Title: Conversations
by Campfire Part 4
Author:
CN Winters
Fandom:
Xena Fanfiction, Xena fanfic, Xena fan fiction, Xena and
Gabrielle fanfiction, Xena fiction
Rating: R
- NC-17
Disclaimers:
The characters in this fan fiction are not mine. They belong to MCA/Universal/USA Studios and about a dozen other folks who I’m sure are making tons upon tons of money – unfortunately I am not one of them. This little tale contains adult themes and language and involves (you guessed) a love tale of two women.
Author
Note: This story takes place around the Season Four episode Daughter of Palarma.
Synopsis: Xena
and Gabrielle take a greater step to being lovers.
Feedback:
Drop me a line at cnwinters71@yahoo.com.
Conversations by
Campfire Part 4
Xena looked stoic
as ever has she sat running the whetstone the length of her
blade - cool, calculated, even strokes moving up and down.
Gabrielle never seemed to tire while watching the warrior
perform her nightly ritual. Even if her sword didn’t see any
action, the warrior made it part of her evening routine.
The warrior looked
up from her task when she heard the heavy sigh of her
companion. Gabrielle casually tossed the scroll to the side,
giving a yawn. She wiped her eyes as if to will herself to
stay awake.
"You look
tired, Gabrielle," the warrior commented. "Why
don’t cha get some sleep?"
"I do feel a
little bit worn down, but it’s more than that,"
Gabrielle answered as she rolled up the parchment.
"What’s
wrong? Still worried about the incident with your
family?" Xena replied, putting aside her sharpening duty
to move closer to the bard.
Gabrielle loved her
parents. But their less than civil response when they learned
of the growing love affair between her and the warrior
saddened and infuriated her all at once. The reactions she got
crept into both of their thoughts from time to time. Xena
never wanted to come between Gabrielle and her kin but as sure
as she breathed she didn’t want to part with the bard
because of them.
"Actually,
no," Gabrielle answered breaking into Xena’s rambling
thoughts, "I haven’t thought about that all day."
Xena crunched her
eyebrows. "Well, what is it then, Sweetheart? You can
tell me."
Gabrielle
considered the question. She closed the inkbottle and put the
quill aside. "I can’t seem to write, Xena. I haven’t
ever since..."
The far off look in
Gabrielle’s eyes worried Xena.
"Since
when?" the warrior asked impatiently.
Gabrielle carefully
packed her belongs in the saddlebag.
"Since
Hope," she answered in a whispered voice. She wasn’t
sure why but she felt ashamed by her answer.
Xena for her part
felt angry - not at the bard, but at the child of Dahak. How
much more conflict and pain was that ‘child’ going to
inflict on the bard? She was gone - Xena was certain - but her
time on earth left Gabrielle, perhaps both of them, scarred
for the rest of their lives. Xena was unsure of how to reply
to the confession.
"You will
write again, Gabrielle. I know it. With all you’ve been
through... it just takes time," Xena answered trying to
comfort the bard.
"I’m not
sure, Xena," the bard protested softly. "The stories
are there, but they seem trapped - hindered in some way...
I’m so LOST sometimes like I’m just going through the
‘motions’. Days pass - time moves on. But I don’t feel
anything changing for me."
Xena sighed the
bard’s name - part in frustration for being unable to help -
and in anger. They had stopped Dahak’s arrive into the world...
but at what cost? The warrior stroked the bard’s smooth
cheeks, struggling for a starting place.
"What can I do
to help?" Xena asked.
Gabrielle grinned.
Xena was so sweet, so caring. It was a side to her that not
many people, if anyone, had ever truly seen. She felt proud
that she could bring this wonderful side out in the warrior.
"I wish I
knew," she said sincerely. Both women paused for a moment
until Gabrielle cleared her throat. "I was considering
perhaps traveling with you."
"Don’t we
already travel together?" Xena grinned.
"Yes, but what
I had in mind would take us far from Greece. Back at the
village a man talked of India. He said it’s a wonderful
place to find your soul. I think that’s what I need because
some days Xena... it feels like I’ve lost mine."
Xena thought her
heart might break. "Oh, Gabrielle, please don’t doubt
that you have a soul. You have one of the most caring, pure
souls I’ve ever known."
Gabrielle chuckled
at the way Xena would put her on a pedestal.
"Perhaps. But
all I know is that something is missing. I’m at a place in
my life where I always wanted to be. I’m on the verge of
being your lover. People recognize me as ‘the warrior
bard’ in taverns. I have everything I ever wanted -
everything I ever dreamed of as a child - but there’s a part
of me that feels so empty."
"Then India it
is," Xena said without hesitation.
Gabrielle chuckled
again, "Just like that - we’re off to India?"
"Why
not?" Xena replied. "You want to find yourself. And
if you think this will help you do that you have my full
support. You’ve spent all these years following me while I
searched for my place in the world. Perhaps it’s time that
you lead us for awhile."
Gabrielle
considered what the warrior was offering and she had to smile.
"Come
on," the warrior said, taking off her boots,
"Let’s get some rest, okay?"
Gabrielle yawned
her consent and once Xena was safely nuzzled in the bedrolls
did she join her. Gabrielle let out a long sigh, after
snuggling in next to the warrior, that didn’t go unnoticed.
"Relax,
Sweetheart," Xena coaxed the bard. "Everything will
work out. You’ll see. I promise."
Gabrielle moved her
head just a slight bit and kissed Xena’s collarbone
affectionately. Xena released a sigh of her own as a result.
One of contentment and arousal.
Soon, Gabrielle
felt the need to add another kiss and then another. Xena
shifted herself down so she could be face-to-face. It seemed
like hours as they silently looked into each other’s eyes
although in truth it was just a matter of seconds.
"I love you so
much, Gabrielle," the warrior said stroking the bard’s
cheek. "I’d give you the world if I could."
"All I need is
you," the bard answered. "You are my world."
The admission
unleashed Xena’s long held passion and she kissed the bard
for all she was worth. Gabrielle returned in spirit all the
desire that Xena was showing. And the way Xena was sucking her
tongue as they kissed made her lightheaded. She had
experienced passion with Najara, but the feeling was nothing
like this.
Somehow, she
couldn’t say exactly HOW, but Gabrielle ended up straddling
the warrior’s waist. She leaned over Xena and the bard’s
long hair tickled the warrior’s cleavage. Gabrielle watched
the warrior lick her lips and swallow hard at the sight before
her.
Xena had waited
long enough.
She had waited long
enough.
And with one quick
tug Gabrielle pulled her tunic up and over her head.
All that remained
was her bosom wrap and in a matter of moments Xena took the
gift that was being offered and pulled the material down
exposing the bard’s full breasts. The warrior rose taking a
nipple in mouth, her lips and tongue and teeth teasing it to
attention. When Xena was satisfied with the reaction she went
to the other, giving it the same treatment.
Gabrielle’s
fingers worked their way into Xena’s hair pulling her
closer, fueling both their growing fires. The tugs to her
nipples shot straight down to her sex and Gabrielle felt
herself growing wetter by the moment. Finally, she could take
no more of the loving treatment. She pulled away and saw the
hurt and confused look in Xena’s eyes. But soon enough
Xena’s eyes lit up again as she watched Gabrielle discarding
the wrap for good and going to work on her skirt. Once that
task was finished, she went to her britches.
"No,"
Xena pleaded softly. "Leave them... For now."
With a coy grin,
Gabrielle did as Xena requested. She watched as the warrior
worked her way out of her leathers and her shift. Raising her
hand, Xena brought the bard back down to the sleeping furs.
Quickly, Xena’s fingers slid through the sides of
Gabrielle’s hair, bringing her face forward for a searing
kiss. Gabrielle moaned at the intensity of it.
The amazon pulled
back for a moment to catch her breath. "Gods, I feel like
I’m on fire," she muttered before going back for
another melee of kisses. Her skin tingled at every light
caress that Xena’s fingertips provided. All the years of
waiting and wanting and hoping were coming together in this
one moment. It was overpowering. So much so that the amazon
began to cry.
Xena felt the sobs
against her neck that Gabrielle had be skillfully kissing just
a moment before.
"Shh,"
the warrior said stroking her hair. "It’s alright if
you’re not ready," she offered.
Gabrielle raised
her head to focus on Xena, her eyes still wet with unfallen
tears. Gently, she stroked the warrior’s face, soaking up
the features she’d pined over for so long.
"It’s
okay," Xena added when Gabrielle still hadn’t replied.
"I’m
fine," Gabrielle answered after a few moments of silence.
"I’m just a bit overwhelmed, at the moment... I love
you so much, Xena... And the only thing that frightens me is
doing something like I did in that village."
Xena distanced
herself a bit from the bard, moving into a sitting position,
but staying connected by holding Gabrielle’s hands.
"What are you talking about Gabrielle? We helped two set
of people come together for the first time in history.
What’s wrong with that?"
"Since you put
it that way…. nothing," Gabrielle answered. "But I
made two set of parents compete for a child’s love. I made a
child chose whom she wanted to make her life with... it was an
error in judgment that broke a lot of hearts. Can’t you see?
I don’t want to make another error and break yours too...
What if you decide we were better off as friends? What if I
let you down again at time when you need me most?"
Xena grinned and
shook her head. She pulled the bard close, kissing the top of
her head affectionately.
"Gabrielle,"
she whispered. "When you love and when you care... you
always run the risk of getting hurt. I’m willing to take
that chance because the pay-off in doing it is soooo great it
outweighs everything else... And like I said... I didn’t see
that child choosing. I saw two nations come together with a
common link. She’ll have both parents - both nations that
will love her... We did good, Sweetheart."
Gabrielle gave a
small grin and nodded her head but she still didn’t make eye
contact with the warrior. Not until Xena hooked her chin with
gentle fingertips.
"I love you
Gabrielle and I have faith... We’ll face difficult times,
but we’ll face them together and we’ll be stronger in the
end. I promise."
Xena pulled
Gabrielle into another embrace and carefully escorted her to
the bedrolls. "Let’s just go to sleep tonight, okay?
We’ll let ‘nature take its course’ some other night.
You’ve been through a lot lately and I don’t think we
should add more to it at this point."
"I don’t
want you to think I’m a tease," Gabrielle said
sincerely.
Xena laughed out
loud in response. At first, the bard felt offended, but had a
grin soon enough upon realizing how ridiculous that statement
sounded. Soon she too was chuckling. When Xena regained some
composure she gave the bard a tight squeeze against her.
"Trust
me," Xena replied. "You are far from a tease. A
tease doesn’t enjoy my kisses as much as you do... It will
happen, Gabrielle. Let’s give it time."
Gabrielle sighed
into the warrior’s shoulder. "Thank you," she said
softly.
"For
what?"
"For being
you."
Xena could feel the
bard’s smile upon her shoulder. "Thank you for loving
‘me’," the warrior answered.
"Well, you are
pretty wonderful," Gabrielle said playfully poking Xena
side.
"We’ll see
if you still feel that way after I spend my time take notes
while you kick butt," she teased.
"You’re not
really gonna hold me to that, are you?" Gabrielle asked
with mock concern.
"Ohhhh, you
can count on it little bard. Or should I say… little
warrior? After all, I’m trading my sword for a quill
tomorrow."
That earned the
warrior a poke to the ribs that made her chuckle.
Gabrielle chuckled
as well, burying closer to the warrior. "I love you,
Xena."
Xena sighed in
contentment. Her arousal had subsided and she was being
overtaken by the glow of simply having the bard near her
whispering endearments.
"I love you to
Gabrielle."
Moments later, both
woman brought a long day to a close.
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