John sat facing out the window, hands steepled in front of him, brow scrunched as if seemingly deep in thought. The sound of the door opening, stilled his tapping fingers.

"There’s a woman outside who says she has something to tell you about your wife."

A loud sigh was heard. "Bring her in."

Anna walked in, taking in the plush surroundings. ‘How can that Gabrielle tramp give all of this up?’

One of the men already in the room physically escorted her to a chair. Nervously, she sat down, staring at the tall leather backed chair, wondering if someone was there, waiting for her to start speaking. Anna fidgeted, questioning if she was doing the right thing.

"I hear you have something to tell me about my wife."

The sudden disembodied voice startled her.

"Y..yes. I feel us people in the higher circles should stick together and weed out the gold diggers."

The chair swiveled. "Oh really." Piercing brown eyes bore into her. "So you’re saying that people like yourself, Miss…"

" Anna, please call me Anna."

"Anna," his smile didn’t touch his eyes. " are of the same caliber as me?"

The aging woman paled at the implication. This was not going according to plan. "What I meant was people with the money should protect it from those that want to take it away."

"I see."

The chair swiveled back towards the window.

"What is this information you have, Anna?"

Click.

Anna jumped at the foreign sound behind her. She looked back toward either side of her. But the men stood motionless. She turned back when she heard the sound of rustling papers coming from the chair. He had turned back around.

"Anna, I am a very busy man, I don’t have time to sit here to offer you tea and biscuits and chat about who wore what with the wrong color shoes."

"Hehe." The woman wiped her handkerchief across her forehead. "I do apologize, sir." She gulped hard. "I do believe your wife is having an affair." She rushed quickly.
"I have the address where she last went to for her rendezvous." Ana leaned back, finally breathing, feeling relieved now that it was out.

"Kill her."

She dumbly registered the words and caught movement out of the corner of her eye. "Wait!" She screamed, frantically getting to her feet. "Wh… What are you doing?"

Both men were now right behind and beside her.

"Anna, I appreciate the tip, however, I despise snitches, and as you say, we the elite have to weed out the undesirables. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a wife and lover to kill."

Anna felt her arms roughly taken and she started struggling.

Please, wait! Wait!" She looked back and forth at the grim men. "I’ll give you money." The gun came into view and she felt her bladder let go. Tears of terror and now humiliation streaked her wrinkled face.

John calmly looked at the report he had in his hand. It had the address of the last place his wife had used her credit card. The handsome man closed his eyes and smiled. Soon.

Xena felt herself wake up with a silly grin on her face. Turning to her side, she pulled the blond woman towards, eagerly seeking soft pink sleepy lips.

Gabrielle responded, turning the kiss into a smile.

Both women hugged fiercely.

Green eyes lovingly stared into blue, letting all her emotions show.

"Hey, can I tell you something silly?"

Gabrielle scrunched her forehead, wondering what could the woman be thinking that she considered silly. "Sure, love. You can tell me anything." The socialite whispered. "I love you."

"The gardener took a deep breath and gave her a childlike smile. "I like the way you smell when you sleep."

Of all the things Gabrielle expected from Xena, that certainly wasn't it. "Uh, thank you." She looked sideways. "I think."

Xena laughed heartily and hugged her lover again.

The gardener’s laugh sounded like music, and Gabrielle couldn’t help but join in.

"I love you, baby."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

The hugging turned to slow kisses, which turned to sensual caresses, which turned to heavy breathing and moaning.

A summer breeze swept them both.

Gabrielle couldn't help herself. She felt wanton as she moved her hips. Being on top made her feel powerful, in control. A strong grip on her shoulders brought her down.

"I want to hold you here." Came out as a raspy sound.

She felt herself about to let go. But how? She marveled at how much pleasure she was getting just from loving Xena. Just from feeling the damp skin beneath hers, from hearing the moans her touches caused, the tight hold on her body as Xena neared her climax. She wished she could be inside of her, to feel what Xena was feeling. She wished, 'cause she needed to make sure that she was giving Xena every ounce of ecstacy that she could.

"Gabrielle...oh gabri...ugh ugh."

Gabrielle had no choice but to fall over as she felt the contractions around her fingers, felt the sudden languid movement that she now knew indicated her beloved had reached her peak, and the trembling of the body as it crested.

It was beautiful, knowing how much this incredible woman could let go just to let her in. It was the power of love.

Neither were aware of the danger that had started brewing.