Double DeJaVu by Becki

Email: doctor_becki@yahoo.com
Type: crossover
Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: The characters of Xena and Gabrielle belong to Ren. Pictures and Rob Tapert and Willow and Tara belong to ME and Joss Whedon, etc. I merely used them for fun and entertainment.

Comment #1: This is my first ever fanfic. All feedback is welcome. I have a thick skin and would really like to improve as a writer.

Story Setting and Background: Ever wonder how timid and geeky Willow could possibly turn into a bad-ass, magick-addicted woman? Why she was capable of almost destroying the world when Tara died? And for you Xenites out there, were Xena and Gabrielle lovers, friends, or both? What happened to Gabrielle after Xena died. Set just after ‘Family’ in season five for W/T and after ‘Friend in Need’ for X/G, this story answers those questions.

I awoke suddenly. I felt weird. More weird than my usual weirdness, which can be profoundly weird, but this was different. I looked about for the source of my impending strangeness. What I saw was a candle-lit room. A bed stood tall next to one of my shoulders. At the level of my vision, on top of the bed’s burgundy comforter, a black and white patched kitten sat batting a ball of red yarn with her paws.

“Is that what woke me up,” I asked myself, “and why am I on the floor?” I may have awoken suddenly but I sure had not awoken clearly. I continued the search of my surroundings looking for a clue to my fuzziness. On my side opposite the bed, next to my folded legs sat the three candles that were the light source in the dimly lit room. Past the candles, lying on her side with one hand outstretched was Tara. Her legs covered by a long skirt folded under her while her torso fell over sideways onto the floor. It was as if she had been kneeling next to the candles when the urge to sleep had overtaken her and caused her to tumble over where she sat. Her body intersected a circle of green luminescent powder that surrounded us and I could see the glitter of more of the powder on the fingertips of the hand that lay outstretched above her head. I felt my heart do the hokey pokey as my gaze took Tara in.

She was beautiful. Long blond hair fell over her neck and the top of her shoulders with one strand falling squarely across the most luscious lips I had ever seen. Even in her awkward pose the somewhat voluptuous curves of her woman’s body could clearly be seen. I blushed at that sight. Though she and I had been lovers for several months, I still felt embarrassed at my attraction to her. She was the first woman I had fallen in love with and I still had trouble with the sometimes raw physical attraction I had for her. Do not misunderstand me, I fell in love with Tara’s mind and emotional beauty first but those feelings had awakened a keen physical yearning I had never felt before. When I first realized my friendship with Tara was different, I tried to hide it from the world, namely from the scoobies. I no longer lie to the others about being in chem. lab by myself at night, but I still blush when I think about my desire for Tara.

“Poor Xander,” I thought, “if he only knew the difference in the feelings I have for Tara compared to the puppy dog devotion I used to have for him, he would be so jealous.” I continued to stare at my girlfriend as my mind swung brooms at the cobwebs clinging to it.

Tara and I had finished our homework for the evening early but we had lingered over the reading from our comparative religion class. Tonight’s assignment had started us on a chapter about Buddhism and the belief of reincarnation. I smiled to myself. This reading had sparked hours of conversation between us about our possible former lives. Tara had let her imagination take off. Until recently, she had believed that she was from demon stock and not entirely human. For that reason, she had never seriously considered the afterlife or the possibility of reincarnation. She now imagined herself as simple farm girl or a country witch. I saw a princess in her.

For myself, she saw power without end. Tara had always said I was special, but I never believed her until tonight when I heard the passion with which she spoke about my possible former lives. As for my thoughts on my past, all I knew was that at some point I had been a fly. How else could I explain my fear of frogs especially bullfrogs?

Our musings and back and forth banter had led me to one of our spell books. With glee, I pointed to a simple spell that could bring forth the spirits from past lives. It had been late when we found that spell and Tara had hesitated over using magic for this but our giddiness prompted us to try it despite the late hour on a school night. It was simple as spells go. A few ingredients—eye of newt, fig leaf, oleala root--, some candles, and a chant was all it called for. All a-giggle, we used the ingredients to make the green powder, and then we set about making the spell circle and starting the chant. The last thing I remember was the two of us chanting in unison while sprinkling some of the powder into the air.

“Great,” I mused as I brought my focus back to my sleeping lover, “we must have had really boring past lives.” It figures the spell was a fizzle. The ones I felt strongly about tended to fizz out or cause big problems for me and the scoobies. Though, I chuckled to myself, I do not think I would take back that one botched spell that caused Buffy and Spike to fall in love and get engaged. That had been a real knee slapper.

With a half smile on my lips from that thought, I bent over and reached for the delicate material that covered Tara’s arm. It was time for me to get my love into bed for real. We had class tomorrow.

Just as I reached out my arm to touch her, she changed. I jerked back my hand and scooted backwards driving my back into the foot of the bed. Before me lay another woman, sort of. I could still feel Tara’s aura and in the dim light I could see her true outline shimmer under the firm lines of the other. The other lay in the exact pose that Tara had or maybe still did. I was not sure.

“Super, a sleeping pill and a hallucinogen. I’m thinking mass marketing on this baby,” at least I still had my sense of humor as inappropriate as that seemed. I squinted my eyes so I could get a better look at the non-Tara figure. This woman was roughly Tara’s size but she was hard. Clearly defined muscles bunched under the skin of her arms, shoulders, and thighs. Her bare midriff was firm and flat and the voluptuous hips and breasts of my lover had been replaced with slimmer, less full versions. The billowy clothing that hid Tara’s figure (she was shy) had been replaced by a short maroon leather skirt, tasseled leather bra, and high-calf leather boots. The blond hair was still there but now it was shorn in a rough cut that barely covered this woman’s ears. The handle of a weapon stuck up out of the one fully visible boot and presumably another was in the opposite boot. This woman was nothing like my Tara. She was a hardened fighter and one confident enough to bare her muscular form for all to see.

A hiss issued from behind me broke my concentration on this other woman. With a startle, I turned to see Miss Kitty, our kitten, hunch with hair-raised and tail cocked into an attack position aimed at me. “Miss Kitty,” I began to soothe her but the sound of my voice frightened her further and with a yowl she leaped off the bed and headed for the sanctuary of Tara’s closet. The weirdness just kept escalating.

As I turned my head back toward the two woman woman (or was it the woman who really was two?), long black hair grazed my cheek and fell into my eyes. It was as I rolled the long thick hair between my fingers in wonder that I heard her for the first time.

“Who are you? What are you doing to me? Where are we,” came the words in a rush. I realized that I had not heard these words; I had felt them as they cut at me like a sword. I felt other things too. Power. Raw and dark, it coursed through my body and infused my limbs. I could feel my whole being shift. My body became longer, taller, and more graceful. My stick-thin figure filled out. With every move I could feel sinewy muscles glide under my skin. My Willow body was gone, would my Willow mind follow? I shifted my focus to confronting the invader. I needed to think fast or I knew this spirit would sense my fear and crush me.

“Don’t go all Abbott and Costello on me,” I joked using my thoughts instead of my voice, “I’m sure there is a good explanation for this.” At least, I hoped there was a good explanation for it.

“Who are you,” I could feel the growl come from within me, “did Callisto or Alti put you up to this?”

“I’m Willow,” I replied, “and that is Tara.” I pulled my gaze back to the still shifting image of Tara and the other woman. “I do not know who this Cally and Alist are. Tara and I are wiccas and we did not mean anything bringing you here.” Even inside my own thoughts, I did not make much sense.

“Gabrielle,” a gentle feeling, love, replaced the threatening tone of her thoughts as I, or—I guess—we, stared at the figure lying next to the candles. “You brought Gabrielle here as well,” it came out as a question with hope, desire, disbelief and other emotions intermingling with the words.

“Um, I guess so,” I thought back at her.

“You do not know what you were doing,” incredulity followed this thought. At least, her previous anger was dissipating.

“No,” I defended, “we thought we knew what we were doing.”

“And just what were you thinking of,” a rough edge had returned to her dialogue. This woman was the hard one. Her feelings did not stay gentle for long. I thought momentarily about deceiving her before realizing how impossible that would be since we shared thoughts. Besides, she was probably one of my own multiple personalities. I would not want to lie to myself, would I?

“Tara and I read about reincarnation and wondered what our past lives had been so we did a spell to bring the spirits of our past lives to us. I thought the thing had gone ka-blooey and nothing had happened when I noticed—um—Gabrielle shifting in and out with Tara there.” As I thought toward this other, I raised my hand and pointed at the Tara/Gabrielle figure. It was then I noticed the other changes.

I was truly taller and longer. Even from the foot of the bed, my outstretched hand could almost reach Tara. My arm was still thin and light-skinned but muscles gave shape to the arm that mine did not normally have. The physical power of this woman was intoxicating. I do not think my Willow body had a muscle in it unless my brain counted as one. Gone was my pink fuzzy sweater instead a wrist guard and arm guard now adorned my otherwise bare arm. They were made of black leather with iron-reinforced tracings weaving around each of them. Most startling to me was the outfit this woman wore. A short black leather skirt and bodice were adorned with metal studs and with an ornate iron breastplate. This woman actually had breasts to protect!

“So you asked the Gods to bring us here,” I could almost feel her squint disapprovingly at me, “you are a foolish girl who is dabbling in things she does not understand.” Her tone was not pleasant but she made sense--except for the Gods part.

“Yeah, I mean no,” I was flustered, “we are witches and we used a really simple spell to conjure you here. There were no Gods involved. We just wanted to see what we had been like in our past lives. I’m sorry. We did not mean to hurt the two of you.”

Silence greeted my apology. I had the feeling this woman was not a big talker in life. We sat silently for a few moments as we each gazed at the double image of the women in front of us. I could feel tenderness, love, desire, hope, and disappointment swirl through me. Where these emotions hers or mine? I could not tell. I finally decided to interrupt our reverie to get some answers. After all, this was a pre-Willow, wasn’t it? How bad could she be?

“Well,” I stuttered to begin, “all the introductions have been made except for you?” I hoped I had put a questioning lilt into my telepathy to her.

“I am Xena,” came the simple reply. It was as if lightning struck.

“You are Xena, the Warrior Princess from Amphipolis,” I questioned and then motioned to the still figure in front of us, “and that is the bard, Gabrielle, from Potadiea?” I could not believe it. Tara and I could possibly be reincarnated from two of the most famous women in history!

“You know of us,” she asked back, “are we back in Greece then? What year is it?”

“I know of you because your adventures together are legendary. Every school boy and girl learns about you and Tara and I studied you both in our women’s studies class last year.” I almost felt like peeing in my pants I was so excited. I rushed on with my explanation. “They found Gabrielle’s scrolls and body in a tomb in Egypt—um, the land of the Pharaohs—about two thousand years after she died. They also found one of your weapons—a shock’em—and Gabrielle had a lock of your hair fixed in sap and clutched in a hand placed over her heart.” I paused just long enough to take in another breath before continuing.

“We are as far from Greece as we could be in a land discovered long after your death.” I did not want to explain much further. I did not want to go over the world-is-not-flat revolution or the rest of the history between the time of her life and now. I had more questions that I wanted answers too.

“It’s a chakram,” she interrupted before I could continue on. Her thoughts were quiet, gentle. I could feel a tear run its course down one of my cheeks. “The weapon they found is called a chakram not a shock’em.” I felt the emotional armor of this warrior woman slip from the nostalgia I had induced. I decided now was the time to ask my questions.

“They never found your body,” I started, “There are various histories that say you died in Japan and never made the journey to the land of the Pharaohs with Gabrielle. Other reports place you with her there. Do you remember what happened?”

“I died in Japan,” another tear fell down the opposite cheek, “Gabrielle tried to save me but I would not let her. Our love was so strong that my spirit was able to stay with her for many years. I did go with her to the land of the Pharaohs. Time and distance from our home made it increasingly hard for her to see and hear me. Eventually, her sadness at our separation led her to her death. The last thing I remember was trying to hold her hand as the grave workers sealed her tomb behind us.”

“You and Gabrielle were lovers then,” I asked as I tried to steer the conversation onto more pleasant ground and toward one of the most debated questions about the warrior Xena and the bard Gabrielle.

“You and Tara are lovers,” Xena asked back choosing to not answer my question yet.

“Yes, we are lesbian-like lovers,” I answered.

“You are not condemned for your relationship,” she asked a second question. She was becoming downright chatty.

“No, our friends have been really great about things,” as I replied my mind flashed back to the great birthday party I had thrown for Tara. All the scoobies had come bearing gifts and the night had gone on and on. This all happened right after Buffy and then the rest of the scoobies had stood up to Tara’s crazy family when they tried to take her out of UC Sunnydale.

“Gabrielle and I were lovers in an emotional sense,” Xena chose to reply to my earlier question. “When we met she was this annoying little girl. She insisted on following me around Greece. She even ran away from her home and her betrothed. At first, all she did was get in the way and find trouble. I do not think I could tell you when that changed but it did. Gabrielle became my anchor. She always told me I was special but, to me, she was the special one.”

“Deja word,” I tried to think to myself. The problem with sharing a mind and body with someone else is that it is far too easy to interrupt them when they are thinking to you.

“What,” came the confused reply.

“Sorry, I meant I’ve heard the part about being special from Tara,” I explained my interruptive thoughts. “She is my anchor too. I have grown and changed for the better since I met her.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you talk funny,” she asked with a hint of fun in her thoughts before becoming serious again. “I think that you and Tara will share many similarities with Gabrielle and I. We share the same souls remember?” I mentally sighed, after some good-natured ribbing from Buffy and Tara, I had been trying to talk more normally. Still quirky I guess.

At that moment, Tara and Gabrielle shifted out of the awkward half sitting and half lying pose into a more comfortable fetal position. I could see the green powder cling to the back of Tara’s shirt. Gabrielle seemed not to take up the clingy stuff but I noticed for the first time the elaborate tattoo of a dragon that crawled up one of Gabrielle’s thighs and onto her back. This woman seemed so different from my Tara. I could not imagine Tara decorating her body and then baring it for all to see. The only similarity I had seen so far between the two women had been their desire to seek a new life far from their childhood homes. It seemed Tara had some surprises for me in the future.

“Yes, I am sure she does if it is truly Gabrielle’s soul she shares.” I had forgotten that I was in a Vulcan like mind-meld. My thoughts were Xena’s thoughts. Before I could think more to Xena, she moved us. Gracefully, she put us on all fours and glided us past the candles and toward our loves. I felt almost feline in the movement. It was nothing like the spastic jerking I associated with my attempts to move my gangly frame. When we reached her target, Xena lowered herself next to the sleeping form. She encircled Gabrielle and Tara’s waist with one arm and nuzzled her face into their blond hair. The sleeping duo did not even stir at this contact.

“I can’t believe Tara’s sleeping so heavy like this,” I wondered. “The spell must have really knocked her out.”

“I always had the power,” came her unexpected reply.

“What are you saying,” I asked her while unconsciously wrinkling my forehead into a questioning look.

“Your spell to bring us here took power. You have it, not Tara. That is why we are talking and they are sleeping,” came her brief response.

“What do you mean,” I was a little frightened to find out but I still wanted to know. This woman seemed to think she had a special power of some sort. And, I was supposed to be her. Was I crazy or was she right? She did not answer me with words or simple thoughts.

I saw her life flash before my eyes, literally. I felt everything as she killed hundreds of men maybe thousands. I saw her burn villages to the ground. I saw her torture women and children. I saw her change into a six-arm monster and destroy what could only be described as a demon. I saw people run from her in fear. Not only did I see her do this, I felt her power as it burst from her and she channeled it into pure destruction. She was right she had power without end but it came with a cost. When she used it, darkness ran through her soul and extinguished the good inside of her. What I saw freaked me out.

“You are evil.” I could not believe it. What did this mean for me? Did that darkness live inside of me? I suddenly felt the need for a soul-illuminating night-light.

“No!” The mental shout reverberated through my mind causing me physical pain. “I was evil. Gabrielle saved me.” A barrage of images followed her words. Now I saw Gabrielle’s arms around Xena in front of a campfire forcing her to promise to stay with the good and not become a monster no matter what happened. Images of Gabrielle soothing the maniacal rage out of Xena after a particularly bloody battle followed images of a long-haired Gabrielle laughing at a game of guess the warlord as they walked a path through a meadow. Two final images brought me understanding, not only about the relationship between Xena and Gabrielle, but also about the bond that was developing between Tara and I.

The first image was of Gabrielle holding me in a cold dungeon. I felt intense pain. I think me-as-Xena was paralyzed. Gabrielle soothed my discomfort by running her fingertips across my face. With deep green eyes, boring into mine she said simply, “I will always love you Xena.”

The second image was of me holding a tear stained Gabrielle on the deck of a sailing ship. I could feel the sadness in Gabrielle. In Xena, I could sense this separation and longing. Xena was dead. Her spirit was holding the bard. Xena gently told her companion, “I will never leave you Gabrielle.”

The emotions that ran through the two reminded me of a memory in my own life. Shortly after Tara and I became close friends, before I really understood what we would become to each other, the man I thought would be the love of my life returned to claim me. His name was Oz and he had left me to find a way to control the wolf inside of him (It’s a long story.). Then one day, out of the blue, he returned and wanted me back. All of a sudden, the thing I thought I wanted most was right in front of me. My brainy self thought I should go back to Oz. But something had changed. My soul had so intertwined with Tara’s that I no longer knew where mine ended and hers began. The thought of not loving her made me feel incomplete. The longing Xena experienced felt just like the moment I realized that. Tara and I became lovers after that. It seemed the realization for Xena and Gabrielle had come too late.

“You loved her so deeply, but you never made love to her,” I could not believe that their need for each other had never led to physical relationship.

“No,” came the one syllable answer. But I saw the longer answer. I saw the school girl innocence in the young Gabrielle that Xena would not violate and Gabrielle’s wedding to a man and a rift that would threaten the bond between them and a Xander-like man always seeming to appear in their travels at the worst possible time and, finally, evil seemed ever present and threatening. Only after her death had Xena known the anguish of love deferred.

A third tear trickled down my cheek. This one was mine. I decided to do something. With my more accustomed herky-jerkiness, I pulled us away and forced us to stand in front of the sleeping two. With a firm grasp, I took Gabrielle/Tara’s shoulder and gave it a shake. In a seeming blur, the two awoke and sprang upward and away from us. When I was able to focus on them again, I found the figure in front of us crouched with two short swords held defensively in her hands. Tara’s outline had receded but I could still feel her presence in the now solid Gabrielle.

A chuckle emanated from inside my breast. “Gabrielle, it’s me,” the voice was deep and throaty. It was nothing like the high-pitched, sometimes whiny voice my Willow body used.

“Xena?”

“Willow?” Their voices were nearly identical. The one obvious difference was the confidence exuded by the bard’s voice that I had never heard in Tara’s.

“Tara, baby, its ok. Our spell worked, Xena and Gabrielle are here with us. I’ll explain later but right now they need to talk to each other, ok?”
“You mean,” as she questioned me Gabrielle’s form receded and was replaced by the familiar curves of my lover. Only Gabrielle’s bright green eyes remained.

“Yes, I mean,” I replied with my usual Willow voice. I suddenly felt much smaller.

“Thank you,” came a reply inside my head. Restored to my larger Xena self, I took one step and reached my hand up to the side of Gabrielle’s face. With long slender fingers, I stroked one cheek. With each movement, I felt electricity travel up my arm and warm my soul.

“Gabrielle, do you trust me,” Xena asked her companion as her fingers traced the same question into Gabrielle’s skin. The bard did not answer immediately. Instead, she stood still arms at her side with the swords still clutched in her hands. Her green eyes bore into mine seeking answers to questions asked long ago.

“With my life, Xena,” she replied as the swords dropped to the floor and disappeared, “I always have.” I felt my insides glow with love and happiness. It was hard to imagine this Xena being capable of evil.

Wordlessly, Xena closed the gap between the two of them. With a tenderness I found surprising from her, she placed her lips against Gabrielle’s. Gabrielle wrapped her strong arms around the warrior’s shoulders and lifted herself up so she could return the kiss. They were together at last.

The kiss continued for a long time. At first, it was gentle and searching. As it went on, both Xena and Gabrielle added more passion to it. It became feral, as the two of them almost seemed to devour each other. Xena raised her hands to hold Gabrielle’s head and used her lips and hands to guide the kiss as she nipped at Gabrielle’s tongue and lips. Gabrielle had her own control of Xena, as she clasped her arms around the warrior and held her to her.

It was Gabrielle that broke the kiss. With one hand, she unhooked Xena’s breastplate. With the other, she grabbed the bulky metal piece and tossed it to one side. Once Xena’s breasts were free of the metal and only bound by the leather of her bodice, Gabrielle broke from Xena’s ravenous lips and trailed her lips down Xena’s neck. Her hands stayed at work as well. Gently, one slipped under a leather shoulder strap and pulled it off of Xena’s shoulder. The strap came away easily and with it so did the top part of her bodice. I found myself looking down past the top of the bard’s blond head as she kissed the white skin covering the top of Xena’s breast. I could feel the leather slide across my already hardened nipple. Part of me was shocked at Gabrielle’s forcefulness. Yes, it seemed Tara would have some surprises for me. At least, I hoped she did!

Xena’s body was on fire. It emanated from the now wet space between her legs and traveled the length of her body. I felt all of it. It was something I had experienced before when I was making love to Tara. Now, I was so happy that I could help Xena share it with Gabrielle.

The passion between the two it seemed had dissolved the mind-link I had shared with the warrior. Now I could only think to myself and enjoy the experience. Briefly, I felt really peeping tomish. Then I told myself this was not bad touching, this was Tara and I at a different time. Maybe this, in a strange way, was our first time together.

My thoughts were interrupted as Xena gently broke the bard’s hold upon her. With a strength that surprised me, the warrior placed the smaller woman in her arms and carried her to the bed. After lying Gabrielle upon the bed, Xena turned and sat next to the bard’s hips. She did not stop there. Her hands never left Gabrielle. They continued to stroke the blond everywhere. It was as if Xena hoped to reassure herself that her lover was really there. While giving the bard pleasure, Xena also divested Gabrielle of her clothing. Interestingly, like the swords and, presumably the breastplate, once the clothes were thrown aside, they disappeared.

Once the bard lay naked, Xena redoubled her efforts with her hands. She traced whorls over the tight skin of Gabrielle’s abdomen dabbling briefly in the shock of blond pubic hair then allowed them to drift to the soft flesh of Gabrielle’s small breasts. My fingertips could feel Gabrielle respond. Her flesh left trails of gooseflesh in the wake of my touch. To my delight, her nipples were hard long before my hands smoothed over them. I grinned inwardly. Gabrielle and Tara had very different bodies but they responded to my touch the same way.

Xena was not inexperienced in the pleasures of touch. Her next move was to straddle Gabrielle’s hips. Taking the bard’s wrists in her hands, Xena stretched Gabrielle’s arms above her head. This motion brought her body and face close to Gabrielle’s and she began to use her mouth to touch Gabrielle instead of her hands. Gabrielle moaned and shook under the warrior’s kiss.

“Xena stop,” Gabrielle demanded. Yes, this woman was full of surprises. “After all these years, you would deny me the pleasure and beauty of your body?” There was a schoolgirl’s impishness to her voice. Only intensity of Gabrielle’s stare belied her true feelings of want.

With that deep-throated chuckle, Xena released her hands and slid off of Gabrielle. Quickly she removed the leather outfit and the soft cotton chamois that she wore beneath it. I found this part the most erotic of the evening. This warrior woman was gorgeous. Her arms and legs were shapely and went on forever. Her full breasts were perfect mounds with cherries on top and certainly much different than my own smaller and flatter versions. All I could wonder to myself was why hadn’t I received the body in a package deal with the soul? Sometimes life just was not fair!

Xena did not let Gabrielle and I enjoy the sight of her body for long as once she finished undressing she resumed her position over Gabrielle. This time she used her own skin to excite Gabrielle. With just the lightest of touch she rubbed her nipples and breasts across the breasts of the bard as her hands held Gabrielle’s arms above her head. I could feel Xena’s flesh respond to the touch with warmth and gooseflesh of its own. Hungrily, the bard sought out Xena’s mouth and Xena willingly gave it to her.

Their kiss spoke volumes to me. All of the emotions I had felt in Xena earlier—the longing, desire, love, disappointment—all manifest themselves in the hunger of that kiss. If anything, Gabrielle returned the warrior’s kiss with an unexpected fierceness. Xena was not the only one who regretted their missed opportunities in life.

It was Gabrielle that initiated the consummation of their love. Gently, she freed her hands from her warrior. With a firmness gained from years of adventures with the warrior, she rubbed her hands over Xena’s shoulders and back evoking soft moans of pleasure from Xena. Gradually she worked those hands down Xena’s body until she found herself stroking the skin of Xena’s thighs as they arched over her. With deft nudges of her hands and a soft request from her lips, Gabrielle enticed Xena to lift her body ever so slightly. Then she was inside the warrior. The suddenness of it drew a pleased gasp from Xena and mental gasp from myself. This woman was not to be denied. I found her boldness both shocking and arousing. Tara and I had a great sex life but I often felt that I initiated and controlled our lovemaking. Don’t get me wrong, Tara was a full participant and she knew just how to please me but we had a tender give and take to our lovemaking that I mostly directed. When Gabrielle penetrated Xena I found myself thrilled at her desire to take the warrior on her own terms.

Xena, it seemed, felt likewise. She gave in immediately to the will of Gabrielle. With a moan, she lowered her torso onto the chest of Gabrielle and lifted her hips up further so Gabrielle could better explore her depths. I could feel a drop of sweat coalesce on Xena’s chest and run down into the diamond shaped space between their breasts.

Gabrielle explored the warm, wet depths of Xena with the fingers of one hand. With smooth movements of her hand and hips she set a gentle rhythm to their lovemaking. I could feel the electricity and fire spread from Xena’s thighs into her back and belly. This was not going to take long. Xena’s desire had been in check so long that the barest touch from the bard had her on edge.

Xena sat up and arched her back as the electricity threatened to engulf her entire body. Unconsciously she began grinding her hips in a motion faster than Gabrielle’s. She was ready for release. I could tell by the desire in Gabrielle’s green eyes that she wanted Xena to have that release. Gabrielle took her free hand and wrapped it around the top of Xena’s hip so she could help drive the warrior onto her other hand. She used the thigh under Xena to add power to the strokes of her hand. She did not have to wait long. The warrior’s orgasm came quickly with waves of pleasure and electricity shuddering through her body. A long moan issued from Xena as the orgasm passed. I hoped that our dorm neighbors were either out still or sound sleepers or there was going to be some teasing questions for Tara and I in the morning.

After the waves of pleasure subsided, Xena lowered herself into Gabrielle’s embrace. Both were slick with the sweat of their efforts and I could hear Gabrielle pant from her effort. As the moments passed, I could hear Gabrielle’s breathing return to normal and through Xena’s chest I could feel the bard’s heart beat in unison with mine.

“I love you Xena,” Gabrielle whispered into my ear.

“I love you too,” Xena whispered back, “but do not think we are done yet.”

This time Xena took the initiative. Using her hands and her tongue she aroused the bard until her body shook with the waves of her own orgasm. The two of them would continue on for sometime. Like the man without water in the desert who stumbles upon an oasis spring, they seemed unable to quench their thirst for each other. I could only marvel at their stamina and take notes for my future use with Tara. I hoped that my Tara understood what was going on and was not frightened by it. I had a feeling that if anyone could make my shy girlfriend feel comfortable it would be Gabrielle. I had no doubt that they had had a long talk before Xena and Gabrielle had become preoccupied with other things. I bet Tara did not even stutter when thinking to the friendly bard.

I cannot tell you when Xena and Gabrielle left us. All I remember were their bodies intertwined as they made love to each other. Tara and I found ourselves naked and wrapped around each other the next morning when our alarm woke us up. I felt light and happy in the arms of my own lover but yet I felt somewhat ill at ease. Xena had revealed that I had a dark power in my soul. I could not help but wonder if I would be able to overcome it as she had. Luckily, I had already found my Gabrielle. I knew she would help me. A nibble on one of my ears roused me from my internal reverie.

“Vixen,” came Tara’s sulty voice into my ear, “what are you thinking?”

“Just wondering if Xena and Gabrielle are together now,” I replied somewhat truthfully.

“I am sure they are,” she replied. I started to extract myself from her arms. It was time to begin the school day and I did not want to be late for my first class. Tara’s grasp upon me remained firm as she resisted my efforts to get up.

“Willow,” I could see the mischief dance in her eyes, “if we skip breakfast we can get a quickie in before our first class.” She added a kiss to her request before starting her hands on a discovery tour over my body. It seemed she was not going to take no for an answer.

Yes, I thought, Tara was going to have many surprises for me.


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