Prunin’
by Cath,
Bard
OWNERSHIP
DISCLAIMER
The characters of Xena and Gabrielle and others belong in their entirety to Universal/MCA, Renaissance Pictures, and all the other powers that be. No copyright infringement is intended. I wrote this story at the urging of my muse; it should never be used for profit. Please do not copy or cite elsewhere without express permission of the author.
VIOLENCE
This
tale contains no scenes of violence and/or its aftermath, but it hints at
darker things.
LOVE/SEX
WARNING/DISCLAIMER:
This
story depicts a loving friendship between two consenting adult women. If you
are under 18 years of age or if this type of story is illegal in the state or
country in which you live, please do not read it. If depictions of this nature
disturb you, you may wish to read something other than this story. “Prunin’” is part of a relationship trilogy
that includes “Possessed” and “Control.”
If you enjoy this, you might like those tales as well.
THANKS
To
Heather.
Comments? Questions? Feedback gladly accepted, but be nice, be constructive.
Email me at: MsCL@ix.netcom.com
“I’m
prunin’,” the Warrior Princess grumped. “I’m outta here.”
She
floated through the steaming, scented water toward the edge of the deep, blue-tiled bath. Before she could step out, A strong arm encircled her from
behind, and a smooth, throaty voice caressed her ear.
“No
you don’t…”
The
arm squeezed tighter, just under Xena’s breasts, hauling her back into the
water against a slick, powerful torso.
Half-heartedly, she attempted to pull away. The grip tightened. She relaxed.
The
Warrior felt a nip on her upper back and another at her shoulder – not painful,
not playful. More like possessive. The Bard was hungry.
“For
once, Xena, let’s get out together.”
Gabrielle’s
statement held a promise. Her arm
traveled upward. A surprisingly large
hand splayed itself between the tall woman’s firm breasts as the Amazon pressed
closer.
Another
hand trailed down Xena’s hip and soothed its way to the dark curls at her apex. Skilled fingers probed further.
Xena
closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, drawing the scent of Gabrielle to the
ancient recesses of her lower brain.
Something
fierce and primal sparked at her core and she growled. Gabrielle was playing a dangerous game here.
Xena
wondered if the Bard even sensed her peril.
A savage predator, poised at the brink of control, stood wrapped in the
young woman’s arms. Then, she had the
audacity to nip again at the Warrior’s shoulder blade.
Slowly,
Xena turned as Gabrielle began to nibble more forcefully. The Amazon felt the motion and paused until
the Warrior faced her – blue eyes piercing.
A scowling, dark-clouded visage gazed down into the Bard’s own
sparkling, green eyes.
Gabrielle’s
teasing smile dissolved to an uncertain half-grin; the self-assured glint in
her eyes now a squint of doubt.
“You
don’t know what you’re getting into here, Gabrielle.”
Xena’s
voice carried a subtle threat that sent a shudder through the smaller woman.
“I
think I do,” the Bard responded evenly, trying to appear braver than she felt.
Xena
loved the effect that her Warrior mode had on everyone, including this bold
Amazon.
“I
said I was prunin’ and I need to get out.”
Xena
moved away, trying to maintain aloof fierceness, yet knowing that in the next
moment it would become an overwhelming desire to seize the young woman and
ravish her on the spot.
Xena
couldn’t tell if Gabrielle enjoyed the rough side of their lovemaking. The Bard never admitted her feelings about
it, remaining uncharacteristically silent in the face of the onslaught. Such activity was rare. But when it occurred, the Warrior unleashed
a dark sexuality that left both women sore and sated for several days – and
Xena steeped in the old self-loathing.
The
Warrior observed the wheels turning as the Bard sought to extricate them from
this dicey impasse.
Gabrielle lowered her eyes and spoke in a gentle whisper.
“Xena,
please stay. You always leave first
when we do this. I need these moments
with you for the time when we no longer have each other….” Her voice trailed off.
Fierce
Warrior melted into Loving Partner.
Xena stroked the young woman’s cheek tenderly.
“That
time will never come, Gabrielle….”
“Then
stay. Please?”
Xena
smiled.
“Hey,
I’m not kidding when I say this water is hard on my skin.”
“What?”
“I
chap.”
Gabrielle
considered her indestructible companion’s revelation. The danger had passed. She
never realized that was why Xena exited baths before her.
“Xena?”
“Hmmm?”
“I
might have something that could help.”
The
Bard raised an eyebrow and cocked her head – pure seduction reflected in her
every gesture.
“When
we were in Egypt I asked Cleopatra’s chief handmaiden about some of the
queen’s, er, um…beauty secrets.”
“Gabrielle,
I refuse to bathe in asses’ milk.”
“That’s
just a legend. Besides, there are no
donkeys to milk around here.”
Gabrielle
blinked innocently. Xena chuckled.
The
Bard made her offer in a hushed tone.
“Stay
awhile longer and I promise to give you the massage of a lifetime with a
special oil.”
“I
don’t know. I’ve had some pretty
special massages…”
The
Bard cupped a breast in her powerful hand and kneaded – lightly at first, then
more firmly as Xena began to respond.
“Did
they do this?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.”
Gabrielle’s
other hand sought again at the apex of the Warrior’s stunning body.
“How
about this?”
Xena’s
sharp intake of breath signaled that Gabrielle had hit a nerve – several of
them by the look on the tall woman’s face.
“Er,
yes, but….” the Warrior managed to choke out.
“Damn!”
Abruptly, Gabrielle withdrew her hands.
Xena’s
crestfallen expression registered her disappointment.
“Guess
we’d better get out then.” The Bard sounded defeated as she floated toward the
edge of the tub.
“C’mon,
Gabrielle,” Xena thought, “you’re more creative than that. I know you.”
Suddenly,
a lascivious grin lit the blonde’s scrubbed, pink-cheeked face. She turned back toward Xena.
“I
bet they never did this when they gave you those special massages.”
With
that, she stood on tiptoe and floated up the length of the Warrior’s body until
they faced each other eye-to-eye.
Then,
Gabrielle did something wonderfully unexpected.
Reverently,
she kissed Xena on her forehead and again on the tip of her perfect nose.
The
Warrior gaped in surprise, forced to agree.
Not even her most fantastic rubdowns had started this way.
They
left the bath. Together.
End.