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I don’t own these characters. They belong to MCA/Universal. This story, on the other hand, is mine. Yes there’s sex (and mild violence) between two very attractive women. If you’re too young, to ‘sensitive’, or live in a town filled with ‘Victorian age’ thinkers please do not read this. If you like your stories with plots, meaningful dialog and a hidden moral. . . do not read this one. You’ll be sadly disappointed. With all that said . . .please . . .enjoy.
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must do something, ANYTHING, to prevent Xena from going on the
battlefield after a stranger warns her of Xena's impending
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Moment of Truth
Xena was determined to
leave. Gabrielle was determined to make her stay.
"Please. I’m begging
you," the bard said place her hands firmly on the
warriors shoulders. "Don’t go out there."
said growing more and more frustrated. "The troops will
be attacking at any moment. I must leave now."
understand," the smaller woman pleaded once more.
"You’re right. I
don’t understand. Now let me by."
As Xena began to leave, the
echoes of the ‘shadow warrior’ overtook in her mind. The
nameless, faceless figure told her she must stop Xena from
entering this battle – using any and every way imaginable.
"Xena will die,"
the figure had told the bard three nights before. And for
three nights Gabrielle had tried to talk Xena out of staying
on the island.
Gabrielle watched Xena
motion for the door handle. As hard as she could, she swung
her staff, breaking it across the warrior's back. Gabrielle
looked at the fracture in the wood before focusing on Xena’s
turned back. Slowly, the warrior faced the bard.
"That hurt," Xena
Gabrielle opened her mouth
to say something – anything – but the words refused to
come. As Xena turned again to make her exit, the ‘shadow
warrior’s’ voice returned again – ‘any way
imaginable’. Quickly, she reached out to Xena again,
spinning the warrior around to face her. When ice blue met
emerald green, Gabrielle realized in an instant the time for
words was over. She pulled Xena’s lips to hers so
passionately the contact felt scorching to the tender flesh. A
few moments later, her tongue pierced through the warriors
lips, demanding entry.
Xena pulled the amazon off
of her, her hands gripping tight to Gabrielle’s shoulders.
determined, aren’t you?" Xena replied in anger.
"Please don’t be
mad," Gabrielle whimpered. "I love you... More than
you ever realized."
Gabrielle swept Xena’s
arms off her shoulders in one fluid movement. Seconds later
her lips and tongue began their assault all over again until
the warrior stopped her once more.
"This trick isn’t
going to work," Xena declared.
"Make love to me,"
Gabrielle whispered in the warrior’s ear. Her hands caressed
Xena’s thighs as her tongue played with the warriors
earlobe. "If you don’t do it now, I know you never
will... I don’t want to die without ever knowing your
A thousand sensations
crashed inside the warrior. Desire. Fear. Passion.
Uncertainty... The most prevalent feeling however was love...
Gods, how she had grown to love this woman unlike anything she
experienced in life.
"You don’t know what
you’re doing, Gabrielle. This will change everything,"
the warrior said in a half-hearted argument.
Gabrielle replied, continuing in her seduction. "Yes,
Xena, things will change, and it’s about damn time, don’t
Gabrielle’s hands had
found their way under Xena’s skirt, teasing her center with
the lightest of caresses. Finally, Xena relented. She closed
her eyes and gave into the feeling of Gabrielle’s body so
close to hers, doing things she only dreamed about.
Gabrielle felt the warrior
let go of her conflicted and pressed on in her pursuit. She
captured the warrior's neck with her mouth – her lips, her
tongue, her teeth – making the warrior emit a small, almost
unnoticeable, moan. She knew Xena wouldn’t resist her this
"Gods, how I’ve
wanted you," Gabrielle whispered as her hands worked on
freeing Xena of her armor. She was adding more fuel to the
warriors’ already fiery libido.
"I’ve wanted to touch
your body so many times," the bard continued. ". . .
How many baths have we shared? Do you know? Do you know how
much I wanted to run my soapy hands over every inch of your
beautiful bronzed body?"
All Xena could do was
whimper with want. The bard had stripped her of her senses.
Then she returned them with a heightened awareness Xena had
never known. Slowly, she felt her leathers being pulled from
her body as she continued to concentrate on the bard's voice.
"Do you know how many
times I’ve watched you practice? How many times I’ve seen
those arm muscles flexing, wondering what power they would
have over my flesh?"
Xena’s lips took the bard's
neck, tugging on the flesh, biting the skin so hard she
almost pierced it. When the bard gave a sigh of her own, Xena
thought she may faint herself. The smell of vanilla and lilacs
lingered in the bard's recently shampooed hair.
She always loved the way
Gabrielle smelled after a bath. It was difficult because they
usually went to sleep for the night after bathing. Of course,
Gabrielle was asleep first. Xena, on the other hand, stayed
awake staring at the woman, imagining what it would be like to
bury her head in the scent. She spent nights imagining the
moment, this moment, that lay before her now. Even her
greatest fantasies didn’t compare to the sensations on this
Xena felt Gabrielle slip
away. She froze as she watched Gabrielle free her body of her
boots, then her skirt, then her tunic. Slowly, and as steadily
as her legs would allow, Xena pulled off her own boots. She
watched as the bard spread her nakedness across the bed,
wooing Xena to her with a crooked finger.
"Do you know what
I’ve really wanted to see Xena?" the bard asked. She
didn’t wait for the replied. "What I’ve really wanted
to see is that gorgeous face of yours... I want to know what
you look like at the height of passion. I want to see the
desire written on your face. I want to see the need for
release in your eyes...I want you, Xena... Mind... Body... And
Xena couldn’t hold out any
longer she took the bard in her arms, pulling her as close as
possible. Her tongue buried its way inside the bard's mouth,
filling her. Her fingers kneaded the bards’ breast as her
palms tickled her nipples. Her skin was scrumptious and she
"You taste so good,
Gabrielle," Xena whispered. "I need to taste more of
you, all of you. Will you let me taste all of you,
Gabrielle could only nod in
agreement. The feel of Xena touching her, caressing her made
her heady. She couldn’t focus on words or sounds. Just the
sensation of touch. Xena’s touch - light and feathery across
her warm skin.
"So good," Xena
whispered as she nibbled on the bard's nipples.
Gabrielle buried her hand
deep in the raven mane urging her on – urging her southward.
And as the warrior worked down to the bards’ navel, she
could smell Gabrielle scent. She recognized it. She could
always tell when the bard had pleasured herself while she was
away from a campsite – the musky yet sweet smell of
Gabrielle’s desire always made Xena salivate.
She realized neither woman
was going to last much longer. But Xena took the time to
inhale deeply. She smiled as she thought of Gabrielle’s
seduction moments before. Two can play the word game,
she thought smugly.
Xena could feel
Gabrielle’s tension, her ache for contact to her raging
clit. Xena smiled even broader, knowing how bad Gabrielle
"I could always
tell," Xena whispered, looking up to meet the bard’s
eyes. "The last time you pleasured yourself was that inn
in Athens, wasn’t it?" The bard grinned and felt
herself blush. "Please, don’t be shy," Xena teased.
"It’s absolutely erotic to know you enjoy touching
yourself... Do you know how I could tell?... I could smell
you," the warrior said inhaling deeply again. "Your
scent filled the room... Just like it fills me now."
Gabrielle’s moan was deep
and long. Xena was a goner at that point. All her reserve
faded away in the sound. Her tongue seized Gabrielle, making
the bard’s hips rise. The more Xena lapped, the wetter
Gabrielle became. The warrior couldn’t believe the want that
filled the young woman. But then again, she realized she was
being hypocritical. Her tights felt the trickle of her own
Gabrielle struggled with the words. "Give yourself to me
It took a moment for Xena to
comprehend. She was caught up in the feel of Gabrielle’s
flesh and the taste of her nectar. Soon, however, she
straddled Gabrielle. Then, without hesitate, returned to
pleasing her bard. Her moan was unexpected as was the
quickness of Gabrielle’s tongue on her own flesh.
The sights, the sounds, the
smells and the tastes. They overwhelmed both women. Gabrielle
was close. Xena heard her name being repeated over and over.
It was the sweetest sound she thought she’d ever hear. With
a final groan and thrust of her hips Gabrielle reached the
pinnacle first and with great force.
Xena expected the young
woman to relax, but suddenly she felt the young woman flip her
on her back. Gabrielle moved to lay across her, meeting
"I’m going to watch you, Xena," she
whispered, the spasms still racking through her body.
In an instant, Xena felt
Gabrielle’s fingers plunge inside her, working a steady
rhythm. Xena’s hips soon complied – moving and bucking to
match the bard’s hands. Both women grunted with each thrust,
never breaking eye contact. As Xena felt the building desire
within her grow stronger and stronger, she gripped Gabrielle's
arm. She steadied the bard's hand, allowing only her body to
Gabrielle felt herself grow
wetter again watching Xena work her arousal into a sexual
frenzy with her hand – her hand that Xena now controlled.
"Oh Gods, yes," the bard whispered softly. That did
it. Xena arched. Xena moaned. And her body began to shake.
The warrior drew out the
bard’s name as the waves crashed over and over her. She gave
the young beauty what she asked for – she kept her eye
contact steady and relentless. Gabrielle appreciatively
watched the warrior’s release.
"I always love the way
you say my name," Gabrielle confessed as she snuggled
into her warrior’s shoulder. "But never as much as this
Xena wrapped her arms
tightly around her bard, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.
"I love you, Gabrielle. Truly. Deeply."
Gabrielle sighed and felt
the warrior drift off. She was about to relax as well when her
eyes caught a movement at the foot of the bed. It was the
Gabrielle rose slightly to
get a better view.
"Who are you?" she asked.
Slowly, the figure removed
the cloak hood. The bard’s jaw dropped.
Gods" she whispered.
"Yes, by the Gods. We
needed their help," the shadow whispered back. "It
was Cupid, in fact...You’ve changed my life today. Your life
Gabrielle couldn’t believe
the face. It was her own. A little rounder. The onset of crows
feet around the eyes. The strawberry of her hair much, much
lighter. But she knew it was her, just the same.
how?...Why?..." the younger Gabrielle asked.
"Look at where you’re
at," she said motioning toward the bed. "Does any of
that matter now?"
"I guess not," the
"I will say this...
Cupid told me he worked pretty damn hard on the two of us to
have Draco take that away. He would have brought me here soon,
but ‘Dite wouldn’t let him so I had to wait."
"Twenty years after her
death," Gabrielle said remorseful before starting to
smile. "But we changed all that."
"You mean I changed all
that," she replied with a sly grin.
The older Gabrielle
chuckled. "I forgot how cocky I was... thank you for
"You’re welcome... or should I say I’m welcome."
Older Gabrielle smiled.
"Rest now. We’ve BOTH earned it."
Gabrielle rested her head
back down on Xena’s shoulder with closed eyes. But suddenly
a loud bang woke her up.
She moved with a start and
noticed she had fallen asleep sitting up, in a chair, in a
cabin with a roaring fire in the fireplace. She heard stomping
and turned to find a cloaked figure pounding snow off their
feet by the door... Her door... The door at their cabin in
Xena pulled down her cloak
hood and grinned.
"Who else?" she asked. "Were
you hoping it was that young man in the blacksmith shop? You
know the one that’s half your age? The one you always
"I do not ogle
him," Gabrielle said rising to meet her. A sensation of
joy and an overwhelming flood of memories came over her.
Memories she didn’t have until this moment – memories that
were true for her in this life.
"You’re right. He
ogles you. And with good reason," Xena said kissing her
on the neck softly. "But he can’t have you." She
Gabrielle felt like a
school-girl on Solstice. She pulled Xena into a chair and took
a quick seat on her lap. She wanted to know if everything she
was feeling was real.
"Tell me about our first
Xena laughed. "Right
now?! It’s late – which reminds me – I told you not to
wait up for me... So get to bed," she growled. The bard
just grinned. She couldn’t intimidate her. Not anymore after
all these years together.
"Seriously Xena, I
wanna know," Gabrielle said snuggling. More and more
memories came back. Her head shot up, although she stayed on
the warrior’s lap. "The bonding ceremony – Ephiny
married us! Five years later mom got sick and we had to run
the inn! Right?!"
replied slowly. She touched the bard’s forehead. "Are
you feeling, okay? You’re not coming down with something, are
"I’ve never felt
better," Gabrielle answered kissing Xena softly, pulling
her excitement level down. "Please tell me about our
Xena was never a storyteller
– not like Gabrielle – but she didn’t mind this little
game. Actually, it was quite pleasant. For years, Xena
didn’t think she would have stories to tell that would make
her smile. But Gabrielle had changed that fact– and her life
– in so many wonderful ways.
"Well... first you hit
me with your staff," the warrior said menacingly.
Gabrielle blushed and tried to bury her head deeper Xena’s
shoulder. "You were so determined to keep me out of that
battle... when knocking me out didn’t work you used your
‘feminine charms’ to get the better of me."
"That worked, didn’t
it?" Gabrielle replied proudly.
"Sure did. Didn’t see
any battles that day?" Xena answered kissing the bard on
the top of the head. "Well, unless you count trying to
get my armor off," she added, teasing the bard.
"I was in a
hurry," Gabrielle replied in her defense. "Besides I
grew very proficient at it in a short period of time."
Xena’s fingertips found
Gabrielle’s chin and she pulled it up so she could see the
bard’s eyes. "You certainly did."
Xena looked so different and
yet so similar. Gray began to streak through the sides of her
hair, but her eyes were still as blue, if not bluer than
before. Gabrielle realized it wasn’t the color that became
bolder, but the soul behind it. Xena had grown in many ways.
She realized as the retired warrior began to kiss her, she had
succeeded in her task. She had her warrior in her arms because
she did all the right things that fateful day.
As Xena pulled back, she met
the bard’s eyes once more. The bard could see the devotion
and affection in the pools of blue.
"I love you,
Gabrielle," she whispered.
Gabrielle choked back her
tears of joy.
"I love you too, Xena. I always have and I
know... for a fact... I always will."