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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.
Xex Alert: Hey, they just Got Married! They're entitled
Kalai practically jumped into Arete's arms. She smiled sweetly and grinned as her legs dangled over Arete's left arm. She'd gotten so tired of the skirt that she'd cut off a huge hunk of cloth somewhere in the middle of the party (much to the consternation of some of the elder Amphipolians) until the dress now ended at mid thigh when she stood up. But she wasn't standing up now, and the loose cloth drifted its way further down or up, depending on your perspective, until it rested in folds in her lap. She kicked her legs a bit which got a warning look from her lover, now her mate.
Arete puzzled on how to open the door, feeling reluctant to ask the stoic (actually not so stoic, she'd been grinning from ear to ear as she'd listened to the antics and passions of Xena and Gabrielle. She could hardly wait to get to her lover when this her shift was over) Amazon guard who stood between their door and their. . .she wasn't sure what to call them, because it had been so. .not defined. She sighed and then opted for the strong woman's way and kicked the door in. (It startled the guard and Xena and Gabrielle stopped for a moment. Xena listened carefully, her eyes squinting, then she grinned and looked at her lovely sweaty bard, "Arete," she said in a matter of fact tone of voice. Gabrielle grinned back, "Oh." Then they started lipmashing again with renewed enthusiasm.)
Kalai looked at the now open door and then back up, smirked and said, "You could have asked." She wiggled a free hand.
The blonde grinned down at her love, "Oh no, my sweet, I want those arms around me, not fiddling with doorknobs." A delighted expression took over the brown eyed Amazon and she wrapped both arms around Arete's neck.
The the Amazon stepped over the threshold and into their room. She hugged the warm body in her arms and planted a very firm kiss on Kalai's lips. They smiled, gazing with sweet intensity at each other for a moment or two, then Kalai hopped out of Arete's arms. The tall warrior looked surprised and was even more astonished when Kalai jogged back out of the room.
Kalai smiled and put her hands on her hips. "It's my turn now."
"Now Kalai," Arete began as she stepped after her lover, "this is not necessary."
"Necessary, smecessary. Come here." Kalai's grin deepened as she made the command.
The blonde Amazon tried reasoning again since she was having visions of being dropped or accidentally banged against the wall. She hid the wince reflex she felt at that thought, "Kalai, have you looked at the differences between us? I must weigh almost twice what you do. I'm taller, you'll have a tough time navigating," her words trailed off at the look on Kalai's face.
"You don't trust me? You don't think I can do this?" What had at first been an impish impulse was now a firm commitment.
Arete took a breath and thought about how to respond, "I trust you." She decided not to answer the second question lest the wording come out imperfect. Kalai didn't smile, but the angry intensity lessened. Arete stepped forward, smiled sheepishly at the guard and was swept off her feet and onto Kalai's shoulder in a fireman's lift. "Kalai!" she almost shouted as the air whooshed out of her body and she was carried back into the room as easy as you please.
Kalai set a stunned Amazon gently on her feet and then grinned, "I'm stronger than I look and if you plan right, you can navigate anything." The small brown eyed Amazon didn't admit that her knees were feeling a little wobbly and that she'd had to really concentrate. She'd made her point.
Arete stood with her mouth open and stared at the grinning brunette. "You. You." Her expression turned to one of wonder, "You are so beautiful." And she really was. The blue of Kalai's gown did everything for her skin, though that wasn't all that Arete was looking at. The warrior stepped forward and touched the smooth skin of the person that was calling to her. Her mouth was suddenly dry, but she spoke anyway. "I'm very impressed." Kalai grinned smartly at the Amazon right up until the strong woman was touching her skin, then she let out a little gasp. Arete leaned in for a searching kiss and found Kalai's soul.
There was an ahem from the entryway which startled them out of their blissful seduction. The Amazon guard gave them a little wave, looked at the door, grabbed the handle and then shut the door. The two warriors looked at each other and began to laugh.
Not too much later, that lovely torn gown was on the floor next to a set of white leather. The blonde was on her back, legs spread and her lover 's own body rocking in time to the convulsive movements of Arete's hips. The barest touch of Kalai's mouth on her breast caused her to gasp with pleasure and suckling caused the strong woman to feel weaker than a kitten and a pulse of liquid lightening to shoot straight to her loins. And when the small woman's hands drifted south and pressed against Arete's salty wet center, well the stars were not too high for her.
Kalai found Arete's lusty kisses more nourishing than her mothers milk (which might have been an exaggeration, but she felt like it was true). When the Amazon's long body lay on top of hers all she wanted to do was meld into the woman. Then, when Arete began the tantalizing exploration, tasting Kalai's place of need with an eager tongue, the young woman was wild with passion. Arete ended up with a few scratches on her back, but she didn't mind.
It was a tender night of play and seduction. Arete's warm hands examined and patrolled Kalai's body in a worshipful dance which produced moans of delight and fulfillment. The connection of their bodies were electric and wet. Kalai thrilled to the scent and feel of the warrior as her own hands and mouth did explorations of their own. It was a heady experience, which sent them reeling over love's precipice with a sweet abandon.
When it finally came time to sleep, Arete rolled Kalai over her (producing some giggles) until the young warrior was resting on the left side of the bed. Kalai's eyes grew wide, "you remembered," she whispered. Arete simply grinned and turned on her side, wrapped her arm around the small woman and pulled her close. Arete didn't care which side of the bed she was on, as long as it was with Kalai.
ŠJuly 1997