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SUBTEXT: Ah yes, subtext. This story does contain major references to the loving relationship between two women. If this is not your cup of tea, then DON'T DRINK! Or read for that matter. If you are under 18, please move on. If this type of subject matter is illegal in your state, then move out, or move on with the 18-year-olds. After all, this world has many resources, however some things are just not meant for some people. Please do us all a favor, and surf on down the line.

This came up, because of a certain bit of artwork, I will be adding to my own collection, much to the consternation of my soulmate. I just had to dash it out.



"To sleep, perchance to dream"

***********W. Shakespeare************


by Kat

A beautiful night in the forest. The weather is perfect, the stars are abundantly visible. Two lovers a snuggling side by side in their bedroll.


Gabrielle: Xena?

Xena: Hmmmm?

Gabrielle: Are you sleeping?

Xena: No.

Gabrielle (softly): What's wrong?

Xena (surprised): Nothing.

Gabrielle: Aren't you happy?

Xena: Yes, I am.

Gabrielle (confused): Then what's wrong? Did I say something wrong? Do something wrong?

Xena (sighing): No, no. It's not you.

Gabrielle (worried): Then . . .what is it? What can I do? Should I leave?

Xena (vehemently): NEVER!

Gabrielle: Should I stop bugging you?

Xena (chuckling): You don't bug me.

Gabrielle: Can I get you something?

Xena (getting exasperated): I'm fine, I don't need anything but you.

Gabrielle (depressed): Maybe I should leave.

Xena (startled): Why do you say that?

Gabrielle (lower lip trembling): Don't need anything, don't want anything, I can't make you happy, you can't sleep ...........Just ................

Xena (sitting up): Just what? And don't be sorry, there's nothing to be sorry for.

Gabrielle (slow tears angling down her cheek): Just don't send me away.

Xena (her own tears falling): I told you, I don't ever want you to leave.

Gabrielle (sniffling): Don't you love me?

Xena (wistful smile): Very much.

Gabrielle (narrowed eyebrows): Very much what? Very much you do? Or very much you don't?

Xena (tension showing on her face): Gabrielle! I . . .Love . . .You . . .Very . . .Much!

Gabrielle: You're sure?


Gabrielle: I would understand if you didn't. Too young, talk too much, always in trouble.

Xena: But . . .I do love you.

Gabrielle (smiling): I love you too.

Xena (relaxing a bit): That's good. I'm happy>

Gabrielle: Are you? Really?

Xena (rolling her eyes): Really!

Gabrielle: Then why aren't you sleeping?

Xena: Oh, just not tired yet.

Gabrielle: Xena! You gought ten raiders, saved a village, and . . .and . . .well you know what, too!

Xena: I know what, what?

Gabrielle (waving her hands in the air): You know, when we made camp and . . .

Xena: And, built a fire, caught a fish, what?

Gabrielle (exasperated): XENA! You know what I'm talking about.

Xena (perplexed): What's wrong, is there something in your eye?

Gabrielle (punching her on the arm): No silly, I was winking.

Xena: Oh! I get it! Yeah, that was really wonderful.

Gabrielle: Really? You're not just saying that are you?

Xena: Yes, I really enjoyed myself. Did you?

Gabrielle: Heh, oh yeah, that's definitely an interesting use for olive oil.

Xena (sighing): Yeah, it is.

Gabrielle (eye narrowed): But . . .then why aren't you sleepy then? I would think you would be relaxed.

Xena: I am relaxed.

Gabrielle: Then what's bothering you?

Xena (evasive): What makes you think that something's bothering me.

Gabrielle: Because you aren't asleep.

Xena: Gabrielle, I am just not sleepy.

Gabrielle: Hmmmmm, I don't believe you. I think you're hiding something.

Xena (laying back down): Look, I'm fine. Why don't you snuggle up here, and read me some poetry. You know, from what's her name.

Gabrielle (triumphant): Aha! That's it! What's her name, huh?

Xena (hiding her eyes): What are you talking about Gabrielle?

Gabrielle: It's the tattoo isn't it? Admit it!

Xena (petulant): It's a very lovely tattoo Gabrielle. As far as tattoos go.

Gabrielle: You're jealous aren't you?

Xena (indignant): Why would I be jealous?

Gabrielle: Well, maybe because it's of Sappho, my all time favorite poetess, and not you. And maybe because I was with Salmoneus when I got it. And well, (under her breath) maybe because I was drunk, and didn't really know what I was doing.

Xena (exasperated): Gabrielle, it's not every day that some one gets a tattoo of their favorite poetess on their butt. And what's wrong with getting one of me?

Gabrielle (giggling): Heh! Xena I don't need a tattoo of you. I have the real you all to myself.

Xena: I suppose that you want Sappho instead of me?

Gabrielle: Xena! Don't ever say that!

Xena: Wellll, how am I supposed to feel? Everytime you take a bath, or you know, I have her ugly mug staring me in the face. Kinda uncomfortable don't you think.

Gabrielle: Oh, Xena, that is the sweetest thing you have ever said to me.

Xena (perplexed): It is?

Gabrielle: Oh, yeah, you betcha. I love you when you're possessive and uncertain. It makes me feel somewhat in control.

Xena: Huh? In control you say?

Gabrielle (uncertain): Well, you know what I mean.

Xena (winding up her tickle fingers): Do I?

Gabrielle: Now Xena, don't get carried away.

Xena: Oh, I won't get carried away. I think I owe you something, don't I?

Gabrielle (eyes wary): Owe me for what?

Xena (grabbing a handful of squirming Bard): For keeping me awake, for going shopping with Sal, for getting drunk, and for getting a tattoo . . .of her. And for letting me love you, and care about you, and for staying with me, through all the good, and the bad.

Gabrielle (giggling out of control): Mmmmph! Xena! Stop, that tickles! Xena don't!

Stop! Don't! Stop!

Xena (smug smile on her face): Oh, don't worry, I won't stop!


And so, the forest rang with the sounds of two people very much in love. Of course, no person or creature for miles got any sleep that night, but . . .oh, what a night!



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