Romance
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The usual disclaimer that Xena Warrior Princess and the Battling Bard of Potedia
belong only to my heart and are the property of their creators and whomever now
owns them.. The following is written with no intention of monetary gain or any
other profit from the characters other than the pleasure I exact from writing
about them.
This story contains implied sexual activity between two consenting adults of the
same sex. If this present a problem with your morality, or you are a minor,
please look for other stories that better suit your mores or your age.
The story does belong to me and is to be joyfully shared with you the reader. I
would take exception to any reproduction without my expressed consent. Your
comments are welcomed at Southern Crosse@aol.com 2002
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She never tired of watching her. It pleased her just to stand silently, leg
crossed over ankle, arms folded, leaning back against the tree watching this
woman with emerald gray eyes and hair the color of wheat that she so dearly
loved.
How long had it been now? The years passed so quickly. How long now had they
found each other in every sense of the word. Heart to heart, body to body, soul
to soul, two halves of one whole.
Xena loved Gabrielle. She loved her even before she knew she would. Their paths
were destined by the fates to cross and forever entwine.
They “fit.” Their bodies could meld into each other as they had been designed
liked two pieces of a puzzle that interlocked just perfectly. Xena’s large hands
could cover Gabrielle’s and take them in to a place so secure.
Her large, slender fingers could wrap over the Bard’s hand and fall easily into
rubbing her thumb over the soft skin. Sometimes she felt that if she let go,
Gabrielle would evaporate like an ethereal mist.
Xena was watching even now. Gabrielle had gone to the lake near to where they
set up camp the night before. There had been no time to bathe before lying down
on the damp ground. They arrived after the moon had risen, laid out their
blankets, built a small fire, quickly stretched out and fell into an exhausted
sleep.
Xena, as was her habit, rose before the sun. She quietly turned, rolled on her
side, and watched the Bard softly breathe in and out. Gabrielle had such a
peaceful expression.
A strand of her blonde hair had fallen over Gabrielle’s eyes. Xena quickly
brushed it back, and gently ran the back of her calloused hand across the
sleeping woman’s cheek.
Gabrielle stirred and moved her hand up from her side to intercept Xena’s. She
grasped it, brought it to her lips, and kissed this so familiar touch.
“Good morning”, Gabrielle said smiling and drawing Xena’s hand up under her chin
and nuzzled it.
She laid there looking up into Xena’s azure blue eyes that unmistakably were
brimming with tears.
“Xena, are you crying? What’s wrong?” Gabrielle’s voice was husky from sleep.
In the gray light just before dawn, Gabrielle sat up, knelt in front of Xena,
brushing Xena’s raven hair off broad shoulders.
She leaned in and lightly kissed Xena’s lips. A large tear began its descent
down Xena’s face. Gabrielle gently wiped it away while caressing her face.
Her head turned ever so slightly with her eyes meeting Xena’s pools of blue, and
again asked what was troubling this love of her life without uttering a single
word. Gabrielle was a master of subtle communication.
“Oh Gabrielle, nothing is wrong.”
“When I see you waking from sleep, smiling, and looking at me the way you do, I
am overcome with the love I have for you.”
“I am so afraid that someday I will wake up and you will be gone.”
“My soul could not bare that.”
Gabrielle pulled Xena in close. Her hand went to the back of Xena’s head and
interlaced her fingers in that thick, raven mane, while drawing Xena into the
side of her neck. She loved the way Xena smelled. She drank in the scent of
leather and the very raw essence that was her warrior.
Xena pushed in tight and could hear the beating of Gabrielle’s heart, the heart
that belonged only to her. Xena’s hand brushed the Bard’s breast lying under
her green tunic producing such a rush of desire.
Xena leaned in close whispering, “Gabrielle…please…I need…” Xena brought
Gabrielle’s face to hers and tenderly, deeply, completely, kissed her lips.
Gabrielle withdrew, gasp for breath, saying, “I love you, Xena.”
Gabrielle reclined back to the blanket pulling Xena down on top of her. Xena
positioned her arms on either side of the Bard’s head bearing weight on her
strong forearms.
Xena hesitated, and looked down at Gabrielle. Their eyes locked into an
expression of such love. Xena’s flowing dark hair fell forward and intermingled
with the golden hair of her soul mate.
She smiled and slowly descended meeting Gabrielle’s lips. She pushed back up
and ran her hands under the Bard’s tunic lifting it up. She lowered herself back
down, but this time her lips ever so lightly brushing Gabrielle’s breast.
The response was swift and charged with passion. Xena whimpered at the sound of
Gabrielle’s soft moan. Xena’s lips began her their slow movement down the Bard’s
tanned muscular form. Gabrielle’s body arched as Xena provided what now was so
desperately desired.
When both were spent and lying side by side on their backs, they reveled in how
much love each could physically express for the other. Gabrielle turned toward
Xena propping herself up on one elbow.
She gazed at this woman she knew she would love beyond all time, and with slow,
deliberate movements, began to trace Xena’s forehead with the back of her thumb.
Without opening her eyes, Xena moved her head in rhythm with the Bard’s strokes
clearly enjoying the touch.
The sun began to rise with the fingers of first light filtering through the
trees. The fire was nearly gone. Birds were now awake and singing their morning
song. Gabrielle attributed earth’s song to the love, simply exchanged just
moments ago, between the two companions.
Xena captured the Bard’s hand in mid-stroke and kissed it while sitting up.
Gabrielle caught her and leaned in to kiss the scar above Xena’s right breast
“Gabrielle, as soon as I find my clothing, I will gather some more wood for the
fire. Why don’t you go to the lake and bathe while I rekindle the embers.”
“ I thought that is what we just did”, Gabrielle laughed while playfully
swatting at Xena.
Xena stood up. Gabrielle marveled at the beauty of Xena’s body and how its true
suppleness and strength could only be appreciated without the covering of
garments.
“I will join you later, after I have the fire ready for breakfast.”
Gabrielle sat up and reached for her traveling pouch finding the last bar of
lavender scented soap. She made a mental note to search out another when they
stopped at the next village. Gabrielle stood up, stretched, and tingled at the
thought of what had occurred on the blanket just a short while ago.
*I definitely have a thing for that woman… *, Gabrielle thought with a deep
sigh.
Gabrielle walked to shoreline of the lake. She placed her soft cloth to dry her
body, clean clothing, and hairbrush down on the branches of a nearby bush.
Slowly, she entered and lowered herself into the cold water. The water was a
shock and her breast reacted as they did to Xena’s touch. She gradually moved
and positioned herself under the gentle falls pouring down from the bluff above.
The water’s initial assault on her senses diminished turning to enjoyment of the
invigorating cold.
The sun was quickly rising casting green rays to meet the morning horizon, and
finding Xena unseen and watching Gabrielle from the shore. The light reflected
and shimmered off the water. *By the gods, she is such a thing of pure beauty*,
thought Xena with her heart so filled with love for this woman.
When Xena had brought the fire to a flame matching her morning ardor, she
silently, walked to the water’s edge. She stooped to pick up the cloth and held
it out as Gabrielle left the water. Xena wrapped the Bard enclosing her in
welcoming arms. Xena buried her face into the Gabrielle’s wet hair smelling the
fresh scent of lavender.
“I thought mornings such as these were only in scrolls or plays, until I met
you.”
Gabrielle knew this was an exceptional speech coming from this partner usually
so brief with words. She also knew that no truer words could be spoken.
“Come on, I will walk you back to the warm fire.” Gabrielle leaned into this
warrior, this woman, with whom she knew she would forever walk the same path for
all time and beyond.
The earth continued to sing its morning song in celebration of life and the gift
these soul mates gave to each other with every rising and setting of the sun.