...Xena sits on the soft, intricatly woven rug that covers most of the floor of the large room. Sunlight pierces the expanse of space through several small windows in the high vaulted ceiling. She is visiting the family home of her close friend Charis on the island of Ikaria. The young Priestess is home alone. Her parents and sister are gone for the next several days to attend the yearly festival of Pax in a neiboring village. The room is lit and heated by a raging fire. The elaborate stone fireplace is the obvious focal point of the room and the place where Xena has nade herself quite comfortable. "So Charis, how long will your family be gone?" asks the dark warrior. "At least a couple of days, they always make a trip of it" she quickly answers. "Really?" Xena quips as she begins taking off her heavy bronze armour. "That's good. We'll have plenty of time to get, reaquainted then, won't we." "Yes, we will." Charis agrees, with a glancing smile. There is a definate pause in the room. A deafening silence over takes them. "Well, come here Priestess, and if you wanted to, you could bring that sweet red wine I see sitting over there." A grin crosses Xena's reddened lips as she motions for her friend to come over to her. "That's right, you do love a good, sweet wine. This is some of the finest in Greece". As the youngster speaks, she sits down beside her friend and continues. "It's so nice to, see, you again, it's been so long". "Too long" adds the warrior. As Charis sits down, and puts the wine and two silver goblets down before them, before Charis can speak, Xena reaches over and pulls her into her, their lips lock in a passionate kiss.
"Oh Xena, I've missed you and those lips so much." "Well, then, maybe you need some more of them." She again guides her face to her waiting lips, this time laying her hand gently on Charis' firm breast, causing her nipple to harden instantly beneath her strong hand. A sigh escapes Charis' open mouth as she leaves herself open for her warriors' advances. Soon, the wine is gone. Both now quite giddy, and maybe even drunk. Charis gets up to find more libations for their consumption. The great warrior almost unconciously tugs at her leathers, and plays with her deadly chakram, running her fingers alongs it's sharp edge as she mimics this action with her tonge along her moist lips. She watches the young priestess as she briskly moves about the room looking the special wine her mother is always talking about getting out for that special occasion. The young, green-eyed beauty is dressed in a pale an off-white linen chamise, tied with a long gold cord in a classic Greek style. Xena watches her lover with an almost ravinous intensity. "Charis" slips softly from Xenas' lips. "Hurry up, I'm getting so hot." Charis turns to look glassy eyed at her dark mistress; "I'm trying. I swear Mother hides that stuff..." Xena sensually takes her fingers, slides them under the edge of her leather bodice, and says, "I can't wait any longer my sweet priestess." Charis' eyes widen, she stops her search, and moves back towards the warrior seated before the now waning fire. Xena slips her bodice down off her full breasts, and exposes her dark hard nipples, "Now you show me yours" Charis drops silently to her knees before the smoldering blue eyed goddess slowly sliding her chamise off her pale shoulders...
"Now You Show Me Yours"
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