XWP: Darkness Awakening (Awakening 12) - part 2
Ms. Hunter Ashripperbard7@yahoo.com
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pairings: Xena/Gabrielle
rating: NC-17 (sex scene)
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Gabrielle walked along the road towards home with a confident gait. The story telling had gone well, with several merchants in the audience who showed their appreciation in coin, always pleasing both Gabrielle and Cyrene.
The bard instinctively ducked, reaching down to her boot and pulling up one of her sais as a body landed behind her from a tree. A strong arm went around her waist and another grabbed her wrist as she started to bring the sai back in defense.
“It’s me, little one,” a familiar voice whispered in her ear.
“Gods! Woman!” Gabrielle squeaked, attempting to turn around but found Xena holding her firmly in an embrace. “You scared the Hades out of me!”
“Sorry, guess I was feeling a little playful.”
Gabrielle could just imagine the lopsided grin on her warrior’s face and leaned back into Xena’s strong arms, lowering the sai back to her boot.
“Found dead on the road in Amphipolis, one bard of a heart attack,” Gabrielle complained with a smile.
“I wanted to walk you home,” Xena grinned, releasing her bard so Gabrielle could turn around in her arms. She was rewarded with an embrace and kiss that took her breath away and weakened her knees.
“To walk me home you have to hide in the trees and leap out at me like some stalking tiger?” Gabrielle demanded when they could both breathe again.
“Sorry,” Xena grinned and bent to kiss her mate again, running her hands up Gabrielle’s back under the cloak the bard was wearing.
“Oh you might be sorry later, warrior mine,” Gabrielle threatened, fire dancing in her eyes.
“Really?” Xena’s voice dropped a notch, signaling to her mate that the thought was intriguing to the warrior.
Gabrielle laughed and began walking along, holding Xena’s hand.
“Where are the kids?” she asked.
“Joxer claimed Uncle rights with Solan and Mom is watching Sasha tonight. Seems we wore her out with the picnic and Solan didn’t want to wake her to bring her home.”
“Then I’ve got you to myself tonight, eh?” Gabrielle questioned, eyes dancing.
Xena felt a shiver run over her body at the husky tone in the bard’s voice.
“It has been awhile,” Xena mentioned.
“You are insatiable!” Gabrielle teased.
“Since we got back,” Xena countered.
“I know, with both of us catching up on missed work and teaching Solan how to do things differently, I guess we haven’t taken the time for each other.”
Xena stopped her bard and lifted Gabrielle’s chin until green eyes were looking into her blue ones.
“Don’t apologize, little one, no one’s fault. Just life, I love how much time we’ve been spending with the kids,” she bent forward for another kiss that weakened Gabrielle’s legs in turn. “Now, let’s take advantage of an empty house,” the warrior suggested.
Gabrielle laughed and dragged the warrior the rest of the way, both women grinning.
Once inside the door of their home Gabrielle turned and pinned Xena against the door, holding the warrior’s wrists against the door at shoulder level and attacked the warrior’s neck with an intensity that surprised the warrior and buckled her knees.
“You seem to like me falling against doors, my bard,” Xena commented.
“Hmmmm,” was the only verbal response she got for several moments as Gabrielle’s teeth found one of Xena’s most erotic spots on her neck. Gabrielle brought a leg up between her warrior’s, pinning Xena totally to the door as the warrior whimpered, unsure whether she’d go over that edge right there.
Gabrielle pulled back slightly to look into Xena’s eyes, still keeping her body against the warrior’s and her hands on Xena’s wrists. “I think you should get some special attention after scaring me half to death!”
Xena felt a shiver run over her body, this was a new side to her bard and the warrior was finding it exciting. From the beginning the bard had surprised Xena with her energy and ferocity in bed but after her return from slavery Gabrielle had held back somewhat. That hadn’t surprised Xena. It had taken Gabrielle a bit of time and persuasion to let more and more of Xena’s lusts come out in their lovemaking. The warrior had been terrified of hurting Gabrielle and that the bard would be afraid or disgusted and turn from Xena. Instead the bard had drawn more and more of her warrior out until Xena was comfortable and more trusting with her bard than with anyone she had ever known.
Xena had tried to get Gabrielle to face the lust that could hit after a fight or battle and had succeeded once, just after Gabrielle the gladiator had returned to her. Since then, the bard had held back and Xena knew that the bard was afraid of giving into those feelings again, no matter how much Xena tried to reassure Gabrielle that she would welcome and accept that side of Gabrielle.
Gabrielle hadn’t been ready to accept that in herself yet.
Now the bard was attacking Xena with an intensity that was exciting and surprising.
Xena refocused on her bard as Gabrielle snapped her fingers in front of Xena’s face. “You haven’t answered me,” Gabrielle demanded, her eyes dancing.
“Uh, what did you have in mind, little one?” Xena asked with a smile as Gabrielle’s hand began to lightly play over Xena’s nipples through her tunic top. The bard shoved Xena back against the door when the warrior tried to lean forward into Gabrielle’s body.
Xena’s eyebrows shot up but she stayed against the door.
“I love you so much, I need you so much!” Gabrielle hissed and showed Xena her trembling hand. The bard leaned her forehead against Xena’s chest.
“What is it, Gabrielle?” Xena asked softly, wanting to take the bard into her arms but one hand had a wrist pinned to the wall and the bard’s leg kept her body back.
“It’s like there’s a building hunger in me, an energy,” Gabrielle whispered.
“Then give into it, my love. I’m here, I trust you and I love you,” Xena whispered back.
“It’s nothing like I’ve ever felt, Xena,” Gabrielle dropped the hand holding Xena’s wrists and wrapped her arms around the warrior, suddenly holding herself close to her warrior.
Xena wrapped her arms around Gabrielle and held her, feeling the bard trembling in her arms. After a moment Xena lifted the bard into her arms and carried Gabrielle through the house to their bedroom and surprised Gabrielle by dumping her onto the bed instead of gently placing her there. Gabrielle lay on the bed, on her elbows, looking at the warrior in surprise.
“Nothing you could do, say, or want would make me love you any less,” Xena promised, noting the fire still in the bard’s eyes.
Gabrielle turned and sat on the edge of the bed, watching Xena warily. Xena approached her mate slowly and knelt down at Gabrielle’s knees.
“Close your eyes,” the bard obeyed, hands still shaking. “What do you want from me? What do you want to do?”
“I, uh, don’t know,” Gabrielle whispered.
“Yes, you do. Keep your eyes closed and tell me what you see,” Xena encouraged.
“You,” Gabrielle’s breath quickened. “under me, begging for release.”
“Go on,” Xena said softly.
“Begging me to take you harder and deeper,” the bard’s face was flushed.
“Go on, am I tied up?”
“What? Uh, I don’t....,” the bard hesitated, her face turning very red. “yes,” she admitted.
“Okay, what are you doing to me?” Xena asked softly.
“Xena, I can’t!” Gabrielle protested, but kept her eyes closed, the warrior noted.
“Yes, you can. I love you.”
Gabrielle grew quiet as her hands gripped the blanket under her.
Xena got up quietly and went to one of cabinets and pulled a couple of things out of her bags and walked back to the bard and knelt down again.
“Gabrielle, open your eyes,” Xena ordered.
The bard opened her eyes and was shocked to find Xena hold a long strap of leather, Gabrielle’s eyes went wide.
“Xena?”
The warrior stood up, went to a chair, and removed her boots and then knelt in front of Gabrielle again. Gabrielle looked dumbly at the dagger Xena placed in her hands.
“I’m yours, totally, my bard. Any way you want me,” Xena said simply and held out the leather strip.
“I can’t!” Gabrielle protested.
“Really, don’t think you can handle it?” Xena suddenly taunted and wasn’t surprised when Gabrielle growled and pulled her up onto the bed and on top of the bard, silencing Xena’s taunts with her lips. Xena moaned, her leg coming up between Gabrielle’s and discovering how wet the bard was already.
Gabrielle growled and flipped Xena over onto her back attacking the warrior’s neck again with a vengeance and grabbing Xena’s wrists again. The warrior didn’t resist when the bard pulled back and wordlessly tied the wrists together and then tied the strap to one of the bedposts.
Gabrielle stopped, looking confused and looked into Xena’s blue eyes.
“It’s okay, I trust you,” she whispered.
The bard looked almost like she was in pain.
“Gabrielle, part of you is still Dancer, the gladiator. Let it out.” Xena encouraged. Still the bard hesitated, eyes closed. “I want you, very badly. I want your teeth in my neck, I want your hand inside of me, your lips everywhere, your teeth biting my nipples, your tongue inside of me and stroking me. I want to feel my body trembling and bucking under you, I want to scream your name.”
Gabrielle growled and grabbed up the knife from the bed and quickly cut the tunic from Xena’s body with a swiftness that surprised the warrior. Next her trousers were off and she was tied to her own bed, naked. Gabrielle removed her own clothing and knelt between Xena’s feet and began slowly working her way up the warrior’s legs with her lips and teeth.
“Oh gods,” Xena said softly, pulling against the leather in reflex. The sight of her bard, eyes blazing, nibbling her way up the inside of Xena’s legs was enough to set her body trembling right away.
Gabrielle continued working her way up the warrior’s body but skipped Xena’s sexual area, bringing a frustrated moan out of Xena. Gabrielle continued nibbling, kissing and licking her way up Xena’s abdomen and then breasts.
The warrior arched her back as Gabrielle lightly flicked her tongue over the nipples, lightly teasing and offering no release. The bard kept her body just hovering over the warrior, not quite touching except an occasional brush of skin.
Xena resisted bringing her legs up around the bard’s hips, not wanting to give Gabrielle any ideas about tying her legs at this point, thank you.
Gabrielle moved up Xena’s chest to her shoulders and lightly nibbled, hitting pressure points that Xena had shown her over the years, making the warrior’s body begin to squirm under her. The bard surprised Xena by not attacking her neck again, instead only lightly kissing both sides and then leaning on her arms to look down into Xena’s face. This confused the warrior, she knew how much Gabrielle loved to bite, remnants of Bacchus’ touch on her life and soul, the warrior. To resist that pleasure probably meant the bard planned on dragging this out.
Xena moaned as Gabrielle straddled her hips, feeling how wet the bard was against her skin. Her hips jerked up, trying to meet the bard but Gabrielle moved up on her knees slightly, denying Xena the contact, making the warrior whimper.
“Wanting something, lover?” Gabrielle whispered, a dangerous edge in her voice.
“You, always you and only you!”
How long Gabrielle tortured her, Xena didn’t know.
Gabrielle kissed, licked, nipped and teased every inch of her warrior until Xena was mass of writhing muscles under her. Again and again the bard’s hands or tongue would take Xena almost to the point of release and then back away, at first bringing moans of frustration and then cries and whimpers.
All Xena knew was that she was begging for release, begging for her bard’s body.
She was almost in tears when the bard’s fingers finally entered her again and stayed there, beginning a rhythm that the warrior’s hips began rocking to meet the bard’s hand, begging for more. Slowly the bard’s hand claimed Xena totally, both women stopping for a moment with the wonderment of the feeling of it. When Gabrielle began moving her fist slowly, Xena bit into her lip at the sensations, already on overload. Then Gabrielle’s tongue began to stroke Xena’s clit and the warrior screamed, her back arching. The bard placed her arm across Xena’s abdomen, trying to maintain control of her warrior as Xena trembled uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face as her body shook with wave after wave.
Xena opened her eyes to find herself in Gabrielle’s arms; being rocked softly, the leather strap still tied to one of her wrists. Gabrielle’s face was one of worry.
“Are you okay, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she whispered.
“Shhhh,” Xena managed to whisper. “Wonderful, no apologies.”
Gabrielle got up and came back into the bedroom carrying a mug and a towel. She crawled back into the bed and took Xena back into her arms, raising the warrior up until Xena could drink the wine being offered her. Then the bard began toweling Xena’s hair and face dry and then her own.
Xena wasn’t surprised at how wet their hair and faces were. After that workout they were both covered in sweat and their own juices. Xena laid her head against the bard’s chest as Gabrielle held her close.
“You sure you’re okay?” Gabrielle asked softly.
“Woman, you just sent my body into total melt down, had me screaming your name and begging on my knees. I have no energy left, my muscles have turned to jelly and I have no voice left. Of course, I’m okay. More than okay,” Xena smiled as Gabrielle blushed.
“What came over me? I had to possess you totally until you were helpless because of me.”
“You’ve been fighting battle lust ever since you came back to me, you just finally snapped.”
“But I didn’t feel like that after that mess with the Romans kidnapping Sasha, it wasn’t like the battle lust that hit after a match in the Arena,” Gabrielle said thoughtfully, snuggling down into the bed, keeping her arms around her exhausted warrior.
“It’s been under the surface all this time,” Xena said simply, nuzzling Gabrielle’s neck. “Just like the Warlord is always in me and sometimes comes out sexually. You now have Dancer and Dancer’s anger and fury.”
“You’ve never let anyone tie you up like that, have you?” Gabrielle whispered, a tear escaping her eyes, Xena softly wiped them away with her lips.
“No,” she answered easily, “I told you, I’m yours always and I trust you.”
“I’m not sure I totally trust myself,” Gabrielle answered.
“I know that, that’s how I feel when that hits and you always reassure me that you trust me and love me,” Xena said sleepily.
“When we go north, can we avoid the Bacchae forest?” Gabrielle asked, her voice becoming small, surprising the warrior.
Instantly, Xena was awake, senses alert. Her bard was disturbed and worried about something and the warrior came to life. She quickly turned the situation around and reached out to hold her bard.
“Of course, my love,” she answered, pulling Gabrielle close. “What is it?” she asked.
“There’s more darkness, it hurts,” Gabrielle whispered, voice growing faint and small.
“Tell me, Gabrielle,” Xena insisted.
“I’m afraid I’m close to losing it with you sometimes.”
“What is frightening you?”
“My teeth,” the bard confessed, curling almost into a ball next to her warrior.
“You’ve drawn blood before,” Xena confessed and wasn’t surprised when Gabrielle’s eyes snapped open in fear, suddenly very awake. Xena held on tight and wouldn’t let Gabrielle back out of the embrace. “I didn’t say anything because, one - we were busy with other life crisis, two - I don’t care if you nip me, and three - I love you and trust you.”
“I thought I had tasted blood,” Gabrielle frowned.
“We knew this was there as well as the battle lust. It doesn’t worry me, little one.”
“It worries me,” Gabrielle muttered.
“Why, is it getting worse?” Xena frowned.
“Yes, it’s like it’s building up, like water behind a dam that has nowhere to go,” the bard snuggled back into Xena’s arms, her panic momentarily eased.
“Rare meat?” Xena suggested.
“Been there, done that,” the bard said weakly.
“Shhh, go to sleep, little one. We’ll deal with it, and we won’t go near the forest,” Xena promised as she felt sleep overcoming both of them.
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