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ŠJuly 1997
The 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.
Okay, people, fair warning. This is WAY WAY out there in alternative reality land, and I know it. This, my friends is a piece of Fiction, but oh, what fun fiction. Hope you enjoy.
Xex alert: Not too graphic, just a bit of fun
Probably, I should have left the key at the welcome desk and a simple note saying, "thanks, no thanks," but you know, it had been a long time. I mean, a *really* long time since, well, you know. I didn't know if this would lead anywhere. I didn't know if it wouldn't. But we get nowhere in life if we don't try, so I decided to take the risk. I figured I could always leave.
The room was a typical hotel room, sort of, except fancier and bigger, a Hollywood movie type room with Lots of unnecessary gold filigree. The bed, of course, was huge. There was a table and overstuffed chairs. You could tell no one actually lived here, but I saw an open suitcase. Curiosity got the best of me, I took a peek, but didn't touch anything. Nice clothes, made for a woman. They smelled good too. Okay. I had to smile. Gender was good to know, since there was no guarantee that the woman who pressed the key in my hand was the same person occupying the room. I mean, it could be anyone, right?
There was an actual balcony. I checked that out as soon as I could and looked over the side. The room was five stories up, there were other balconies below. There were those outdoor metal tables and chairs so you could sit down. I decided the air was good for me and watched as the sky purpled into night and the stars came out.
I think I snoozed. In fact, I'm sure I did because when I heard the click of the door and my head snapped up, I realized I had a little slobber on the side of my mouth. I wiped it off. No need to make a lasting impression. I had no idea what time it was, except the sky was that deep dark that made the street lamps so necessary. I stood up and let the chair rattle. I figured that the woman ought to know that someone was here.
I heard her before I saw her and my back ran with chills because I recognized that voice. "Hello." It was sultry, it was low, it was not Aussie, but damn if it didn't sound exactly like, and I mean exactly like, Xena's voice on television. I took a heartbeat to breathe and turn around. I can't even begin to describe the shock. I had to sit back down again.
"You." I didn't even get to the second stutter. There was no point. She nodded and smiled. Her blue eyes were hooded, but I could still see the sparkle of her life in them. "Uh, hi." I squeaked. I wasn't breathing. It was all I was capable of doing. She smirked that famous smirk, pulled up a chair, sat down and stretched out strong legs that seemed to go on forever.
I tried again, trying to gain some sense of normalcy from the situation, "So, Lucy," I started, "How was your evening?"
"Well I had an interesting conversation with a ten year old and signed a lot of autographs," she said and she stared up to the sky with a deep kind of expression. Then she turned the intensity of her gaze on me. "Call me Xena."
I laughed. I really did. I didn't mean to and I really shouldn't have.
It got me one of those 12 gauge scowls and an arched eyebrow, an almost deadly combination. I knew right then I had blown it. My interior said, "shit." My exterior started standing up in a really sloppy motion. I couldn't even verbalize my apology.
"Stay," she commanded. I obeyed. I didn't even sit back down, but hovered halfway between sitting and standing, until she issued another command, "Sit." I couldn't sit down fast enough. There was more metal clanging on the balcony.
She sighed and shook her head and looked back up at the stars again. I found myself following her gaze, trying to get a grip. She spoke after a few minutes. "I liked your Amazon Mask. The detail was quite impressive." Again, her accent wasn't what I expected. I began to think about how she sounded earlier and realized that she'd sounded different there too, like someone putting on an accent, not someone who came from New Zealand. Although come to think of it, how would I know?
I said, "thank you." And kept my mouth shut, waiting. I figured she would get around to explaining why I was here. I also figured it wasn't the Amazon mask. Then I had to ask myself, "How did she know?" I think she saw the expression on my face because she tapped my shoulder, right on the name tag. "Heh," was what I said and I was looking into pools of light again. Gods the woman had charisma. I swallowed.
I found out that night that this woman, who asked me to call her Xena, did not skirt around issues. She might never talk about something, but that didn't' mean she was avoiding it. In this case she got right to the point.
"I'm lonely. It has been a long time. Share my bed with me tonight."
I choked as if I'd been eating something. "What?"
Another arched eyebrow. I think she was wondering if I was worth the effort. I know I was.
"I mean," I tried again, "What about Robert."
"Who?" she asked blankly. Ohboy.
"Tapert." I led, "Your boyfriend. The one on ET. The producer guy. You two, dating."
"Ah." she said. She scowled, "Forget about him."
My jaw dropped. I had a sudden case of nobility, "Now look, Lus," another scowl, "Xena, I don't know what is going on with you guys, but it can't be that bad. I mean you're still," I was talking as I was standing up and starting to scoot my way around the table and back through the door, "Xena after all and the show's going to air for several seasons, and,"
She didn't exactly trip me, not on purpose anyhow, I think. I just wasn't watching where I was going. I landed in a heap on her front, her gaze boring down at me and me with the gods' patented sheepish look. Then she gave me a kiss that pretty much knocked all the argument out of me.
You know Ulysses, that show that where she kissed that guy and her lips moved and boy if it just wasn't plain educational. This kiss was better. WAY WAY better. Every single sensitivity I had was suddenly ignited and I couldn't even pull away I was so profoundly moved by what I was feeling.
I would like to say that I recovered my nobility and walked right out that hotel door.
Well, actually I wouldn't, because it turned out good in the long run, but still, one usually holds onto one's standards and mine flew off that balcony with that kiss. It's kind of embarrassing actually.
Anyway, I got to know this person who kissed me really well. Yet another consequence of being my lover. I never tell them about it. Others simply wouldn't understand that it wasn't a matter of prying or wanting to know. It was just a fact of life for me and I wondered if it would ever be reciprocal.
I suppose I could go into long boring detail about how we made love, but honestly you could read a manual or something. I will tell you it was sweet, very sweet and filling. Hers was a warm soul and a very lonely one. I could feel she was missing a link in her heart. Her pain became my pain and I did everything in my power to soothe (and I had quite a bit of soothing capability thank you.) but I didn't try to replace that link. It wouldn't have been right. All I did, was in the moment of the lovers' grand release, was will a bit of healing in her direction. Just a tiny bit. It wasn't my intention to give her part of my soul.
ŠJuly 1997