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URL: willow10.htmlThe following is a bit of alternative fiction based on certain characters from the Xenaverse It is not meant to infringe on anyone else's rights. If you don't agree or disapprove, please go read something else.
This story is part of an Altaverse based on Bite Me and the Fonder Heart. It can be found, along with other such stories, at The Realms of the Xenaverse, under Blood and Roses. Xena is Ares' Daughter and Gabrielle is Bacchus' Daughter
Characters from Buffy: Vampire Slayer have also been borrowed for the purposes of this story. All of this is written with the utmost affection and the no desire for renumeration (except for possible emails). The same above disclaimer is in effect. There are certain changes that have been made to accomadate this particular Xenaverse. Buffy's Vampires are really part of the Kin, renamed for purposes of this story
Xex Alert: Yes, there definitely will be, between two consenting immortal women even. Maybe even more
Violence Alert: Yes, probably, given that this is a story involving slayage and Xena.
"Ooohhh..." Xena murmured sensually. "You feel really nice."
Gabrielle was in her arms, mouth roaming freely across the length of the dark woman's neck and shoulders. Once Willow had asked them to stay, the question of leaving had been moot... but it hadn't made the bard feel any better about the decision. Although she had a bad feeling about this whole thing, there didn't look like there was a damn thing she could do about it. She could no more refuse to help Willow than she could refuse to breathe... or to love Xena.
So they were stuck here.
The drive back to Willow's house had been tense to say the least. Gabrielle had seen the Fire burn more brightly in Xena's eyes as the minutes passed... and, may Artemis forgive her, she felt her body respond. When Xena was like this, she doubted anyone... even Athena herself could have refused her mate. Come to think of it... had the goddess refused her...? Xena had never said... Gabrielle made a mental note to ask about that later.
The warrior was sending out ricocheting waves of sensuality from her person, regardless of who might intercept them. Max, their chauffeur, had unbelievably grown used to the powerful aura of his employer's mistress. Although in the early days, Gabrielle had truly felt sorry for the stalwart driver-- he hadn't known what to do with the evidence of his... interest... in Xena's presence. Now... poor Willow... The girl was absolutely smitten, and Gabrielle couldn't blame her. What was more interesting to the Sunwalker was Xena's response to the teenager.
The scene in the library had shocked the bard more than she had wanted to admit. Seeing Xena so easily accept anyone into her arms was disconcerting to say the least... but she had seen that look in her lover's eye before.
And until now, it had always been directed as her.
So here the bard was... not sure if she was jealous or simply aroused beyond all reason...
Looking at the spark in her lover's eyes, she decided on the latter of her two options. Jealousy could-- a pointless emotion at best-- could always wait.
Willow's father wasn't a stupid man... he had realized that Gabrielle
could probably offer aid to his daughter that was beyond his comprehension.
To make everything easier... and to avoid his wife's total embarrassment
over what to do with Xena...? he and Mrs. Rosenberg had judiciously
decided to take a short out of town trip, leaving Willow in Gabrielle's
care.
Now she and Xena were alone ....at last... her mind couldn't
help but add... and though she knew that she and the warrior had a million
and one things to discuss, she hadn't been able to stop herself from stripping
off her lover's T-shirt and baring those magnificent breasts for her touch.
"I've missed you," she said simply.
The warrior chuckled warmly and arched her back in response to her lover's nimble fingers. "You had me last night..."
"I know," Gabrielle agreed, cupping two incredibly full, soft breasts in her hands. "But that means," she continued as the tips of her lover's breasts peaked to aroused awareness, "That I didn't have you this morning." Another kiss... deeper this time as her tongue sought the warrior's secrets. "Or this afternoon..." she taunted. The Sunwalker reveled in the guttural moan from the tall woman standing in front of her. "Or this evening..."
She paused to take the measure of the woman under her hands. Having Xena half-stripped in front of her-- a combination of soft skin and rough denim-- excited her beyond measure. There was something incredibly tantalizing about making love to the warrior in this disheveled state. It spoke of being carried away by passion and undeniable needs-- something that was eternally true of the lovers' feelings for each other. Making the warrior surrender was a power than no one else on earth had ever possessed, and she cherished the honor as much as she reveled in the pleasure. She nipped delicately at the vein pulsing wildly in Xena's neck, feeling the Blood fire in her own veins and her fangs imperceptibly lengthen. With a control two thousand years old, she clamped down upon the lust that only this tall warrior could inspire deep inside her and concentrated on the magnificent half-bared body before her.
"You're going hunting tonight," the bard murmured, running her hands down the length of the warrior's torso and tugging two of the buttons on Xena's Levis free.
"You aren't coming?" the dark woman asked, distracted by the bard's wandering fingers.
"No... I thought I'd talk to Giles, get his take on everything that's happened. Teenagers tend to... dramatize... everything." Jeans off or on... her thoughts muttered in an undertone... she couldn't be distracted with things like a normal conversation at the moment. Xena would have to be going shortly, to meet up with Buffy at someplace Willow had called the "Bronze." The gods only knew what that was.
Now even Xena-- with her iron control-- was losing track of the conversation. She tried to capture one of her lover's hands and urge it down the front of her faded jeans, but Gabrielle only laughed throatily and refused, capturing Xena's hands in her own and tugging them behind the warrior's back.
"My game," she growled, the tips of her fangs barely visible.
Xena groaned something incomprehensible. Seeing the Blood rising in her lover's face and watching the ochre creep into her eyes always drove the warrior right to the brink of an pleasurable abyss from which she was never quite certain she would return. The Bacchae had thrived on creating just this sensation in their victims' bodies. Right now, Xena craved Gabrielle's hands in her sex and her fangs buried deep in her veins. She wanted the pulsing sensations of her blood and her sex pouring out into the Sunwalker's consummate control.
"Lie down..." Gabrielle commanded, not giving the warrior a choice as she pushed Xena down onto the large expanse of the guest room bed.
Sprawling on the mattress' surface-- her long legs dangling over the side, Xena sought to capture the bard's mouth again. Gabrielle resisted her with an immortal strength, knowing that it would not hurt her lover... indeed it would only taunt her further. Carelessly, she ripped the remainder of the buttons free from the warrior's jeans and tugged them negligently halfway down the warrior's legs. Inhaling the rich scent of her lover's arousal... Gabrielle felt the Blood surge again... her hands clutched her lover's shoulder's tightly, leaving four parallel red streaks across each arm. "Xena..." she moaned.
"Yesss..." Xena hissed, bucking her hips against the bard's lithe figure, aware that her lover would accept the invitation without delay. They were both too raw any delicacy now.
Without preamble, Gabrielle sank to her knees... wanting more than she knew they had time for. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she nuzzled the dark curls of her lover's sex, felt Xena's tighten in response. She was so wet, so primed in her desire... Xena seemed to always be ready for her honey-haired mate... Gabrielle had never found the dark woman unresponsive to her. It was as if the warrior's sex always watered in anticipation of the bard's touch.
Softly, her tongue flickered out, danced over the center of the warrior's heat... and was rewarded by a length groan from the warrior above. I hope Willow can't hear us... a tiny part of the bard's mind mumbled and was immediately forgotten in the rush of sensations assaulting her mouth.
Xena tasted hot and sweet and salty... She's going to be cycling in a couple of days... Gabrielle realized. Both she and Xena had cycled until the logical point in their mortal lives and then stopped-- although Gabrielle had been able to bear children centuries later. It had come as quite a shock, albeit a pleasant one for the bard, when she learned that Xena had begun cycling again. The Sunwalker assumed it had something to do with her mortal rebirth and didn't question it. Truth be told... she loved to take Xena during what the warrior called her "red days." The dark woman tasted of blood and sex and arousal and life... and Gabrielle drank in every drop possible with her mouth, her teeth, her hands...
Oh gods... The Sunwalker's body shudder with her eminent release... and she hadn't really had Xena yet...
"Gabrielle..." the warrior rumbled, her hips pistoning against the bard's mouth searching for her touch.
Knowing that to indulge in Xena the way she wanted would be to consume the warrior... Gabrielle slipped up the length of that strong body, brushing over denim and bronze skin, until her fingers danced over Xena's center and her mouth dipped wetly into the warrior's.
Tongues... dancing... teasing... tasting... testing... the fire... "What do you want, Xena?"
A question.
A taunt.
A promise.
The warrior moaned.
Thrusting her body against the bard's she warned, "Gabrielle..." A husky, intimate threat...
"Tell me what you want..."
Her fingers were inside Xena now... stroking in the wet heat, finding a rhythm deep within her immortal mate... reaching further inside than anyone had a right to go... she possessed her powerful lover, guiding the dark woman into a tighter coil.
"Oh goddssss......"
Feeling those large hands grasping the sweatyslick muscles in her shoulders.
"What do you want...." Gabrielle repeated, a demanding arc to her tone.
Blue eyes snapped to attention on her lover's slender features... and Gabrielle gasped in the renewed realization that she was loving the daughter of a god.
Not just any god.
Ares...
"What do I want?" Xena snarled, thrusting herself against the bard. "I want you underneath me... Naked... Bound... Screaming my name..." She arched against the spreading heat in Gabrielle's touch... the burning in her sex rampaging almost beyond control...
Gabrielle had learned long ago that there was a delicate balance among the Greek gods. In the scheme of things, her Sire was a lesser god... It was her refusal to bow to the Blood that made her so powerful. But Xena... Xena was a daughter of the original twelve. She could ascend to the Pantheon any time she wanted... particularly now that Ares had been re-entombed. She was the de facto goddess of war.
If she so chose...
That made Xena's capitulation all the more precious to her now... the warrior bowed the inevitable power of the love coursing through their bodies now...
"Your surrender now, Xena..." Gabrielle gasped, falling into the delicious hunger between them. "For mine later..."
Green met blue for an agonizingly eternal moment... both their needs hanging precariously in the balance. Xena wanted her lover's mouth consuming her, wanted that domination... almost as much as she wanted to see the smaller woman writhe beneath her touch. The bard's dancing fingers pushed the warrior over the edge as she thrust into the touch again...
"Yeeessssss........."
It wasn't a word... or a gasp... or a moan...
It was a thought, carried on the invisible thread of connection that bound the daughters of Blood and Fire.
Xena surrendered to the power and need coursing through her body... to the passion that consumed her soul... and the love that linked her to eternity...
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