Subtext Warning: As always, my stories are classed as main text ! Although Some of my stories are more explicate then others, this one is more in the imagination of the reader. However better to be safe then sorry.

If the idea of two women who are in love and enjoy expressing that love by sharing their bodies, then I would advise you go elsewhere if this bothers you, or you are under the legal age of reader said stories.

Note........This is another "muse's in the night number four" mainly because I was not happy by the way the other "four" came out so its four part two, or the way it should have been !

Last but never ever least, my soul. The person in my life who makes all things seem possible, my muse in the night, my sun in the sky.

I will always love you until eternity, the person who turns this mighty warrior to a big bowl of mush, just by saying my name and boy am I in trouble when she uses "THE" voice. Just a bowl of quivering Jell-O baby !

Everything I do love, is for you.

This is still from Callisto's point of view, but from a different time slot.

In season three after she has now become a god and has not been involved in the killing of Solon.

As always all e-mail is welcomed and answered .. Feed the bard. Let me know what you think ?

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Part 4

What's even funnier, is that it wasn't my usual kick in the teeth, wake up screaming , nightmare! Nope. Not the one where I watch the great Warrior Princess torch my village and murder my family!

Although it was about her. I move to the tree stump in front of me, sitting, scratching my temple as I think.

The dream has thrown me, I admit it.

I lift a finger igniting the tree in front of me, watching the fireball engulf the wood, smiling as I watch the flames merge into a ripple of oranges and yellows. For a moment I see my village, hear the cries of the dying and above it a sound that at the time send a shiver of pure fear right into my soul.

"Ayiayiayaiyiayiayaiyaiayaiyaiayaiyaiy."

I wave my hand the flames disappear, shake my head to rid it of the sound of her.

Now getting back to that dream "hmmmmmmph"

I rise pacing, moving my hand through my hair.

I don't understand it ?

It started good, oh yes. I smile remembering the torture I was inflicting on that annoying bard. My smile falters as I remember what was next, I'm pacing faster now, backwards and forwards.

Then she! Came in. Instead of going to rescue the bard like I had planned, she she....... Kissed me!

I stop, moving my fingertips to my lips, feeling hers still there.

I throw up my arm's. "This is ridiculous! I HATE her, she destroyed everything. She made me who I am. "

But still I can feel her lip's, taste her. " arrrrrrrrrgh"

With a wave of my hand I vanish, I had no thought in my head when I did it.

That's why when I opened my eye's I was as surprised as Hades to discover I had reappeared just outside their campsite. Guess I was thinking about something or someone?

It would be so easy now to raise my hand, point a finger and "whoosh"

There would be one less Warrior Princess to worry about. I am so tempted when I see that brat walk towards the camp fire sitting down, I almost do it, send little miss know it all to the fields, then out of the corner of my eye I see her.

She has come from the lake . Gods , she is naked.

I blink, I have never seen her that way before. I swallow.

The moonlight has chosen her to throw its rays upon.

I blink again, she is beautiful. I stand straight. Where in tarturus did that come from ?

I HATE HER! My fist's clench at my side.

Then a small voice, a buried little thought snakes its way up getting louder and louder in my mind. " Don't I ?"

I cock my head, narrowing my eye's to study her more.

Well she is beautiful, even I will admit that. Forceful ! Oh yes. I half grin.

Not a babbler, my eye's switch to the bard. Oh gods not a babbler, one is enough for anyone.

I turn my stare back to her, watch as she pulls a fur around her sitting by the flames.

What is it with Xena and flames that excites me.

Even if I'm not willing to admit that, my body is starting to betray me.

I shift uncomfortably as I feel a flame of my own spread through me as she leads forward to get a drink, letting the fur open to reveal her breasts.

My eye's widen as the orange glow highlights her.

For a moment I am frozen . Then by a will I didn't know I had I turn my face, closing my eye's remembering that kiss, her kiss.

I can hear the brat , talking to her, giggling.

My jaw tense's as I hear the sound of laughter.

Now curious I open my eye's looking at them again.

Xena ! Xena is laughing. I have never heard her do that. I mean I have but that was the laughter of power, of the Destroyer Of Nations.

But this, this is the laughter of peace, of joy of love.

My brow furrows. Why does she seem so different to me here and now?

To kill her now would give me the revenge I need , that revenge that eats away at me everyday.

I cock my head as the bard, disappears under the furs, I lean forward, my ear brow rising as I hear Xena moan.

Well I know what the bard is doing, you don't have to be a god to figure that out.

But what I don't understand , is why suddenly I wished it had been the bard's body I had come back in.

I stayed there, in the shadows the whole time, watching them kiss, lick, make love in the firelight, which highlighted them into two heaving outlines.

I closed my eye's relishing the sounds of them, only moving away when they screamed each others love and name into the night.

As I walked away , I felt an unknown feeling enter me, pushing all the anger and pain away.

It would have been so simple to kill them then.

The only thing that had stopped me, was this feeling in me.

That now when I look back on it I understand , as peace and love.

For a few candle marks I had shared in their emotions, they had washed over me in the intensity of them.

Maybe it's because IM a god now?

I felt for the first time since the destruction of my youth , at peace !

No rage, no nothing, I felt nothing.

Maybe that's why I didn't kill them, because if I do, I will be nothing.

They say that hate is an emotion so close to love that sometimes you never know when you have crossed the line.

I flick my hair back, waving my hand.

Then again maybe not ! I shrug my shoulder's.

Looking back at the campfire. I smile. One that some would class as pure evil appears.

I feel the peace leave me, to be replaced again by what I know, what I can understand. Hate ! Revenge.

"Until next time Xennnnnna!"

As the mist of power takes me I see her raise her head.

I chuckle , I saw the fear.

" who needs love when you can get that!"

I vanish. Wishing I knew the answer to that myself.

That's better! Phew thought I'd lost it there for a sec; annex