I just so happened to be reading one of those bad stories, when I stopped halfway through it and said to myself, Hey, I can write Xena and Gabrielle better than half of these people , and the rest is history. Xena smiled, "Don't worry about me. Thunderclaps echoed overhead, but Gabrielle was unaffected by the foreboding sound; she didn't so much as flinch. As she struggles to stay alive and to get back to her old life, she must once again win the love and trust of a young Xena, who believes her Way is the path of violence and power. I need to tend your wounds. Some villagers gathered together exchanging puzzled looks and whispers; others stood motionless; but they all watched the wild-eyed stranger's frenetic rampage.
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She redressed the wound on Gabrielle's arm and tied the ends of the cloth into a loose knot. She lifted her hand to admire her bracelet. All I need is to be with you. Gabrielle leaned back into her lover. It helps if you've read some erotic Xena stories beforehand, as that really sets the mood.
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When she was within yards of the table, Xena fell hard to the ground from the jarring impact of a boot in the small of her back. Xena lifted her hands and started to remove her armor. Her spur-of-the-moment decision turns out to be a date with destiny -- in the form of a gritty inn worker determined to do whatever it takes to support her child. The only difference in my story was that Dahak was exposed earlier than he expected, and so he did not have all his fancy powers to use against Xena and Gabrielle. When the bard didn't immediately answer, the warrior pivoted sharply, slipping long fingered hands into thick, red-blond hair. They were content just to be together, holding each other and allowing touch to fill their needs. Xena tucked a finger under the smaller woman's chin, drawing her head up.
Xena watched the lambent flames of the fireplace candles, and the dancing shadows they produced. Water dribbled down her chin and onto her neck as she drank. An innkeeper's dream, a Xena-tizer. With their help, it became a box of birds. It unites us as one; it's an expression of our love and commitment to each other. Her eyes lifted to Xena where she sat on the other side of the fire, her sword angled across her lap.