Xena walked slowly down the stairs, feeling tingles from their last bout of passion between
her legs, appreciating the sensation of her toes sinking into the plush carpet. She felt like her whole body was enveloped in a sensual cloud, a pleasant feeling that traveled up and made her belly warm and flutter about.
*Am I setting myself up for another downfall?* She reflected sadly. Her steps took her to the rain speckled patio
doors, looking out at another sunny day turned stormy, uncaring if her naked body could be seen.
The waves crashed fiercely
against the vacant piers, creating a ragged wall of white against the dark gray sky.
She jumped a little when a lightning bolt hit so close she thought it had gone right through her.
She closed her eyes, her breath getting shallow, the rain and thunder bringing back
painful memories. It always did, and nothing she tried could erase what had finally led her to end up being a solitary gardener.
*Damn these cursed fools! Where do the think they're going?*
Xena turned from where she was watching their departure, on her way to the control room,
to see why her orders weren't being followed. They had barely
left port and the coming storm was no excuse for them being off course so soon. Her path
was suddenly blocked. Her motley crew threw silent angry scowls. Sensing something amiss, she opted
to stay quiet, wondering. The boat started rocking harder, the storm slowly creeping up on them. By general unspoken consensus, the wall of men split, an opening heading
in a different direction than where she had been going. Alert and wary
she proceeded cautiously. She stopped as she saw the figure bathed in shadows. Darphus was standing in the middle, a
smug look on his face, an evil glint in his eyes.
"Let me guess, were you on your way to see why we weren't
going following your orders?"
Xena took the time to slowly look around the room, noting how some of the men wouldn't look her in the eyes. The heavily guarded exits did not surprise her. Defiantly keeping her balance even though the ship was now rocking even harder, she turned ice blue eyes back to her First Officer.
"Well Xena, I'll save you the long walk. From now on, we're going where I want to go. Right men!" A chorus of grunts and general approval echoed throughout the cabin, temporarily drowning out the roar of the choppy sea. "You see, we think you're getting soft. We're pirates, Xena! Not the coast guard! Not here to save anyone, even if they are women. We're here for the loot, the money, the killing! My men...." Xena bristled visibly. "Yes, Xena. Myyy men," He emphasized, "Have decided I should be in command. They think I should lead them in their treasure hunt." Several men nodded their heads in approval. "Call this if you will.... Mutiny On The Bounty revisited."
*Mutiny! Oh god, no!* She looked out to sea, the waters were now extremely choppy, the storm that was heading their way closer still. That was the main reason she had decided they couldn't stay hidden by the rocks any longer.
"Yes, Xena." He laughed, spittle flying everywhere. "And now for the moment we've all been waiting for! Huh, men!" Darphus swung his arms wide as he
looked at his men, grinning evilly. "Right? How many of us have we seen our men
'walk the plank' as Xena so humorously used to put it." He
straightened up and pierced Xena with a look. "It's now your turn." He rasped.
Loud thunder penetrated the cabin, as if marking the judgement final.
Xena knew there was no surviving this. Drowning in this weather was inevitable.
Warm hands encircling her waist brought Xena out of her grim thoughts. Xena had a sudden desperate need to forget, to leave her past behind, to drown herself in the arms wrapped around her.
She turned around and brought her lips down hard, her rage surfacing as she vainly tried to dispel it. "Oh god, Gabrielle." She cried in anguish, in fear. Her mind struggled to come back to the present, to leave behind the memories of the sea as they tried to keep her down. Escape the repeated pounding her body received as it remembered being bounced against the rocks. The loneliness she had felt when she had found herself battered and broken on the shore, wondering why the sea hadn't finished taking its revenge.
Thunder boomed.
Her whole body was shaking and she knew she had to calm down or she would scare away her strength, her anchor to reality. But she couldn't stop. It was a desperate need to consume, to merge as she passionately embraced her lifeline.
Thunder boomed.
And then, sweet words drifted to her, amidst the roar of the rain hitting against the door, the sea crashing against the piers, the thunder roaring over and over.
"Xena, I'm here for you."
Xena pulled back slightly, locking onto green eyes.
"Let me chase your storm away ."
Xena read the sincerity. But also read fear, fear of the unknown, and trust. Gabrielle was prepared to fight her demons with her.
As permission was granted, the rage she had barely kept in check roared to life. Once again she lunged for the sweetest lips she has ever tasted, in wild abandon. She just let her emotions flow freely and held nothing back.
She felt the small body give as she pushed them both against the glass door. Trying to connect with the fury of the storm outside, to become one with it, to finally see if she could rid herself of the taunting ghosts of her past.
The blond woman moved against her, igniting her body beyond reason. She felt like she was getting consumed by a blazing inferno.
She gasped as she suddenly found herself outside with the storm, her body deliciously pelted by the pounding rain. She had been so busy devouring the small woman, she never noticed Gabrielle slide open the door. *She doesn't know, but she understands!* Xena marveled at how Gabrielle had known what to give her, what she needed, forcing her to face and overcome her demons.
Xena tilted her head back and gave out a piercing yell as if crying up to the heavens would ease the roaring in her head. Then she grabbed Gabrielle underneath her arms and lifted her up, feeling legs immediately wrap firmly around her. She moved them over and slammed the socialite against the house, mindlessly thrusting against her, wishing they could become truly one. Her lips, tongue, and hands were everywhere on the soft wet silky skin. Small hands and loud moans urged her on, demanding, encouraging.
Her dark hair was painfully griped and her ear brought against soft lips.
"Is this the best you can do,...gardener?"
Xena felt a sharp hard bite on her lobe and she screamed as the pleasure traveled down her body.
"Don't hold back, please. Give me a chance."
Her body burned despite the rain and Gabrielle's words started an eruption from the inside that slowly built as it neared the surface. She entered Gabrielle without thought, without hesitation, slamming her with all the pain and rage she felt inside, striving for her salvation, aching for the love that would help her overcome her storm.
Gabrielle's scream echoed through her body, and it responded. Xena hovered briefly, as she relished the blond's voice, reveling at its hoarseness, its wantonness. And then, an indescribable pain as she felt teeth puncture the skin of her neck, turning into incredible ecstasy, the rough sucking sensations filling her mind, the pleasurable grip that kept her head in place, the sounds of feeding filling her ears.
Her body let go.
Her scream came out as a guttural growl, hoarse, drawn out as the tall body convulsed again and again, against the smaller body pinned against the house, against her, releasing with her, for her, because of her.
They stayed entwined, panting, regaining their breath, letting the rain continue falling gently on them, no longer hard and pounding. The worst of the storm was over. Xena was finally free from the demons of the storm.
Flowers For The Gardener (part 7)
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