Wet Skin
Character Disclaimer: Xena, Gabrielle, and Argo are the property of MCA, Renaissance Pictures, et al. I borrowed the characters, then returned them unharmed and none the worse for wear. This story is not intended to infringe upon any copyrights. It is strictly for amusement and not for profit.
Violence Warning: None, simply romantic fluff.
Subtext Warning: The following story contains a love/sexual relationship 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, read no further.
Acknowledgements: I would like to thank the women who have contributed to the production of my first piece of fan fiction. Without them none of this could have been possible. Thank you…to nadaone for throwing the gauntlet at my feet…to my muses Jennifer and Thumbs…to wolfmoon, Georgia, and nadaone for your endless patience and technical support…to archaeobard for beta-ing my piece…and to Kodi for all your many skills, I love you.
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Xena woke with a start. Her eyes flew open as her heart pounded in her chest. In the early light of dawn, she could see that Gabrielle was still sound asleep. As usual, an arm and a leg were draped across her body.
'It was only a dream,' she told herself, 'but it felt so real, so intense.'
Her senses were still reeling. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself.
The emotion and desire evoked by the dream was so overwhelming that Xena whispered softly into the top of blonde hair, "With your body, I feel your presence in my sleep. Your sensuality touches my very soul, renders me completely helpless. On my knees, I beg for just the touch of your hand."
It amazed her just how little it took to ignite her passion for Gabrielle; a look, a touch, a kiss, or even a dream. A dream that was so sensual it had Xena completely aroused, so much so, that she thought of taking Gabrielle right then and there.
The warrior took another deep breath, breathing in the sweet smell of the bard. She placed tender kisses on Gabrielle's forehead and gently stroked her back. Even in her sleep the bard's body responded to Xena's touch.
With a low moan, Gabrielle's hips rocked forward and she moved her knee, causing Xena to grimace and inhale sharply. Gabrielle's knee had landed on her stomach, changing Xena's priorities immediately. She removed herself slowly, careful not to wake her sleeping bard, and headed to the woods, not even stopping to look for her shift.
Gabrielle stirred from her slumber to the chatter of birds. She could feel the crisp air on her face and had awoken more from the lack of Xena's familiar warmth than the typical sounds of the spring morning.
Opening her sleepy eyes, she wondered where the warrior had gone. She looked around their camp and noticed the fire slowly smoldering.
'Is Xena checking on Argo or getting more wood for the fire?' Gabrielle wondered.
She rolled onto her stomach and leaned up on both elbows, as she continued to survey the camp.
'Well, she couldn't have gone too far; her sword and chakram are still here.'
Another look around and Gabrielle swallowed hard.
'Oh sweet Aphrodite, she's naked. Her leathers and shift are right where we dropped them last night.'
With no warrior to be found, Gabrielle rested her head on her hands, catching sight of the lake and the rising mist. The bard was glad that Xena had agreed to stop and camp there for the night.
They had set up in a clearing beside the lake. There were trees all around, so it was nice, quiet, and very secluded. Nice and quiet were not words most people normally used to describe the Warrior Princess; anyone but Gabrielle, that is. As the bard lay musing, she realized that no matter where her thoughts wandered, they always returned full-circle to Xena.
Just last night, after they had set up camp, Gabrielle had gone in search of firewood. As she'd walked back with the second bundle, she'd noticed the sky. The sun had long ago started its descent and the clouds were ablaze. Gabrielle had been unable to help herself; she'd sat down on the shore to watch, awed by the fire in the sky.
Then Xena had returned to camp from settling Argo for the night. She'd observed Gabrielle sitting by the lake. The warrior was usually too preoccupied to appreciate the beauty of sunsets, or nature at all for that matter. However, she never failed to appreciate the natural beauty of Gabrielle. So it wasn't the sky that had really caught Xena's attention last night, as much as it was the way the light had danced off Gabrielle's hair and touched her skin. It had warmed her heart and filled her with the desire to share this moment with the bard.
So the warrior had sat down close behind the younger woman, putting her arms lovingly around Gabrielle's shoulders. Gabrielle had smiled at Xena's touch, placed a warm kiss on her lover's arms, and relaxed into the embrace. They'd sat in silence and watched the brilliant colors fade to pastels. Then Xena had seen something out of the corner of her eye and had softly whispered into her lover's ear, "Gabrielle."
The bard had turned her head in the direction of Xena's voice and had been thrilled to see the thin sliver of a crescent moon rising above the trees.
"Oh Xena, there's our moon," she'd lovingly replied.
"Umm hmm," Xena had tenderly responded as she'd tightened the embrace around her bard.
For almost a candle mark they'd watched and listened to the haunting cries of the loons and the rhythm of the waves as they'd washed over the sand.
As Gabrielle lay there remembering the night before, the morning sky began to lighten. Soft pink clouds reflected across ripples on the lake. Just then, Xena stepped out of the trees and walked slowly into the water. Gabrielle covertly watched her love wade out, bend down, and splash water on her sculptured body. A silhouette against the sun's now golden reflection, Xena turned ever so slightly as a gentle breeze swept through, causing her long raven hair to caress her shoulders.
As Gabrielle's eyes moved further down her lover's body, she noticed one of the warrior's breasts. Seeing the erect nipple, the bard took in a ragged breath and let out a heavy sigh. She loved watching her warrior, no matter what she was doing. She loved to watch those muscles at work. To Gabrielle, even the simplest of movements could be so sensual. A mug of port being raised to Xena's lips could cause liquid heat to run through her body, leaving her wanting.
Xena waded out a little further before suddenly diving into the water, leaving Gabrielle's eyes starving. Gone was the object on which they had been feasting. Gone was the object of her desire.
Gabrielle sat up, drawing the fur close to her naked body as she watched the surface of the water. Finally Xena appeared in the center of the lake. Gabrielle, wanting to be closer, made her way down to the shore. The delicate scent of musk filled her nostrils.
'By the Gods, I do love the smell of her.' Gabrielle brought a hand up to her nose and savored the sweet scent of the woman she loved. 'I am marked, like a feral animal marks its territory. I'm Xena's...her scent upon my skin,' Gabrielle thought, smiling.
She remembered the events of last evening.
'I love to touch her. The feel of her body in my hands, oh those well defined muscles, strong yet so smooth, supple to the touch. To feel Xena's sex is Elysia. To slide my hand into her wetness and have my fingers enveloped by soft, luxurious suede. Oh, and the knowledge that it is only for me is utterly intoxicating in itself. The more I touch her the more I want,' she thought. 'I will never get enough of this woman.'
By now, the sun had come up enough to burn off the mist. As Gabrielle sat waiting, still wrapped in the fur, Xena swam underwater heading towards the shore. In one swift movement, her entire upper body burst through the surface of the water. She slung her head backwards, clearing her face of the mass of dark hair, as she took a deep breath of air.
Gabrielle felt her breath leave her body at the sight and she gasped for air, as if she'd been the one underwater."By the gods," Gabrielle whispered at the vision before her.
Finding her footing, Xena stood in thigh deep water. Opening her eyes, she was startled to find Gabrielle so near, awake, and also breathing hard. With a raised eyebrow, Xena looked at the bard. She smiled to herself at the desire she found in those emerald eyes and at the way those eyes roamed over her flesh. Not at all surprised by Gabrielle's desire for her, the morning swim had done nothing to cool her own desire for the bard.
Xena steadily made her way out of the lake and stepped onto the sandy shore. As sunlight hit the water cascading down Xena's body, the bard's mind began to race. Watching one glistening droplet make its way down the warrior's bronzed frame, words flooded Gabrielle's mind.
'I love wet skin, the feel of it, how my fingers glide. I love wet skin, the taste of it, the smell of it. I love wet skin, how water rolls seductively down. I'd love to be a droplet sliding down your body. Rolling down your forehead, leaving tender kisses in my wake, down your nose, over your lips, your chin, down your throat, to a breast, lingering on the nipple, over the edge, on to your stomach, on to your mound, into your hair, sliding into the middle, getting you wet, down the inside of your thigh, your calf, and off your foot. Ooooh how I love wet skin.'
Xena stood with her hands on her hips, a towering presence before Gabrielle. Arching an eyebrow at the expression on the bard's face, she tried hard not to smile.
Seeing that Gabrielle was deep in thought, the warrior finally spoke.
"Okay, Gabrielle, out with it! I know you're cooking up something in that pretty little head of yours. So tell me."
Gabrielle closed her eyes, took a breath, and shook her head at the beautiful dripping image before her. Opening her eyes, she finally made eye contact with Xena.
"Well, if you must know, I was simply a water droplet sliding down that wet skin of yours."
"Oh you were, were you?" Xena teased.
Xena knelt down in front of the bard, took the fur from Gabrielle's hand, and threw it back on the ground behind her. Xena leaned forward into the naked bard. Her closeness forced Gabrielle to lay back on the fur.
On all fours, Xena completely straddled her lover. She was careful not to touch, wanting the only sensation to be the drops of water falling onto the bard's waiting skin. Never losing eye contact, Xena slowly lowered herself, closing the distance between them.
Gabrielle shuddered at the coolness of Xena's skin as it touched her warm flesh. Feeling her passion rise, Xena rolled over onto her back, pulling Gabrielle on top of her. As the bard settled into the warrior, Xena took her lover's face in her hands and whispered a seductive command.
"Okay droplet, start sliding."
The Alpha and the Omega.