Scenes from the Cutting-Room
Floor:
Chakram
by LaLa
E-Mail: lala@screamingxenas.com
Xena,
still in her empty-vessel state, is alone with Gabrielle around the campfire.
X: "Gabrielle, please?"
G: "Xena, we've been doing it all evening."
X: "C'mon, one more time."
G: "Oh, all right, but this is the last time." *begins to silently act out a charade*
X: "Hair? Big hair...scary hair...snake hair? Frozen...statue? Stone -- are you Medusa?"
G: "Yep."
X: "I win! Are you sure you don't want to play again?"
G: "I'm positive, Xena. Since when do you like playing charades anyway? Usually, you hate it."
X: "I do? Oh...well, I like your stories. Tell me another one."
G: "Xena, I've told you all my stories, and you've read all my scrolls."
X: "Oh. Well, I...I guess I'll go to bed, then." *fluffs her bedroll*
G: *gives Xena's body the once-over* "Ummm, we could --"
X: "Talk!?"
G: "Talk?"
X: "Yeah, talk about girl stuff, feelings...you know."
G: "A sensitive chat? You're scaring me, Xena -- I have a better idea."
X: "What's that?"
G: "I'll give you a hint: it's something both of us like to do." *throws Xena a saucy wink*
X: "Braiding and combing each other's hair?"
G: "No." *seductively runs her foot up Xena's leg*
X: "Hey, that tickles." *giggles*
G: "Xena, are you playing hard to get?" *sidles up beside Xena and starts nibbling on her earlobe*
X: "Gabrielle?"
G: "Hmmm?" *nibbles on Xena's neck*
X: "Are you...hungry?"
G: "Starved." *places kisses on Xena's cleavage*
X: "Because I have something you can eat --"
G: *growls* "I bet you do." *straddles Xena's lap and gives her a big ol' juicy kiss*
X: "Gamphrille?"
G: "Yes?"
X: "What are you doing?"
G: "Isn't it obvious?" *places tiny kisses all over Xena's face*
X: "Not really..."
G: "You mean you don't remember...this?"
X: *shakes head* "Some of my memories are fuzzy."
G: "_This_ is fuzzy?" *points to their close proximity and intertwined limbs*
X: "Kind of."
G: *plants a slow sexy kiss on Xena's lips* "Getting any clearer?"
X: "Uh..."
G: *disbelieving* "You, me, and the bedroll don't ring _any_ bells?"
X: "Not a single one."
G: "This is not happening." *gets up and starts angrily pacing around* "First, we die. Then we go to heaven and hell. When we get back, you've lost your dark side, you start scarf-shopping, and now this!" *muttering to self* "This is a dream, a very bad dream."
X: "It's OK, Gabrielle."
G: "No, it's not. I am tense, Xena, reaaaal tense!"
X: "You should relax."
G: "That's what I was trying to do." *starts rubbing the back of her neck*
X: "I could rub your shoulders."
G: "It's not my shoulders that need rubbing, Xena."
X: "Now that you mention it, I'm feeling tense too."
G: "You are?"
X: "And hot. Is it warm tonight, or is it just me?" *fans self* "By the way, I like your new outfit."
G: "You do?"
X: "It really shows off your arms, your back..." *voice drops an octave* "Have you been working out?"
G: "You noticed?"
X: "Well, yeah, when you were sitting in my lap kissing me, squeezing me with your thighs, running your fingers through my -- hey, why did you stop anyway?"
G: *perks up* "So you liked it, even though you don't remember it?"
X: *blushes* "Yeah."
G: *has a burst of inspiration* "Xena, how would you like to play a new game?"
X: "Sure."
G: "It's called Simon Says. The only rule is you have to do whatever I say."
X: "Do we take turns, or do we play until someone loses or --"
G: "Xena?"
X: "Yes?"
G: "Simon Says shut up and kiss me."
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(c) 1999, LaLa