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The last several moons had been difficult. For the first time in their travels together, the young woman felt distanced from her friend. The warrior was unusually quiet and aloof , keeping to herself for the most part. Staring into the flames of their small fire, she thought back to the rash decision responsible for the wedge between them. It began nearly three moons ago as they lay on their backs gazing up at the stars.
She had casually turned to face Xena and in that instant everything changed. For what she saw, was not a fearsome warlord, nor a brave warrior, nor even her loyal friend, but merely a flesh and blood woman.
Xena was, in that perfect moment, attainable. With that realization, came a startling discovery. It began with a warm tingling that slowly spread throughout her body. Suddenly each of her senses seemed acutely amplified, making her keenly aware of the beautiful woman that lay beside her. Her scent hung in the air like an exotic aphrodisiac. She longed to kiss her lips and taste what lay beyond. Desire surged in her blood like a powerful drug, stripping her of doubts and inhibitions.
The woman beside her was utterly compelling. Without thought, she reached out. Completely unaware of the change her friend had undergone, the warrior turned to Gabrielle and smiled.
Her unsuspecting eyes shone with trust and caring. The bard instantly snapped out of her erotic haze. As her mind cleared, it was once again her friend and companion she saw. Her hand fell silently to the space between them, the moment lost. Gabrielle barely slept that night. Her fevered mind raced to sort out her intense emotions. Emotions, that had lain dormant until that moment, that starry night.
Up until then, love and romance had only existed for her in stories. Sex had been an abstract idea. Now everything was different. After experiencing the heat of her own desire, she could think of little else.
That singular glimpse of the woman in Xena had changed her life. Now, for the first time, she understood what she had been missing. Her body had awakened and the depth of her passion for the warrior knew no bounds. This newfound hunger gave birth to endless sexual fantasies. Gabrielle found herself spending long stretches of time wondering what Xena would be like as a lover and how her vast experience would come into play. Even the most innocent physical interactions with the warrior were unbearable.
Her pulse raced when she was near. A brief glance from her companion heated her very blood. A casual touch radiated wondrous sensations throughout her entire body. She had glimpsed Elyssia and her desire to experience it with Xena was impossible to ignore. Her body craved fulfillment. One night after the warrior had fallen asleep, she let her fantasies run rampant, allowing erotic images of the dark haired-woman to fill her mind while she pleasured her own body. Her fingers were tentative.
She hardly dared to breathe as she slipped them beneath her breeches. At first, her eyes remained anxiously fixed on Xena, afraid she would awaken. But, as her fingers slid over her heated sex, her fears only served to fuel the fantasy. Her eyes closed and in the deep recesses of her mind she envisioned the warrior catching her in the act. What Xena would do? Xena smiled and cleared her throat, fixing her gaze on the impassioned bard.
Gabrielle blushed, her hand freezing in place. Gabrielle swallowed hard as the tall woman rose from her bedroll and approached. Her body began trembling. Xena smiled in approval and knelt at her feet. Gabrielle could barely breathe as she watched the warrior grasp the bottom edge of the blanket and pull it down, slowly uncovering her. I want to see Gabrielle could not deny her.
She peered into her eyes. Her orgasm was rapidly approaching. She was nearly there. The bard looked at her desperately. The warrior smiled teasingly and shook her head. Her touch was electric. The warrior awoke, jumping out of her bedroll the instant Gabrielle called out. She stood beside her friend protectively, weapon in hand. The bard blushed as she nervously made up a story about a bad dream, then feigned sleepiness. Her fantasy had been achingly real. It was the last time she dared to masturbate in the warrior's presence.
Instead she quietly endured. Every moment with her friend became a torment. She knew what she needed to be complete and could not have it. Yet as compelling as her need was, she could not imagine expressing it to the warrior. There was no way to go back and no way to press forward. The fear of rejection held her captive. Her secrecy offered no solace. In masking her feelings from Xena, she became even more isolated. The friend she had been so completely at ease with, now made her painfully uncomfortable.
As hard as she tried she could not deny the truth that dwelled deep within her own heart. She had fallen desperately in love with the warrior. At the height of this dilemma, Perdicus came back into her life, pledging his love.
Marrying him seemed the only solution, a way to push back her feelings and distance herself from their source. And in fact, the whirlwind of wedding preparations had temporarily taken her mind off the warrior. But, her plan was doomed from the start.
Gabrielle had ignored two basic truths: After the wedding, as she watched the warrior walk from the temple and out of her life, she felt her heart break.
Barely a candlemark passed before she longed for the erotic torment she had run from. In addition, there was something much worse to contend with, something she had not foreseen. She had lost her best friend. For the first time in many seasons they were apart. Gabrielle missed her more than she could ever have imagined.