Xena got lost in her nightly ritual of sharpening her sword. It was a welcomed comforting routine in the evenings that consisted of her bard writing and the cooking of dinner that signaled the end of the day, a time to regroup. Sensing movement across from her, she looked up in time to see Gabrielle heading towards her with a determined look on her face. She briefly wondered what the bard was writing that would cause such an expression and make her the current target.

The warrior smiled up at the blond as she reached her, still wondering what the bard was up to. However, the smile was quickly erased when the sword was unceremoniously taken away from her hands and before she knew what was going on, she felt warm hands cupping her face and incredible soft and sweet lips firmly attach themselves to hers.

The dark haired woman had no clue what was going on, but she wasn’t about to complain about her good fortune. She gasped when she felt an inquisitive tongue on her lips. As if the gasp was what it was looking for, the tongue quickly entered her mouth and started a delicious battle with her own. Xena’s senses were reeling as she feebly circled the arms that were in front of her. She had no clue what in hades was going on, but she was thoroughly enjoying it and she didn't want it to stop.

Just as she was about to grab Gabrielle to sit her down and bring her closer, the pleasant contact disapperared. Xena moaned in disappointment and sat back, breathing heavy and feeling very light headed.

Without another word, the bard straightened up, walked back over to the other side, picked up the scroll she had been working on and continued writing.

"Uh, ...Gabrielle, ...is there something you would like to share with me?" Xena croaked out. She wasn't sure what to feel but her body was standing at attention and her vision was blurred. How could the smaller woman walk away from giving her one of the best kisses she’d ever gotten?

"Hm?" Gabrielle looked up, a nonchalant look on her face like it was every day that she kissed Xena passionately. "Oh, that. Hehe. It was for research." The blond head looked back down and continued writing. "I hope you didn't mind."

"Research? You’re writing about kissing me?" Intrigued, the tall woman stood up and walked over to the other side.

Still not looking up, the bard continued. "Well, I wanted to try my hand at writing erotica. And you know what they say, ‘write what you know’." Gabrielle kept on writing.

Xena sorta sat there not sure of what to think or what else to ask. "What does writing erotica have to do with kissing me?" She asked, try to discreetly peer at what was already written.

"Well, I’m writing about you kissing someone and I wanted to describe it exactly. You know, the feel of your tongue, your motions, taste, that sorta thing." Gabrielle turned green eyes toward her. "I already know what it’s like to drown in the beauty of your eyes and..."

"You think my eyes are beautiful?" Xena interrupted softly.

"How can I not! Gods, what a silly question." The small warrior shook her head. "Anyway, I wanted to describe how you kissed. It was legitimate research don't you think." The bard looked back down at her writing, not waiting for an answer.

"So what did you write about my kissing?" This time, Xena leaned closer, desperately trying to see what had been written. "Did you write it was good?"

"Hey, it’s not done yet." The bard quickly moved the scroll away from her. "You can’t read it."

"Aw, come on. You give me one of the most passionate kisses of my life and you’re telling me I can’t read what you thought about it?"

"You thought it was the most passionate?" The bard asked in a very soft shy voice, not looking at the warrior.

Xena reached out and gently swung Gabrielle’s face around. "It was so passionate, I thougtht I was going to melt into a puddle." She whispered.

Both women just sort of looked at each other. Rampant thoughts circling around their heads at the implications of what was being said. The air was charged around them, each noting the sounds of the night forest around them, the crackling of the fire, the way the shadows moved over each other’s features. The beauty and love that was easily seen in each others eyes.

"So..." Xena smiled, a certain twinkle showing in her eyes. "What did you write about my kiss?" She moved a little closer to the bard.

Gabrielle raised a hand and softly cupped Xena's cheek "I wrote about how good you tasted, and the velvet feel of your tongue as it slid against mine, the feel of your breath on my face..." Gabrielle trailed off in a quiet voice.

Xena audibly gulped. "Uh, okay." Xena felt the cool night air turn considerably warm and suddenly felt shy and uncertain. She looked down to her hands. "I think I'll just go to bed now." She wasn’t too sure she wanted to know more.

"Sure." The bard went back to writing. "I'll just finish writing about the ecstasy the other woman felt and then I'll join you."

Xena squeaked. "Other woman!"

"Shh! I can't concentrate."

The warrior just laid down without another word. 'It's gonna be a long night.'

Morning finally came and for once it was an unhurried one. They had no place to be so they were just lounging around the campsite, doing various simple chores. In the relaxed state Xena was in, she took the time to admire Gabrielle's beauty as she continued to work on her scroll. The highlights from the sun, the muscles flexing as her hand worked in smooth motions. However, thinking about the passionate kiss from the previous night, got her all warm and energized again.

"Gabrielle, want to go for a swim?" Xena blurted out. She was startled a bit when the bard suddenly jumped up from the log and threw aside the scroll. "That's an excellent idea.!" And without any further hesitation, she took off all her clothes and ran towards the water.

'You know, ever since she started writing that damn erotica, she's been acting awfully weird.' Thought the warrior as she stood stunned into inaction.

"Xena, are you expecting an engraved invitation?" She turned around and faced the warrior indignantly. Waiting for a response, she walked towards the edge till the water reached her thighs.

'Great, me and my brilliant ideas.' Burning up even more from the little display, she reluctantly undressed and ran towards the bard.

Xena sliced through the water and came up in front of Gabrielle. She almost went back under when a hot mouth firmly attached itself to a nipple. Her nipple. The assault was too much for her and she arched towards the bard and moaned out loud. She pulled Gabrielle towards her as she felt small fingers grip her other nipple, pulling and twisting. Xena truly felt like she was drowning, drowning in arousal.

"Does this feel good, Xena?" The bard asked, as she switched, giving warm and equal attention to the other breast.

"Oh Gabrielle." The warrior moaned. "Yes, it feels sooo good."

"Thanks!"

Xena suddenly felt deprived of all sensation. When she opened her eyes, she was alone. She briefly wondered if she was suffering from heatstroke and was imagining things. Looking over her shoulder, she saw a naked wet bard furiously writing. 'Ok, so I was not imaging things.' Walking slowly out of the water to her clothes, she tried to speak. It was not an easy feat. "Gabrielle, what…"

"Shh! Give me a minute."

The dark haired woman sat next to the busy bard, leaning over slightly trying to look at what she had written so far. "Are you trying to tell me that was more research?"

"Well of course." Gabrielle put the scroll down and walked away to get dressed, leaving behind a very confused warrior. She gave the flustered woman a delicious view as she bent down to retrieve her things. "I wanted to experience first hand what it would feel like to touch and suck breasts. Plus, I wanted to see how a woman reacted." She looked up at Xena and gave her an innocent smile. "It's not like I get much action, you know."

"I see." Was all the warrior could say. Rattled, she too started dressing.

"Right. Oh by the way, do all women's breast taste as good as yours or is it just you?"

Sitting back down hard on the log, Xena opened her eyes wide. "Uh….um...some taste better than others." She couldn't look at the bard anymore. Gabrielle looked way too good just standing there in her skirt, one hand holding her top, the other on her hip. "You think my breasts taste good?" She asked in a shy voice. She didn't receive an answer. Instead, a rush of wind brought her head back up only to have her come face to face to a chest. Gabrielle's chest to be exact. Before she could react, faint, or even fall backwards, her head was being guided.

"Taste me, Xena. Tell me how my breasts taste." She could hear Gabrielle asked quite nonchalantly from up above.

Her deliecious scent overwhelmed the warrior's senses. Not giving it another thought, she licked and sucked at the gifts being offered, getting lost, drowning. She didn't understand what was going on, but she was defenseless to fight it.

"Mmmm, you taste so good." Xena moaned, switching over to the other side, drawing the bard closer to her as she sucked harder.

Just as quickly, her mouth was suddenly empty and her tongue was wiggly in mid air. This time, with nothing to anchor her, she did react, and she did fall backwards. Xena laid there, feeling quite undignified as her feet hovered in the air. She desperately tried to catch her breath and get her orientation. She brought her feet down and peered over the log. Gabrielle was calmly sitting down again, writing away. Thank the gods her top was back on.

This time, she wasn't gonna even say a word. Once again, she undressed and silently headed back toward the water.

Lying on her bedroll, Xena contently looked up at the night sky. The morning had started out a little rough, with Gabrielle's antics and all but once she had cooled down, and ridden the excess energy off, everything had been fine. 'Lazy days can be good.' She smiled to herself, almost overwhelmed by the feeling of love she had for the blond woman who had shown her how to appreciate such a day. With love and affection, she looked over to her still scribbling bard one more time before falling asleep.

Xena woke up feeling a strange sensation between her legs. When she lifted up the covers, she saw a blond head hovering close to her sex. Upon a closer puzzling inspection, she realized, Gabrielle was 'sniffing' her. Before she could even open her mouth to ask her what she was smelling, the bard pushed aside her underwear and started licking.

Her hips flew off the ground and she almost screamed from the instant ecstasy. Her hands frantically gripped the cloth beneath her hands. Her body had been so high strung the last 2 days that it didn't take much to become instantly aroused. Her hands reached for the blond head, holding her steady. As she got closer to coming, she wrapped her fingers through the silky strands, moving Gabrielle's head around, up and down, and pressing her head harder and harder against her.

Within seconds, she felt indescribable pleasure expand through her body and she fell over. Her body shook as she convulsed, her hands slightly tightening their hold. "Gabrielle, Gabrielle. Oh gods." Xena whimpered, as she gasped, trying to get her breathing back to normal.

Xena grabbed the bard, flipped her over and started ravishing her lips.

"Xena, Xena." Gabrielle panted, turning her head and offering up more of her neck as she felt warm wet lips travel down her neck. "What are you doing?" she whispered in between moans.

"I think it's time I did a little research of my own." She answered with a smile and continued on her journey.