BELONG TO ME, The lucky people at Reniassance pictures, own them lock stock and very smoking barrel. I however have borrowed them for a little while, i'll play nice with them:(honest !B.G) and put them back. I make no profit out of these bardly tales, just 100% pure fun in creating them.

Subtext Warning: Oh boy is there, if you are under the age of eighteen, this story is not for you. If it illegal for you to read such stories that contain scenes of two women expressing love for each other, then this is not for you either , go read Winnie the Pooh or something. There are some graphic scenes of love making , So you have been warned!!!!!

Last but defiantly not least, I dedicate this story to the love of my life, my soul mate, who has shown me what true love is, has opened my heart to the future out there for us, just ready for the grabbing. The one who makes my heart sing every day. I love you always.

Now on with the story; This is the start of a group of " Muse's in the Night."

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Part 1

I sit on guard, like I have done a thousand times before, maybe even a million, sharpning my sword , listening for any sound that warns me that an enemy is near. But this time I guard something more precious to me then the entire gold of the world, my bard.

I smile as I turn my eyes to her, watching as she murmurs in her sleep, shifting further into the furs around her, she senses I'm not next to her, as she turns an outstretched arm, fingers searching for me. I hear her mumble my name.

I rise, listening once more, to check for danger, before placing my sword within reach, my chakram just under the furs before I settled next to her.

I know I am grinning now, as she turns fully, wrapping her arm across my waist, her head now resting just above my heart, a place she now owns.

With her there, it amazes me everyday, how right this feels, how complete I feel.

I gently kiss the top of her head, rewarded again by a heart felt sigh of contentment and love, coming now from both of us. Without even knowing it my hand is rubbing her back as I see a frown cross that beautiful face, as soon as she feels me, hears me tell her that im here, the frown disappears.

By the god's she is beautiful, she will never admit that she is, oh but she is, all the men we meet see it, which usually results in them getting a swift lesson in manners from myself, or a brusied knee from my gentle bard. She feels the chuckle I make, shifting against me, throw her leg over me, so it now covers both of mine.

I feel my pulse start at the feeling of her bare skin across mine, feel the warmth that spreads through me, the pulse of desire that settles deep in my stomach. I close my eyes as she shifts further across me, remembering our love making of yesterday.

I have now memorized every inch of my beautiful soul-mate, tasted all that is her, I can feel my mouth water at the memory, the muskiness, the spice that is only her's.

I have to swallow now, as I remember, the sounds she makes as I love her, the little whimpers that are, dare I as the warrior princess use the word cute? Well thats what they are like a puppy whinning for more, oh and she begs, begs me not to stop, as if I could ! I would have to give up living to do that. The way she squirms, when I slip my fingers through her delicate wet folds, the way she grabs my hair so tightly sometimes i'm surprized I dont have a bald spot, oh and when I delve my tongue deep inside her she wails higher then a banshee.

I have never seen anything more beautiful as the sight of my sweet Gabrielle when she comes, when she abandons herself to me, when she gives me that trust.

Her face is always filled with such ecstasy and love, manys the time that look has sent me along with her.

She has an innocence that she will never lose during that moment of release. Then she opens those eyes , gods those eyes, they have the power to turn me, the great destroyer of nations to a pile of quivering mush, so badly sometimes when I see the mischief of desire there, it is all I can do to keep remembering how to breathe and remain standing at the same time.

Those eye's that hold the green of a summer valley , with flexs of the crops in the field's, that when she smiles at me with such love in them, I could just dive in and die happy.

She snuggles against me again and I pull her closer, pulling the fur over both of us, I rest my arm under my head watching a shooting star blaze across the sky, I can feel my eye's closing, hear morpheus calling me, my last thought as it has been from the time I met this incredible bard from Poteidia, is of her. My bard. My soul. My heart. My life. My Gabrielle.