Title: Bonding
of Souls Part 3 of 5
Author:
CN Winters
Fandom:
Xena Fanfiction, Xena fanfic, Xena fan fiction, Xena and
Gabrielle fanfiction, Xena fiction
Rating: PG
to NC-17
Disclaimers:
The following story contains spoilers from season six episodes. It takes
place after my Changes of Heart series. You don’t
have to read it, but you might enjoy it. It’s an alt story,
which means women in love with women, so beware. These
characters belong to Ren Pics. I think that about covers it.
Synopsis: These
stories are accompaniments to the season six episodes of the Norse
Arc through You Are There.
Feedback:
Drop me a line at cnwinters71@yahoo.com.
Bonding of Souls
Part 3 of 5
CATCHING
UP (After the Norse Trilogy)
"Did you love
him?"
The question was
spoken so lightly that, even with her acute hearing, Xena
almost didn’t catch it. Her hand, that had just begun to
work it’s way to Gabrielle’s breast, came to a sudden
halt. The lips Xena was kissing just moments before were now
trembling.
"Did I love
him?" Xena repeated in a much clearer voice.
All she got was a
weak nod.
I thought we
went over all this earlier today.
Xena paused a moment and realized that in the bard’s mind
perhaps they didn’t. She asked if I slept with him, but
she didn’t ask if I loved him.
"The answer is no. I
didn’t."
Gabrielle gave
another nod and tried to pull Xena back to her for another
round of kisses. But Xena couldn’t comply. At least not yet
when she knew something was weighing on Gabrielle’s mind.
"Why do you ask?" the warrior posed.
"Curiosity,"
Gabrielle answered with a grin. A shaky grin at that. Xena
knew that the bard was trying very hard to get past her recent
nuptials... and not having much success.
"C’mere,"
the warrior whispered.
Xena rolled over
onto her back and pulled the covers over their naked bodies.
She opened her arms and the bard took the invitation by
snuggling into the warrior’s shoulders before giving a deep
sigh.
"I’m sorry
for ruining ‘the mood’," Gabrielle told her
sincerely.
"You have
questions that need answers, so this can wait," the
warrior answered with a sweep of her hand at the way they were
embracing each other. "What can’t wait is
putting your mind at ease, k?"
Xena could feel the
grin on her shoulder although she couldn’t see it. When
Gabrielle didn’t add more, the warrior continued.
"I didn’t
love him. I was grateful that he had found me. I was grateful
that he took care of me. And with no memory of myself, I
didn’t have much to depend upon."
"I’m not
blaming you, Xena," the bard remarked.
"I know
that," Xena said pausing to kiss the blonde crown under
her chin. "I just want you to realize that I agreed to
marry him because he offered. I agreed because he told me I
was this other person – that he and I had plans for our
lives. With no other memories, I guess I felt I had no choice
but to believe him. But the longer I stayed with him the more
memories would creep back. I couldn’t fall in love with him
Gabrielle because I think deep down I knew I loved you – or
at least someone else."
"What does
that mean? Someone else?" Gabrielle asked moving to her
elbow to look at Xena.
"I mean. I
didn’t think Hrothgar was my soulmate. It felt like there
was someone else out there for me, but I couldn’t quite put
my finger on it. And the nearer I got to the wedding day, the
more flashes of memory would come back to me. Images of you,
of the ring, other people we knew. I had events, I had faces,
but I didn’t know how to put it all back together... So
no, Gabrielle. I didn’t love him. And I certainly didn’t
care for him in the way I love you. I’ll never love anyone
the way I love you, my bard."
Gabrielle leaned up
and placed a slow burning kiss on Xena’s lips.
"Thank
you," she whispered.
"For tellin it
like it is?" Xena replied.
"For putting
my mind at ease," Gabrielle answered.
"My pleasure." Xena grinned. She felt the bard take each of
her hands in her own, pinning them to the bed as she straddled
her waist.
"Your pleasure,
huh?" Gabrielle replied, her voice so smoky, Xena found
it difficult to breath. "As you wish."
Xena was never
comfortable at first when it came to being ‘captured’ but
with the right inspiration she often gave up her need for
‘control’ and simply sank into the bard's domain, giving
the little blonde anything she requested. Xena, warrior
princess, destroyer of nations, 6 foot tall and 200 pounds of
muscle lay helpless under the 5 foot nothing, 130 at best,
battling bard of Poteidaia. And the warrior wouldn’t have it
any other way.
Gabrielle saw the
look in her warrior’s eyes and she knew – Xena was
offering her everything. Her trust, her heart, her soul. It
was all there for the bard without reservation. Marriage or no
marriage Gabrielle realized that Xena was hers, would always
be hers and nothing would change that. Gabrielle also knew
that she would live and die for this glorious warrior that lie
waiting beneath her.
The bard cocked her
head and examined her closer. Slowly a grin grew on the
warrior’s face.
"What?"
Xena finally whispered.
"Do you
realize how much I truly love you? Everything about you –
darkness and light?"
"If it’s
anything like I feel for you then yes, I do."
Gabrielle smiled
and stroked the warrior’s face that soaked up the attention
like a sponge in an ocean.
"So
beautiful," Gabrielle whispered. "So incredibly
beautiful."
"We have a lot
in common," Xena replied before kissing the fingers that
swept by her lips.
"Well
then," Gabrielle said with a husky sigh. "We must
look spectacular together."
"Ares said
he’d pay to see that," Xena replied.
Gabrielle stopped
kissing Xena’s earlobe she was working on and chuckled into
her shoulder instead. "Well, if we’re ever hard up for
cash-."
"We'll never be
THAT hard up I can assure you," Xena said as she chuckled
too.
They both calmed
down a bit and stared deeply at each other.
"I love you,
Xena."
"I love you,
Gabrielle."
Gabrielle’s face
wore a coy grin that Xena loved greatly. "Then show
me."
And show her she
did. Repeatedly.
~~~~~~~~~~
Spent, thirty and
hungry the duo decided to leave the quietness of their room to
travel downstairs to the noise of the tavern. Looks like
the rift raft haven’t moved on, Xena said making a
mental note.
"I think I’m
beginning to loose my appetite," the bard confessed.
After some chitchat
at the bar, Gabrielle could tell by that look in Xena’s eyes
trouble may lay ahead.
It never ceases to amaze me Gabrielle
thought. A lover one moment and a fighter the next. She
grinned inwardly. For as gentle as those hands were moments
ago I’m sure they’ll do some serious damage in this bar if
need be.
And sure enough, as
Gabrielle predicted, the fur began to fly. She found herself
reluctantly called to action and with a roll of her eyes she
jumped into the melee too. And as the last man fell she
realized...
I love this life.
DOWN
HOME (set after 'Old Ares Had A Farm').
Sidenote:
This was one of the stories read by Claire and Alex during
their triple
X show in Pasadena 2001
Xena had a grin as
they lead their horses down the path. The bard couldn’t
ignore it any longer.
"Okay, tell
me. What is it?" Gabrielle asked with a chuckle in her
voice.
"It’s
nothing." Xena smiled.
Gabrielle paused a
moment to examine Xena. The grin wasn’t leaving.
"No, it’s
something. What is it? Thinking about kissing Ares one last
time?"
Xena lost the grin
and did a double take. "Noooo," the warrior answered
indignant.
"Okay,"
Gabrielle conceded, satisfied that Xena was being truthful.
Still something was up and she didn’t let her eyes leave the
warrior.
Xena knew she’d
have to give an answer. "I was thinking bout you, me and
Ares in bed."
"Oh that’s a
lovely thought," Gabrielle answered sarcastically.
Xena did laugh out
loud at that reaction.
"You find that
funny?" Gabrielle prodded with a playful grin.
"It’s not
what you think," Xena sighed with a smile.
"Alright, Xena
– out with it."
Xena knew the time
to be cryptic had passed. "When we were in bed that night
you kinda forgot where you were."
"Meaning?"
the bard asked utterly confused.
Xena knew there was
no turning back now. She had to finish. "Well... You
rolled over and kinda... snuggled... with Ares."
"Bull SHIT !"
Xena laughed
heartily at the bard’s reaction. "No, really, you
did."
"I did?"
The bard looked truly horrified but Xena had to laugh in spite
of it. "And just what did I do?!"
"Well, let’s
just say that one hand landed on his forehead and the other...
well, let’s just say it landed farther south."
Gabrielle paused a
moment soaking up Xena’s words before she burst out
laughing. "You’re full of it! I did not!"
"Wanna go back
and ask Ares?" Xena challenged, pointing behind her
toward the farmhouse they just left.
Gabrielle quickly
realized Xena was being honest.
"Just how far
south?" she asked cautiously.
"All the way
to the Egypt, sweetheart," Xena chuckled.
Gabrielle closed
her eyes and her head hung back in total disbelief and
disgust.
"Oh Eli give me strength," she sighed.
Xena started to
laugh so hard she almost fell off her horse.
"I’m glad
I’m here to humor you," Gabrielle said as she took her
mare a few paces ahead of Xena.
"Gabrielle,"
Xena called out as she composed herself. The warrior picked up
her pace until she was beside the bard again. "You
didn’t know what you were doing. You were asleep. Hell, even
I rolled over and nuzzled into Ares."
"You
did?" Gabrielle asked.
"Yeah, but when
I felt the stubble I knew - this is not my bard. My bard is
not hairy," she chuckled.
"Well, you
think I would realize that MY WARRIOR doesn’t have that
‘equipment’," Gabrielle chastised herself.
"Not most
nights, but in that saddlebag back there we’ve got that-."
"Very
funny," Gabrielle answered, trying not to laugh.
Xena reached out
and gave Gabrielle a light ‘chuck on the shoulder’ that
eventually made the bard smile.
"What did Ares
do?" Gabrielle asked.
"He said he
was in Tartarus," Xena answered in deadpan.
Gabrielle threw her
head back and laughed. "Good," she answered. "I
finally found a way to get his goat."
"You got more
than his goat that night," Xena replied, earning her a
playful swat from the bard.
"Don’t
worry," Xena added, "I ‘extracted’ you before
anything happened. I mean you have a habit of cupping me
when-."
"Yeah, yeah. I
know," Gabrielle answered. "You don’t need to
explain." Gabrielle paused a moment. "Wait a second.
You mean Ares didn’t ‘remove me’? You did?"
"I think he
was in shock," Xena laughed. "And I wasn’t about
to let him get any ideas."
"Lookin out
for your bard, umm?"
"Always." Xena grinned.
"Well, I’ll
have to do something really special tonight to thank
you," Gabrielle answered in a sexy purr.
"Oh really?
And what did you have in mind?" Xena asked, a huskiness
coming to her voice with the arrival of her arousal.
Gabrielle wiggled
her eyebrows. "If we find an inn tonight... make sure
you bring in the saddlebags."
Xena quivered in
anticipation.
AMAZON
QUEENS (set after 'Dangerous Pray')
Xena and Gabrielle
lay curled up in the ‘make shift’ hut of straw and burlap.
The nation had changed so much in the last 25 years. What was
once a powerful village now consisted of scattered tents in a
forest.
"Hope it
doesn’t rain tonight," Xena remarked as she lie on her
back with the bard in her arms.
Gabrielle gave a
light chuckled. "Well, we’ve stayed in worse
conditions," she offered.
"Too
true," Xena remarked casually.
A quiet sigh came
from the bard.
"Feeling
okay?" Xena asked.
"Yes, just
thinking."
"About?"
"Melosa –
Ephiny – Chilapa – Margot – Varia... I’ve had the
queen’s mask for a lot of years and I’ve outlived all, but
one of the acting queens."
"Valaska."
Gabrielle rose and
looked over at the warrior confused. "You forgot Valaska,"
Xena added. "She was the queen too until you came back to
town."
"I’m not
sure if she counts." Gabrielle grinned.
"Well, from
where I was standing, inside Autolycus that is, she was very
much a queen until you arrived and caused her grief,"
Xena teased.
"I caused HER
grief?" the bard chuckled. Xena just smiled and scrunched
up her nose in playful gesture. "Well, we can joke about
it... now," the bard added.
Xena pulled the
bard back into her arms again. "In any case, it seems that
being an amazon queen shortens one’s life expectancy
drastically."
Gabrielle grinned
into the warrior’s shoulder.
"That’s just what I was
thinking... That, and the fact that Varia now has the
mask."
"Do you want
it back?" Xena asked. "By rights you could challenge
her for it."
"No,"
Gabrielle answered soundly. "But if the moment came, and I
had to challenge her for it, I would."
"You could
kill her?" Xena asked.
"Yes,"
Gabrielle replied, convinced of her answer. "I wouldn’t
want to. I’d try to reason with her. But if she gave me no
other choice then I would. What was that expression some wise
woman told me - ‘Wisdom before weapons’?"
"It’s true." Xena grinned.
"Yes, it is.
But sometimes talking gets you nowhere and you have to take
action. And if need be, I would."
Another brief
silence passed between them until Xena spoke. "Did anyone
ask you about Eve while I was gone?"
"You mean did
they interrogate me for setting our daughter free and
hightailing it out of town?" Gabrielle chuckled.
Xena just nodded.
"Nope,"
the bard answered. "I think they realized they had a much
bigger problem and enemy with Prince Whats-his-face to worry
about Eve or my role in her escape."
"Well, he was
a scary guy. No doubt about that," Xena answered.
"He scared
you?" Gabrielle asked sincerely.
"Well, not me
– I’m the warrior princess, remember?"
Gabrielle chuckled.
"How could I forget," she joked.
Xena smiled.
"No seriously. He didn’t scare me so much as
‘worry’ me. But once I had him figured out I realized it
was just a matter of time before I could defeat him. Lucky me,
that time came sooner than I expected. And I think I taught
Varia a little something - sometimes walking away from a
fight is the best way to win."
"Walking away
from a fight? Are you SURE you’re the warrior
princess?" Gabrielle teased.
"Should I get
naked so you can see the scars to prove it?" Xena asked
wiggling her eyebrows.
"If we had my
old queen hut I’d say yes but these quarters lack the
privacy. I’ll just have to take your word for it,"
Gabrielle answered, giving the warrior a light kiss on the
shoulder. "So what’s your opinion?" she added
after a bit of silence.
"About
what?"
"Varia."
She’s
hot headed, over reactive, dedicated to her sisters with a two
ton chip on her shoulder.
"She’ll make a good queen," Xena answered with a
grin.
"Really? I
think she’s too short tempered and reactionary myself. But
she does love her tribe, I’ll give her that. If only she’d
realize she can’t do it all on her own she’d do
alright."
Xena covered her
mouth to stop from laughing out loud as her body began to
shake.
"What’s so
funny?"
"You." Xena grinned down at the bard. "There was a time when we
were so opposite of each other. But to tell the truth, I was
thinking exactly what you just said. However, in light of all
that, I still think – with time – she’ll make a good
queen."
Gabrielle grinned
and snuggled deeper into Xena’s embrace.
"Guess we
really have come full circle, haven’t we?"
"Um hm,"
Xena answered.
The bard could tell
by the answer that Xena was getting sleepy. Her fingers began
to play with the ends of Xena’s hair. It was so soft and
smooth to the touch. And the smell – a mix of cinnamon and
vanilla – was wonderful. Gabrielle always loved how the
warrior smelled. She felt her arousal start to grow but she
pushed the thought aside. Tonight her warrior needed rest. It
had been a very long day and the warrior took her fare share
of hits today during the battle. Tomorrow, however, might be a
different story and Gabrielle looked eager to the
possibilities with a sly smile.
"Goodnight,
Xena," the bard whispered.
The reply she got
was a light snore.
Yep…Always
tomorrow.
TECHNICAL
DIFFICULTIES (set after 'You Are There')
Gabrielle’s head
shot out around the corner quickly look east then west, then
east then west.
"Is the coast
clear?" Xena asked.
"Yeah,"
the bard answered. "Now’s our chance! Go!"
The warrior and
bard darted out from their hiding place inside the tavern and
moved briskly out the front door.
"I think
he’s gone, Xena," the bard answered as they walked
quickly toward the wooded area. "I don’t know why we
just don’t stay at the tavern tonight."
"Well, I think
this is safer," Xena told him, "For us and for him.
Eli help him if he shows up with a spot light on our bedrolls
tonight."
"Another world
exclusive, huh?" Gabrielle answered.
Xena smirked.
"Something for that channel... What did he call it?
Playboy?"
Gabrielle chuckled.
"What a silly name, eh? Of all the reasons to use that
image stealing device of his, you’d think people would have
a better use than just sex."
"Sex can be
very wonderful to watch," Xena counted with a playful
smirk.
"Well, that’s
true," Gabrielle bashfully admitted. "But think of
all the wonderful, emotional stories you could tell instead
– the fall of Troy, the death of Caesar or Cleopatra... and
Sparticus!! Sparticus would make a GREAT story to tell
don’t you think! Epic chariot races, struggles within class
structures, a romantic love story."
"I’m sure
you’d know just where and how to use that viewer thingy that
Nigel’s buddy was carrying around, wouldn’t you?" Xena
chuckled.
"Of course. I
mean just think about how you could open the story of Troy. A
pan around the room until you see a beautiful woman but you
realize that the viewer thingy isn’t on Helen – it’s her
reflection you’re seeing and you show her looking at herself
in a mirror as she slowly becomes despondent and you have to
wonder - What makes a woman so beautiful that unhappy? Then
you start to tell the story-."
"I’ve lived
the story," Xena reminded her.
"Of course you
did and I’D make sure to include you. Of course I’m
not sure if folks would think Helen was all that beautiful
compared to you," the bard answered affectionately,
wrapping her arm around the warriors.
Xena chuckled.
"Oh you don’t have to play up to me, Gabrielle. I’ve
already decided you’re gonna get lucky tonight."
The bard slapped
the warrior arm putting on an offended demeanor. "I
wasn’t ‘playing up’ to you," Gabrielle answered.
"You know I think you’re the most beautiful woman in
the world – strongest, quickest... great in the
bedroll."
"Great in the
bedroll? You make it sound soooo romantic," Xena teased.
"Well, that’s
better than saying you’re the best lay in any village,"
Gabrielle retorted.
Xena began to
laugh, her shoulders rolling. "That’s very true... So
tell me director Gabrielle, what do you see for tonight?"
"No lights, no
camera and lots of action."
When Xena didn’t
reply Gabrielle looked up to her for a response.
"Yep,"
Xena finally said, "If Nigel shows up tonight - he’s a
dead man."
Continue
to Part
IV
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