Sapphic Voices Fan Fiction

Souls On Fire

The Cover My Ass Disclaimer: This Story is completely fiction, I made it up. All characters are fiction, some are mine and some I borrowed from MCA/Universal and Rennaissance Pictures. I'm not out to make a profit, just have a little fun. Thank you, my muse. I love you.

She looked down at the woman so warm. The night had turned chilly. She pulled up the rough blankets which covered them both....and snuggled in.

There were no stars out tonight.

The wind whipped the hair on the top of their heads. Instinctively pulling the blanket up further, Xena tried to keep them both warm. But the little glowing ember pressed against her front was awake and chilled.

"Xena, it's getting colder," said Gabrielle, sleepily cuddling in closer to the Warrior at her back.

"I know, should I put more logs on the fire?" asked the larger woman. She wasn't sure if she could even find any more dry firewood. It had been a struggle to get even the small fire going earlier. "No, no, don't leave me." Gabrielle whispered. "Find another way to keep us warm."

Xena nuzzled her face into the back of the honey blonde's hair and brought her arms to circle her lover's waist. "This better?" she breathed.

"Mmmmm" was the only answer.

They lay motionless for a while, but the icy wind didn't stop. The cold grew incessant. Xena got up and tried to rekindle the fire, but the wood they had gathered earlier was damp and useless. She gave up in frustration and numbness.

She laid back down under the blankets, chilled to the bone. Afraid to snuggle in, she didn't want the Bard to have to endure her cold body.

"I'm really getting cold," complained Gabrielle, "This isn't fun Xena."

"Yeah, this is getting to be a bit much." agreed Xena, as Gabrielle thankfully snuggled up to the Warrior again looking for warmth.

It was getting cold enough to be dangerous. Shelter was a day's ride. The tree branches too far up to cut for a wind break. No caves, no nothing. This was not a situation the Warrior would normally let herself fall into. She would have to use her instinct and whatever else she could call on to get them through this night.

Xena moved the hair away from the back of Gabrielle's neck and and began to kiss her. Slowly. Softly. It sent warm shivers down Gabrielle's spine. As Gabrielle's low vibrating moans started to escape from deep inside of her, Xena also began to feel warm shivers up and down her own long body.

Xena slowly circled the small neck with kisses as the Bard twisted to face her, carefully keeping the blankets in place. "It's sooo cold," whimpered the small one as she pulled the blankets over their heads.

"Not for long," smiled the Warrior. Her warm lips sought those of her lover who had now began to shiver uncontrollably. "Maybe I should have sprung for a warm bed at an inn," she mused.

"Don't tell me my Warrior made a mistake." the Bard smiled, trying to lighten the moment. She was afraid. Xena could sense the distress in the young woman's voice.

Lips met, melting into softness and hunger. The two, cold and shivering, knew the only warmth resided in the other as each sucked the heat from the others' hot mouth. Sliding and slipping and searching, their lips became inflamed and red. The humid air of their breath filled the small tent made of blankets. Its moist warmth a small comfort. The wind howled outside.

Whipped by the wind, snow began to fall. The top blanket became quickly crusted in frosty hard ice. But that was outside...

Underneath, they pulled closer, if that was possible. Perhaps not in body, but in spirit. Each sought the warmth of the other...holding, breathing heavily. Running their hands over each others body, using friction, slowly writhing together like two sticks of firewood. Trying to light a deeper, hotter flame.

Deeper and deeper into the moment. Transporting themselves by instinct into each other.....and out of the freezing moment.

And then it happened, as if by magic.

Xena let go...let go of the cold...let go of the wind...let go of the snow and poured her soul into the woman beneath her. A quick gasp from Gabrielle and the Warrior knew she had taken the little one with her into the warmth.

A glow began. The icy crust on the outside blanket dissolved into blue steam and was whisked away in the breeze. Each snow flake that hit the woolen cover swiftly melted and evaporated.

They were no longer in the icy forest.

Xena's mentor, Lao Ma, had taught her of this place...where there was nothing. No fear of the cold. No hate of the cold. No will....no will to try to stop the cold. In accepting the cold, she allowed in the hot sweat. It drenched the woman beneath her. It drenched them both.

Xena had emptied her mind. Her inner warmth began at her center core and spread outward. She could feel her red blood as it traveled through each vein, as it streamed and branched out to her arms and legs to the very tips of her fingers and toes.

Her mouth was a volcano, spewing hot, gushing kisses all over her lover's face. Her hands were flowing lava, spreading down Gabrielle's shoulders, down her sides, to the small hips, leaving warm trails in their wake. She grasped the younger woman's cold buttocks and kneaded them into warm cushions.

Gabrielle did not know or care how Xena had taken them to this place. Her total reliance and trust in Xena's ability to take her away from the cold was complete. She relaxed and molded her body into Xena's fire. Gabrielle did not need Lao Ma, she needed Xena.

Xena shifted lower under the covers. She sucked a hard nipple into her mouth. Gabrielle took a deep breath and forced her breast up into the Warrior's face. Xena rubbed her cheek into the softness and brought her warm hands up to fondle the soft firm breasts. Warm hands, that radiated their heat into Gabrielle's heart.

Her soft face continued down the Bard's body, softly tonguing each muscle down her belly to the triangle of soft hair. As she thickly ran her tongue into the wet crevice of Renee's sex, Lucy licked the cold away....

The trailer was cold that day, It was a damp, overcast winter down under. The two actors were between takes on a particularly grueling shooting schedule. This little distraction under the blankets eased the tension.

With the Do Not Disturb sign on the door, the girls had been rehearsing and studying their lines.......all afternoon.

Who would ever believe the crazy "fan-fiction" on the Internet anyway.

Their secret was safe.

the end

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