Sapphic Voices Fan Fiction

How Did I Get So Lucky?

Disclaimers: The characters of Xena and Gabrielle are the property of MCA/Universal and no copyright infringement is intended. This Story has no social value whatsoever and is basically very plotless.

Warning: This Story depicts two Women enjoying a romantic relationship which is sexual in nature. If this is something that offends you, please read no further. This Story is rated 'Adults Only' for its sexual content.

Gabrielle's thoughts:

You don't know what you do to me, my warrior princess. As I lay here relaxing and pretending to write in my scrolls, I study you. I watch you in the firelight as you sharpen your sword and meticulously clean your armor. You are so beautiful. The muscles ripple underneath your soft, smooth skin as you work, polishing your weapons. As many times as I've seen you perform these simple tasks, I never tire of watching you. You look up and catch me staring at you. You smile a crooked grin, eyes sparkling, and continue your cleaning and polishing. Gods, Xena, you take my breath away. Finished, you lay your weapons and armor aside. You look at me, and our eyes lock. The look I see reflected back at me is my own smoldering desire, matched equally by yours. My body involuntarily trembles as I watch you gracefully rise and walk towards me. Dressed only in your light cotton shift, you kneel down in front of me. A smile plays on your lips as you gently take my scrolls from my hands and toss them aside. Your presence this near to me causes my breath to catch in my throat. Your eyes twinkle as you hear my intake of air. And as you brush your lips against mine, I wonder to myself, how did I get so lucky?

Xena's thoughts:

Her fingers fill me. Her lips burn on my skin. We move together as one. Our dance of love. Each time is new as if we've never done this before. But we have. Many times. How is it possible that each time is like the first? I feel her deep inside me, touching me like no one else ever has, or ever could. I swear our hearts are in rhythm together, beating as one. Faster, her hand moves within me, and then it slows. She is toying with me, I know. Our eyes lock. Her green eyes bore into me, pushing me to greater heights. I feel I must surely burst with my love for this woman. She thrusts deep, my eyes shut involuntarily and sounds of pure pleasure escape my lips. She moans with me, excited by my sounds of arousal for which she is responsible. My breathing increases. Her face rests on my abdomen, her lips lightly touching my skin. She is penetrating me harder now, with strong, forceful strokes, matching the movements of my hips. She whispers my name and runs her tongue across my stomach. My entire body trembles under her touch. My fingers are tangled in her honey blond hair as I gently push her mouth downward. She responds eagerly and moves her body to lay in between my outstretched legs, her hand never leaving my sex. My breath is ragged now, and I strain to get air in my lungs. I open my eyes to watch her slowly descend to where I want her the most. Her fingers have all but stopped inside me. I am mesmerized by her eyes locked with mine, filled with a hunger for me. How did I get so lucky? Any other thought I might have had was lost as she latched onto my clit with her mouth and simultaneously thrust her fingers deep inside me. I thought I might very well pass out from pure ecstasy. My head flies back and my body moves with abandon. Her lips and tongue are everywhere, taking me higher and higher. At first she sucks and licks gently, then her tongue become more insistent, pushing down on my clit, then sucking it, while her fingers slip back and forth through my opening. I am moaning continually now, reveling in the intense pleasure I am receiving from my lovely bard. My hands press her head down harder and she readily complies by sucking me for all she is worth--and me too, for that matter. My juices are flowing freely around her hand and on her face. The lapping and sucking noises she is making are driving me wild. She knows I am close. She redoubles her efforts and with one last flick of her tongue timed perfectly with a deep thrust of her hand, I come. I scream wildly and hold her to me with my thighs as my hips buck off of the ground in wave after wave of pleasure. She is there with me, riding my orgasm, stretching it out and holding onto me to catch every drop of sweet fluid that is pouring out of me. I fall to the ground, exhausted. With her beautiful green eyes sparkling, she climbs up my body to lay full on top of me. With my breathing returning to normal, I lean up to kiss her. I taste myself on her mouth, which ignites my passion all over again. I hungrily lick and suck my own juices from her lips, cheeks, and chin. She returns my fevered kisses and enters my mouth with her tongue, consuming me. My loins are once again on fire for this woman. My hands roam her body, I ache to give her the joy and release she has given me. I twist our bodies so that I am stretched out on top of her. I claim her mouth with my own. She whimpers beneath me, which drives me on. I break the searing kiss and move my lips over to her ear. I know what pleases her, what words to say. I know how her body will respond to my slightest whisper. I tell her I love her, which elicits a delightful moan. My breath tickles her ear, making her squirm under my weight. As I lick her earlobe, I tell her I want her--that I need her--that I will have her. This verbal assault is making her crazy with burning desire. Her body is writhing now, and I love it. I ask her if she wants me to fuck her, and she gasps. She seeks out my neck and bites me. It is my turn to gasp. I nip on her earlobe and ask her if she wants me. If she wants me to fuck her. Her chest is heaving, struggling for air. She pants a throaty "Oh, yes" and adds almost in a whisper, "Please". My lips find her neck and I place urgent kisses down towards her wonderful breasts. I tease her by circling my tongue around her erect nipple, but she is in no mood for teasing. She roughly pushes my mouth down onto her waiting nipple. I suck on it hard. She groans loudly, firmly holding my head in place. I am excited by her roughness and urgency. She squeals with pleasure. I move to her other breast giving it the same attention as I gave the other one. My mouth is demanding, and she arches her chest, pressing herself against me. My hands roam her body, feverishly seeking all of her. It feels as if lightening is traveling through our bodies, burning us. My hand finds her center. I touch incredible wetness. We both shudder at the contact. Her hips push into my hand as my fingers slide deeply within her. She moans loudly as I move up to capture the sound with my mouth. The kiss is frantic, my hand is pumping wildly. and my thumb moves to stroke her swollen clit. I lean into her ear again and whisper words of love. I ask her if she likes how I feel inside her, if she likes what I do to her, if she likes it when I make her come. She screams out my name as my words and my hand push her over the edge. I quickly move down to lap up her sweet juices and quickly send her over again. And again. I move up to lie next to her and hold her close to me, until she slowly stops quivering. As we drift off to sleep, I ask myself again, how did I get so lucky?

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