Tease
When
it was, it was grand.
And
when it wasn't, it was pain.
Everything
in between was just foreplay. Of course, Xena might not see it that
way, stumbling and tripping with a warrior's guilt and a woman's
sorrow.
And
Gabrielle knows about agony. She just chooses to let it go, let it
pass through her fingers like water.
There
are better things to grip and hold and cherish.
It
took them awhile to get back to a sense of who they once were, and
then it took them longer to see that they had changed. And, finally,
after setting the world right again, there is the familiar jolt to
Gabrielle's insides with just a look from those icy blue eyes across
the campfire.
It
burns along her legs and races to her fingertips and it unleashes the
pent-up desire. All the want, held back in the interim, comes forth
and it makes the air heavy in her lungs.
It
turns every move Xena makes into an invitation.
And
Gabrielle intends to take up this unspoken offer, to bridge this last
gap, to take back what belongs to her.
The
ground feels good upon Gabrielle's palms and knees.
The
animal is loose. And those blue eyes, which can be cold and hard,
melt to liquid flames.
For
Xena is the prey, caught not by a weapon, but by the stalking
predator crawling along the dirt.
Gabrielle
draws near, never looking away and she can see the warrior tense.
Not
from anxiousness, but from anticipation. Gabrielle breathes deeply,
taking in all that Xena is.
The
sweat and the need... All there, presented like a gift.
She
leans forward, dragging her tongue along a bronzed leg, from the top
of the boot, to the knee and underneath the edge of Xena's battle
skirt, leaving a wet trail.
But
Gabrielle does not stop there, lavishing little licks to the inside
of her thigh, placing kisses to the leather that covers this woman up
as much as the skin does.
Xena
is shaking and rapt, giving up and giving in.
Of
course, Xena might not see it that way... but by the end of this
night, Xena will know she is owned.
Gabrielle
shoves eager hands away, settling for holding those strong fists to
the side. She bites and tugs at flesh, at the warm bodice, working
her way up to the neck and the lips.
She
pushes closer and slithers upward, sliding her body against this
second skin, hitching up her own short skirt in the process, her
strong legs about Xena's hips.
Xena
groans and wants to break free, to touch and roam.
Patience
is a virtue. Gabrielle knows this all too well, years of waiting and
aching and watching this warrior go astray. Gabrielle knows that good
things come to those that wait.
And
this good thing is hers to have.
"Keep
your hands still." She says clearly, letting go and running her
fingers along Xena's arms. And the woman complies, the breath from
her coming in gasps. Her blue eyes, now so dark with longing, beg for
more.
Yes,
that is where I want you...
And
Gabrielle reaches down, pressing supple leather against straining
breasts, nipping at the collarbone and shoulders. She feels the
wetness gather and shoves it upon Xena's stomach, coating the tanned
hide with her want. Xena shudders and the look given is
dangerous.
Gabrielle
continues then, a slow grind against Xena's body, watching the
woman's muscles tremble with holding back, with denying herself the
action of touching, of participating.
It
is beautiful. It is all Gabrielle has ever dreamed of, beyond the
love and the soul and the heart.
It
is sexual and it is ecstasy.
And
it is mine.
Gabrielle
pulls away with a moan, dropping down to her knees once more and
roughly pushes Xena's legs apart, working quick with clasps and
buckles until Xena is laid bare to her, open and gorgeous.
She
kisses and bites her way to the middle, taking in the delicious scent
of this warrior, this hidden woman and this other half of Gabrielle's
world, all wet and pulsing.
And
Gabrielle looks up, smiling as her breath coasts over fine black hair
and sensitive flesh. She flicks her tongue out and feels the bucking
reply.
"Tell
me you want it." Gabrielle states.
Of
course, Xena might not have ever seen it this way, like it is
tonight. But the best warriors know when they are beaten, when to
give up the field, when to surrender and live to fight another
day.
Those
blue eyes know what is at stake and they know that this is the last
piece of their puzzle... falling into place... at the apex of Xena's
thighs and at the will of Gabrielle's lips.
"Please...
I ache for you, Gabrielle... always you..."
"You
sure?" Gabrielle teases, a glint in her emerald eyes as she
pushes her palm against Xena's need, feeling the hot want push
back.
"Yes."
It is a hiss. "I am yours." It is a growl. "Take me."
It is a plea.
And
Gabrielle lets that tentative grasp of control go, burying herself in
Xena and taking it all for her own, drinking up the essence of this
woman while being rode hard, finding a solace long kept at
bay.
Finding
wholeness in Xena's cries. Finding peace in the wave after wave upon
her tongue.
The foreplay is over. Now, it truly begins.
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