Warlord Daze

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: Oh Boy Is There. .This is a Prurient Piece with a Bit of Kink (If you hear the crack of the whip then you'll be in the neighborhood) Proceed at your own risk. :)

Earlier, since it wasn't forbidden, the red head had tilted her head so she could watch the dancers gyrate sensuously to the harmonious sounds and rhythms offered by Hercules' musicians. Their lazily erotic motions had added to the rough swell of lust that threatened to over take her when her lover had called her a gift.

She was a gift. That's what Xena thought of her. The memory of the warrior's words, the way those sky colored eyes looked at her thrilled through Gabrielle like the sweet taste of honey. She had, despite the appearance of reluctance, in that moment been absolutely ready for anything Xena wanted to do. Warm carnal liquid had begun its delicate covering from her center.

The strong little woman felt her lover shift and the leather of Xena's boots slid seductively (though probably not purposely) along her back. The slave issued a small sigh of contentment. To unknowing ears the sound was long suffering. To the sharp trained ears of a certain warrior with long dark shimmery hair it was a sound of love.

Gabrielle felt Xena's feet move. They slid abruptly across her back, making a whishing sound and thumped on the floor besides her. The bard felt her arms grabbed firmly and her body lifted, until she was in a curved kneeling position between the warrior's legs. She gasped as she made contact with her lover's burning gaze.

"Enjoy what you see?" The bard shivered. It could have been fear. The strawberry blonde suddenly realized she had no idea what her lover was planning next. A little wiggle of emotion settled in her belly. Her heartbeat hastened it's pace. Xena narrowed her gaze to something ferally wicked. "You like the dancers?" The warlord asked mildly enough, but the words were tinged with a subtle hint of seduction. Gabrielle's mouth was suddenly dry. She tried to speak. Her jaw worked but nothing would come out. It wasn't fear, was it?

The warlord smiled tightly and her grip sharpened. Gabrielle winced, but her body responded as if Xena had caressed her. Suddenly, despite the crowded noises and scrapes, there was no one else in the room. Just them. The Mediterranean leaned forward until Gabrielle could smell the sweet dark flavor of port on her breath. Something undecipherable glittered in Xena's gaze. "I like the dancers too."

Gabrielle thought for a moment that her heart stopped. Certainly time stopped for her. Then it started again when the Warrior Princess commanded, "Dance."

Xena let go of the bard abruptly.

That's when Gabrielle was suddenly made aware of her surroundings again. There was the bustle and clank of dishes being served, the beat of the music (which, for some reason, at that very moment, seemed to match the pounding of blood which assailed her inner ear) and the powerful sensation of being watched.

And she was . .being watched. . .and not just by her lover. She was suddenly aware of the attention of her Amazons, her cousin, Hercules, Iolaus and who knew how many warlords and servants. It was the oddest sensation and she, who made a living standing in front of audiences, suddenly felt a great deal of shyness. It made her blush and the crimson of her awareness pinked all of her skin.

She bowed her head to her mistress, but couldn't lower her eyes from the compelling gaze. Dance. Gods. Dance. It had been. . .a long time. . .but she could dance. She did, at least, have some sense of rhythm. She had a sudden flash of memory, from a time when she felt a similar compelling pulse in her blood and body.

Dance.

She heard Hercules say something. The fair woman's mind wouldn't interpret. It was too busy. Her body was following her warlord's command and she found herself standing and feeling a little dizzy from it all. Which meant she was already swaying a little by the time she was fully upright.

It was the blink that freed her. She blinked and suddenly she could think. . .enough to plan her next move. Which meant that she stepped back and back again, letting her hips roll seductively and her shoulders and arms. She looked around herself briefly noting the pace and step of the women behind her and experienced a flash of insight. Her lover sought to tease her, therefore she would tease her lover. She would see just how much the Warlord liked dancers.

She let herself blend in with their steps. They were covered. She was not, so she stood out and those in the audience were very aware of her presence. But she stepped as the dancers stepped, moved as they moved and in moments she was a part of their dance.

The music changed, however, with the dancers melding and moving sensuously closer and closer together until they were almost touching body to body. Then Gabrielle abruptly remembered the fate of that poor man. For a second she almost panicked, then she remembered, she had Xena's permission. She surrendered to the moment. They squared into each other, exchanging partners and caressing one another in wavy steamy motions. Out of the corner of her eye, Gabrielle thought she saw a warlord drop the drumstick he was nibbling on. It was certainly getting. . quieter.

She felt arms wrap around her waist. Not Xena's. Xena was way over there, watching with as intense a gaze as the red head had ever seen. She was drinking her port and Gabrielle wondered, briefly whether her lover had eaten. She certainly looked. . .hungry. Gabrielle could feel the pull of the Warlord's gaze, the fire of it. She gyrated her hips with the woman behind her and slid her hands up around the woman's neck, gently clasping. Her gaze never left her lover's. She'd been captured again.

At some point, she wasn't sure how, she was out of the woman's grasp and had danced her way closer to Xena. Her audience was forgotten (and some had forgotten to breathe and only remembered when they suddenly had to inhale) and her world became only Xena.

That's when her hands began to move.

She wasn't even aware of the way she looked as she touched herself, of the way her lips parted and her fingers stroked lightly against her skin and then waved out in summoning motions. Certainly her nipples had become hard throbbing points a long time ago. Her color was high. Her eyes were narrowed in desire. Her undulating motions were excruciatingly erotic and potent.

Xena had maintained her end of the conversation. She'd actually involved her warlords in the discussion. However, Hercules had lost track some time ago and Iolaus had lost it from the start of the dance. The hall in general was still noisy, but the leaders had fallen into silence. Xena took lazy sips from her drink. She was far far away from being drunk, but her eyes had become heavy lidded. She set the drink down very casually. Her desire burned wildly in her. Gods, the dance was so hot she wanted take Gabrielle then and there. She could feel the pressure of her leathers against her skin, the way her legs parted of themselves. She was pouring. . .She was going to have to do something. Quick.

She didn't bother looking at her nemesis. He was occupied.

She grinned at her players, who seemed just as occupied as the rest. And they were, mostly. Arden was definitely as riveted as the rest of them. That was a good sign. Certainly Vivian's hand was resting comfortably under the table. Xena grinned sensuously. Then she nodded quietly at Eponin, who silently excused herself (though truth be told, she wished she could stay.)

It was time for phase two.