Gabrielle’s POV

I didn’t answer, just leaned on the fence and reached up and patted Argo’s neck. Then I turned around, my back to the field, and laid my arm across Xena’s thighs, my hand curving around her hip. Sometimes Xena just wanted to be alone, and sometimes I let her. Tonight I thought she needed company, so I was glad when she didn’t tense up when I touched her. Reading Xena could be like reading a horse, or a wild animal.

I got that just from seeing screencaps of Xena. Something in her expression, her eyes. She’s confrontational and yet she guards herself from other people, right? Gabrielle seems a lot more open and trusting (even when I consider X/G separately from the B/J parallels).

Xena kissed me softly, and I responded by kissing her harder, opening my mouth against hers. A second later I felt her lips open, and her tongue was touching mine. Her arms wrapped around my neck and I pulled her shirt out of the back of her jeans and ran my hands up underneath it, feeling the muscles under her skin. I slid my hand around and closed it gently on her breast, her nipple hard against my palm.

Xena’s hand was under my shirt, and she slipped it flat against my stomach and down inside my jeans. She curled her fingers against me in the tight space between my skin and the rough denim, and I arched into her touch when she slid inside to where I was wet and slippery. I brought my arms up around her neck and just stood there rocking against her hand, feeling her fingers moving inside me.

This is hot. It evokes similar emotions to the ones running through the B/J sex scene, even though the two don’t have a whole lot of the physical aspects in common (for obvious reasons).

She was holding and kissing me tenderly, on my hair and then my mouth when I lifted my face to hers, still holding onto her neck. My heart finally stopped hammering and I let my hands slip to her shoulders, and she touched her forehead to mine, and smiled softly into my eyes.

I’d guess that even though Xena is the one guiding Gabrielle, Xena still draws a lot of strength from her. Gabrielle keeps her in balance, perhaps?

I knelt in front of her, opening her jeans and pulling them down a little. Xena was leaning against the fence, her hands braced on either side of her, and I spread her lips with my fingers and pressed my face into her, breathing her scent and her warmth into me.

First thought: “Guh.”
Second thought: “Fence splinters/friction = oww.” :-P

I let the fingers of one hand slide back, and used my other hand to pull her jeans down further so she could spread her thighs a little more. I pressed two fingers into her as deep as they would go, the side of my hand lying against her wet skin. I licked at her clitoris, my tongue as soft as I could make it, my fingers moving inside her.

Umm, uhh...yeah.

I flattened out my tongue and massaged her with it, and one of her hands came off the fence and gripped my hair for a second before she rested it on the back of my neck. I felt her vagina clenching and releasing on my fingers, and I curled them so they were pressing upward. She groaned.

Asfjdkhsf….

I pointed my tongue and flicked her clitoris with it, and pressed hard and up with my fingers and hand at the same time, and she shuddered and I felt her coming, her vagina softening and opening around my hand and the skin under my tongue getting smooth and firm.

She was trying to get her breath, and I stood up, and she kissed me, nuzzling my face and tasting herself on me, and I held onto her, feeling a little bit shaky. I stood there with Xena’s arms around me, leaning into her, listening to the night sounds all around us.

ded now kthx.