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Disclaimers: These characters belong to Rob Tapert and Co. I’m only usin’ ‘em for my enjoyment. Is there female/female love scenes here? Ohhh yeah there is! So if that could get you in trouble, for any reason whatsoever please leave now.
Authors Note: My muse had taken a big time holiday until the Indian eps began. I became convinced at that point that Gabrielle and Xena had become lovers during the fourth season. Peggy, an email friend, asked ‘If they are officially lovers in your eyes when did it happen? Maybe it would make a good story?’. Thank you Peggy for your brilliant idea.
This one’s for you and your sweetie of 17 plus years.:)
end of A Family Affair seen through the eyes of Gabby, Xena
and Gabrielle's parents.
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I stand looking
outside the window of my farm house. My fingers tap on the
sill. My scowl is embedding deeper into my face.
I built this house,
this farm; this family with my own two hands. I always said
I’d die before I let anyone take that away. At least,
that’s what I said. But here I stand. Fingers tapping. Scowl
faced. And I watch one of my most prized possessions slipping
She wasn’t a
threat back then. She said she was moving on. She kept her
word. But not before taking my little girl with her. Nothing
but a murdering harlot that Xena. Even the sound of her name
invokes anger and nausea deep within me.
The talk in the
town was unbelievable after they left together. I was forced
to defend that cretin in a manner of speaking. I had to tell
our neighbors that my bright, creative daughter had forsaken a
man – a good man – to travel with that homicidal wench. I
could see the pity on their faces as I explained, which only
built my rage even more. And Perdicus, he took to the blade to
find his destiny. Truth be known, he took to the blade to
become a warrior, like Xena, because if a warrior is what she
wanted then a warrior he would be... Perdicus... Another
causality to Xena. Of course, Gabrielle never saw it that way.
It wasn’t Xena’s fault, she said. Was my daughter... my
flesh, my blood... really that blind to see
what pain associating with that bitch could bring?
I continue to watch
out the window at them. My pacing daughter has now taken a
place on the bench next to the ‘warrior princess’. My
stomach clinches as I watch her arm snake around the warrior
and her head come to rest on... Xena’s... shoulder. I’m
getting a little better at saying her name, if even silently,
but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to speak it without
clinching my teeth.
I feel gentle arms
snake around me in a similar fashion.
love," my wife tells me. "Try to be happy for
ask aloud. Not just for Hecuba’s consideration, but also my
own. "How can she love her? After that story they told us
tonight? After what we saw lying in our barn? After all the
pain that... woman... has brought her. How?"
I really need
answers here because I do not understand what my daughter
"Same way I
put up with you. Perseverance and understanding," she
jabs playfully, poking me in my side for emphasis.
serious," I tell her moving from the window and her
"So am I, for
the most part," she replied. I can tell she sees I’m
not convinced and she continues. "She loves Xena. And I
think Xena loves her too... Gabrielle was never meant to be a
farmers' wife, Herodotus."
My wife starts to
chuckle as she finishes.
she was 12 and that traveling bard would come through and give
her lessons? Remember how she said that’s what she was going
Did I remember?
Holy Hera how could I forget! Such a defiant one my Gabrielle.
I feel the small grin tug at my lips.
Hecuba comes back
into my arms as she continues. "You worked her sun up to
sun down for two solid weeks until she got that ‘silly’
idea out of her head; trying to break her resolve? Do you
remember what happened?"
different," I insist. It was different. "She was a
stubborn child then. Now she’s..."... a stubborn
adult, I finish silently. Hecuba reads my thoughts and
grins. Yes, she is an adult, isn’t she? I ask myself,
already knowing the answer.
woman now," Hecuba said walking back to the window
I know I couldn’t
debate this any further. The chances of me swaying my wife’s
vote in the matter was as likely as it was to sway my daughter
years before regarding her ‘bardly’ pursuits. At least I
knew where Gabrielle got her determined nature from – her
mother... and I had to admit... myself as well... The girl
has got a double dose of resistance I thought as I laugh
inwardly. My head strong daughter. I love her dearly, but she
must be Tartarus to live with at times, and I realize that,
after three years together, maybe Xena had qualities, good
qualities, I hadn’t considered. Nahh... now I was talking
I return to the
window to watch the pair once more. I regret the decision
immediately and release a frustrated sigh. Neither I nor my
wife are prepared to witness what is taking place outside on
the bench. I can’t look any longer and I turn to leave.
But my departure
isn’t quick enough. My daughter and ‘her warrior’ turned
back toward the house, as if sensing my presence. We all lock
away first. Hecuba, follows next, mumbling something about
getting to bed. When my daughter doesn’t look back again, I
know it’s because she can see my disapproval. Gabrielle
looks away... but not that damn warrior. Oh no... She meets my
gaze head on in a battle of intimidation. I see that look and
I know what she’s conveying – Gabrielle belongs to her now
and no one will take her. No one. Not even me... her father.
But someplace in my
disdain of this ‘show of force’ is a respect and a
comfort. If that warrior looks at me in that fashion, Gods
help anyone that would ever hurt my daughter... I pause for a
moment and then break our gaze. I look to the bedroom where my
wife has gone. Perhaps she’s right... perhaps it is love. I
resolve that I don’t need to be happy about Gabrielle’s
choice, but I will find someway to accept it. Not for me. Not
for the warrior... But for Gabrielle, the stubborn woman who
will always be my little girl.
I’m lost in
the kiss. One moment we are talking about finding answers
together. The next our lips are seeking each others out. By
the gods, I’ve waited for this moment for so very long.
When I realized I
loved her - truly loved her, would do anything for her - I
promised myself that I would never push her. If anything was
ever to happen physically between us, it would be because she
had come to me. Shortly before our quest to find Sarafin,
Gabrielle had kissed me one night.
I remembered how
easily it started. We we’re ribbing each other, good
naturally, over the fire one night. She ‘threatened’ me
with a tickle treatment. I taunted and dared her. That was
enough to force her into action. In the end, I wound up flat
on my back, against my bedroll with a very frustrated, heavy
breathing bard on top of me. I told her she was beautiful when
she was angry. I meant it as another jab, a means to provoke
her even further. But my voice lost it’s sarcastic edge and
the statement became a confession instead – a testament to
my feelings I buried deep within me... hidden, at least, until that moment.
Seconds later, lips
and tongues and hands were exploring. I was actually giddy. I
felt like a clumsy adolescent again, grappling with the
awakening of sexual desires. I was far from a virgin, but in
Gabrielle’s arms that night everything - every touch, ever
smell, every sensation – was totally new and something I’d
never, in all my years (and lovers) before.
Things didn’t go
quite as far as I would have liked, but I pledged to keep my
oath – she would set the pace. We had talked about the
future that night too – our future – and she explained how
she wanted to get adjusted to the changes that expressing our
love physically might bring. She had my full support. Besides
we had all the time in the world. Why rush things? We had
years to make love to each other, right?
That’s why my
quest to see her was so important. I wanted to tell her just
how much she meant to me, just how much I loved her and how I
wished she and I had another chance. Now here I sit with her
in my arms, her lips fighting for control over me and winning.
Her lips are as
smooth as Chin silk and she tastes of red grapes we snacked on
earlier. I don’t ever want to break the connection, but we
both feel something odd and we both pull away at the same
time. Someone is watching us. We can feel it in our bones.
With a quick look over our shoulders, I see Herodotus and
Hecuba standing in the window.
Gods," my soon to be lover mumbles and turns away, a
beautiful rosy color rising to her cheeks.
I however can not
look away. I am not embarrassed by the love and passion I have
for their daughter and I want them to see this. Hecuba breaks
away first, slinking away to the bedroom I presume. But
Herodotus gives me a look of death. However, the longer our
eyes stay locked, the softer his expression becomes. And if I
didn’t know any better, just before he turns to meet his
wife I see a small smile upon his lips.
It feels like
I just began to close my eyes when I hear a rattling in the
kitchen and someone cursing ‘Son of Bacchae’ in a heated
whisper. I leave my husbands' side (since the man can sleep
through anything) and go out to inspect the commotion.
That’s when I see
her. My eldest. Two arms full of food and a loaf of bread
balanced in her mouth as she tries to creep out. She tries not
to smile when I catch her (because she’ll lose the bread). I
start to chuckle and I shake my head at her antics. I take the
items from her hands before she drops more things and wakes up
the entire house.
"We have a
basket, you know?" I inform her.
"Yes, mother I
know," she sighs. "But I couldn’t find it. And I
didn’t want to wake anyone."
late," I say dryly with a smile.
She smiles back too
and my heart warms. She’s such a beautiful girl, but I guess
all mothers think that of their children.
I reach into the
cupboard. I open the picnic basket and we begin to load it
with the goodies she’s confiscated from my kitchen.
"We saw you
and Xena outside tonight," I say as casually as possible.
She says nothing.
She just stands still and nods her head in agreement. I’m
not sure what I want to say. Or where I should begin.
I don’t even know if it’s any of my business. Didn’t I
tell my own husband tonight to stay out of things; to let her
be happy with her choice... So why now, do I bring it up? I
realize why – I’m her mother. It’s that plain and
"I love her
mom," she whispers, breaking the ramblings in my mind.
see," I sigh. "Does she treat you well?" My
one, my only true concern, is her welfare, above all else. Of
all things, I know this to be true.
she answers after a brief thought. A million questions seem to
run through my mind at her pause and I can see she’s warming
up to an explanation.
things happened this year, mother," she says with a sad
smile on her face. I know she’s trying to be her optimistic
self but the pain in her heart is still quite great. They both
told us the story of their battles with Dahak tonight but both
Herodotus and I felt the ‘gaps’ in the story; things that
had happen, but were edited in great detail. "It’s been
rough at times," she adds softly.
doesn’t answer my question, Gabrielle," I reply. I need
to know. I need to hear her say the words and believe them. I
need to know my baby’s safe. How hard can that be for anyone
"In light of
all that’s happened... Xena treats me very well. It’s
funny, but I still feel safest when I’m with her."
I watch the far off
look in my daughters' eyes before she shakes off whatever
thought that took her so far away from my kitchen. She returns
to our conversation with a smile and a reassurance,
"Please don’t worry about me. Xena will continue to do
her best to protect me."
father isn’t too keen on, Xena," I inform her.
she laughs softly.
hates her with a passion," I confess rolling my eyes. My
daughter smiles at my frankness and honesty. "But he’ll
come around if given time... You are going to say good-bye this
time, aren’t you?"
She chuckles and my
heart flutters. I missed her laughter in my house. I know this
is the real Gabrielle. The imposter rarely laughed. Hardly
smiled. This is my Gabrielle.
"You know, Xena
suggested that we slink away tonight," she giggled.
"But she was only kidding... Nah, this time I leave the
village as an adult, not some hero worshipping teenager."
I say, pulling her into a tight embrace. "I love you,
Gabrielle. I’m not sure if anyone will be good enough for
you, but... as long as you’re happy that’s the best I can
happy," she tells me as she pulls back, latching onto the
basket. She picks it up with ease. And I can’t help, but
notice how well-built she is now – how fit; the baby fat she
left with now a memory. "I’m happy and I have a hungry
warrior to feed," she says as she smiles, making her way
to the door.
the barn was out of the question. I’m not sure I would ever
be able to walk back in there again without seeing the image
of Hope and her ‘child’ lying there. And as for my room, it
was small enough with just me and Lila let alone me, Lila and
Besides... it’s a
warm spring night. Once we get the fire going, it'll be more
than suitable. Xena takes the basket from me after she
dismounts my fathers' mare. She helps me down with her free
hand, but she doesn’t let go once my feet are safely
planted. I’m surprised. Not that it’s unpleasant – not
at all. I love the contrasts on her hands, the smooth palm and
the callused fingertips. She’s usually not so openly
affectionate, but I also realize it’s not every day that I
return from the dead. I chuckle at the thought and she looks
to me to see what’s tickled me.
nothing really... " I say tightening my grip on her
fingers. "Just thinking about everything... about how
wonderful it feels to be with you again... I spent every
waking and dreaming moment thinking about you."
She doesn’t reply
with words. She rarely does. Her smile gets broader and
conveys everything she doesn’t say.
"I wish I
could remember how I got there... I wish I found you sooner...
wishes," she tells me. The moonlight is dim and although
I can’t quite see it, I can hear the smile in her voice.
Before I can
respond, her lips lay claim to mine and I moan into the
lushness of the moment. By the gods, this woman knows how to
kiss! I heard the romantic gibberish of going weak in the
knees, but who’d have thought it was actually true. My heart
is pounding so hard I can feel it vibrating in my temples. My
skin feels moist as my temperature goes up a few more degrees.
I can feel myself start to shake, unable to control my
scared?" she asks. Apparently, I’m not the only one who
can feel my shaking.
smile sincerely. "Not at all."
cold?" she asks next.
I have the urge to
slap her and say, Damn woman! It’s you, okay?! You turn me
on to the point I lose control of my body! I begin to
laugh nervously at the thought. She looks unsure of what to
say at this point, but an the idea comes in her mind.
With a bashful
smile, Xena asks, "Is it me?"
I return the smile
just as shyly myself. "Yes, it’s you... but not that
I’m complaining!" I add in a rush. "I just...
never felt... this way before."
Xena leans in and
nuzzles my ear, making goosebumps rise up my neck and down my
back. "Me too," she agrees seductively. Her voice is
so smoky and thick; it sucks the air from my lungs. And I
believe her. I believe she’s never loved like this either.
Oh how I want her.
I want her now. And I’m not the least bit ashamed of my
desire. I never lived for anything in my entire life like I
live for her.
My fingers twine
their way around the raven locks. I look up into those eyes
– the bluest blue ever to grace the earth. So many thoughts
and feelings I’ve seen conveyed within that blue – fear,
shock, love, understanding, anger and at this moment, desire.
I know she wants me
as well. Her muscles are as taunt as a spring beneath her
tender flesh. And I want to explore every inch of her. I feel
her step back, physically and emotionally, for a moment,
gaining some much needed focus.
on," she says taking me by the hand and leading me toward
the river. "Let’s eat. I’m starving." My
stomach, on cue, growls in agreement and we both chuckle as we
start to walk along hand in hand.
I figure the meal
would be an excruciatingly painful wait to what lays ahead.
But it isn’t. Instead of putting my desire in check, Xena
makes it a ‘course’ in our meal. The wonderful sounds she
makes as I suck the strawberry jam from her fingers creates
cravings within myself I never dreamed possible.
As I finish up the
last of my dinner, Xena takes care of the evening chores. She
readies our bedrolls – placing them not only side by side,
as it had become custom, but laying them so they are touching
to make one large covered area. And she starts a fire as well
- not just a few logs mind you, but many logs indicating it
could be a very long night.
I’m mesmerized as
I chew some cherries. I watch her stretch out her muscles
while she takes off her bracers and gauntlets. Next go her
breastplate and boots, quickly followed by her shin guards.
The only thing remaining is her leathers.
Her eyes lock on
mine now, almost asking permission – wanting to know if
it’s okay that she undress; if it’s okay to offer herself
to me. Maybe she thinks I’ve gone through too much tonight
by watching Hope die. In truth, at this point, my answer is no
– Hope WAS evil and any goodness she had couldn’t be
reached by me. Perhaps Xena is apprehensive because she thinks
I’d like to do the honors of disrobing her. In truth I would
but, at this point, I can’t move. Once more my body’s lost
the ability of motion. I am, however, able to nod my head
giving her the ‘okay’ she seeks.
With agonizing slow
movements she pulls the battle dress down, strap by strap. Her
body shimmies as she works her way out of the leather - her
ample bosom swaying; her hips rotating. I wonder silently, as
I watch her little ‘show’, at what point did I forget how
to breathe? My food is forgotten, but I find myself still
salivating and I swallow hard.
She stands above me
clad only in her off white shift and her britches. The same
vision before me as the day we met in this very village...
‘Well, maybe not exactly the same’ I consider as I grin.
try to find my voice, but it appears to have fled. All I can
do is watch. She sees my grin and instantly mimics it. She
reaches down to me and I take her hands. Soon I am standing up
on shaky legs. I watch as she unties my halter top. Her
movements are hypnotic but instead of feeling sleepy, I’ve
never felt more alert, more alive, in my life.
My hands find her
forearms. They stroke her. They silently beg her to continue
and she complies. Soon I feel those hands run over my bosom
wrap, up to my shoulders and down my arms, leaving a trail of
tingling skin behind them. I never feel my top leave my body
but it soon takes residence on the ground. Her hands have
expertise in many areas.
I watch as she
moves to her knees, almost subserviently, and places the most
delicate of kisses on my thigh. My belly in return flips at
the contact - the butterflies, knowing of what’s to come,
try to escape my body. Her hair brushes against the flesh of
my stomach and my thigh as she pulls me closer. Her hands wrap
around my body, finding my belt latch. Without any fumbling,
it’s unhooked. She loosens my skirt too and both items are
now being held tight in her hands. I watch her pull them down
and I use her shoulders to steady myself as I step out of
She sighs at the
contact of my hands touching her. Once more, she surprises me.
The touch was not intended as erotic but a necessity for my
weak legs. Yet she felt a bolt of passion sweep through her at
my innocent touch. I wonder, if my innocent touches evoke such
responses, what will my touches of passion do to her? I know I
can no longer play the submissive . . .at least for now.
I travel to my
knees to join her. She’s still slightly taller than me, but
we fit together perfectly. I pull down the straps of her
shift. Her skin feels delightfully warm in my embrace. The
slopes and curves of her body radiate in my touch. Her nipple
instantly constrict with a light caress. I feel my body
reacting just as hers does with just the mere sight of her
I feel her thumb
and index finger hook my chin, pulling my head up. Our lips
meet. Our tongues search. Our hands have a life of their own.
She mumbles something about seeing me too and I feel my wrap
and britches go to the wayside, tossed to the pile of my other
A chill comes over
me at the loss of clothing and the departure of her body heat.
"Are you cold
‘now’?" she teases me, seeing the bumps settle over
my body; my tiny hairs standing on edge.
I nod and grin at
my lover... My lover? How I love the sound of that. How I wish
I could shout it to the world. But she and I agreed months
before, when we
considered physically gratifying each other, that we would
tell travelers, strangers and the like that we were
‘friends’. It was safer. Not every town was as excepting
of women as lifemates. Also, old enemies might use me even
more as a pawn for revenge. Xena was never a woman to hide anything
about herself, but she felt this fact would protect me and if
being slightly ‘misleading’ to the true nature of our
relationship meant keeping me safe – so be it.
She told me months
ago that she was done with the past and her only concern was
me... I wasn’t sure if she would let those past demons
go and truly mean what she proclaimed. And although I’m sure
she has moments of doubts, all and all she does put me first
and foremost, above all else – above redemption, above the
greater good and above even herself. This knowledge only makes
my heart pound louder now that her body begins to cover me.
can’t have that can we?" she whispers in my ear.
"Oh Gods, you
feel so good against me," I whisper back. The words just
slip from my mouth without forethought.
Her answer is a
groan and a grind of her hips as she plants tiny kisses along
my earlobe. I feel her suck the lobe between her lips as her
hips grind harder and higher than before. Oh gods, I never
realized anything could feel this wonderful. My britches are
embarrassingly wet. I feel Xena
begin to snake her hand down to the soaked region and I stop
her by grabbing her wrist.
fast?" she asks. "I’ll slow down," she adds
without waiting for my answer.
exclaim and start to chuckle at the desperate sound in my
voice. "No," I continue more calmly. "I...
.I’m just worried that I’m.." Gods I’m a bard for
Gods sake just spit it out. "I worried that I’m TOO
excited," I tell her.
I wait for her
reaction. I see her thinking. She shifts her hand slightly so
I’ll release my grip. She gestures to my body asking for
permission to continue her exploration. I give a brief nod.
She has yet to speak to me. She begins at the top of my head,
running her fingers through my hair, down the slope of my face
and brushing across my cheek. Her fingertips make there way
down my neck with feather-like softness. For someone who can
be so brutal, her gentleness amazes me. Her fingers are
replaced with kisses and moments later the lips that started
on my neck have now fixated to my nipples.
The sensation is
incredible. I think of Perdicus and how it never felt like
this when he did this. Of course his admiration of my bosom
didn’t last very long or please me so thoroughly. Xena,
however... I’m having a hard time concentrating at this
point. The connection from my breasts to my center is racing
like a speeding chariot. I need something... anything...
there... now... by the gods I can’t wait.
My hands grab
Xena’s wrist. However, instead of stopping my warrior, I
find myself leading her to my damp curls. Perhaps I am too
excited, but I don’t care any longer. I need to find relief
from my desire. She doesn’t require much help. She knows
exactly what I want... Oh gods she knows how to deliver... but
I help her. My hips rotate to meet her probing fingers.
Oh yes! Finally!
Skin on skin. Her fingers are delving against my center
directly, my britches shoved aside. I feel myself silently
begging her not to stop. I will do anything in the world to
keep that hand there, active against my flesh.
believe how wet you are Gabrielle," she moans.
My movements stop.
And I can see the angry expression on her face. Upon closer
look I see it’s not anger – it's hurt... Oh no! She thinks
I don’t want her!
not you, it’s me! I’ve never been this wet. I told you I
was too excited. I just... "
I don’t finish. I
see a smile on her face grow larger. She understands now why
I’ve been uncomfortable this evening; fearful of her
wandering hands. I watch her take those wet fingers and put
them in her mouth, sucking my juice from them. She chuckles at
the sigh of desire and amazement I release at witnessing this
sight and I promptly blush.
sweetheart," she whispers in my ear. I watch as she dips
into my center, tasting my wetness once more, sending me
higher than before.
"Believe me. .
." She returns yet again. But unlike the previous moment
she offers her finger to me to taste.
wonderful... Have you ever tasted yourself, Gabrielle?"
I’ve died. I am
in Elysia now. For just when I think my desire can climb no
higher this beautiful woman before me proves me wrong. Weakly,
I shake my head.
like to? It would really make me hot if you did, but
I’ll never make you do anything you don’t wanna do."
Her concern is
enough to make my heart overflow. Any hang-ups or inhibitions
I had at the beginning of the evening have now just melted
away thanks to my considerate and inventive lover. It will
make her hot, huh?
I lick the side of
her finger tentatively at first. The taste is not what I
expected – a salty sweetness. The consistency and color is
smooth like icing. Umm, I think I see what the appeal is. I
find I’m now cupping Xena’s hand, taking her whole finger
in my mouth, with closed eyes; trying to savor every drop.
breaks me from my activities. I pull back slightly and our
eyes lock. Both our lids are heavy with desire. The only noise
louder than our breath is the crackling of the fire beside us.
" Xena begins, running her hand down my naked form and
back up again. "There’s a way I can let you taste
yourself that’s even better."
Oh gods, does this
women ever cease to amaze me.
ask quickly. I sound so desperate; wanton. And I like the way
it sounds. Apparently so does Xena because she has to take
another breath before she can continue.
lips," she says laying me down against the bedrolls.
"And on my tongue."
" It’s the only expression I can get out at the moment.
indeed," she says examining my body, lightly touching it;
memorizing it; savoring every moment of it. I can feel her
words across my sex and I automatically clinch my thighs
around her body which has cleverly worked its way between my
legs. "So what do you say, Gabrielle? Can I ... drink
from the well?"
I see that teasing
grin and a dead seriousness in it all at once – playful, but
all ‘business’ too. She doesn’t move. She doesn’t
breath. She simply waits for my answer.
My mind shuts down.
The only sensation I feel is between my legs. I look down and
see her lapping at my sex. The moans of approval she’s
making push my higher. I can feel myself sweating now as my
hands wander across my own skin, not quite believe where I am.
Last month I laid in a hospice, clinging to life. Now the
woman I love more than life itself is pleasuring me like no
other has or ever could.
She pauses a moment
to take my roaming hands into hers. She leads them to my
breasts. In a seductive growl, she orders me...
As my fingers start
to squeeze my flesh, her moan comes so deep and lustful. I can
hear how wet she’s becoming and I wonder just what she
tastes like. I wish I could taste her and touch her and take
her like she’s taking me now. Oh Gods, I can barely breath
thanks to the sensations she’s sending through me.
I climb higher,
striving for something, wanting and needing more sensations.
My hands abandon my breasts now as my finger clinch and
unclench into our bedrolls. My toes curl up tight as the
sensations are building on top of each other, over and over
again, until every nerve in my body feels like it’s
exploding and coming back together, only to explode again and
come back together again... and again... and again.
She strokes my body
as I un-arch my back, coming down from the ultimate high. Toes
relaxing. Fingers unclenching. I return to a steady breathing
rhythm. My rest is not for long because her tender movements
only fuel my desire again. But not the desire to be touched.
It’s the desire TO touch. I have to have her. I have to
bring her the same pleasure she’s brought me. It’s not an
option for me now. It’s a necessity. Her release is like air
to me now... something I must have if I’m expected to
I pull her up and I
kiss her lips. I realize she’s correct. I taste wonderful on
her lips and I can’t help but smile. She reads me so well.
you’d like that more," she ribs me.
I begin to kiss her
again. I moan. She moans. And now she is on her back with an
‘oomph’ noise from the impact of my desire to possess her.
And possess her I
do. Every touch, every sound, every sensation will live with
me forever. And the taste of my desire is nothing compared to
hers. I realize I could feast on her for days at a time.
She’s sweet and hot. I make sure she knows just what kind of
effect she’s having on me. I moan loud against her – the
taste delighting my palette and moving my vocal cords.
Upon hearing my
pleasure, it doesn’t take long for her to reach her pinnacle
– her back arches, her hands press against the back of my
head as she gasps for air. She’s waited so long. I knew
tonight, neither of us could wait no longer. As she comes down
from her high, she pulls me to her arms. I sweat. She sweats.
And she pulls the covers over us to provide warmth for the
cool evening breeze striking our wet skin now.
We lay in silence
for a long time. Suddenly, she starts to cry. I shoot up.
I’m afraid that she’s hurt. I’m afraid that she’s
feeling regret for our actions. She can see my panic
immediately and smiles through her tears.
"I missed you
so much," she weeps. "I never thought...
I know what she
means. And I understand her tears now. They are not for pain,
but for relief and joy.
tell her stroking the wet, passion soaked bangs on her
forehead and giving a long, tender kiss to her skin there. I
feel her relax immediately and I’m pleased that I can calm
her so quickly... or excite her, if need be. We fit, she and
I. Two halves of one whole.
"We’ll go on
together, right?" she asks, seemly a little unsure of my
what answers I find, Xena," I tell her. "We’ll be
in her eyes – is it doubt? I cock my head and she realizes
I’ve caught her reaction. She brushes it off with a smile,
but I know something deeper lies here. Something she’ll
share when she’s ready, so I don't push now.
I hear her whisper once more - perhaps unsure of were our
searching will take us but very certain of our love. At this
moment, that’s all I need. Because if I have her love,
nothing else matters.