A Visit Home, An Awakening, Part I
Hunter Ash
ripperbard7@...
Old fashioned rating: this part PG13
Disclaimers: the usual rundown - I don’t own Xena,
Gabrielle, Argo or Gabrielle’s family. This story is written for
entertainment purposes and no copyright infringement is intended. Don’t
bother suing me - it really wouldn’t be worth it.
Sex/Subtext: yup and it’s between two consenting adults of the same gender
Violence: nope, just thoughts of throwing someone through a window but our warrior is patient for once.
Summary: A “first time” story with Xena and Gabrielle
visiting Gabrielle’s family and the relationship between them being
forced to the surface.
Rating NC-17
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Lila grinned at her big sister. “Finally got your warrior, huh? How far did you get?”
“Lila!” Gabrielle shrieked.
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“Xena?” The warrior was surprised and more
than a little cautious when she turned and found Herdoctus standing near
the stall. She slowly walked out from saddling Argo and faced her
love’s father. He dropped his eyes and when he looked back at the
warrior she was stunned to see tears in his eyes.
“Can I talk to you before Gabrielle comes back in?” he asked softly.
“Sure.”
“I’m..... I’m not a good father,” the man
began to pace and Xena waited for him to continue. “I try, I just don’t
know how to handle emotions and feelings. I swore to the gods when
Gabrielle was born that I would never lay a hand on her like my parents
did me but.... I’ve failed both her and Lila,” He looked over at the
warrior. “I’ve heard things about you, can you understand the rage?”
Xena nodded, softening a little. She had been fortunate, her mother and her brothers had been a good family.
“I swear I will never touch Lila again,” he swore passionately. “I’m sorry about earlier. You asked her to marry you?”
“Yes,” Xena nodded.
“You mean it, you won’t just use her and then tire of her?” Herdoctus stopped, looking deep into the warrior’s eyes.
“I’ve told Gabrielle that I’ve had many
sexual partners, most of them have been one time encounters. Gabrielle
is different, I intend to spend my life with her.”
“You’ve not been with her yet, have you?” he asked, frowning.
“Herdoctus!” Xena growled.
“No, please, don’t misunderstand me. It’s just that, how do you know you’ll stay with her?” Herdoctus clarified.
“How does anyone know? She is my soul, I can’t live without her any longer,” Xena shrugged and Herdoctus nodded.
“Swear to me that you’ll try and make her happy.”
“I’ve already sworn that oath to Gabrielle,” Xena said with a frown.
“Then that’s enough. I’m sorry, warrior. She deserves better than me for a father,” Herdoctus complained.
“You’re attempting to change, Herdoctus. So
am I and with Gabrielle’s help I’ll make up for my past. It’s up to you
to make up for yours with your family. Go talk with Gabrielle and tell
her you’re trying.”
“No,” Herdoctus shook his head. “It’s too soon, she won’t believe me.”
“Yes, she will. She has a talent for seeing only the good in people, she’ll believe you,” Xena insisted.
“Next time, warrior.” Herdoctus promised and was out the door before Xena could protest further.
“Damn! Stubbornness must run in the family!” she grumbled.
Xena was grateful that Gabrielle had agreed
to ride on Argo when they left the village. They were late in getting
started, later than Xena liked but she knew that Gabrielle didn’t want
to spend another night in her family home. Xena hadn’t been able to
convince either father or daughter to talk to each other. Gabrielle was
still angry and hurt over his words and he was too ashamed to take them
back yet.
Gabrielle had been puzzled by Xena’s
actions; up to the point when they left, the warrior kept trying to
convince the bard to talk to her father. Gabrielle’s jaw had taken on
that familiar clench and the warrior had to concede defeat. The bard was
just too angry to talk to her father right then.
Gabrielle had been pleased but surprised
when Xena asked her to ride in front of her on Argo but didn’t
understand why until Xena slipped her arms tightly around the bard and
began to nuzzle her neck from behind.
“Oh, no fair!” the bard protested with a moan as Argo walked steadily along once they were out of sight of the village.
“All’s fair, my bard,” Xena whispered and began to nibble on Gabrielle’s earlobe.
Gabrielle leaned over and back, Xena finally
was able to kiss the bard like she had wanted to in the barn.
Gabrielle’s arm circled around the warrior’s neck and held her tight in
the embrace. The kiss was everything both women had been dreaming about.
Gentle and tender at first but quickly turning into something very
passionate. Xena was surprised to find that her inexperienced bard was a
bundle of energy and passion, her tongue demanding entry past Xena’s
lips and Xena moaned with the contact. The she felt Gabrielle’s hand
tighten in her hair, holding her prisoner at the bard’s lips. Both
tongues began a fight for dominance that left both women breathless.
Xena pulled back laughing.
“Must remember to breathe,” she muttered.
“Oh, Xena,” Gabrielle reached back and
grabbed her warrior by the thighs, welcoming the growl she received and
delighting in the warmth she could feel her hands causing in the taller
woman’s body.
Xena’s lips moved down, trailing her tongue
along the bard’s neck, sending shivers over the blonde’s body. The lips
settled on the bard’s neck and the warrior’s teeth began to lightly
nibble on Gabrielle’s neck, causing her moans to increase, the bard’s
hand’s beginning to move seductively between Xena’s thighs.
Argo stopped dead in the road with a snort, drawing the women out of their haze.
“I think we need to find a place to camp,” Xena suggested.
“I agree totally, my warrior,” as a hand
crept up between Xena’s thighs and Gabrielle was delighted with the gasp
from her warrior as her fingers began to struggle past the
undergarments.
“You keep that up and we’ll never get off
this horse and that is not how I intend my first night with you!” Xena
lightly slapped at the hand.
Gabrielle giggled but withdrew, leaning back into her warrior.
“Hmmm, doesn’t look too inviting around here, we’ll move on a bit.”
“Okay,” Gabrielle settled back into her warrior’s arms and let the motion of the road lull her into a light sleep.
Xena was pleased with the trust the bard
gave her, always trusting Xena to keep her safe, even on the back of a
moving horse. The bard hadn’t been sleeping lately and the visit with
her family had been emotionally exhausting for everyone. All Xena wanted
to do was get somewhere safe and secluded for both of them to rest,
heal and discover each other as well as what this new development meant
for them. Unfortunately the landscape wasn’t cooperating very well.
Poteidaia may have been a small village but the surrounding land was
well-developed farm land and wasn’t offering much in the way of secluded
campsites. Xena frowned.
It was well into dusk when Xena finally
found a site that would do. She moved Argo carefully through the brush
and almost thanked the gods when the horse worked her way unerringly to a
good sized creek, tumbling over lots of boulders and creating mini
waterfalls and pools. The clean water promised fish and bathing and
relaxing in the morning.
Xena managed to dismount Argo and pulled
Gabrielle down into her arms and cradled the bard, softly carrying her
to a fallen log. Gabrielle mumbled and started to blink. “Stay here,”
Xena ordered. “Just rest, I’ll make camp.”
The bard started to protest but Xena stopped
her with a light kiss. The bard smiled and leaned against the log. Xena
smiled and quickly went about setting up camp. There was a chill in the
air and she wanted a fire going as soon as possible. They were both
tired and their cold tolerance would be low. Xena wrapped the bard in
her traveling cloak and a blanket and set about starting a fire. Within a
candlemark she had a fire roaring, food cooking over it and their
sleeping mat and blankets set up. Xena was a little worried, Gabrielle
had curled up next to the log and had been tossing in her sleep again,
although she quickly slipped further into sleep when Xena would touch
and whisper reassurances to the bard.
Moving to the log with their dinner she sat next to her bard.
“Come on, sleepy-head, time for food,” Xena lightly shook her bard and was pleased to see Gabrielle smiling at her.
Gabrielle felt familiar hands shaking her, and the most wonderful voice in the world talking to her; and she sat up, blinking.
“Smells good. Hey, you actually cooked,” The
bard sat up, rubbing sleep out of her eyes, looking around in
wonderment. “Wow, I must have been out.”
Xena smiled. “Yup, you’ve been tired and today wasn’t easy.”
“That’s an understatement!” Gabrielle took
the plate of food and began to eat with an appetite that Xena was glad
to see return. “Gods, I can’t believe we went through that today!”
Xena frowned, “Any regrets about us?” she whispered.
“Not a chance!” Gabrielle lightly hit the
warrior on the arm and leaned against the taller woman. “Now that I’ve
got you I’m not going to let you go.” the bard promised. “I’m just glad I
overheard you before I left. Thank the gods for Lila.”
Xena grinned in agreement. “I think that stubborn streak of yours runs in the family.”
“Hey! What stubborn streak?” the bard
protested playfully. She felt her eyes beginning to droop a little.
“Whoa, did you put something in the food?”
Xena laughed and took the plate from Gabrielle’s hands. “No, little one. It’s just all catching up with you and me.”
Gabrielle looked up and saw the weariness on her warrior’s face. “You too?”
“Yup, neither of us have slept decently for
weeks. We’ve been driving ourselves crazy with our feelings and hiding
them that we’ve been a bundle of nerves. Then the scene with your family
wasn’t exactly relaxing.”
“You’re right,” Gabrielle agreed, her head
beginning to drop forward and she snapped it back up with determination.
“This isn’t how I wanted the night to be like,” she complained.
Xena knelt down and placed a finger over the
bard’s lips. “Quiet, little one. Get ready for bed. We’ve got the rest
of our lives and I don’t want to rush this.” Xena held out her hand and
the bard was stunned to see it shaking.
“Xena?”
“I’m nervous, I’m so scared of loving you
and I’m too tired to think right. I want to hold you tonight and
convince myself that it’s real. Am I making any sense?”
Gabrielle reached out and held the hand to
her lips, kissing each fingertip and then the palm. “Yes, my love.
Perfect sense. I want it to be special too.”
“Let’s sleep, little one,” Xena said softly.
For the first time in months they both slept
soundly, Gabrielle laying curled against Xena, their fingers
intertwined, Xena’s arm over her bard, both dreaming of the coming day
and their future together.
Gabrielle was very surprised when she opened
her eyes and found the sun was all ready up. She was almost in shock
when she realized that Xena was behind her and still asleep. This was
such a rarity that the bard lay there, fingers intertwined with the
warrior’s, enjoying the moment, relishing the feel of Xena nuzzled at
her neck.
They had been spending many more nights
under the same blanket since fall had began but Gabrielle had never felt
this connection before. After months of agonizing over her feelings for
the warrior Gabrielle now felt peaceful, nervous, calm and excited. She
wanted nothing more than to turn over and begin loving her warrior, but
she wanted both of them awake and coherent when it happened. With a
twinge of fear, the bard realized she wanted to really be sure that’s
this is what Xena wanted between them.
Careful not to make too much noise or
movement, the bard got up and grabbed a towel from their travel packs.
Xena had mentioned a stream nearby and Gabrielle wanted some time to
herself before the warrior woke up.
With a grin, she left the other towel over a tree branch, grabbed clean clothes and her staff, and headed for the water.
The water was cold but refreshing and Gabrielle felt
like months of tension was falling from her body as she streaked through
the water in the pools and currents. Feeling like a river otter without
her clothes on in the water, the bard delighted in the sensation of the
water and the sun beating down on her skin. It promised to be a warm
day for fall and she was grateful. With a smile she crawled up onto a
rock on the opposite shore and stretched out along the rock, letting the
sun begin to warm her body.
Xena was surprised to find her arms empty
when she woke in the morning. She frowned Gabrielle almost never beat
her up, preferring to sleep as long as possible. Xena looked around and
realized that the sun had been up for over a candle-mark.
“Wow, I must have been tired,” she mumbled and then smiled. “And content.”
Xena noticed a towel hanging on a tree
branch near her and grinned. Taking the hint she left her armor off,
content to just carry her chakram with her down to the river. When she
spotted Gabrielle the warrior thought her heart had stopped.
Gabrielle reflected on her mother’s
question: Was Xena her soulmate? The bard certainly thought so, and
probably had since the first time she saw the warrior. Gabrielle hadn’t
known the total depth of what feelings she would come to have for the
former warlord, but she had been drawn to Xena since the beginning. It
felt like she was waiting her whole life to meet the warrior.
Why had she resisted all her parents’
attempts at marriage when every girl in the village was usually married
by fifteen except for Gabrielle? She remembered the long fights her
mother and father had over it; he insisting she find a suitable mate and
her mother holding him off. Gabrielle had always been puzzled over
that. It wasn’t often that her mother stood up to Hedoctus but when it
came to Gabrielle’s dreams of something beyond Poteidaia, Hecuba had
always been encouraging.
When Xena had saved Gabrielle and the other
village girls from the slavers, the bard had seen fear in her mother’s
eyes and hatred in her father’s. Her mother had always puzzled her, she
reflected. She had been grateful to Xena for saving Gabrielle’s life but
had also been very thankful when the warrior had moved on.
Gabrielle’s parents hadn’t counted on the bard following on her own accord.
It was almost like Hecuba had been waiting
for someone to sweep her daughter away, and had feared that was Xena.
Now, Gabrielle grinned to herself, it had been.
The bard was breath-taking. Xena couldn’t
find the words. Gabrielle had already been in the water and was now on a
smooth rock, leaning back on her elbows, letting the sun dry her
beautiful skin. Xena hadn’t seen the bard look so relaxed in forever.
She felt her heart pounding as Gabrielle lay back on the rock, her naked
skin shining in the sun. Xena grinned and stripped out of her
nightshirt and left the towel and shift on the bank as she slowly
entered the water, trying not to make any extra noise. She almost yelped
at the cold water though but gritted her teeth.
She ducked under the water and easily swam
the short distance across the current and, with absolute silence, slid
out of the water and up onto the rock where Gabrielle was sunning
herself. With the grace of a stalking tiger, the warrior moved slowly
and carefully up close to her bard and then, with an evil grin, shook
her head quickly, sending cold water flying all over the bard.
“Xena!” Gabrielle shrieked, sitting upright
in a flash only to be captured by the warrior’s waiting arms. A muffled
protest was cut short by Xena’s lips and hands traveling over the bard’s
back. The bard let the warrior lower her back to the rock slowly,
keeping a firm hold around Xena and refusing to break contact with the
woman’s lips. Again the kiss was passionate with tongues exploring,
tasting, and reveling in the different textures and feelings the kiss
was invoking. Gabrielle’s hands, no longer restricted by Xena’s
leathers, moved along the taller woman’s ribs, feeling the soft skin
covering the firm muscles underneath. Xena’s head moved down, kissing
every inch of skin between the bard’s lips to her nipples and back
again. By the time Xena’s lips seized one of the nipples, Gabrielle was
gasping for air and running her hands through her warrior’s black hair.
“Oh gods, Xena.”
Xena continued her exploration of
Gabrielle’s body with her tongue by kissing and licking away the
remaining water off the bard’s skin, sending shivers of delight over the
young woman’s body, her hands replacing her lips on the bard’s nipples.
Gabrielle was squirming and gasping, her hands in the warrior’s dark
hair, unconsciously encouraging Xena’s head lower. Xena smiled and
eagerly slid down the length of Gabrielle.
Xena looked up as Gabrielle moaned, green
eyes meeting blue. The warrior had never seen such unmasked desire on
anyone’s face like this before and she moaned with the intensity of
Gabrielle’s eyes.
“Xena, please.... I’ve waited so long!”
Gabrielle pleaded, raising her legs, her hips bucking, begging the
warrior with her body as well as her voice.
Xena moaned again and gently parted the
bard’s lower lips, lovingly exploring her lover, causing Gabrielle to
growl and toss her head back.
“Xena! Now, please!”
Xena groaned at how wet the bard was and
knew this wetness wasn’t from the water. With ease she slipped two
fingers into her lover and began her explorations of the bard’s sexual
lips with her tongue. Within moments Gabrielle was rocking, matching the
rhythm of Xena’s fingers, which were entering slowly and backing out,
teasing the small woman into a frenzy. The dark haired woman’s tongue
reached out and began a slow teasing of the bard’s clit, bringing forth
cries of passion from the small woman. Xena felt her own body responding
to her lover’s building orgasm. Her attention to Gabrielle’s body
increased in speed and roughness. Xena was rewarded with hearing the
bard screaming the warrior’s name again and again as Gabrielle’s muscles
began contracting, waves of her orgasm overcoming her, again and again.
When she could breath again, Gabrielle found herself in Xena’s arms, being cradled and rocked.
“Hey, you okay?” Xena was asking. In response Gabrielle hugged her lover fiercely.
“Gods, I never thought it could be like that!” she whispered.
Xena felt herself blushing and held her love tight. “I love you.”
“By the gods, I love you more than life
itself, woman!” Gabrielle grabbed the back of Xena’s head and pulled her
down for a rough kiss, moaning at the softness of the lips and the
taste of her own passion on those lips.
Xena looked down at her lover, her fingers lightly tracing Gabrielle’s lips. “You scared me for a moment.”
“Hmmm,” the bard muttered and began nuzzling
Xena’s neck, causing the warrior to shiver. “You literally took my
breath away, my love.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Xena grinned.
“You have no idea! Let me show you.”
Xena found herself on her back on
Gabrielle’s towel with the bard attacking her neck with renewed energy
and the warrior found that it was her that was breathless, gasping with
the dancing energy shooting through her body. Gabrielle moaned in Xena’s
neck as her hand found one of the warrior’s nipples. She moved from the
neck to Xena’s lips with a rough kiss that again took the warrior’s
breath away and then moved back to her neck.
“Remember the bacchae cave?” Gabrielle
whispered as her hand began to dance lightly across the warrior’s ribs
and around her breasts. Xena felt her body arching under the bard’s
hands, her body being played like a fine instrument. The warrior wasn’t
sure if she was in any kind of control over her body any longer and was
surprised to find that she didn’t care right at that moment.
“Yes!” she hissed.
“You have no idea how many nights I’ve
dreamed of biting you again,” Gabrielle’s voice was low and husky and
brought forth a moan from her warrior.
“Yes!” Xena’s hands found the bard’s hair
and then her shoulders, grabbing on almost painfully, as if needing
something to center on. Gabrielle smiled and continued the downward trek
of her fingers, playing in the dark triangle of Xena’s hair, causing
the warrior to growl with need.
“Gabrielle, please!”
“Begging, my warrior?” Gabrielle whispered
and then bit down a little harder. Any reply Xena might have had was
lost in her cry as her body began to shake. The younger woman sensed
that her lover needed her and quickly. She knew there would be time
later for the soft and gentle loving that she suspected the warrior was
capable of but for right now they needed each other, almost with a sense
of desperation. Having denied themselves for so long had taken a toll
and their bodies demanded satisfaction and their souls demanded
connection on all levels.
Xena felt herself giving over all control to
the fierce little bard in her arms. Never had she given up so much to a
lover. The warrior had always struggled to stay in control, never
leaving herself open, especially her heart and now she found she was
lost. She couldn’t control her body and its dance of delight under the
bard’s roaming fingers and talented bite. She couldn’t control her
emotions any longer, Gabrielle had totally possessed her heart and soul
and now was claiming her body. Her body had never responded like this,
not with anyone, not even Ares, with all his godly charm.
Gabrielle was amazed, as the warrior’s body responded
to her every touch, and then felt a shock pass through her own body as
it responded to Xena’s moan. Gabrielle whimpered with the intense
feeling racking her body, matching her warrior’s rhythm.
The bard had never felt anything like it
before, not even on her wedding night with Perdicus. Gabrielle also knew
she would never feel like this with anyone else, again. She willingly
gave her heart, soul and body to the tall woman writhing beneath her
hands and teeth.
Gabrielle thought she was going to go over
her own edge, as she entered the warrior with her fingers. The feeling
was so incredible that the bard lost all coherent thought. She whimpered
as the warrior’s body responded, muscles contracting to try and capture
the bard’s fingers and expanding, demanding more. Again the warrior
cried out at the new sensation, as Gabrielle’s thumb found her sensitive
spot and began stroking the warrior’s clit.
Xena’s hands grabbed the blonde’s shoulders,
her fingernails beginning to dig into the soft skin, and Gabrielle
moaned in response, her own passion lost with the warrior’s.
Xena wasn’t sure which sensation was causing
her body to rock and her soul to soar higher, the fingers dancing
inside her, the thumb over her swollen clit or the teeth that seemed to
have a talent of finding the most erotic spot on the warrior’s neck.
Xena’s hands grabbed the blonde’s shoulders,
her fingernails beginning to dig into the soft skin, and Gabrielle
moaned in response, her own passion lost with the warrior’s. Gabrielle
could feel the connection, her soul to Xena’s - body to body. Sensations
she was pulling from the warrior, causing her own body to tremble.
The bard sensed the build up of energy in
Xena as well, as within herself and glanced up to see the warrior’s body
arching, every muscle standing out as sweat covered both their bodies.
Gabrielle could feel the edge for both of them, she felt Xena’s body
shaking uncontrollably and saw a tear escape from the warrior’s closed
eyes and heard a small whimper.
The warrior found herself approaching a
point of no return and realized something that startled her, she was
afraid to step over that point. She had never gotten this far with
anyone, Xena’s need to be totally in control at all times having stopped
her before this point. She whimpered with all the feelings running
through her body and soul.
Gabrielle looked up from her nibbling and
saw a tear escape the warrior’s closed eyes and felt Xena’s muscles
tightening around her fingers and the warrior’s nails almost breaking
the skin on her shoulders. The bard felt the shaking body and
understood.
“I love you, Xena. Let go,” she whispered and bit down again.
Xena screamed a primal scream and then the bard’s name. Wave after wave overcame the tall woman.
This time it was the warrior being soothed, held safely in her bard’s arms. She reached out and held close to Gabrielle, Xena’s tears flowing softly.
“It’s all right, Xena. I’m here. I’m never
letting you go,” Gabrielle quickly drew the warrior into her arms,
softly holding the gasping and sobbing woman, stroking the dark hair.
The bard kept repeating this over and over again, until she felt Xena
responding.
“Sorry, don’t know where that came from,” Xena tried to sit up but the bard caught her lips again.
“Don’t apologize, damnit. All I know is that something incredible happened between us. I love you.”
Xena smiled and reached up to caress her lover’s cheek. “I love you, marry me.”
Gabrielle grinned. “I thought I already said ‘yes’.”
“Amazon wedding?”
Xena grinned at the surprise and hopeful look on the Amazon Queen’s face and sat up to face her lover.
“You mean it? A bonding ritual?”
“I’m already your champion, let me be your mate,” Xena leaned forward and kissed the blond again.
“Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes!” Gabrielle threw herself into the warrior’s arms, both of them laughing and kissing.
It was only minutes before Gabrielle found out that Xena could, indeed, be a gentle lover as well as a tiger.
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