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After the Quest	By : Ellixer Category: S through Z > Xena Views: 4860 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-After the Quest
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It feels as if we are best friends again, but still that is all we are. I’m unsure if I’m happy about this or not. Of course I want more, but I also don’t want to be used. Part of me is still angry, but most of me knows that Xena is not a conventional person, has not lived the same life I have. We see things differently, and I suppose that’s why we get along, and of course why we fight.
Xena also isn’t one for sentimentality. She only says what she needs to, when she needs to. No flowery declarations of love will ever leave her lips, but I know when she says she loves me, she means it. I’ve put the whole Ulysses thing behind me. In the end she is still here with me, and that’s what counts.
‘I’ve got a surprise for you.’ Xena looks at me with a huge smile. Xena surprises can be bad. I finish brushing Argo, following the excited woman through the town. We enter a tavern and I begin to think the surprise is some food that may or may not be edible. These places can be dodgy. Xena walks on past all the tables, heading towards the stairs. I’m beginning to get excited. I’ve been begging her to stay at an Inn at least once. The ground is no replacement for a real bed. She grabs my hand pulling me to the last door in the hallway. Winking at me, she opens the door letting me through first.
‘Can I say yay.’ I clap my hands together excitedly. The room is huge and surprisingly warm. Then I notice there is only one bed, my excitement begins to wane. Well maybe it’s all they had left. Hmm.
‘Best room.’ Xena shrugs. I grin at her as I jump onto the bed landing on my back.
‘Oh. My. God’s.’ So much better than the ground. Smells a little bit better too.
‘Come on let’s go get something to eat.’ She nods her head towards the door. Reluctantly I leave my new definition of heaven that is the bed. ‘Don’t worry, it’ll be here when you get back.’ She smirks at me making her way towards the dining hall.
We sit at a communal table and receive a plate of food. I suppose it’s whatever they have for the day, but I’m not sure exactly what it is. Xena however has no qualms and starts to shovel the food into her mouth as if she hasn’t eaten in years. She stops mid shovel, when she notices I’m staring.
‘What?’ Food falls out of her mouth. Sometimes I’m not sure she’s female.
‘Nothing.’ I look back down at my plate, using my fork to prod its contents around. Xena goes back to inhaling her food. Tentatively I take a bite, finding to my surprise that it’s actually good, but I still have no idea what it is. As the night goes on the supply of Meade seems unending. We sit, as old friends do, talking about anything that comes to mind. I mostly make fun of the men that surround us. There never seems to be a clean person in these places.
At some point we make our way upstairs, the revelry still in full swing below us. I don’t even want to take my clothes off, I just want to lay back on the bed. So I do. I can hear Xena chuckle at me from across the room. She is removing her various bits of armor and weapons. Propping up on my elbows I watch.
It’s not meant to be, but it looks completely sensual. She removes each piece in a slow, delicate fashion. I know she is only inspecting every piece for wear, but…….. God’s it’s taking my breath away. My heart is beating slightly faster, my breathing becoming shallow.
I know Xena can notice the change in me without looking up. Her hands pause a moment on her breastplate, then continue as if she hasn’t noticed a thing. I know she has. Pushing myself up into a sitting position, I continue to watch her every movement. Don’t ask me why I’m so captivated by this, I’ve seen her do it a million times. For some reason though, I’m looking at her as I would a lover. Maybe I’ve had too much Meade.
Xena is beginning to tease me. Her fingers are moving with more intention then just to remove her clothes. They linger and grace each place something is removed. My mouth is starting to go dry. Maybe this was not the only room left, maybe she did this on purpose. Hmmmm. I’m not sure I care. Slowly I make my way to the edge of the bed. I want to go over and touch her, but I don’t know what I should be doing. I’m not that experienced in this kind of thing.
The butterflies explode in my stomach. I’m a little afraid of her intentions and not knowing how to respond to them. All she has left on is her boots and a chemise. She is still very much covered but my eyes are beginning to wander over the curves she’s exposed. Xena turns to fully face me. My breath catches as her eyes gleam at me. The look she wears is one of lust and passion. I think I know where she’s going with this.
In a few steps she’s standing inches from me. I stand, not sure what to say or do as her fingers graze my cheek. This is too intense. Her eyes look down at me; she’s asking for permission without having to speak. My nod is barely noticeable and she hesitates another moment, her fingers trailing down my neck. I’m not breathing.
Grabbing my shoulders, she makes me turn slowly so my back is to her. I think I might pass out, I have no idea what’s about to happen. Her hands move to my hips and she pulls me against her. The warmth she radiates is intoxicating. Wet lips touch my neck, a hand travels across my abdomen, I begin to shiver. My eyes close of their own accord, I can’t control anything I do from this point on.
Both of her hands move up my stomach, stopping just below my breasts, which unfortunately are still covered. In seconds though the lace is undone, my top falling open. Her hands feel cold against my skin, goose bumps shoot across my body as they move. Slowly she engulfs each breast with a hand. The air leaves my lungs for a moment, then rushes back in gasps. This is already so different from anything I know. I was never aware that a touch could feel this good. I’m melting in her hands.
Her lips play with the skin on my neck. Right about now is when I’m glad she is more experienced than I am. Does it always feel like this, or is it just a one time thing? I’m trying to stop thinking, I just want to feel. Her fingers play with my nipples causing little bolts of energy to shoot through my body and I can’t help squirming in her hands. I reach back, my fingers clasping in her hair. Desperately I want her lips on mine.
She complies without hesitation. Her lips engulf mine, tongue sweeping across my mouth. I let a groan out that I’ve been trying to hold. The feeling of her hand traveling down my stomach and under the hem of my skirt is the only thing that manages to break me from her kiss. I look down in anticipation of what she’s going to do next.
Shock courses through my veins when her fingers reach all the way down. My body is moving against her hand without me even realizing. She’s hesitant and careful, afraid of hurting me somehow. I can feel her fingers move inside me, a slow rhythm established. My eyes squeeze shut and I’m left gasping.
Her pace speeds up, she can tell I’m so very close. The noises I begin to emit only seems to encourage her. The pace comes harder and faster, and I know I’m about to die. I can feel this explosion coursing its way through my body. I think I yell. My body spasms against her, my eyes squeezed closed. It takes a few minutes for all of it to subside, and we are still standing with our bodies pressed together. I want to make her feel the same way I do.
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