Afterglow

Disclaimers: The characters of Xena: Warrior Princess and all others associated with the television series of the same name are owned by MCA/ Universal Pictures. This is a work of fan fiction and no copyright infringement is intended.

Subtext: I guess with my writing so far we'll just quit calling it subtext and call it maintext. Yes they are in love with each other.

Sex: PWP. Smut.

Violence: Nope

Language: None

Spoilers: None

Other: Just a little something…

Afterglow

By T.Novan

TNOVAN@aol.com

The final strains of pleasure escaped from under the furs of the bedroll. Low moans and soft groans slowly died as the frenzied movement of the blankets also stopped. A small hand fell out from under the blankets to be brought back by a larger one.

The blanket fell back; allowing sweat soaked heads to gather fresh air into their lungs. Both bodies, now totally satiated, moved and shifted. Legs entwined, torsos slid together, arms wrapped around each other. Full lips placed a gentle kiss to a blonde brow, as a satisfied groan left Xena’s chest.

"Xena?"

"Hmm?"

"Do we have to get up in the morning?"

"No."

"We can spend all day in bed? Just enjoying each other?"

"Absolutely."

Gabrielle cuddled closer to the warrior, readjusting her head on the tall woman’s shoulder. Her body still tingled from the expert way Xena had made love to her. When she shifted her legs a bit, she was rewarded with another little jolt of pleasure. Another long moan left her. Xena held her tighter.

"You’re just saying that aren’t you?" Gabrielle placed a soft kiss to a salty tasting jaw and ear.

"Un-huh." The warrior’s head tilted to the side, allowing the bard to explore more.

"So," Another trail of soft kisses. "We have to get up and move on?"

"Yup, ‘friad so. Bandits to fight. People to save." Xena offered, licking her lips.

Gabrielle watched her partner’s face in the moonlight. With her eyes closed and hair disheveled from their passion, she never seemed more beautiful. The bard was surprised to find this. She was sure she had noticed Xena in about every state possible. But now here was a new memory she could call upon. She could even write a scroll about it, she’d call it, ‘Xena in the Moonlight’. That would be one that she wouldn’t be telling in any tavern.

The warrior rolled on her side, pulling the bard closer and once again causing the shock of pleasure to roll through both bodies. "Maybe we should just try to get our fill now." The warrior whispered, nuzzling and nipping on Gabrielle’s ear.

"You think?" The bard moaned even as she moved to give the warrior all the room in the world.

Xena nodded. "I do. I definitely do." She began a trail of slow, wet kisses down the small frame under her.

"Oh Xena" Gabrielle ran her fingers through the warrior’s hair, softly scratching her scalp and tangling her fingers in the dark locks. "Oh yeah." Her head moved from side to side when she felt a warm tongue wrap around her nipple. "Yeah…that’s good."

"Hmm…" The warrior moaned her agreement, feeling Gabrielle’s reaction as the nipple tightened in her mouth. The changing sensations and textures in her bard’s flesh always made her more aroused than she could explain.

The bard’s hands left Xena’s hair. One hand traced up and down her back, leaving light scratches, causing a deep growl to come from the warrior. The bard was rewarded with a slight, playful bite to the nipple the warrior was currently teasing.

"Hey, hey…teeth." The bard warned. Her other hand slid down the front of the warrior’s body.

"There." Xena moaned, looking down. "That’s good."

"You like that don’t you?"

"Oh yeah." The nod was enthusiastic. "You know what I want you to do Gabrielle."

"Say please." The bard teased.

Xena merely shifted her weight and bucked her hips, taking what she wanted rather than waiting for the bard to give it to her. "Oh yeah!" She growled, beginning a slow rhythm against her lover’s hand. She shifted again until she was straddling Gabrielle and riding the bard’s loving hand.

"Demanding too." Gabrielle groaned, reaching up to tease dark nipples.

Xena’s head fell forward. She was enjoying all the pleasure the bard was giving her. She felt the bard’s hand move to her hips to slow and guide their grinding against each other. She had to give over to the bard’s guidance, she had learned very quickly that somehow the blonde knew exactly what pleasured her and was incredibly adept at giving it to her.

As Xena arched back, fully enjoying every touch and sound Gabrielle offered. She realized that this was the difference between the bard and the other partners in her past. The bard loved her and wanted Xena to feel pleasure. Other partners had been out for their own satisfaction and if Xena had found hers, then that was all fine and well. But the woman under her really truly loved her.

She leaned forward to get close to her lover and offer a kiss. It was received and taken with the passion that was once again causing a sheen of sweat to break across their skin. They battled each other for dominance in the kiss, the warrior was utterly defeated when her climax started. The strength totally sapped from her body when her cries were quickly swallowed by Gabrielle’s passionate kiss.

"Oh Gods…" Xena collapsed in a lump on top of the bard. Moaning, while her body trembled through its recovery. "Oh I love you." The warrior rasped. Taking deep breaths she slowly moved next to the bard.

"Prove it." The blonde groaned, rolling on top of the warrior and sliding against her thigh.

The warrior’s hand found a perfect perch on a rather perfect backside as she began to guide them in another sensual, erotic dance. She thrust her thigh hard into the bard, while forcing the bard’s hips down.

"Oh yeah Xena! Please…" Gabrielle looked into to face of her lover, as she held herself up. She lowered her head, as soon as her mouth came in contact with Xena’s neck she bit lightly into the flesh.

"Gods Gabrielle." The warrior grunted, quickening their moments against each other.

The bard reached back, pulling the blankets back over their bodies. She liked the feeling of being cocooned away from the world when she reached her orgasm at Xena’s hand. It was a time when she felt most vulnerable and she loved the feeling of being protected by her lover and the blankets they shared.

From under the blankets a stifled moan could be heard that sounded somewhat like the bard crying out the warrior’s name.

The blanket fell back, allowing sweat soaked heads to gather fresh air into their lungs. Both bodies, now totally satiated, moved and shifted. Legs entwined, torsos slid together, arms wrapped around each other. Full lips placed a gentle kiss to a blonde brow, as a satisfied groan left Xena’s chest.