Is This?

by spheeris1

Pick a season and set it there :: X/G :: Dreams and desire make interesting bedfellows when both parties try to deny such things exist between them...

Is This?

Is this...?
Where I touch you, where you break down, where the fantasy meets the flesh, where your walls come crashing down and your lips touch mine? Is this...?
Is this...?
When all the pretense falls away, when you take my hand, when I soak up your skin and taste your sweat, when you are finally mine? Is this...?

Dreams can be cruel and delicious, ripping the veil from your eyes.
They reveal too much. They open doors to hidden places.
And then they merge with the waking hours, turning every glance into a stare, every innocent brush of fingertips into a hold. The dreaming becomes the reality and lines get crossed and things change.

Is this...?
How I come undone, shuddering under you, sliding against you, aching and begging and wanting and moaning and panting and falling... Is this...? Is it...?
Is this...?
Why I am unfettered, let loose upon you, gripping you, caressing you, needing and groaning and pulsing and pushing and grinding and trembling... Is this...? Is it...?

Gabrielle looks out into the dark of the night and sees her desire reflected back, pooling in her body, hot and raw. Xena keeps her back turned, gazing into the last light of the fire, trying to fight back the tide of lust that sings in her bones.

"Is this...?" A whisper.

And there is no easy answer.