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 Conversations by Campfire Iv

Disclaimers: The characters in this fan fiction are not mine. They belong to MCA/Universal/USA Studios and about a dozen other folks who Iím sure are making tons upon tons of money Ė unfortunately I am not one of them. This little tale contains adult themes and language and involves (you guessed) a love tale of two women.

Authors Note: I loved the chemistry Gabby had with the wacko Najara. There was something more than meets the script and I thought Iíd write about it. Hope you enjoy it. Authors note: This story takes place around the Season Four episode Daughter of Palarma.

Xena looked stoic as ever has she sat running the whetstone the length of her blade - cool, calculated, even strokes moving up and down. Gabrielle never seemed to tire while watching the warrior perform her nightly ritual. Even if her sword didnít see any action, the warrior made it part of her evening routine.

The warrior looked up from her task when she heard the heavy sigh of her companion. Gabrielle casually tossed the scroll to the side, giving a yawn. She wiped her eyes as if to will herself to stay awake.

"You look tired Gabrielle," the warrior commented. "Why donít cha get some sleep?"

"I do feel a little bit worn down but itís more than that," Gabrielle answered as she rolled up the parchment.

"Whatís wrong? Still worried about the incident with your family?" Xena replied, putting aside her sharpening duty to move closer to the bard. Gabrielle loved her parents. But their less than civil response when they learned of the growing love affair between her and the warrior saddened and infuriated her all at once. The reactions she got crept into both of their thoughts from time to time. Xena never wanted to come between Gabrielle and her kin but as sure as she breathed she didnít want to part with the bard because of them.

"Actually no," Gabrielle answered breaking into Xenaís rambling thoughts, "I havenít thought about that all day."

Xena crunched her eyebrows. "Well, what is it then sweetheart? You can tell me."

Gabrielle considered the question. She closed the inkbottle and put the quill aside. "I canít seem to write Xena. I havenít ever since . . ."

The far off look in Gabrielleís eyes worried Xena. "Since when?" the warrior asked impatiently.

Gabrielle carefully packed her belongs in the saddlebag. "Since Hope," she answered in a whispered voice. She wasnít sure why but she felt ashamed by her answer.

Xena for her part felt angry - not at the bard but at the child of Dayhak. How much more conflict and pain was that Ďchildí going to inflict on the bard? She was gone - Xena was certain - but her time on earth left Gabrielle, perhaps both of them, scarred for the rest of their lives. Xena was unsure of how to reply to the confession.

"You will write again Gabrielle. I know it. With all youíve been through . . . it just takes time," Xena answered trying to comfort the bard.

"Iím not sure Xena," the bard protested softly. "The stories are there but they seem trapped - hindered in some way . . . Iím so LOST sometimes like Iím just going through the Ďmotionsí. Days pass - time moves on. But I donít feel anything changing for me."

Xena sighed the bardís name - part in frustration for being unable to help - and in anger. They had stopped Dayhakís arrive into the world . . . but at what cost? The warrior stroked the bardís smooth cheeks, struggling for a starting place.

"What can I do to help?" Xena asked.

Gabrielle grinned. Xena was so sweet, so caring. It was a side to her that not many people, if anyone, had ever truly seen. She felt proud that she could bring this wonderful side out in the warrior.

"I wish I knew," she said sincerely. Both women paused for a moment until Gabrielle cleared her throat. "I was considering perhaps traveling with you."

"Donít we already travel together?" Xena grinned.

"Yes but what I had in mind would take us far from Greece. Back at the village a man talked of India. He said itís a wonderful place to find your soul. I think thatís what I need because some days Xena . . . it feels like Iíve lost mine."

Xena thought her heart might break. "Oh Gabrielle, please donít doubt that you have a soul. You have one of the most caring, pure souls Iíve ever known."

Gabrielle chuckled at the way Xena would put her on a pedestal. "Perhaps. But all I know is that something is missing. Iím at a place in my life where I always wanted to be. Iím on the verge of being your lover. People recognize me as Ďthe warrior bardí in taverns. I have every thing I ever wanted - everything I ever dreamed of as a child - but thereís a part of me that feels so empty."

"Then India it is," Xena said without hesitation.

Gabrielle chuckled again, "Just like that - weíre off to India?"

"Why not?" Xena replied. "You want to find yourself. And if you think this will help you do that you have my full support. Youíve spent all these years following me while I searched for my place in the world. Perhaps itís time that you lead us for awhile."

Gabrielle considered what the warrior was offering and she had to smile.

"Come on," the warrior said, taking off her boots, "Letís get some rest okay?"

Gabrielle yawned her consent and once Xena was safely nuzzled in the bedrolls did she join her. Gabrielle let out a long sigh, after snuggling in next to the warrior, that didnít go unnoticed.

"Relax sweetheart," Xena coaxed the bard. "Everything will work out. Youíll see. I promise."

Gabrielle moved her head just a slight bit and kissed Xenaís collarbone affectionately. Xena released a sigh of her own as a result. One of contentment and arousal.

Soon Gabrielle felt the need to add another kiss and then another. Xena shifted herself down so she could be face to face. It seemed like hours as they silently looked into each otherís eyes although in truth it was just a matter of seconds.

"I love you so much Gabrielle," the warrior said stroking the bardís cheek. "Iíd give you the world if I could."

"All I need is you," the bard answered. "You are my world."

The admission unleashed Xenaís long held passion and she kissed the bard for all she was worth. Gabrielle returned in spirit all the desire that Xena was showing. And the way Xena was sucking her tongue as they kissed made her lightheaded. She had experienced passion with Najara but the feeling was nothing like this.

Somehow, she couldnít say exactly HOW, Gabrielle ended up straddling the warriorís waist. She leaned over Xena and the bardís long hair tickled the warriorís cleavage. Gabrielle watched the warrior lick her lips and swallow hard at the sight before her.

Xena had waited long enough.

She had waited long enough.

And with one quick tug Gabrielle pulled her tunic up and over her head.

All that remained was her bosom wrap and in a matter of moments Xena took the gift that was being offered and pulled the material down exposing the bardís full breasts. The warrior rose taking a nipple in mouth, her lips and tongue and teeth teasing it to attention. When Xena was satisfied with the reaction she went to the other, giving it the same treatment.

Gabrielleís fingers worked their way into Xenaís hair pulling her closer, fueling both their growing fires. The tugs to her nipples shot straight down to her sex and Gabrielle felt herself growing wetter by the moment. Finally she could take no more of the loving treatment. She pulled away and saw the hurt and confused look in Xenaís eyes. But soon enough Xenaís eyes lit up again as she watched Gabrielle discarding the wrap for good and going to work on her skirt. Once that task was finished, she went to her britches.

"No," Xena pleaded softly. "Leave them . . . For now."

With a coy grin, Gabrielle did as Xena requested. She watched as the warrior worked her way out of her leathers and her shift. Raising her hand, Xena brought the bard back down to the sleeping furs. Quickly Xenaís fingers slid through the sides of Gabrielleís hair, bringing her face forward for a searing kiss. Gabrielle moaned at the intensity of it.

The amazon pulled back for a moment to catch her breath. "Gods I feel like Iím on fire," she muttered before going back for another melee of kisses. Her skin tingled at every light caress that Xenaís fingertips provided. All the years of waiting and wanting and hoping were coming together in this one moment. It was overpowering. So much so that the amazon began to cry.

Xena felt the sobs against her neck that Gabrielle had be skillfully kissing just a moment before.

"Shh," the warrior said stroking her hair. "Itís alright if youíre not ready," she offered.

Gabrielle raised her head to focus on Xena, her eyes still wet with unfallen tears. Gently she stroked the warriorís face, soaking up the features sheíd pined over for so long.

"Itís okay," Xena added when Gabrielle still hadnít replied.

"Iím fine," Gabrielle answered after a few moments of silence. "Iím just a bit overwhelmed at the moment . . . I love you so much Xena . . . And the only thing that frightens me is doing something like I did in that village."

Xena distanced herself a bit from the bard, moving into a sitting position but staying connected by holding Gabrielleís hands. "What are you talking about Gabrielle? We helped two set of people come together for the first time in history. Whatís wrong with that?"

"Since you put it that wayÖ. nothing," Gabrielle answered. "But I made two set of parents compete for a childís love. I made a child chose whom she wanted to make her life with . . . it was an error in judgement that broke a lot of hearts. Canít you see? I donít want to make another error and break yours too . . . What if you decide we were better off as friends? What if I let you down again at time when you need me most?"

Xena grinned and shook her head. She pulled the bard close, kissing the top of her head affectionately. "Gabrielle," she whispered. "When you love and when you care . . . you always run the risk of getting hurt. Iím willing to take that chance because the pay-off in doing it is soooo great it outweighs everything else . . . And like I said . . . I didnít see that child choosing. I saw two nations come together with a common link. Sheíll have both parents - both nations that will love her . . . We did good sweetheart."

Gabrielle gave a small grin and nodded her head but she still didnít make eye contact with the warrior. Not until Xena hooked her chin with gentle fingertips.

"I love you Gabrielle and I have faith . . . Weíll face difficult times but weíll face them together and weíll be stronger in the end. I promise."

Xena pulled Gabrielle into another embrace and carefully escorted her to the bedrolls. "Letís just go to sleep tonight okay? Weíll let Ďnature take its courseí some other night. Youíve been through a lot lately and I donít think we should add more to it at this point."

"I donít want you to think Iím a tease," Gabrielle said sincerely.

Xena laughed out loud in response. At first the bard felt offended but had a grin soon enough upon realizing how ridiculous that statement sounded. Soon she too was chuckling. When Xena regained some composure she gave the bard a tight squeeze against her.

"Trust me," Xena replied. "You are far from a tease. A tease doesnít enjoy my kisses as much as you do . . . It will happen Gabrielle. Letís give it time."

Gabrielle sighed into the warriorís shoulder. "Thank you," she said softly.

"For what?"

"For being you."

Xena could feel the bardís smile upon her shoulder. "Thank you for loving Ďmeí," the warrior answered.

"Well you are pretty wonderful," Gabrielle said playfully poking Xena side.

"Weíll see if you still feel that way after I spend my time take notes while you kick butt," she teased.

"Youíre not really gonna hold me to that are you?" Gabrielle asked with mock concern.

"Ohhhh, you can count on it little bard. Or should I sayÖlittle warrior? After all, Iím trading my sword for a quill tomorrow."

That earned the warrior a poke to the ribs that made her chuckle.

Gabrielle chuckled as well, burying closer to the warrior. "I love you Xena."

Xena sighed in contentment. Her arousal had subsided and she was being overtaken by the glow of simply having the bard near her whispering endearments.

"I love you to Gabrielle."

Moments later both woman brought a long day to a close.

Continue to Part V