COPYRIGHT - Xena, Gabrielle and any other characters featured in the actual TV series are copyrighted to MCA/Universal and Renaissance Pictures. The story and any other characters are mine. I receive no financial benefit from writing this story. I thank MCA/Universal for their kindness in allowing fan fiction to exist.
LOVE/SEX WARNING/DISCLAIMER - This story depicts a love/sexual relationship between two consenting adult women. If you are under 18 years of age or if this type of story is illegal in the state or country in which you live, please do not read it. If depictions of this nature disturb you, you may wish to read something other than this story.
I slide my fingers up her stomach, lightly touching her here and there. She moans. I feel that sound pierce me, and I moan. I let the back of my hand brush her nipple, and this time I gasp as desire burns in me and I grow wet with love.
How wonderful are our sounds of love. Small whimpers, gasps and more escape our lips. I think I cannot want or love her more than I do at this moment. I move away from those lips, kissing down her neck to a perfect breast. I kiss it tenderly and then I look into her eyes and try to tell her of my love for her. How love has conquered me, and in that conquering, has so completely inundated itself in me that to try and separate it from me would be my death.
But I fail to tell her. Words are not easy for me. I communicate better through actions or a look. So I pour all of my love into my eyes, and falling into her eyes, say simply "My love."
It is enough, for now.
She smiles, easily giving her love to me. Why she loves me I'll never know. That a woman so completely 'good' and 'kind' would love one such as me is beyond any understanding.
I pour love upon her other breast. Her hands stroke my head, tangling themselves in my hair. She moves, pushing her breast harder into my mouth, indicating that the time for gentleness is swiftly passing.
"More." She whispers. My hands and mouth are happy to obey.
'Oh Gabrielle.'' I think. 'Did I draw breath before you came into my life? Was that the first day I felt the warmth of the sun touch my skin? Was there a reason for life before?'
'That first night by the fire, when you pointed out the stars in the heavens, was that the first night they ever existed? I was sure I had never seen them before.'
My hands roam faster over her skin of silk. My kisses take on a new urgency as I let one hand venture down to her warm, moist glove, so perfect is the fit of my hand inside of her.
She purrs in her throat, tilting back her head, exposing a beautiful, slender neck. A more ideal nibbling spot has never been seen! I do the honors, minding the responsibilities of my hands at the same time.
'Gabrielle, do you know you are the torch in the dark wilderness of my soul? You keep the flame lit, warming me, allowing me sight. I now see more than I have ever seen before you.'
'You've shifted my thoughts, altered my reality. I think differently now. You have shown me the way to this point. You've taught me that each situation may have many paths and to consider each choice before choosing.'
'Have I told you that sometimes I see a glow around your body, knowing it could only be the purity of your spirit pouring forth upon those you touch? That others see this magical essence of you and all are drawn to it, instinctively turning to you like turning toward a fresh, cool breeze on a hot summer's day?
I stroke her gently but her hips press into my hand. And I, being possessed by her love, can deny her nothing.
I hold her tighter, enter her more deeply and increase our pace. My mouth seeks hers, needing to feel her lips and breath.
Faster. Tighter. Harder.
'Gabrielle. I would brand you with my love so all the world would gaze on you and know that you are mine. I would combine us somehow, so that you and I were not separated by this flesh, but were one being.'
And yet, I would not wish that. For then she would be subject to my true darkness, the horrors of my past, the murky thoughts of my present. She is far too precious to expose to that.
"Please." You beg, and again I must obey.
I inhale her scent, her sweetness, her excitement. And it propels me toward my own precipice.
My lips and tongue know well the motions of our dance. I bring her close to the edge, then pull her back again, as much for my pleasure as for hers. I want this to last as long as possible. Being emersed in her love is my safe haven, my refuge.
As she gathers momentum, as the haze of passion clouds her eyes and mind, I allow my heart to sing. *I* do this to her. *I* bring her this pleasure. *I* am the one this glorious creature wants to share her life with.
And as we float together through the endless sea of our love, I speak. "Thank you Gabrielle."
Thoughts greatly appreciated - LeadWolf
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