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  Eternally 12
  
  by XENAamazon
  
    Xena took a deep breath and tried to remember why she had wanted to
  journey  weeks on end to return home to visit her mother. She and 
  Gabrielle had
  been  wanting to visit Cyrene for quite some time but weather and 
  other assorted  distractions had prevented them. Finally, though, 
  they had traversed the long distance and had walked into the town 
  limits of Amphipolis just hours previously. All ready Xena was ready 
  to leave.
  
  "I honestly don't know how you've managed to live so long, Xena." 
  Cyrene was saying as she busied herself making up the bed in Xena's 
  old room. 
  
  "You don't take care of yourself, you don't eat right at all....."
     Xena sighed and glanced over at Gabrielle who unsuccessfully tried 
  to hide a grin at her lover's discomfort. Mothers were mothers the 
  known world over,  this fact would never change....and Gabby had to 
  admit Cyrene was VERY good at playing the martyred mom.
  
  "I take good care of Xena." the bard offered up.
   
    The small woman straightened up from tucking a blanket in and 
  approached Gabrielle. Lovingly she placed both hands on either side 
  of Gabby's face and squeezed affectionately. "Of COURSE you do....not 
  that she'll take a lot of advice. She's so stubborn."
   
    Once free of the inn keeper's loving but vice like grip, Gabrielle 
  grinned  mischievously. "Xena? Stubborn? I hadn't noticed, 
  Cyrene...."
   
    Xena shot her lifemate an "I'll get you for that later" smirk.
    "Did I ever tell you about when Xena was a little girl and she dug 
  up the
    neighbour's prize winning roses to give me for a birthday present?"
   
    The warrior groaned inwardly and sat on the bed wishing the Tavern 
  would
    collapse on her.
   
    "Why no....what a thoughtful gift!" Gabby was enjoying this WAY too 
  much.
   
    "Mother....." Xena finally interjected. "We're a little tired. Can 
  we take a nap before dinner?"
  
  Her mother was at her side in an instant checking her forehead. "Are 
  you  coming down with something?"
   
  Xena batted her mother's hand away. "No, I'm just tired." she tried to
  soften her tone as she saw her mother's slightly hurt look.  "You 
  know how I get after a long trip." she explained.
   
  Cyrene smiled warmly and went to the door. "I know, I know.....now 
  you two get some rest and I'll call you down to dinner later on. It's 
  so good to have you both here!" and with a quick kiss to Gabby's 
  cheek Cyrene shut the door behind her and left the two women alone.
   
  Xena layed back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Why was she more
  exhausted than when she was on the road? It was a puzzle that she 
  could never solve. She felt Gabrielle lay down next to her and nuzzle 
  against her shoulder. Happily she embraced the love of her life and 
  felt the tension leave her body.
   
  "She loves you SO much." Gabby whispered.
   
  "I know, but one of these days that love is going to kill me." Xena 
  joked.
   
  "So let's concentrate on something else......like.....getting you out 
  of these leathers and under the covers."
   
  The dark haired warrior liked the sound of those words. She pulled her
  love close and gently kissed her lips. The gentle kiss grew till both 
  women were a tangle of arms and legs and.....brass.
   
  "Xena!" Gabrielle yelped. "How many times do I have to tell you to 
  take off your armour before you get me in a clinch!?"
   
    Xena's blue eyes glinted with a touch of evil in them. "That isn't a
  clinch,"  she said as she slowly crawled towards Gabrielle like a 
  panther, "THIS is a clinch!" and she pounced.
   
  Deftly she removed her armour while wrestling a very giggly bard. 
  Piece by piece the leather and brass armour hit the floor, followed 
  by the leather bodice. Nude and still in a mood the warrior finally 
  faked a move to the left and when Gabrielle blocked it she grabbed 
  the smaller woman's arm and twisted it behind her back making her 
  immobile.....she thought.
   
  Gabrielle countered with a stomp to her lover's foot that was wholly
  unexpected. "OUCH!" Xena yelped and let go.
   
  "HA!" the bard crowed in victory.....and then promptly tripped over a 
  stray boot and ended up face down on the bed with Xena pinning her 
  very effectively this time. That didn't mean she was through playing. 
  Arms and legs flying every which way, the bard managed to knock over 
  the oil lamp by the bed making a resounding crash. Xena didn't seem 
  to notice and merely flipped Gabby over onto her back and lay on top 
  of her, pinning her arms and grinning down at her.
   
  "Give?" the warrior smirked.
   
  "No! Never! I'm gonna wipe the floor with you, Warrior Princess!"
  Gabrielle laughed loudly, realising there wasn't a way in Tartarus 
  she could make good on that threat.
   
  Xena leaned over the squirming woman and placed loving kisses on her
  bosom.
  Then nipped. Then pulled at first one nipple then the other, noting 
  how Gabrielle stopped squirming and giggling and started a low 
  responsive murmuring of "Yes.....oh, yes Xena....."
   
  Xena released Gabrielle's right hand which immediately found it's way 
  to caress Xena's face. The left, once released, trailed down Xena's 
  back causing little goose bumps to rise in it's wake. Xena shuddered 
  and set to undressing Gabby as quickly as possible. Soon there was a 
  messy pile of skirt, top, boots, and leathers and two women engrossed 
  in a soft attack of love.
   
  Xena positioned herself between Gabrielle's legs so that their mounds
  touched and immediately felt how wet her lover all ready was. She 
  ground down as hard as she dared to and felt Gabrielle's clit touch 
  her own. It was all she could do to keep from climaxing right then 
  and there. With movements well practised she began a rhythmic pumping 
  and felt her own juices mix with that of her lover's.
   
  Gabrielle gasped and jumped as little electric type shocks coursed 
  through her body. She became aware of the fact that she was murmuring 
  a long stream of nonsense encouragement to the warrior lying on top 
  of her, and that Xena seemed to be enjoying her words. So she tried 
  to concentrate a bit harder and
  found herself saying,"Oh that's good, Xe....please baby, please don't 
  stop..." 
  
  Xena growled low in her throat and took her right hand to place 
  between
  her legs and entered Gabrielle easily, still lying in the same place. 
  The pumping continued and the nipping increased until both warrior 
  and bard were on the verge of spilling over into the ecstasy of 
  release.
   
  Gabrielle's passion caused her voice to rise and she cried out again 
  and again her lover's name as she climaxed so hard she became faint
  afterwards.
  
  She was aware of Xena rolling off of her to lie beside her, and she 
  was aware that she snuggled tightly in her lover's embrace as she 
  always did after an orgasm.....then she was aware of Xena taking her 
  hand and placing it on her own centre and suggestively moving her 
  hips over her fingertips.
   
  Gabrielle naturally reciprocated, her head clearing fast. The aroused
  scent of Xena drove her to another passion high and she eagerly 
  placed her entire hand inside the quivering warrior's body. "Let go, 
  honey." she whispered to Xena, knowing that the one she loved had a 
  hard time releasing occasionally.
  
  "I'm here, I love you, and I want to see your face as you give 
  yourself to me."
   
  "Gabrieeeelle!" Xena cried out, clutching at the bard as her body
  convulsed in a dance of orgasmic release.
   
  As the warrior settled back down on the pillow, Gabrielle kept her 
  hand nestled deep inside. She leaned forward and kissed Xena on the 
  breast.
  
  Then at that very moment......
   
  The door to the room opened and Cyrene was standing there with a 
  broom in her hand.
  
  "OH! I....I heard alot of noise and yelling and I....I thought you
  may be in trouble so I...." her voice trailed off.
   
  You'd never seen two women blush such a deep shade of crimson in your 
  life as when Xena and Gabrielle realised just what the inn keeper had 
  seen, heard and..well....smelled.  Nobody could bring themselves to 
  speak, not even the usually talkative Gabrielle.
   
  Cyrene saved them all by regaining her composure and saying, "Well, 
  it's not like I'm a Hestian Virgin. How do you think I conceived my 
  children?" 
  
  She winked at the couple as she exited. "Oh, and Xena? Pick up your 
  room....it looks like a herd of centaurs swept through here." The 
  door latched behind her.
   
  "Pick up my room?" Xena muttered in disbelief.
   
  "Well, it could be worse," Gabby mused.
   
  "HOW?"
   
  "It could have been Joxer who walked in on us and he could have 
  wanted a
  group hug."
   
   Xena burst out in laughter...her partner had a pretty good point 
  there...
  ======================================================================
  The End

  THE FEVER (Rated NC-17 for explicit sex, BDSM content and some non 
  consensual sex..this story contains The Conqueror)
  
  By xesbard
  
  
  Gabrielle pulled the furs closer around her and turned to face the 
  fire more fully. She hated this feeling - her body insisting on 
  shuddering with fever, her breathing rough, her skin clammy. She had 
  been fighting this for days, and had finally given up tonight. 
  
  
  Xena returned from the lake's edge with another pot of water, and the 
  herbs she had pulled from her healing pack. She gazed at the bard, 
  worried about the fever that had risen so quickly. Gabrielle did not 
  often get sick, but when she did. Xena remembered when the coughing 
  sickness had taken the bard last season - Xena almost lost her that 
  time. She was determined to break this fever before it settled in her 
  lover's chest. 
  
  
  Mixing the herbs in water warmed from the fire, she handed the cup to 
  Gabrielle, then settled in behind the bard, pulling the smaller woman 
  close in to her chest. Gabrielle rested against the warm leather 
  covering Xena's breasts, her head tucked under the Warrior's chin. 
  She sniffed the cup, then wrinkled her nose.
  
  
  "What is this stuff, Xena? It smells different from what you've given 
  me before."
  
  
  Xena pulled her love closer, and wrapped her arms around her. "It is 
  a new combination, meant to break your fever before it can really 
  take hold." Xena sighed. She had decided to try this cure, but the 
  side effects were worrisome. How much to tell the bard? 
  
  
  "Then why are you nervous?" Gabby read the warrior's thoughts - as 
  usual.
  
  
  "I am not nervous - I don't get nervous. Well, not often." Xena had 
  to smile at how well the bard knew her. "These herbs may cause you to 
  have strange dreams. They are quite strong, and I don't want you to 
  be scared at what may fill your mind. So I'm staying right here, and 
  will hold you until you awaken."
  
  
  "What kind of dreams?" Now Gabrielle was tense. She did not want her 
  mind filled with the heartbreak of Hope, or the guilt of Solan's 
  death, or with images of Callisto. But she trusted Xena with her 
  life, and knew the warrior would rather die than hurt her. She hadn't 
  tasted the medicine yet, however. 
  
  
  Xena took a breath. "People sometimes dream of secret longings - 
  things they would never admit while awake, even to themselves." Her 
  old fear gripped her - that Gabrielle would dream of leaving her, of 
  settling down, or of returning to rule the Amazons. The bard had many 
  options, and staying with an old ex-warlord might not be at the top 
  of her list. Xena knew it was a risk to give Gabrielle these herbs. 
  But she must not get sick again, she thought to herself. Her health 
  and safety are worth the risk. no matter what she discovers. Xena 
  pulled Gabrielle's body closer, and held her tightly.
  
  
  Secret longings? I don't have any secret longings. at least I don't 
  think I do. but maybe that's what they call them 'secret'. Gabby 
  squeezed Xena's hand, then downed the potion. It was bitter, and left 
  a slimy aftertaste. "Yuck!" she exclaimed, setting the cup down. 
  
  
  Xena chuckled. "I guess you made up your mind, my bard," she said 
  softly, and kissed the back of Gabby's neck. 
  
  
  Gabby felt the herbs hit her stomach, and caught her breath as warmth 
  spread through her body. All her muscles began to relax, and she felt 
  tingling in her fingers and down her legs. This stuff is fast! She 
  struggled to stay awake, but could only murmur, "I love you," as her 
  eyes closed and her breathing became even. 
  
  
  Xena shifted her weight into a more comfortable position, her back 
  resting against a large boulder. She pulled the furs over both of 
  them, and kissed her love again. "Sleep well," she whispered. "I'll 
  be here - always."
  
  =========================
  
  
  Gabrielle looked around, trying to discern where she was. She had 
  never seen this place before, and yet it felt vaguely familiar. She 
  was laying on a chase in the corner of a large room. The walls were 
  brightly lit with torches which also contained incense, for a 
  seductive scent rose with the smoke. Ornate tapestries hung between 
  the torches, and a thick rug graced the stone floor. A large table 
  stood in the middle of the room, with six chairs around it. Currently 
  it was filled with bowls of fruit, nuts, bread, and a platter of what 
  smelled like roast lamb. Gabrielle's mouth began to water, and she 
  struggled to turn her attention away from the table, and to the rest 
  of the room. 
  
  
  Behind the table against the near wall, was a large desk. It was 
  covered in maps and scrolls, and clearly was a work space where work 
  was actually done. A seating area composed of more chases and low 
  chairs was arranged close to the fire. Beyond that was an alcove 
  which seemed filled with a large bed. 
  
  
  Gabrielle was alone. Where was she? Had she been her before? Why did 
  this seem familiar? And where was Xena? Looking down, the bard gasp 
  at her own attire. She was dressed only in a thin silk robe, which 
  was tied loosely around her waist. She had no undergarments on, 
  surprising in itself, and her brows raised when she noticed that the 
  fur around her mound had been neatly trimmed. 
  
  
  But what made Gabrielle's breath catch in her throat was when she 
  examined the soft leather cuffs which encircled her wrists, ankles, 
  and her throat. They were lined in sheepskin, tight without being 
  uncomfortable, and each had a small metal ring attached to the 
  outside of it. She felt the collar around her neck, noticing it had 
  two rings --one in front and one in back. She also noticed it, like 
  the cuffs, had no buckles. Where in Hades was she??!
  
  
  Gabrielle rose and moved slowly to the desk. She felt weak, as if she 
  had walked a very long way. Her head felt fuzzy. That must be it - 
  she must have been ill. A fever, perhaps, interfering with her 
  memory? 
  
  
  The bard put these thoughts aside as she examined the maps on the 
  desk. What was this? Greece was the same shape, here was Potidea, and 
  here was Amphipolis. But why was Corinth so large? And why was it 
  labeled as the capitol? And where was Athens?! It wasn't even on the 
  map!!
  
  
  Gabrielle was so intent on her study that she didn't hear the tall 
  woman enter the room and come close to stand behind her. Her senses 
  finally realized she was no longer alone, and she turned with a 
  start. Looking up into cerulean eyes, she smiled. "There you are! I 
  was wondering where you were. Xena."
  
  
  Her voice died in her throat as the woman moved quickly to her and 
  grabbed her collar ring around a strong finger, pulling the smaller 
  woman up on her tiptoes. "What was that?" she asked on a low and 
  frightening voice. "That is Lord Xena to you, village girl. Forget 
  again and you will not like the reminder." Gabrielle almost fell as 
  Xena released the collar, and struggled to find her footing. Gasping 
  with surprise, she forced herself to remain quiet, and took in the 
  woman before her. This looked like her love, sounded like her, 
  smelled like her. But.
  
  
  Xena was dressed in an elaborate silk tunic, the blue matching her 
  eyes perfectly, the gold trim looking suspiciously like real gold 
  thread. It was long, coming down to her knees, and silk leggings fell 
  below to her ankles. Her feet were sheathed in gold sandals, and her 
  toenails were painted in what looked like gold leaf. 
  
  
  They were clearly no longer in the realm that the bard called home. 
  She instinctively lowered her eyes and said softly, "Forgive me, Lord 
  Xena. My memory is playing tricks on me. I'm afraid I don't know 
  where we are."
  
  
  "Then let me remind you, my bard." Xena pushed Gabrielle back to the 
  wall, and raised her arms above her head, fastening the cuffs with a 
  metal clip to a ring in the stone. "Spread your legs," the warrior 
  commanded, slapping the inside of Gabrielle's thigh. The smaller 
  woman responded immediately, and felt her lover fasten each ankle 
  cuff to another corresponding ring, leaving her spread wide and taut 
  against the cold stone. 
  
  
  "Now." Xena smiled coldly. She unfastened the tie around Gabby's 
  waist, leaving her naked as the silk brushed along her breasts. 
  Gabrielle's nipples stood up in the breeze, and Xena smiled again as 
  she took one in her mouth. The bard gasp at the sensations fighting 
  inside her - the warm lips on her breast, the cold air on her stomach 
  and legs, the feeling of immobility as she struggled against her 
  bonds. She felt herself becoming very wet, and a moan escaped her 
  lips.
  
  
  "Now do you remember?" Xena asked. "Do you remember who you belong 
  to, village girl? Who owns you? Who decides how you live, and even IF 
  you live?? Who takes her pleasure on you, and gives you pleasure as 
  she sees fit??"
  
  
  As she spoke Xena pinched the bard's breast, then moved her hand down 
  to cup her mound, stroking her outer lips and smirking at the wetness 
  she found. "Who makes you wet, village girl? Who cums on you, and 
  allows you to cum as she desires it? WHO??" 
  
  
  Gabby found her voice enough to whisper, "You, Lord Xena. Only you."
  
  
  "That's right, bard. you belong to."
  
  
  "You."
  
  
  "You love only."
  
  
  "You."
  
  
  The Warlord stroked the bard's slit, increasing the wetness, 
  lubricating her fingers and the back of her hand. "Who makes you 
  cum?" she asked, as she thrust four fingers into the smaller woman.
  
  
  "YOU!" Gabby gasped at the thrill of being taken like this. Her Xena 
  had never been this forceful - had never conquered her like this. She 
  was surprised at her reaction, and more surprised that she wasn't 
  satisfied. 
  
  
  Xena recognized the bard's need, and unfastened the cuffs. Gabby 
  dropped into her arms, limbs asleep after being strained so. Xena 
  picked the smaller woman up and carried her to the alcove, depositing 
  her on the bed. Quickly stripping off her clothes, she lay atop 
  Gabrielle, pinning her to the bed. Xena kissed her softly, increasing 
  the pressure as she took possession of the bard's mouth. Gabby 
  responded with a moan, kissing her love back with a passion she had 
  never felt. She began to writhe under Xena's weight, her struggle 
  increasing her pleasure. 
  
  
  Xena nipped Gabrielle's neck, and then bit down her chest, hard 
  enough to leave marks but not break skin. The simultaneous 
  pleasure/pain was enough to bring the bard to the brink, and she 
  struggled harder against Xena's weight. 
  
  
  Suddenly Xena raised up, grabbing the bards arms hard enough to 
  bruise. "You are moving too much!" she growled, pushing Gabby harder 
  into the bed. "You will not pleasure yourself on me. You are here for 
  MY pleasure - nothing more!"
  
  
  Gabrielle gasped and became still. Her senses were heightened by her 
  fear, and yet she knew she was safe with this woman. Even in this 
  alternate reality, Xena was her life - her soul. The two sensations - 
  fear and love, combined to take her to new heights of arousal.
  
  
  It took all her willpower, but the bard stayed still as Xena rubbed 
  herself on her thigh. She watched as her love's eyes closed in 
  pleasure, then opened to stare at her with a hooded look. Her arms 
  were still pinned at her sides, and Xena held her tightly as she took 
  her pleasure on the sub. 
  
  
  Xena came with a groan, and stared down at the bard. She let go of 
  her arms, and Gabby winced as she felt where fingertips had been. She 
  would carry bruises from this encounter, but she didn't care. She 
  wanted the Warrior to mark her - so everyone would know to whom she 
  belonged. 
  
  
  Xena sucked a breast again, as her hand moved back down to Gabby's 
  centre. She grabbed the bard's mound and shook it. "This. is mine," 
  she growled.
  
  
  "Yes, Lord Xena. all yours."
  
  
  Xena thrust inside the bard, moving fingers in such a way that 
  Gabrielle gasp, and it took all her power not to writhe against the 
  warlord. Xena quirked an eyebrow at the bard. "Does this feel good?" 
  she asked.
  
  
  "Oh, yes."
  
  
  "Do you want more?"
  
  
  "Please," Gabby gasped.
  
  "How much do you want?" Xena's voice was like honey.
  
  
  "As much as you will give, Lord Xena."
  
  
  Xena smiled at the bard, and thrust her fist inside Gabrielle, taking 
  her with a force the smaller woman had never fathomed. "Don't cum, 
  Gabrielle. Not until I give you permission. Do you understand?"
  
  
  Gabby nodded slightly, all her focus on the hand inside her and the 
  sensation of being filled beyond measure. Every slight movement of 
  finger was like fire in her - every twitch enough to make her crazy 
  with desire. It took all the willpower she had ever used not to cum 
  now on Xena's hand.
  
  
  Xena recognized the struggle the bard was having, and smiled at her 
  willingness to submit to the warlord's command. She moved her hand 
  again, smirking at the distress she was causing the bard. Almost. 
  Gabrielle couldn't take much more.
  
  
  Bending close to Gabby's face, she kissed her gently, nipped her 
  earlobe, and said, "Now!"
  
  
  Gabrielle came with a scream that shook the stone walls. Her entire 
  body shuddered with the intensity of the climax, and she shook for 
  what seemed like an eternity. 
  
  ===================
  
  Xena held her gently, now behind her. "That's my girl," she whispered.
  
  
  Slowly Gabrielle opened her eyes. She was in Xena's arms, under 
  furs , beside a campfire. The sun was rising, and the sky was filled 
  with pale pink streamers. Argo stood quietly beyond the fire, having 
  a bit of breakfast.  The bard took stock of her body - realizing her 
  fever was gone, her chest and head relaxed and feeling much better.
  
  
  Gabby felt her love's arms around her, and turned to look into Xena's 
  eyes. Xena looked back with love and concern. "Are you all right?" 
  she asked. "You were crying out in your sleep...  Did you...dream of 
  anything?"   Xena held her breath as she waited to hear what the bard 
  might say.
  
  
  Gabrielle turned her body so she could hold tight to the warrior. She 
  listened to Xena's heart  pounding in her chest, and breathed with 
  her love as the beating slowed to a more calm tempo. "Us, my love. I 
  dreamed of us."
  
  
  "And was everything. ok?" Xena whispered.
  
  
  "Oh, yes. More than ok. I love you more than life itself." Gabrielle 
  knew now, more completely than ever before, how true those words were.
  
  
  The bard settled again in the warrior's arms, and together they 
  watched the sun come up.
  
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Created on ... October 13th, 2003