Now…Undone
Naturally, it happens... from time to time. No one planned it. It was not drink or desperation. It was not the moon or the firelight. It might have been a mistake, but she won't question it. Not now.
Now, with strong arms around her waist and that smile... catching it in a flash. Now, with the woman's scent along the tongue. Now, with a glance that is saying 'let's stop pretending we don't want to touch each other'.
And so, Xena stops pretending. She stops the warnings in her head. She heeds no master but her desire and the look on Gabrielle's face. They touch and it is not delicate. It is not hesitant or shy. Sweet love is a foundation for them... Not now.
Now, with moans cutting through the air and lips that bruise from kissing. Now, with sweat sealing their bodies. Now, with the pulsing need inside, ready for release.
Now... now... now...
When fantasy becomes reality, Gabrielle does not back down from the challenge or fear the lovers that came before her. She stands firm when calloused hands find her skin, she keeps the trembling down when lips find her wet and wanting.
Gabrielle tries her best to commit all this to memory... Xena's eyes, when pleasuring and when receiving pleasure. Xena's skin, softer than imagined and tasting of hot spice.
All that is Xena, etched into Gabrielle's mind.
It is not gentle. It is not a love-making of poetry. It is... It is...
...A longing come undone, as if they were both knotted up until now. Braided and bound, now they remove those bearings. Let the guard down. And Gabrielle cannot contain the sounds from her mouth, letting them float along in the air.
It is over too soon. They are joking again and going along this path. Gabrielle sees the bruise on her shoulder and keeps it to herself. A tattoo, a mark to carry...