Ardent Warrior...Passionate Bard...Jealous
Queen
Part 1
by
ArdentTly
E-Mail: ardenttly@yahoo.com
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Chapter 1
The September moon shone down from a clear star-filled night. Its rays dappled the ground of a quiet and dark campsite. Faintly glowing embers of a hastily built and largely unattended fire twinkled and then blinked out. Two huddled forms lay wrapped in each other's arms. The two women cuddled, shivering, knowing one of them should get up to start a fire but neither willing to stop the snuggling to do so.
"Gabrielle," Xena said quietly. "C'mon, let me get up and put some wood on the fire. Hey..." Gabrielle's only response was to grab the warrior tighter and make sure all of her rapidly cooling body parts were on Xena and not the cold hard ground. She shivered, and her teeth chattered. "That's it. Let me up, woman. It'll only take a minute, and then I'll gladly be your hot-water bottle again. OK?" No response. Hmmm, the warrior thought. My neck is killing me. I gotta get up, if only to get the crick out.
"Ah, Gabrielle? Aren't you hungry? I'll get us something to eat and put some nice hot tea on. Huh?" Gabrielle poked her head out from under the thin covers. "Ooh, I'm hungry, all right." she purred. "And I know a much better way to get warm, too. Besides, I'm not going to lay on this cold ground until you make a fire. Nuh-uh...no way...not gonna happen. I'm freezin' here!"
Xena chuckled, a low rumble emitting from the back of her throat. She kissed the bard's nose. The bard nuzzled into the woman's raven hair and sighed deeply. My, she could get used to waking up in Xena's warm, strong, and very capable arms. Yes, indeedy. She really was cold, and this made her somewhat cranky.
It wasn't even dawn yet, and she'd had so little sleep. Not that she was complaining. No, no, no, not one bit. She didn't want to sleep anymore this day. She snaked her hand up beneath the warrior's sleep shift and cupped her sex. Xena drew her legs up and parted them slightly. She released a ragged breath as a finger slowly caressed the length of her labia. She felt the tip at her opening, and it seemed her breath was caught in her throat. Gabrielle added another fingertip and gently pulled down at the now very moist opening. She loved it when Xena did it to her, stretching the opening and slowly sliding in just the fingertips, teasing her.
By the response she was getting, Xena liked it too. Gabrielle looked down at the half-closed eyes of her warrior and smiled. Gods, but she loved this woman!
Suddenly, Xena's hand clutched the bard's wrist and thrust the probing fingers forward. Both women moaned at the deep contact. Gabrielle covered her lover's mouth with a passionate kiss. Xena's tongue entered the woman's hot mouth and began matching the bard's thrusts. She roughly kneaded the proffered breast with one hand as Gabrielle ran her hand through ebony hair.
Soon, both women were gasping, their bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat. Gabrielle moved her thigh between the muscular legs before her. As her mound came into contact with the bare hot flesh, she thrust forward. The pressure of her pubic bone sliding against Xena made the bard pull away from their deep kisses with a moan. Each thrust against her slick folds matched those of the fingers buried in Xena. Gabrielle propped herself up partially with her free arm and gazed intently into the cerulean blue eyes before her.
The swell of her partially exposed breast was too enticing to be ignored. Xena buried her face in between them and began kissing every inch of their bare flesh. The bard moaned deeply and began to thrust forcefully, pinning her own hand and then almost withdrawing her fingers. Xena wrapped her legs just below the bard's bottom and squeezed. Gabrielle felt the muscles spasm around her fingers and a tremor begin. The bard stroked faster and deeper as Xena's back arched. Both her hands grabbed the bard's bottom and parted the cheeks, grinding into her. "Oh, gods, Gab...ri...elle!!" shouted the warrior, head thrown back. As she came, Xena's teeth flashed in a feral smile, eyes twinkling through half-opened eyes.
As Gabrielle was nearing her own orgasm, she took in the sight before her. As Xena lay back down, the bard withdrew her sopping fingers. Now, with both hands free, she grabbed Xena's shoulders and thrust roughly against her, looking for release. In response, Xena shifted her leg and began kneading her fleshy buttocks sensually. Seeing the bard very close to coming, she rolled them over into the dirt, disengaged herself from the bard, and buried her face between the legs of her lover. It was so sudden that Gabrielle was left wondering how she could be in control in one moment and at the mercy of Xena in the next. Oh, yes, indeed. This woman had many skills.
This thought ran briefly through her head before waves of ecstasy began rolling over her. She felt three fingers slide into her, pumping steadily. As Xena lapped at her clitoris, another orgasm struck. Oh, how she wanted this feeling to go on forever! Another wave began to swell. To have time slow so that she could take in all of the experience--the sight, sound, and smell! With a deep groan, the bard surrendered to the exquisite emotions rolling over her very soul.
Their lovemaking had been rather tentative in the beginning, but was soon at an all-consuming level that seemed to grow in strength and need. They just couldn't seem to get enough of each other. Each woman fed off the other's passion and gave back tenfold. Their energy seemed to rise to a fever pitch each time they made love. The air around them seethed and crackled with electricity.
As Gabrielle lay spent, Xena crawled slowly up and kissed her gently. She began removing the bits of leaves and sticks from the bard's damp hair. Gabrielle smiled. The sky was now reddish-pink, as dawn had arrived unnoticed. Xena arched an eyebrow at her lover. Hair in a tangle, face and body streaked with sweat and dirt, but, oh, how the bard's eyes did shine!
"We need to get cleaned up, Gabrielle," she purred, giving the woman a sweet kiss.
"Well, at least we're not cold anymore, right?" She chuckled. "I guess we started our own fire, huh?"
Xena kissed her gently. "Mmm. You start a fire in me each time we kiss, my love," replied the warrior. Xena thought to herself, my, how easily these terms of endearment came to her. Even when she was with Hercules, she'd thought about what she was going to say in advance. Not so with Gabrielle. Not at all.
As she rose from the blankets, the pungent fragrance of their recent passion filled the air. Both women took a shuddering breath and smirked at each other. "Oh, my, yes. A dip in the stream would definitely be an improvement," giggled the bard. Xena reached a hand out and pulled her lover up.
Later, the two sat nestled, one in front of the other, enjoying each other's companionship as they dried themselves by the fire pit.. Gabrielle poked the fire. She had never been this happy. Ever. This made her wonder. If things were perfect, it meant the gods might be jealous. She certainly didn't want any gods mad at her! And that...God of W....Well, she just wouldn't say his name.
"When do you think we'll get to Amazonia?" she asked. "We must be getting close by now.
Xena kissed her lover's ear and hugged her closer. "Yup. I guess we'll camp just near their boundary tonight. Unless, well, we could both ride and make it to the Amazon village by, say, suppertime. How 'bout that, my ever-hungry bard?"
"Now, there's a plan," chuckled Gabrielle as she finished her tea and hardtack. "Even though their cook has absolutely no imagination in the kitchen, it'll be better than this."
"Yeah," said Xena. "We do need some supplies."
After a brief trip to the stream, camp was struck, and Argo was saddled, ready to go. As they made their way south toward the Amazons, each had her reasons for haste. Xena wanted to let her guard down a little and enjoy their blossoming romance. She loved her bard so much. She had, she reflected, ever since the woman had taken a stand against the slavers in Poteidaia. She knew their affections wouldn't be frowned upon by the Amazons, which would give them both a chance to explore their new feelings in a relaxed atmosphere.
Gabrielle had a different reason. She wanted to revel in their blossoming relationship, sure. But she also wanted to brag a little. After all, she knew how most of the Amazons looked at her warrior. "Her" warrior. She liked the sound of that.
Gabrielle snuggled into Xena as they rode on Argo. Both were lost in their private thoughts for a while. The Warrior Princess held her bard's hand tightly as she urged the horse into a canter. Whether from the rocking motion of riding or from the lack of sleep, Gabrielle was soon lulled to sleep. Her left hand found its way between Xena's legs and just nestled there comfortably. Xena sensed nothing overly sexual in this, just comforting. A smile seemed to reach from ear to ear as a sigh slowly escaped her lips.