Title: Loss
of Virginity
Author:
CN Winters
Fandom:
Xena Fanfiction, Xena fanfic, Xena fan fiction, Xena and
Gabrielle fanfiction, Xena fiction
Rating: R
Disclaimers:
These characters belong to Universal and I’m not trying to offend. Just trying to be creative. There’s a lotta love and a little sex between two women (ohh you know who) so if you not 18 or older, come back at a later date. And if this is illegal where you live, why are you living there anyway? Move and read my story.
Synopsis: One
of our gals reflects on their first time.
Feedback:
Drop me a line at cnwinters71@yahoo.com.
Loss of
Virginity
I know you came here for a
story. You want to know where, when, why and who. I know I
said I’d tell all but I’m not real comfortable with it.
I’m not sure that I want this story to be told secondhand. I
like to tell my own stories, and I do it rather well – not
as often as I like though. My companion and I travel a lot of
the time. To look at me you’d never think I’m a
storyteller in my heart of hearts. And you’d think one
adventure after another would be thrilling but sometimes
it’s a real pain.
We had to put off our
anniversary celebration one year to save a village from
slavers. But even that wasn’t too bad because it made us
feel nostalgic -the saving of a village from slavers is how we
met. So all in all, the silk sheets, sweet smelling flowers
and bottles of fine wine I prepared for my love wasn’t a
total waste. They went to good use although it was a day
later.
I’ve often fantasized
about settling down in a small town somewhere, giving up the
road and all it’s headaches – a soft, warm bed as opposed
to the hard, cold ground sounds pretty good at times. I know,
however, that my love still has her wander lust. She may
always have it. And as long as she’s at my side that’s
okay with me. I’d travel to the ends of the earth for her.
To tartis and back if she asked. I’d do it for love and
because I know she’d do the same for me.
But that’s not why
you’re here. You want the scoop. Okay. . . .
It actually started quite
innocently. We’d been travel for over three years together.
We were the best of friends. I tried to protect her as well as
I could but she always resisted it. She always had to be
strong and PROVE herself to me.
We went through a difficult
year before we decided to blur the line between love and
friendship. But the whole experience made us stronger. I could
get into the exacts of the story but that would take too long.
Just know that all of humanity was thrown in our faces and we
managed to stay standing, together as one. It was shaky, very
shaky but we survived and it made our love stronger –
stronger than I ever imagined possible.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes.
It started out innocent. We had just faced down another foe,
content with ourselves in the fact we were victorious. It was
a warm night so we washed our clothes and decided to let them
dry over night. But before settling into bed she suggested we
go for a swim and get washed up.
Now keep in mind, I spent
months, even before the ‘rift’ that threatened to destroy
us, watching this woman with eager eyes. I often wondered if
she could feel me watching her, imagining how it would feel to
touch her. She does have many skills and I often wondered if
she had eyes in the back of her head (she could always tell
what I was doing). Anyway, after all we had gone through, we
had finally become physical again. Not in a sexual sense. We
were never sexually physical but we often hugged, caressed and
even kissed. The contact only lasted for seconds and was
always interpreted as a friendly nature. But as time went on
my thoughts grew more erotic.
It was an odd experience for
me. I was never attracted to women in the physical sense.
I’ve known some beautiful women, some who propositioned me
but it never felt right. But with my love. . .with my dear
sweet love. . .to not want her, to not desire her felt wrong.
She was everything I ever wanted in a soulmate. I was totally
drawn. And that night by the river everything changed.
But I’m getting ahead of
myself aren’t I? Okay. She suggested a swim. It was harmless
enough. We did it quite often. Once stripped of our garments I
watched her perfect, toned body break the surface of the water
as she dove head first. When she reemerged the water droplets
trickled down her beautiful face, landing on her lovely
breasts.
"Well," she
replied from the river. "Are you coming in or not?
Don’t make me come get you," she ordered.
I just love it when she gets
authoritative. It starts my blood racing through my veins,
making my skin tingle.
"We wouldn’t want
that now. . .would we?" I replied softly. Quickly I dove
in too but I stayed under the surface until I reached her
legs. With a quick tug I pulled with all my might, sending her
below with me.
I rose up expecting to find
her but she hadn’t surfaced. I felt below the water but she
was no longer there. Panic racked my body and I desperately
searched with my hands. Suddenly she burst up beside me,
coughing and spitting the water from her lungs. She wheezed
when she tried for her first breath of air and I held her
close trying to make her relax.
"Oh gods," I
apologized once her breathing returned to normal. "I’m
so sorry. I thought you were expecting that."
"Never saw it
coming," she croaked.
Suddenly I realized we were
dripping wet, our hearts threatening to pound out of our
bodies (not to mention we were tightly rapped around each
other). In spite of my sorrow, I still couldn’t help but
feel aroused. Somehow my fingers found the courage to trace
her delicate features of her feminine face. That’s the thing
about my love – she can look innocent and pure one minute
and powerful and determined the next. The look that played on
her eyes as I held her, caressed her, was none of these,
however. The look I saw was passion and deep desire.
Before I had the chance to
second guess myself my lips captured hers. Now as I’ve said
we’ve kissed. . .but never like this. My lips burned from
the contact yet craved even more. Now remember, I’ve never
made love to a woman before. Never even kissed a woman but
that moment, as she stood in my arms in that warm lake, it
felt so natural. At first, I must confess, I was a bit worried
of how she’d react. However, when I felt her tongue force
through my closed lips, fighting for entry, my fears were put
to rest. And once that fear was gone. . .I melted. I melted in
that tender embrace.
Her hands caressed my
breasts like a lover of many summers. She had experience. That
was obvious but I wasn’t sure if I was happy or a bit
unnerved by that fact. I mean I was glad she would know what
to do but I was also concerned I wouldn’t measure up to her
past ‘loves’. She, as always, could sense my distress.
"What is it my
darling?" she asked. Oh that voice. How I love that
voice. I told her my fears and she reassured me. "Yes. I
have been with a few women before but I’ve never been truly
in love. Not like this. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted
and I feel truly blessed that I’ve found you."
I felt myself start to cry,
thinking of the first time we met. "You did find me
didn’t you? You saved me that day. And so many days since. .
.Gods I love you."
She moved closer and began a
gentle assault on my neck and earlobe. I felt her hot breath
tickle me; inspire me. "Xena," she whispered.
"I love you too. . .And you’ll always have my
heart."
Gabrielle and I walked back
to the shore hand in hand. She laid me down on the sand and
loved me unlike anything I ever experienced before. Every
touch, every lick, every nibble brought me closer to Elysia
than I ever dreamed possible. And she has taken me to Elysia
every night since.
I know when you’ve been
with someone awhile the fascination is supposed to wear off.
Desires, they say, cool, getting replaced by a deepening love.
All I can say is it’s been 10 years since that night we made
love for the first time and my wetness still grows when I hear
her coo my name.
To me Gabrielle is the bard
I always hoped to be but never had the courage to try. She’s
my protector – from my foes and even myself. She’s the
woman who could get me to hang up this sword, trading it in
for a plow for our farm (Gods as the years go by that bed
sounds better and better). And she’s still the woman I would
give my life to save. Because I realize without her my life
would be meaningless.
So I sing of Gabrielle - the
girl I met and the woman I love.
The End
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