in the darkness of night.
night tonight, isn’t it?" Najara remarked taking a deep
breath and blowing it out softly. "You know, that’s why
I do the things I do. Fight for the innocents, I mean... All people should be as fortunate as we are right now. Often
people take simple things, like a cool evening breeze and a
lovely view, for granted. Those people today, the ones we saved,
they will be able to enjoy more evenings like the
one we’re enjoying now... It makes you feel good to
have done good... Wouldn’t you agree?"
Gabrielle answered confidently. "Sometimes I wish... Well, it doesn’t matter what I wish."
expression switched to one of concern.
"Come now... You can tell me. What do you wish?"
Gabrielle was the
one to take a deep breath this time. It wasn’t the enjoyment
of the nature around them however. It was the unsettling
feeling sliding over her spirit.
"I wish Xena could be
more like you," she admitted.
Najara chuckled and
smiled, "I’m sorry Gabrielle. I don’t mean to make
light of your feelings. Far from it. I just wondered what is
it about me that you wish for Xena."
things – like the way you take time to see the world around
you. And the way you open yourself so freely to those
villagers today... And the way you look at me, like
you’re looking at me now," Gabrielle answered, turning
a light shade of red at the last statement.
"Am I that
transparent, Gabrielle?" Najara chuckled. "And here I
thought I was doing well to hide my attraction to you."
Gabrielle knew she
had to pick her words carefully. She didn’t want to give
Najara the idea that she wasn’t interested in her. But she
didn’t know where her life and loyalties resided either.
"So you are attracted to me?" the bard asked,
looking out across the water. She didn’t dare meet
Najara’s eyes. That could be her undoing. That idea however
fell to the wayside as Najara captured her chin with two
fingers, leading her head back to lock eyes.
so," Najara answered. She placed the most delicate of
kisses on Gabrielle’s lips before pulling back to see the
green of the bard's eyes turn a deeper shade of emerald.
"You’re a beautiful woman," the warrior insisted.
"Not only of body, but of spirit too. That’s a rare
find, Gabrielle. Xena’s lucky to have you... all of
you," Najara added for emphasis.
Now it was
Gabrielle’s turn to chuckle.
"Xena doesn’t have
all of me. She’s my best friend and I don’t mean to
trivialize it when I say that’s all, but... that’s all. We’ve never been lovers, we probably
unfortunate," Najara sighed. "For Xena, that
washed over the bard and Gabrielle could feel her temperature
rise a few degrees as a result. Gabrielle’s earlier
embarrassment disappeared under the scrutiny of Najara’s
lustful gaze upon her. The heat that radiated from Najara at
the moment was making the bard moist all over her body, some
places more than others.
"If I offered
myself to you," Gabrielle said confidently. "Would
you want me?"
There was no pause
between question and answer. And Najara’s answer was spoken
with such conviction that Gabrielle knew it to be true.
The words sounded
breathless and sultry. There was also a certain ache to the
words that pulled at Najara’s center. Once more her answer
was fast, firm and sincere.
confidence along with her libido was now soaring as she moved
Najara had no
doubt. She was just given permission to Gabrielle’s
Years of bottled up
passion rushed forth as Gabrielle claimed Najara’s lips. The
bard tugged on the short blond locks of Najara’s hair,
egging her on further, faster. As their lips fought for
control, Najara worked the laces free on Gabrielle’s
halter-top and bosom wrap until the bard’s breast sprang
free. Only then did Najara pull back.
She studied the
bard who was bathed in the moonlight. Never had Najara seen
such a more beautiful sight – the gorgeous, exposed woman
lay before her open, ready and willing. Gabrielle’s chest
rose and fell rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Najara
took the short pause to rise to her feet, pulling her clothes
from her body. Her eyes never left Gabrielle and the bard felt
like the woman could see inside her soul.
desire," Najara whispered as she returned to straddle
herself over the bard’s right thigh. "and just waiting
fell back against the grass as Najara first worked her lips
and tongue along her neck. Najara had a desire of her own that
was getting harder to control. Xena wasn’t coming back and
the bard was now hers'... hers' forever. And in being such,
Najara had the overwhelming urge to ‘brand her’. Her lips
gathered the skin just above Gabrielle’s breast and sucked
with incredible force, causing the bard to moan out in pain
and in pleasure, the impression of their desire evident upon
the bard’s skin.
Gabrielle’s nails found Najara’s back. The warrior howled
passionately at Gabrielle’s enthusiasm. Perhaps Gabrielle
wasn’t the only one being branded. The more Gabrielle’s
hands touched her, the more Najara realized she had lost her
heart. Gabrielle was the one. The only one for her. And vice
versa. No one would ever love Gabrielle as deeply as she did.
No one would ever treat her as well. No one would ever protect
her and love her and cherish her like she did. Gabrielle might
be hers now thanks to Xena’s departure. But in truth,
Gabrielle could say the same for her. The bard ruled her... especially now.
"Oh Gods, yes," Gabrielle moaned as she felt Najara’s mouth
envelop her taunt nipples, sucking and flicking the sensitive
skin, shooting a jolt straight to her throbbing, wet sex.
Gabrielle’s hands took control and captured Najara’s
breasts. Her fingers twisting and tugging the alert points
until the warrior quivered and shook.
the warrior begged, taking the bard's hand from her breast,
leading it to her center. Najara did the same, starting to
stroke the bard firm and purposely. Gabrielle built the same
rhythm that Najara was doing, as both women grew wetter by the
second. "Yeah, that’s it," Najara coached and
coaxed. Gabrielle watched the blonde beauty above her – the
way her eyes were closed, the way her tongue licked her lips
repeatedly, the way her hips bucked repeatedly against her
soaked fingertips. Najara was desperate for her touch. The
grunts Najara made with each thrust ignited Gabrielle’s
desire even more. As a result the bard's touch became harder.
Gabrielle realized, she had to be inside Najara. She had to
feel that energy when she exploded.
With two swift
fingers, Gabrielle entered Najara forcefully. But still it
wasn’t quite enough for Gabrielle’s explosive desire.
"Is that what
you want?" Gabrielle taunted with sexiness in her voice
Najara had yet to hear. "My fingers inside you. Is that
what you want? Answer me!"
shot open. Where had this assertive vixen come from? She
wasn’t complaining – not at all. In fact, it was a pleasant
surprise to an already surprising evening.
Najara moved in
closer, her hips still keeping time with Gabrielle’s
prodding fingers. Her eyes locked with Gabrielle’s; their
bodies swayed in time with each other.
"Oh yeah. This is
what I want," Najara answered.
With that she too forced
her fingers into the bard's dripping sex. Gabrielle’s back
arched in response.
"See how good that feels,
Gabrielle?" Najara teased in a sexy gasp. "Feel it, Gabrielle. Feel it. Feel it." Najara repeated the term
over and over. And not just for Gabrielle’s benefit. The
bard was doing a good job of making her feel it as well.
When she felt her
fingers become captured by the bard and a quake escaping from
deep within her lover, Najara knew she met her goal. Moments
later, Gabrielle felt the quiver deep within her lover as well.
They collapsed in each other’s arms, with large grins and
quiet, giddy chuckles.
The sound of Najara’s orgasm still
echoed in her ears, from the day before... but suddenly that
wasn’t the only sound she heard.
around sharply, staff at the ready – just as Xena had taught
her. Pride washed over the warrior as she watched her best friend
silently. She realized that the little girl she met in
Poteidaia was gone and in her place was a well round, not to
mention, quite beautiful woman.
"Xena? Is that
Xena had the skill
to sneak up on the most attentive, fearsome warlords in the
land. But Gabrielle could always seem to sense her. Perhaps
Gabrielle was right all those years ago. Perhaps it wasn’t
hero worship. Perhaps she did find the other half of her soul.
Gabrielle," the warrior answered, starting down the path
again. "It’s me. I’ll leave you alone if you want, but
I had to wet the cloth again. The herbs aren’t helping too
Xena went to her
task in silence and heard the bard behind her.
that’s because you didn’t mix it strong enough like I told
you." In the bard’s voice, Xena could hear the
confident smirk that followed the comment.
Xena had a grin of
her own when she turned and faced the smiling bard.
I know. I should listen to you more often, huh? I should have
listened to you years ago when... "
Xena felt like
kicking herself. She couldn’t finish the sentence for fear
of... What? Xena wasn’t sure what she feared. All she knew
was the bravest, most noble warrior in all of Greece suddenly
felt very exposed; very raw. She couldn’t open her mouth to
show her heart.
what?" the bard prompted with a gentle teasing nature.
"When you said
you loved me," Xena finished in a rush. She found the toe
of her boot digging into the sand, unable to make eye contact
with the bard. She noticed the bard had moved from the rock
and was heading toward her, but Xena still couldn’t will her
eyes to make contact.
within feet of the warrior and she too took a sudden interest
in Xena’s shoes.
she whispered. Gabrielle felt that it was the most important
question she had asked, or ever would ask, in her entire life.
Her present, her future, her very life depended on the answer.
"Can I ask
what you saw in her? I mean Najara. What was the appeal?"
Xena physically held her breath until she heard Gabrielle’s
voice. But even then her breathing came in short little
spurts, her nerves playing havoc on her respiratory system and
Gabrielle took a
deep breath. She wanted answers from Xena, but if having to
answer some questions first meant getting to the truth so be
"She had it
all, Xena. She fought for mankind. She had amazing skills –
the way she caught that arrow. Men who were once evil admired
her. Caring women loved her. And children adored her the way
that she adored them. She was the greatest sight I’d ever
seen – next to you... Difference was... she wanted
me... She was willing to fight to the death for me and
against the ‘warrior princess’ no less."
The last comment
brought Xena’s eyes up to Gabrielle.
"I’d die for you
too," Xena replied.
fought as well, Xena. This is true... But you were each
fighting for different reasons. You wanted to stop someone you
thought was evil. She was fighting to keep her lover."
The sound of the word ‘lover’ from Gabrielle’s lips
conjured up a sour taste in Xena’s mouth that she couldn’t
explain. "However," Gabrielle continued. "In
the end, I knew I couldn’t stay with her... I
couldn’t leave you. I might never share with you what I
shared with Najara, but I still loved you."
Xena felt helpless
as she watched the bard tear up. The warrior’s limbs had
turned to jelly almost instantly. She wanted to comfort the
bard and hold her, but she couldn’t move. Once more, the
brave and noble warrior was rooted perfectly still.
love you, but... I thought I could find happiness with
Najara. A happiness I’d never have with you," Gabrielle
continued as she choked down her emotions.
find that happiness with me," Xena said feeling a lump
rise to her throat.
Gabrielle had to
chuckle in spite of her misery.
"It’s not that
easy," she answered.
not?" Xena pondered aloud, truly confused.
not?!" Gabrielle exclaimed. "You know why. I’m
nothing more than a child to you. Some puppy love sick kid.
I’ll never be a woman in your eyes Xena and that’s what I
need. Someone who will see me for what I truly am... Najara saw that."
Xena groaned. That
name AGAIN. Damn it! Was that name going to haunt her for the
rest of her life?
"Now what is
it?" Gabrielle asked getting irritated.
Xena growled. "She’s got it all over me, doesn’t she?
She’s a better warrior, a better friend and probably a
better lover too."
know it was a competition," Gabrielle answered.
weren’t paying much attention. Perhaps you were focusing on
her other attributes," Xena answered snidely.
They were going to
get back into it again. Gabrielle could feel it and that’s
not what she wanted to do. Not again. It was over. It was
done. And what was done couldn’t be undone. Gabrielle asked
the only question she had left.
"Why does any
of that matter to you, Xena?"
She was blind. That
question made Xena wonder even more. Blind, deaf and perhaps
"Why do you think?" Xena retorted.
"No. I’m not
accepting any more questions as answers. I asked a question. I
want an answer... Why does it matter?"
The bard didn’t
add more. She waited patiently for Xena’s response.
The warrior paused
a few moments and turned her back, walking toward the camp
again. "This is stupid."
have thought such a gallant warrior could be so, so scared," Gabrielle observed aloud, going back to her
Xena stopped in her
tracks. "What did you say?" she accused.
me," Gabrielle egged. "For someone who’s supposed
to be mighty, you’re very spookable."
me?!" Xena said walking back over. "I’m not scared,
I just think this conversation is pointless."
a short sigh and nodded her head. "So I see. My
heart and the state I’m in at the moment is pointless... Nice to see you care, Xena."
"That is not
what I meant," Xena argued. "It’s not and you know
know anything anymore," Gabrielle said jumping down from
the rock to land directly in front of Xena. Her index finger
shot up into Xena’s face. "The fact I made love to
Najara is none of your business. You didn’t love me. You
never will and I accepted that. But I stayed because the
friendship I found with you was so special I didn’t want to
walk away... But now, Xena... Now I don’t think I
have a choice. I have to walk away. I have to leave."
Gabrielle swiftly make her way back to camp and was soon on
her heels. As the bard loaded up her satchel with her belongs
the warrior knew she had to stop her. If she lost Gabrielle
she’d lose her world. And besides didn’t they now want the
same thing? Didn’t they want to be together?
don’t go," Xena whispered, making the bard stop.
Gabrielle had never heard the warrior plea in such a fashion.
The painful sound in Xena’s voice halted all movement.
stay," Gabrielle said, beginning to sob. "The Gods
know I want to, but I can’t. I can’t keep living like
this. It hurts too much. And that’s not your fault, Xena.
It’s mine. It’s mine for wanting more than you can give
Xena rushed to
Gabrielle’s side and took her by both arms.
Gabrielle wiped the
tears from her cheeks and managed a meager grin.
answer, but she didn’t let the bard slip through her grasp.
Gabrielle made another attempt to move, but Xena wouldn’t
"Please let me
go," Gabrielle whispered.
One hand released
the bard’s arm only to cup her chin, drawing her head up.
this," Gabrielle warned. "Don’t play games with
playing games?" Xena answered, the warrior’s fingers
caressed the smooth skin she found there. It felt like it was
the first time she had ever touched Gabrielle’s skin. In a
manner of speaking, it was. Never before did she allow herself
the luxury of enjoying the silky flesh of her bard. HER bard,
she loved the way that sounded.
The warrior started
to descend for a kiss, but the bard leaned back.
don’t know what you’re doing," the bard argued.
exactly what I’m doing," Xena countered, letting go of
the bard and taking a step back. Gabrielle stayed stationary
as she watched the warrior removed her chakram, bracers and
gauntlets. "I’m giving you all."
her lips subconsciously as the warrior rid her body of the
leathers that covered her well-toned body.
afraid," the bard trembled.
Xena moved closer
in only her shift, recapturing the bard’s arms. "Of
me?" the warrior asked softly.
"Of us... What if you decide we’re better off as friends? What if you
consider me still a girl after all? What if-?"
Xena placed a
finger across the bard’s mouth.
speculating," she commanded softly. "You asked
what’s in my heart; why I should have listened to you years
ago... It’s because I always loved the person you were
Gabrielle – always – and if I had confessed my heart
sooner, then maybe this whole week would have been avoided.
You’d be my lover... and I’d still have my best
chewing tooth," the warrior chuckled.
in. Leave it to Xena to find a way to ease the tension –
even though the joke was about her misfortune. The sly smile
that Xena had grown to love showed brightly on Gabrielle’s
"Does that mean that your
lack of molars is now
my fault as well?"
Xena posed in
thought, scratching her chin. "You know, I think it
might. But let’s not argue about it. I can think of much
more pleasant things I’d love to be doing." Gabrielle
tensed at the words and Xena recoiled a bit. "You
okay?" she asked, giving Gabrielle a little space.
"Yeah, I just...
I wanna take things slow, Xena. I wanna do this right. With all
that’s happened this week, I’m not sure I’m up to... making love to you yet...
It’s not that I don’t want to.
Really, it’s not. BELIEVE ME it’s not," the bard
said as she grinned. She then moved her hands and made an invisible brush over the
warrior’s curves without actually touching. "I just –."
familiar with each other on a new level? Slowly? "
"Yeah." Gabrielle smiled. "That’s it exactly – nice and
wonderful to me," Xena answered. "Besides, I can’t
say I’m feeling at my peak tonight. I’d like to have my
mouth in proper working order. Don’t want you thinking you
made a mistake now," the warrior teased, her blue eyes
Gabrielle answered sincerely. She knew the warrior was joking, but
she wanted her intentions to be known perfectly clear.
"Can I kiss you?" the bard asked tentatively.
need to ask," Xena answered.
"Well, I just
worried about the tooth thing. I didn’t want to hurt
Xena considered in afterthought, "maybe you should kiss
me real light then."
With a delicate
softness, Xena had never felt before Gabrielle stroked her
cheek, almost hypnotizing her by the movement. Because before
she knew it, Xena herself was leaning down to meet the bard's
lips. The feeling was lush, delicious. Xena could very well
melt into this woman’s arms. Her mind congratulated herself
– not this girl, but this woman’s arms. Oh yes, Gabrielle
had become a woman now. There was no doubt about it. A timid
girl could never kiss with such slow, delicate passion.
When they pulled
away they slowly locked eyes. Xena’s blood was racing so
quick she wondered if she might explode from the inside out.
Gabrielle, for her part, didn’t look too sturdy herself. Xena
smiled as a thought occurred to her.
it?" Gabrielle asked once she saw the playful grin.
"Did you like that?"
"Very much, my
bard," Xena answered. "Perhaps too much. You’re
causing wicked thoughts to run through my mind and not a
single one of them is nice and easy," she chuckled. She
put her arm around the bard’s shoulder protectively and led
her to the bedrolls. "Come on, we’ve got to go to sleep
or I won’t be able to keep my promise."
into the warrior’s shoulder, growing more comfortable and
more tired than she thought she was. She lazily stroked the
warrior stomach and whispered soft endearments. She made sure
that Najara’s name was not mentioned. Her life now was with
Xena. That was all that mattered.
And late that
evening as the fire lay dying, the bard whispered something
she’d wanted to whisper for years.
"I love you,
The sound was
different. The tone was different. The intention was different
than any other time she’d uttered it before.
"I love you
Xena could hear it.
Her voice had changed as well.
to Part II