Discovery
Awakenings 02
Ms. Hunter Ash
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Xena/Gabrielle
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When Gabrielle opened her eyes again it was dark and they were by the
stream. She felt Xena's arms around her and knew she was safe. The
bard frowned, they were covered with Xena's cloak.
Gabrielle lifted the cloak with a question, turned and looked into
Xena’s eyes. Suddenly she was in the warrior’s arms crying.
Both women found themselves crying.
“He was talking about us! About you,” Gabrielle whispered.
Xena let the tears run from her eyes. “I know. He’s right, you
did save me. I would have slipped back into the darkness if it
hadn’t been for you.”
“Wow, we are soul mates.”
“Yes,” Xena agreed with a smile.
After a moment the bard sat back up. “Hey, who covered us?” she
asked.
“Maybe one of the scouting patrols found us and covered us,” Xena
suggested but Gabrielle could tell that the warrior herself thought
that unlikely and was equally as puzzled.
“Maybe,” The bard started to stand up and felt something fall
from her chest onto the blanket. With furrowed brows the bard picked
up two strands of what appeared and felt to be necklaces. It was too
dark to see anything clearly. She sat back on the cloak beneath
them.
“Hey, how about lighting that fire?” she asked and Xena started
to move, dreading the pain that was about to cause from sitting too
long in one position. Gabrielle instantly forgot the necklaces when
Xena cried out, grabbing her leg.
“Oh gods, I forgot, are you okay?”
“Yeah, that’s the problem,” the warrior ran her hands up and
down her leg, a puzzled look on her face.
“What’s that mean?” the bard demanded.
“There’s no pain. None at all.”
Gabrielle, puzzled and suddenly feeling tired of mind games, grabbed
up the travel pack and quickly got the fire started that Xena had
laid earlier. She went back to her mate’s side and watched closely
as the warrior cut away the bandage from her leg. Gabrielle felt
herself whistle and heard the warrior gasp in surprise. There was
absolutely no wound at all. The leg looked like it hadn’t been cut
at all. With a frown of puzzlement, Xena cut away the bandage on her
arm to find no wound there either.
Gabrielle’s eyes were wide. “Your shoulder?” she questioned
softly.
“Nothing, like it had never been touched.”
“Your face is healed too,” Gabrielle marveled.
Gabrielle closed her eyes as Xena touched the bard’s face in
return, gently. The calloused hands tenderly holding Gabrielle’s
face with such devotion it brought tears to the woman’s eyes.
“What did you find?” Xena asked, pointing to Gabrielle’s hand.
The bard blinked and then raised the objects to the light. One of
them was the Amazon necklace she had left behind for Xena to find and
the warrior’s hands quickly found that the necklace had been
removed from her neck. The other was a matching necklace. To the
one Xena had been wearing a small silver crescent moon with knotwork
in the center had been added and on the other one was a gold blazing
sun.
“Wow,” the bard muttered.
“What’s the second parchment say?” Xena asked as Gabrielle
handed her the necklace Xena had been wearing since Gabrielle’s
disappearance from her uncle’s home.
“I just found out I'm the daughter of a god, sort of; I’m blessed
by the gods, destined to save the world, and my soul mate was
destined to destroy the world, what makes you think I want to know
what else there is?” the bard grinned.
“You did save the world, my world,” Xena laughed as the bard
launched herself across the small space and tackled the warrior.
Gabrielle delighted in the warrior’s laughter, it was music to the
young woman’s ears. Gabrielle held Xena close, nuzzling the
warrior’s neck.
“I love you, no matter what the gods had in mind I would have
fallen in love with you.”
“Back at you, little one.”
Feeling comfortable and safe, Gabrielle rearranged herself, staying
on top of her warrior. She grinned and quickly kissed the lips of
the woman below her and then reached for the parchment. Xena grinned
and lightly tickled the bard’s ribs, getting Gabrielle to giggle a
little as she unfolded the paper.
The bard slowly unfolded the paper and turned it towards the light.
Once again that evening the bard found herself overwhelmed with
information, her mind refusing to process any more. She turned the
paper so Xena could see it, her face puzzled.
A sun symbol with Xena’s chakram and a parchment with pen in the
center was the only thing on the paper. Gabrielle found herself
trying to put together a coherent sentence while the warrior laughed.
“Wow,” Gabrielle muttered, remembering what she and Xena had seen
in the vision. Was she the daughter of a God? Looked like it might
be. Touched by the Gods, Apollo in particular, seemed definite.
The coherent thought that the bard was trying to put together became
totally elusive when Xena began kissing her, passion quickly turning
the kiss from a gentle and tender one into something deeper.
Gabrielle moaned and dropped the parchment as her fingers laced
through the warrior’s hair. Holding Xena close the bard shifted
slightly on her warrior’s body, bringing her thigh between Xena’s
legs and bringing the knee up, causing Xena to moan with pleasure.
She started kissing the bard deeply, pleased not to be in pain for
the first time in a month.
Gabrielle’s hands moved between them and unbuckled the belt Xena
was wearing and pushed it aside, and then moved her hands under the
shirt her warrior was wearing to grasp Xena’s breasts and the
warrior moaned. Gabrielle moaned in response and dropped her head to
the warrior’s neck, anxious to find the spot that she knew could
drive Xena into an absolute frenzy. After they had finally become
lovers, the bard had been delighted to find that Xena’s neck was
highly sensitive to the bard’s teeth and Gabrielle was always
reminded of the adventure when they dealt with Bacchus. Gabrielle
had very fond memories of biting Xena with her bacchae fangs and
feeling the strong warrior moaning and writhing in her arms as the
erotic bite filled her veins with the call of the bacchae, of the
blood. Gabrielle didn’t miss being a bacchae, but she did admit,
usually with a blush to the warrior, that she found the bite
extremely erotic still.
Xena moaned, arching slightly as her body responded with its own
heat. The warrior’s fingers were busy unlacing the bard’s top.
Gabrielle yelped with surprise when the warrior sat up and grabbed
one of the bard’s nipples between her teeth and lips. The blond
threw her head back and moaned in delight.
“Oh gods, Xena.”
“I can’t get enough of you, Gabrielle,” Xena whispered, kissing
the bard from her breasts, up the neck and to those lips she always
craved. The warrior held the smaller woman tight in her arms while
their lips and tongues fought each other, teasing and playing.
The bard, lacing her fingers in Xena’s hair, held the warrior’s
head close and tight as they kissed roughly, tongues exploring each
other, fighting for dominance, revealing in the energy passing back
and forth. Gabrielle lightly nipped Xena’s lower lip and the
warrior answered by grabbing the bard’s nipples with her fingers.
The bard gasped again and found her hips rocking and moving from the
lightning streaking through her body, a high point at each place the
warrior was kissing and touching
Gabrielle moaned and began breathing rapidly when Xena began to kiss
her way back down the bard's neck and to her breasts, first teasing
and lavishing one and then the other until Gabrielle was squirming in
her lap.
"I haven't been able to touch you in so long like this,"
Xena whispered.
Gabrielle whimpered and pulled Xena's tunic top off to reach the dark
one's breasts as well.
Xena growled and grabbed the back of Gabrielle’s hair, pulling her
head up to the warrior’s lips. They both moaned and whimpered with
the kiss, neither sure who was making what sound any longer.
Gabrielle brought a cry out of her warrior by tweaking the woman’s
nipples and Xena responded by quickly removing the bard’s belt and
dropping the wrap around skirt away from the blonde’s lovely body.
Xena was delighted to see her lover wasn’t wearing any
undergarments. Gabrielle whimpered as Xena’s fingers slid easily
along the folds of her lower lips, teasing just at the woman’s
entrance and her clit, never quite reaching either destination.
Gabrielle bit her lip in frustration and moaned. The bard knew she
was very aroused and wasn’t sure if she had ever been that wet for
her lover before. Gabrielle cried out when Xena seized one of her
nipples roughly with her teeth and entered the bard with several
fingers.
The bard clung to her lover’s shoulders, body trembling
uncontrollably. Xena felt her own body begin spasming as the bard
bit into her neck, Gabrielle cries becoming louder and intense.
Gabrielle whimpered and clung to Xena’s shoulders, her body
demanding more of the warrior with each thrust. She felt the warrior
begin trembling as she bit down on Xena’s neck and shoulder, her
own body trembling out of control. The warrior’s lips, teeth and
tongue continued dashing between each of the bard’s nipples and
Gabrielle heard herself whimpering and moaning, her voice getting
louder and louder.
All conscious thoughts fled in the onslaught of the waves that swept
over the bard and she felt her head tossing back with a scream as her
body collapsed over her warrior, trembling as the waves kept her body
moving.
Time seemed to stand still for the lovers as passion took over their
bodies. Xena was always amazed by the endurance, strength and depth
of passion of her little bard. One thing the warrior was grateful,
too many people seemed to underestimate Gabrielle.
Together the two fell back, Gabrielle on top of Xena, still
clinging to her warrior. When she felt she could breath enough again
to talk she grinned into her lover’s bright blue eyes. Her fingers
brushing a lock of dark hair from Xena’s forehead.
“Wow.”
Xena grinned back. “For a bard, you seem to have short sentences.”
“Sometimes one needs to do their talking with the body and not the
voice. I think I can find a use for my tongue elsewhere, what do you
think?” the bard began nibbling on Xena’s earlobe, causing the
warrior to gasp and lose whatever complete sentence she had been
trying to put together.
Gabrielle’s hand danced around Xena’s nipples for a moment and
then slowly worked its way down to the warrior’s sex.
“Yes!” the warrior hissed as Gabrielle’s hand parted her lips
and began playing. First entering and then pulling back from Xena
and then rubbing the swollen clit of the warrior and entering again
until Xena was squirming, unsure which sensation was pulling the most
intensity from her.
“Gabrielle, please!”
The bard had moved down to the warrior’s breasts and was biting and
sucking each in turn. Xena’s hands found the bard’s hair and
began urging her lover’s head lower. Gabrielle grinned and grabbed
one of the hands with her own, interlacing their fingers.
Xena groaned as her body rocked, hips moving of their own accord and
the bard matched the rhythm with her hands.
The bard continued her slow path down with her tongue and lips, never
losing contact with Xena’s body with either.
“Oh Gods, yes!” the warrior urged.
“Patience, my love,” the bard whispered and grinned when the
warrior growled in frustration.
When she finally positioned herself between the warrior’s legs,
Xena was writhing in need and frustration. Gabrielle breathed a sigh
of amazement; she never tired of her lover and could never get enough
of touching her. The bard remembered when she caught herself
watching Xena every chance she got and was actually fantasizing
touching and tasting the other woman. She had fought against those
feelings but now she couldn’t imagine life without the warrior
woman.
Gabrielle felt herself moan with passion as her tongue parted the
lower lips of the warrior. She felt her own body begin trembling.
Both Gabrielle and Xena were always amazed and pleased with this
aspect of their relationship, somehow they were so connected that
their bodies responded to each other’s growing passion, taking them
over their own small orgasmic edges along with their lover.
Gabrielle slowly ran her tongue between the warrior’s lower lips,
never losing her rhythm with her fingers. Xena cried out, her hand
painfully pulling and grasping the bard’s hand, her other hand
digging into the ground next to the blanket. Sweat had bathed both
of them and the bard could see every muscle in Xena’s body
straining and standing out.
Hearing Xena’s cries was something that pleased the bard immensely.
Gabrielle hadn’t really been surprised to learn that she was the
only lover Xena had ever been vocal with. She had smiled and teased
Xena about control issues and the warrior had growled that it had
been for security reasons. The admission had ended in a tickle fight
when the bard laughed and insisted it was a control issue for the
warrior.
Gabrielle welcomed the cries of passion and used her tongue over
Xena’s clit to encourage more sounds from her mate.
Xena had gone beyond the point of any conscious thought and she felt
herself reaching the point of losing all control. This was always a
point she struggled against, wanting to give everything to Gabrielle
and yet struggling to hold back slightly. An inner battle always
raged in the warrior at this point, no one else had ever brought Xena
over that point before the little bard. It felt very much like
falling, like dying, she once thought. It had been difficult for the
warrior to admit to but Xena had admitted that no one had ever taken
her over that final edge of total release, of total loss of control.
Gabrielle was the first to ever get her that close and the only one
to get her over the edge.
Gabrielle raised her head and looked at her warrior’s face, seeing
and feeling the struggle. “Xena, let go. I will always catch you.”
Xena screamed as she fell over that point.
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Gabrielle blinked and sat up suddenly, aware of a bright light
falling over her and her sleeping warrior. She was startled to see
Apollo standing next to them, the light shining from his hand, just
as in the vision.
Gabrielle quickly turned and found Xena sleeping soundly, arm still
thrown over the bard's stomach.
"Don't worry, she'll sleep," Apollo smiled and offered his
other hand to help the bard up.
With a blush she grabbed one of the blankets and pulled it around her
and accepted his hand. He continued to hold her hand and they walked
a few feet away from the sleeping Xena. He motioned to a place in
the grass and they both sat down.
Gabrielle was grateful for whatever magic Apollo had worked on her
warrior, the thought of Xena being awakened by a god after the
intense lovemaking they had just gone through was frightening. The
bard smiled to herself, Xena hated dealing with the gods.
“Are you my father or just had a hand in blessing the child that
was all ready in my mother’s womb?” the bard questioned.
“I’m your father and the other gods had hands in blessing you,”
Apollo said and smiled. If Xena had been awake she would have
realized where the light that shined in Gabrielle’s eyes and smile
came from. “You were and are special, Gabrielle. Ares had gained
such influence over the world at the time. Sparta was a military
state, totally dedicated to his purpose, all the Greek states were
fighting each other and Rome was beginning its trek towards the
military might she has and will continue to become. The Fates
foretold that he would influence a soul beyond all our belief and
this child would grow to be the fiercest warrior the world had seen,
a soul for the darkness. Some of us demanded a chance at balance and
Zeus and Hera agreed."
"Why me?" the bard asked while she watched Xena sleeping
peacefully, she shuddered at the thought of what might have been.
Total domination of the known world and destruction.
"You were destined to meet Xena whether we influenced anything
or not. We decided to give you an edge, to bring your natural light
to the surface and we prayed your light would reach her inner soul
and bring it to life again."
He brushed a hand fondly over her hair.
"We were meant to be without you?"
"Yes, child. Your talents are natural, Gabrielle, just as the
light of your soul is. Xena has a natural fighting ability, Ares just
enhanced it and brought it out in her. I brought out your natural
bardic skills and the light of your soul."
"What about the other gods?" Gabrielle asked.
"They had a hand in your development as well." Apollo
suddenly looked serious. "Some of that influence wasn't of the
light either. It'll be up to you to find out what your blessings are
and how sometimes they can be mixed with darkness."
"Be careful what you ask for?" Gabrielle smiled a grim
smile.
"Yes, exactly," then he grinned at her. “Some mysteries
you have to find out the old fashioned way.”
“You mean stumble over them,” Gabrielle said with a growl in her
voice.
"Yes, exactly.”
He laughed at the glare his daughter gave him at that one. Even in
Olympus, the bard’s stubborn streak was becoming known.
"What happens now?"
“There will be many trials, many tests of your love with Xena. It's
a hard task we've set before you, the darkness will always be there
with both of you," Apollo leaned back on his elbows, watching
the bard closely.
He noted the stubborn set of the jaw again.
“I knew that when I met her, we both know that. We’ll meet
whatever comes.”
"Well said, bard," he sat up and then stood up.
"Now you plan for a bonding ceremony. I am proud of the life
you've led and are leading, Gabrielle. When Xena begins to question
her parentage again and discovers some aspects of herself, call on
me. You have inherited certain rights from me."
"You mean like Hercules?" Gabrielle's eyes were wide with
surprise.
"Yes, I do," He leaned down and kissed her cheek.
"Remember, I am the God of Youth." and with that he was
gone.
"Youth? Oh boy."
A voice called out of the darkness, "Don't forget to invite some
of us to the bonding."
"Wow," Gabrielle stood up and looked down at her sleeping
warrior. "I wonder how you'll feel about that one, my love. I
know how you hate dealing with the gods." Gabrielle grinned and
then snuggled back into Xena's arms.
Her mind already whirling, a bonding ceremony to plan for.
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