Gabrielle pulled away from the warmth enveloping her, to look back at the woman that was asking her the most incredible question. Vaguely registering the deepening shadows as the faint light from the rainy gloomy day faded. Looking at a woman who rarely spoke with words, who seemed to communicate everything with action.
"The money is not mine." The blonde uttered, and waited. A long silence ensued. Her eyes not daring to look for fear of what they might see. She could hear the creaks of the settling house, the hard sounds as heavy raindrops splashed on the window and on the metal sill, the rasping of her breathing as she waited. A world of chaos all around her while she stood in the eye deathly still, as if time had stopped just her and not her world.
Surely the woman would take her offer back, Gabrielle reasoned, now that her secret was out, now that Xena knew she was as poor and common like the average local people seen in the seedier parts of the city. Silently she waited, waited for the excuses to come from the lips before her, about how she had made a mistake in asking, how she should really stay with her husband, how....
Faster than should have been humanly possible, she was slammed up against the wall, pinned by a pair of thrusting strong hands on her waist, her feet barely touching the floor. How they had managed to cross the room so quickly was beyond her, but she barely had time to question the impossibility as she drowned in the fury that rolled off in waves from the gardener and slammed painfully into her. She was frightened by this new dark side. Did Xena feel she had been misled? She closed her eyes, still afraid to look, as she felt the warm sweet ragged breath on her face, exciting her body as it seemed to embrace the dark creature before her. How can she be so frightened and so intensely turned on at the same time?
"Is that what you think this is about?" A strangled small voice hissed. "Am I nothing to you except a good fuck."
Emphasized by a thrust.
"And a gold digger?"
Another push.
Gabrielle snapped open her eyes when she heard the pain in that small voice. Sad blue eyes stared back at her. Were those unshed tears she saw? Before she could say or think about anything else, she was abruptly let go. She slumped slightly to the floor, her knees barely holding her up, her own ragged breathing loud in her ears, fighting with the emotional turmoil she felt inside, empty at the loss of her touch.
She watched as Xena walked over to the corner of the room where a backpack sat on the floor. She hoisted it over one shoulder and reached for the cell phone clipped to her jeans.
*What have I done!* She watched her lover, as if she were watching from outside her body. The sexy controlled graceful movements, the rippling of muscles, the casual toss of her dark hair to one side. Heard the sigh as the woman sank onto the unmade bed, setting aside the bag, running her fingers through her hair. The hair that had sent goose bumps as it had glided teasingly over her body, the bed that they had shared so lovingly just a short while ago, now a lifetime away. Heard the hushed tones of conversation, as Xena spoke on the phone. Irrationally, her mind told her, if she had just said yes, she would have been a part of that conversation, but now, now she was just an outsider.
The darkness of the room now that it was night made everything so surreal, so final, so heavy in her soul. The day had ended, so should her life as she knew it.
She took a deep breath and walked over with new found strength and determination. With courage she didn't know she had, she knocked the cell phone away and pushed Xena backward onto the bed. She kissed her ferociously, wantonly, carelessly. Not caring about the coppery taste, the gnashing teeth, or the moans that she made, or the tears that fell from her eyes. Deliriously happy that she was not being pushed away, rejected.
"I love you, Xena." She finally gasped, and buried her head in warmth, burying her face in silky black hair, desperately clinging to her lifeline, her passion. "I want to go with you, please. I don't want to wake up tomorrow trying to learn how to live without you." She whimpered, hoping that it wasn't too late, that she hadn't ruined everything with her foolishness. She cried in relief when she felt strong arms embrace her tightly, gently rocking her back and forth.
"Shhh."
A soothing hand ran up and down her back.
"Today, tomorrow, forever, I belong to you.
The whispered words crashed all around her soul, a blanket of security and love. There couldn't be anything sweeter than this moment. She felt totally connected, swirling in long moments of peace and love, and... something else so good it was indescribable.
"Come, they're waiting for us."
Gabrielle lifted up her head, trying to see Xena's features in the dark, frustrated when she couldn't see the beautiful face. "What about my thin...." A finger quickly cover her lips, immediately setting them on fire. Her body shook in response.
"Shh, I've got everything you need." A long pause. "Do you trust me?"
There was that silent plea again. It was then that she knew Xena was giving everything up too. For her. For them. How could she not?
She ran a small finger lightly across her lips. "I do, my gardener. I do." The socialite smiled in response to the movement underneath her fingertip.
"Your gardener," she whispered. "I like that."
Her heart sang for joy as they both started giggling like school girls.
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They had already been riding for a half hour. Gabrielle had no idea where they were going, all she had gotten was an incredible sexy wicked smile and a "You'll see" for her efforts. She did trust her, that was without a doubt. She was just going to have to contend that the woman she had fallen in love with was not much of a talker. Truth was, Xena was one big huge mystery.
She took a casual glance around the limo, noting all the playthings for adults. Had Xena gotten it on her account? But how could she, she hadn't known she was coming until after the phone call.
Gabrielle turned her head to the right. The gardener looked so beautiful, so relaxed. She mentally followed the contours of her profile, marveling at its perfection, its symmetry and grace. Is this the way blind love is supposed to feel? She felt she was going mad. The more she stared at her, the more the feelings got intense. She slid over to the reclining figure, close, but barely touching her. She could feel the heat capture her and felt it igniting her, urging, a carnal awakening. Did she dare disturb her peacefulness? Would she welcome her aggressive advances?
Caving in to her desires and without warning, the blonde swung herself over, straddling her lover's thighs, arms on either side of the dark head. She saw Xena's surprise at her suddenness, and then slowly, a seductive smile emerged. Large hands gripped her waist, and the gardener lurched up, effectively capturing Gabrielle's lips. Her breath quickly grew ragged, as the tall woman's tongue danced inside, smooth velvet caresses. The blonde woman eagerly grabbed onto long dark hair, loving the silky texture as she held on, waiting for the moans she knew she would draw from her woman merely from her actions. She was learning quickly the things the woman beneath her liked the most. *And she... it's like she was inside of me, had been inside of me all my life.* An uncanny knowledge of an unfamiliar body, as if its secrets were known only to them for each other.
Gabrielle felt like she was getting consumed, devoured by an appetite that seemed beyond them, an appetite that had always been there, a power that was being unleashed after being held back for ages, ancient, uncontrollable. Xena's lips were everywhere. They seared paths of flames as the blond arched her back sensually and the nibbling went back up her stomach, finally attacking her breasts. A new source of ecstasy. A growl was heard as it echoed, as the shirt was practically torn off the smaller woman, setting her free. Hands, lips, teeth, and tongue were memorizing her, worshiping her. She felt like she was going to explode at the multiple sensations. She held on to her gardener, knowing that if she let go, she would surely be lost in the whirlwind of passion that her body and mind were raging in. She felt the rough tugging of her pants and groaned when she felt the button pop, from the insistent demanding tugging. Gabrielle was ready to cry in desperation.
Impatiently, she kneeled up slightly to aid in bringing down her pants when she screamed at the incredible pleasure that racked her body when she was suddenly penetrated. Gabrielle held on even tighter, their bodies moving fast, furious, in unison. Gabrielle hungrily searched for her lover's lips, experiencing a deep ache to taste her and be tasted. They swallowed each other's moans, trading passions, exchanging souls, uniting lives. Oh god! She felt it start, those wonderful few seconds where you feel so much pleasure, you think you're going to die, and then the start of the steady rapid pulsing, wave after wave. She heard herself call out Xena's name as each wave crashed against the shore, her body shaking in tandem to each wave, each pounding of pleasure.
She slumped forward, drained, sure in the knowledge that her gardener would be there to catch her, hold her in these most intimate of moments. She heard Xena breathing hard and fast, her voice hoarse and soothing, her hands softly caressing. "I love you." Gabrielle muttered into her neck and let herself go.
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She woke up slowly, feeling safe in the warmth of the arm that was wrapped around her. Sleepily, she wondered where she was, realizing she had slept through almost everything. All she could remember was entering the limo outside of Xena's house, the most incredible sexual experience ever, and being lovingly carried and cooed at throughout the rest of the night. Somewhere in there, she thought there had been a plane ride as well, but couldn't tell if that had been a dream.
She turned over to find a radiant smile and twinkling baby blues waiting for her. Xena's beauty was outstanding in the sun that softly filtered into the room, leaving her breathless, in awe.
The blond rolled closer, and buried her head in the smooth neck, letting the woman's scent fill her, like a drug she just couldn't live without. *I must be dreaming?* "You're an angel." She whispered, wondering if her muffled voice had been heard. She basked in a pleasant haze, fervently wishing it would never end.
"Morning, beautiful." Xena answered thickly, voice still full of sleep.
"Uhmmm, it definitely is a beautiful morning. I can't remember the last time I felt so happy." She said after having pulled away slightly. Long moments later. "So... what's for breakfast? You cooking?"
A hearty laugh brought her face further out, trying to figure out what had Xena found so amusing.
"Hey! Why is that so funny?" She laughed too, though she had no clue why.
"What would give you such an unholy idea?" She asked, still chuckling. "I don't cook!"
"You don't cook?" Gabrielle frowned. "Then why was your kitchen so...so, I don't know, large and well equipped?" Suddenly the socialite was being hugged tightly, and she felt more laughter rumbling through her body.
"That was for the crew that worked for me, you silly goose."
"Worked for you?" The gardener had people working for her? She suddenly became aware of her surroundings and the apparent opulence. She turned back to look at Xena. A wicked smile greeted her. Turning back around, she took her time, slowly noting the plush white carpeting, the high cathedral looking ceiling, and the enormous size of the bedroom. As if in a trance, she got up and slowly walked to the large bay window, sidestepping the moving sheer curtains as it gently waved in the morning breeze. A beautiful sandy beach stretched out before her. Her second story view of paradise was magnificent.
"Where are we?" She whispered, her voice laced with awe and uncertainty.
Xena must have heard the slight fear in the voice, because she ran over to Gabrielle and smothered her in a delicious hug from behind.
"In the Caribbean." A nip to pink ear. "We are on my island," a lick to the other. "In my house."
Gabrielle's mind desperately tried to compute what that meant. Her island? Her house? "Did my husband pay you off to get me out of his hair or something?"
"You are so adorable." Xena chuckled
The blond was gently turned around and softly kissed.
The small woman looked questioningly up at her. She saw nothing but love. "I guess the money was never an issue, huh?"
"No love, it was always about you."
Gabrielle reached up and wrapped her fingers in the dark hair, bringing her head down. "I think it's time we initiated this house, don't you think?" And the socialite kissed her gardener before she could answer.
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