Be forewarned: explicit scenes to follow. If this offends you or you feel that reading this fiction may make you uncomfortable in anyway (unless you LIKE feeling that way), please do not continue.
"Yes, Gabrielle, oh yes. Deeper, oh that feels so good," Xena's voice rasped out the words between ragged breaths as Gabrielle drove her tongue into Xena as deeply as she could. The taste of her warrior driving her to suck and lick with greater fervor?
A cessation of the droning voice brought Gabrielle's head up and jolted her out of her reverie. Wow, what a daydream! Her hands shook with the intensity of her sexual excitement and she could feel the heat radiating from her body. She didn't need a mirror to know her skin was flushed. Gabrielle lifted her eyes to lock with the steel blue gaze across the table. The corners of Xena's mouth lifted almost imperceptibly and her eyes danced. She knew exactly what the bard had been thinking about for the last few moments. Gabrielle smiled sheepishly. Some bard she was! Here she was, a party to one of the most important peace negotiations in the history of Athens and all she could think about was the salty-sweet taste of her warrior, the husky moans of her pleasure as she?
"Whoa there, Gabrielle," she thought to herself, "you're doing it again." She pulled her emerald gaze away from Xena's mouth, at which she had inadvertently been staring and brought it back up to meet her lover's eyes. The arch of an ebony eyebrow told her that her expressive face had again betrayed her thoughts. The bard followed Xena's gaze as the warrior looked away and down at Gabrielle's hands that were slowly caressing the tabletop. Gabrielle's face flushed further at the realization of what she was doing and she stilled her hands. To Hades with these negotiations! She needed to get herself and her warrior out of this room full of pompous prattling diplomats. Now. But, how to convince Xena? Closing her eyes, she took a calming breath and bravely brought her eyes up to meet Xena's.
The warrior nearly gasped aloud at the mischief, the challenge, and the desire that she read in Gabrielle's countenance. "What is that girl up to now?" she wondered? She nearly jumped when she felt Gabrielle run her sandaled foot along the calf of her leg. Gabrielle smiled again as she saw Xena's eyebrow arch further. The warrior added a few marks on the mental scorecard that kept a tally of these little psychological games the lovers tended to play. "I didn't expect that one my bard," she thought as she nodded her concession to Gabrielle. Instantly knowing how her counter attack should begin, she deftly slipped her own sandals from her feet and ran them up both sides of the leg that Gabrielle still had extended towards her.
The bard's eyelids drooped slightly, though her gaze never left her warrior's face. "How in the world could she be doing that to her under the table and still look so absorbed in the conversation around her?" Oh, my warrior has many skills indeed?
Xena's foot met the hem of Gabrielle's toga as it rested on her lover's inner calf muscle. Yes, a toga! They were both dressed in togas -- like all of the participants present for these talks. She nearly snorted at how ridiculous she must look in this outfit. She still couldn't believe Gabrielle had talked her into attending these talks, much less into wearing this idiotic outfit! Yet, as her foot slipped up inside the soft, filmy material and up onto the smooth flesh of the bard's inner thigh, she decided that the toga wasn't that bad at all on Gabrielle. She rested her foot on the edge of Gabrielle's chair and began to stroke the thigh with the side of her foot. She triumphantly watched her lover's hooded eyes widen with the realization that Xena had no intention of removing her foot. She mentally awarded herself a few tally marks of her own. She again arched her eyebrow at the bard. The look she gave her young friend perfectly conveyed her silent message? "Your move Gabrielle."
The bard glanced down the length of the vast table, first to her right and then to her left. She was somewhat surprised to note that none of the fifty or so people at the table seemed to be aware of the activities occurring under the table. Gabrielle now looked back at Xena. "Ok my love," she thought, "time to call your bluff." Placing her hands palm down on the table she leaned back and shifted forward in her chair until the soft down covering her sex was nestle against the arch of Xena's foot. Gabrielle was instantly rewarded as the indulgent look on Xena's face was replaced with a look of blank shock.
Xena couldn't believe it! Gabrielle wasn't wearing any underwear. She could feel the damp curls of her lover's sex tickling the bottom of her foot. The warrior gulped and drew her foot back a few inches. Gabrielle felt Xena's tactical retreat and gave no quarter. With another subtle shift of her hips, she again pushed herself against Xena's foot.
Xena glanced up as the man who was speaking concluded his speech and sat down. Another stepped up to begin his own oration. "Looks like we're going to be here a while," she decided. There was no way that she was going to allow Gabrielle to win this round and she pressed her foot more firmly against the damp locks. Then, with a flick of her ankle she pushed her big toe up inside Gabrielle's wet opening. Her smaller toes nestled in against the bards swollen clit. Xena smiled slightly and took the advantage by wiggling her toes against the small nub. Gabrielle's gasp was just barley audible.
The bard noted distractedly that the man sitting beside her glanced at her, but had already turned his attention back to the speaker. She was suddenly finding it very hard to breathe normally. "How had Xena so quickly turned the tables on her," she wondered. And how could she regain the upper hand? Especially when what she really wanted to do was pump her hips back and forth to create the wonderful friction that would drive her to climax? Xena must have read her mind, again. She tipped her heel up slightly and pulled her toe slowly out until just the tip pressed against the bard's opening. She held her breath and waited a few seconds; then slowly slid her toe back inside. This time, both women's eyelids drooped and they realized that the situation was quickly getting out of hand.
Xena decided that it was time to extricate themselves and finish this little discussion in private. She slowly pulled out of her lover and brought her foot down to her sandals. Quickly, she maneuvered her feet into them. Just as she started to push herself up out of her chair and physically drag Gabrielle across the table and out the door, everyone began shuffling their parchments and rising to their feet. Without her even realizing it, the speaker had brought the proceedings to a close and adjourned the meeting. Xena stood, locked eyes with Gabrielle, then turned and strode purposefully toward the exit. Once outside the meeting hall, the warrior quickly covered the distance to the stairway that led up to their room. Taking the stairs two at a time, she never glanced back. She knew that the bard would be following close behind.
Gabrielle watched Xena's back, graceful even as she hurried up the stairs. The knowledge that Xena needed her lent her extra strength to climb the two flights in seconds. She scampered down the hall, into the room that they shared, and into the waiting arms of her lover.
Both women were too excited to take it slow and after a few hungry kisses they began to strip each other of clothing. With just a few tugs, the togas easily unraveled leaving the bard completely nude and Xena only in her under garments. Gabrielle, taking the initiative pushed Xena backward to sit on the bed and lifted her shift over her head to expose her bountiful breasts to her eager view. Kneeling on the floor in front of the warrior, Gabrielle began to tug Xena's breeches over her hips. Lying back, Xena lifted her hips to aid Gabrielle in removing the garment. Then breathing hard, she waits with her legs resting on the floor for Gabrielle to join her.
Instead, Gabrielle straddles Xena's beautiful leg and resting her knees on the floor; she begins to move against Xena's shin. Xena flexes her calf muscles, lifting her foot up, then down to strengthen the pressure of her leg against Gabrielle's clit. Her face just inches from the apex between Xena's thighs, Gabrielle can smell essence of Xena's desire for her. In her passion, she buries her face in the soft curls and laps at the wetness she finds there. With her hips still thrusting against her warrior's leg, she runs her hands up from where she is cupping the back of Xena's knee to the soft flesh of her thigh and on to part the folds of Xena's nether lips. As the swollen nub of Xena's passion is uncovered, Gabrielle delves her tongue over and around the bundle of sensitive nerves. Her back arches to move her center closer to her bard's thrusting tongue. Smoky moans rush past Xena's lips from the waves of pleasure she experiences as Gabrielle begins to suck and lick her clit with abandon. Gabrielle begins to buck against Xena's leg. Oh, she is so close to climax, and she wants the warrior to soar with her to those majestic heights. Frantic now, she sucks hard and thrusts three fingers deeply into her lover. Gabrielle's cry of climax is muffled against Xena's flesh, but the vibrations from the sound rocket up Xena's spine from her center and topples her over the precipice on which she has so precariously been balancing. Both women climax together and for these few brief moments their very souls intertwine. Sight and sound splinter into fragments of color as wave after wave of pleasure pulses through their bodies. Xena's deep-throated cry fills the evening air; then only their ragged breathing can be heard as both women slowly come back to themselves.
Gabrielle still straddles Xena's leg with her hand buried deep inside her lover. With her head resting on her lower abdomen, she can feel Xena's inner muscles clenching with small after-shocks from her intense climax. Xena can feel the slow smile that spreads across her lover's lips that are still pressed gently against the sensitive skin of her stomach. She matches it with a contented grin of her own. As her bard gently pulls her hand free, she reaches down to pull Gabrielle up and into her warm embrace. With their bodies intertwined, both are content to cuddle.
"Xena?"
"Yes, Gabrielle?"
"You have very sexy feet."
END.
Please let me know what you think of my writing. This is my very first attempt at fan fiction and I don't know if I have succeeded as a bard or not. I do have several other story ideas, so let me know if I should submit them... (bardkelly@hotmail.com)