Slowly an idea started forming in the blond head. The woman flew out of bed, crossed the room to the closet, grabbed the first thing she found and started to dress. Then, with one leg in the pants and the other one still dangling, she caught sight of herself in the full length mirror and stopped. She stared at the reflection, wondering what in heavens name did she think she was doing. *I can't just show up there!* For several long moments, she stared at the comical picture of her herself in a half dressed state.
Lightning flashed brightly into the room and that seemed to snap her out of her dilemma.
*I have to see her.* She finished dressing, with renewed determination urging her on.
Not bothering to check the final product, Gabrielle ran down the stairs like a bat out of hell. She made a pit stop to pick up the organizer that had Xena's address and headed towards the garage.
Rick, the chauffeur, stood up quickly as he saw his employer come barreling through the doors.
"Sit Rick, I'll be driving myself today." Gabrielle yelled over her shoulder at she searched the wall full of tagged keys looking for the one marked rover.
The chauffeur creased his forehead as he noted her frantic search. "Madam, it's raining heavily out there, are you sure? I don't want to get yelled at by Mr. Amphipolis if something should happen to you." He answered as he looked out of one of the garage windows, jumping slightly when lightning flashed again.
A muted shout of glee was heard from the socialite as she turned around with the keys in hand. "Rick, I'll be fine, I know how to drive." She gave him a sweet smile and lightly patted his shoulder to soften her words. "Thanks for caring, but don't worry."
The middle-aged man opened the door and watched her slide in. After making sure the door was closed and locked, he peered inside. He waited for the car to start and the window to go down. "Do you have any messages for John....or...?" He didn't finish, as he knew a direct question would be out of line, but she reminded him of his daughter and he couldn't help worrying about her sometimes.
Gabrielle reached out and lightly grasped the hand resting on the door. "No I don't, Rick, but I'll call as soon I have something to tell him." She reassured him.
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She maneuvered the range rover with ease, sure of it's capabilities in adverse weather.
The radio played 'Someone Like You' and her mind picked out certain words and phrases in flashes like a movie, that reminded her of Xena. The rain and the love song together gave her the feeling that what she was doing was right.
Absurdly,her mind thought, her racing though rainy streets towards a woman she knew nothing about, more than likely meant trouble. But she felt she'd die if stayed away from her another minute.
She glanced over once again to the organizer. She had Xena's address memorized, but it gave her some comfort just to look at it now and then. It was 2 towns over, not one she recognized too well, but it looked like it was as remote as where she herself lived. So preoccupied was she in her musings, she never realized the black car following far behind.
The song ended and she turned off the radio, letting the steady beat of the wipers fill in the silence. After what seemed like ages, she saw the street name she had to turn on. About half a mile in, she saw a medium sized cozy looking house rising up, set far from the road. Still not sure what it was that she was going to do, she cut the lights and slowly coasted in. She headed towards the back of the house, just in case.... *Just in case what? In case she comes storming out of the house with a shotgun, telling you just because she fucked you that doesn't give you any special rights?* She giggled hysterically, her nerves and the funny picture getting to her.
She turned off the ignition and sat there for a few minutes, her heart beating so loud, she thought the quiet woods were broadcasting its echo. Gabrielle turned her head both ways, all the way around, not sure if she was scared or glad that the area was so secluded. Wiping her sweaty hands and taking a deep breath, she opened the car door and quietly stepped out. Dimly, her mind noted that it had stopped raining.
Still not sure why she was there, she ran to the structure and pressed herself against the house beside a window. She looked at the tree line not far from where she stood, getting paranoid. She morbidly thought about 'Jason' and how he liked to lurk in woods and kill unsuspecting folks. *Gabrielle, don't even go there.* She damned her active imagination and glanced left back again at the window. Feeling rather stupid and silly, she slowly leaned over to peek inside. Damn! The house's darkness indicated that no one was home. She moved backed and bumped the back of her head against the house. *This is what you get for taking a cross country ride to nowhere. Did you think she would be waiting here for you?* However, curiosity got the best of her and she turned back to test the window, smiling as it gave way.
She hefted herself up and landed unceremoniously onto a plush carpeted floor, wondering idly if she should have tested the door first. Cursing silently at all the noise she was making, she stood up shakily. She looked around, noting that she was in what looked to be an office or a study or something. She looked at the impressive array of peripherals, discs, and what not, which decorated a huge L-shaped black and gray office table. She walked over to the computer and sat on the black leather chair, staring mutely at the blank screen. *Huh, who would have thought that her blue eyed gardener also had a brain.* She casually picked a pen that was laying on the white pad and got the wild urge to write 'Gabrielle was here'. She giggled.
Wanting to see what else she could find, she worked her way out of the dark room towards the faint light up ahead. Back pressed up against the wall, she slid down the hall, feeling the ridges of the paneling with her fingertips and the soft scraping of clothing against the wood sounding unnaturally loud to her ears. She wanted to laugh at the absurdity of her actions, she felt like she was in a La Femme Nikita episode or worse, a female Ace Ventura. She bypassed several closed doors and headed towards what looked like the kitchen.
The blond woman stood by the doorway with her jaw hanging open. The dim light coming from the windows did not the diminish the impact of what she was looking at. The huge kitchen was fully stocked, looking like it had just come out of a 'Better Homes' magazine, with pots and pans and gadgets hanging all around. She's a cook too?
"I was dying to see you too."
Gabrielle yelped and quickly turned around to see Xena just standing there with a lopsided smirk. She looked more beautiful than ever. She was bare foot, wearing 'Daisy Duke' shorts, and a very tight white tank top. The blonde woman laughed breathlessly. "I... uh...sorry I...snuck...in...." She struggled, knowing she was probably beet red, glad it wouldn't be too noticeable in the dim light. She felt rooted to the floor as she saw the tall woman approach her. She stared right into amazing blue eyes, drowning, helpless, as they got closer and closer. Her head was now tilted back, completely captured, letting the scent of the woman surround her, her warmth envelop her.
The smaller woman gasped softly as she felt hands on her waist, the mere act almost disabling her. "You... wanted to see me?" She managed feebly, sliding her hands up muscled bare arms, delighting in the softness, circling a warm neck, and entangling in silky hair. She felt like she was hanging on for dear life and received her answer as she saw a pair of perfect lips coming closer.
The touch of those lips felt like lightning hitting her body. Strong arms hugged her tight, and a gentle tongue caressed and explored her, as if cherishing something precious and new. There was a simultaneous intake of breath as both women let themselves experience a perfect moment in time, tasting each other's uniqueness. Gabrielle felt Xena move back slightly and she opened her eyes.
No words were said. There was no need. There was a connection there that was beyond their control as if it had traveled through time, never losing strength, never losing focus. All was as it should be.
Gabrielle felt herself being lifted up, but her gaze never left Xena. She reached up with her left hand and brought the dark head back down. She couldn't wait any longer, it didn't matter if she got dropped, she had to taste those lips again. She barely registered passing through rooms or climbing stairs, only concentrated on getting as much as she could from Xena's delicious mouth. Soon, she felt her feet touch the floor, and her hands immediately went to work on the strong body. Up until now, she had not had the pleasure of experiencing all of Xena, and she was very intent on changing that.
Sliding hands around a small waist, the socialite lifted the edges of the tank top up and over the dark head. Quickly flinging it aside and raising her arms as her own was getting tugged off. She took the opportunity of reaching for the shorts as the gardener flung her blouse to the side. She snapped open the button and pulled the corners, opening the zipper, lips never leaving the skin it craved. Heart soared when she heard the tall woman moan as she slid her hands slowly inside and towards the back, cupping the firmness she found.
Letting go of lips, she traveled slowly down her chin, stopping briefly to gently suck it. She continued sensually down, kissing everything in her path, while her hands tugged at shorts and underwear, keeping both actions in unison. Lips traveled down between breasts and well defined abs while hands caressed legs that were like silk, toned, cool and incredibly soft to the touch. As soon as the shorts dropped, she surprised herself by pushing Xena onto the bed.
She immediately followed, straddling her as they both crawled together to the center of the bed. She place her hands on either side of the dark head, watching as blue eyes briefly looked down to her swaying breasts and then back up to her. Her eyes were slightly misty in appearance, the eyelids half closed, her face flushed, as if in anticipation of what was to come. That look of such utter desire made breathing difficult.
Gabrielle leaned down, her hair spilling on the woman like golden sunshine, and lips found home. It was a kiss of absolute devotion, of worship, of unspoken love as she felt strong hands become entangled in her hair.
"I want to know you." The socialite whispered softly into her right ear, lightly licking the edge of her lobe. She smiled at the deep moan. She gave the lobe a small bite before she moved down the soft neck, showering it with kisses, nips, and nibbles. Thoroughly enjoying the way the woman smelled, the way she tasted, the moans she heard and felt, rumbling where ever their bodies touched. She felt the hands already entangled in her blonde hair guide her head down to ready dark brown nipples, their peaks rising, straining, almost as if to reach her lips as she leaned down to meet them, caress them. She suckled, alternating between hard and soft, flying high as Xena's moans were becoming louder.
The green eyed woman briefly looked up, pleased to see the gardener's lips glistening, full, slightly parted awaiting yet for more. She couldn't resist. She slid her body back up and kissed the writhing woman beneath her fiercely, passionately. She felt hands leave her hair to land on her ass, pressing her body down, grinding against her.
Gabrielle reached down, and felt Xena's body tremble as she ran her hands over the hollow of her belly and down to the soft downy fur, delighted to feel it moist, hot, swollen. The small hand slowly parted wet lips and inserted 1... then 2...then 3 fingers inside.
"Oh, Gabrielle." Xena moaned loudly.
The blond moaned with her as she felt strong hands grip her tightly, her name said in ecstasy. She felt stabs of pleasure as the hands moved to her breasts, grabbing, squeezing, pinching. Those hands that always knew what to do to turn her into jelly, the feeling was exquisite. She felt Xena getting closer, the long body writhing and bucking to the rhythm of her hard thrusting fingers. Gabrielle felt lost in a haze of pleasurable delirium, so much so, that she was deliciously caught off guard when she felt a leg suddenly thrust upward, making ecstatic contact. The intensity was too much and the small woman came crashing down, unable to hold herself up, ecstasy ripping her senses apart. Strongly aware of arms grabbing onto her hips, helping her grind harder and faster against the upraised leg. Yet she refused to let up her thrusting, striving at all cost to pleasure the beautiful creature beneath her. She felt her body begin to betray her and she struggled to hold back, struggled to wait for the gardener, drowning in the sounds of their grunts and moans as they echoed throughout the room, glad that no one was around who could hear. She looked up to see her lover, and loved the look of passion on her face, to see it flushed, damp.
She felt a hand leave her hip, and then a sudden pain which quickly turned to pleasure when that same hand gripped her hair and roughly pulled her head down.
"Baby, come with me."
Even though the words were barely a whisper in her ear, the blonde felt them thundering all over her body. It was a command. Then she felt Xena begin to shake, the struggle was over.
Gabrielle let go.
She laid there contentedly, the physical bonding, the overt sharing of touch and feel, of smell and taste was unlike anything she's ever felt with anyone.
They laid exhausted and physically spent, wrapped in each others arms. A soft and languished feeling upon them both. They were content, they were sated. They had indulged their thirst and hunger for each other and drank freely till they lay coupled together, no longer two singular women, but having forged a bond that created one. They each gave and took of each other and by sharing and giving, a joining of souls occurred, destined, fated, unstoppable.
They slept...
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