Home is Where the Bard Is--Xena's Scroll
The two fingers I sucked into my mouth were sticky with my own juices, and I groaned with pleasure, loving that taste second only to Gabrielle’s. I tugged hard at her fingers with my mouth, creating a very strong suction, and then released them, only to poke my tongue out at the place where her fingers met her hand. With her digits held together, it was amazing how much like her vaginal opening it felt. Her vaginal opening flavored with my juices. Gods, just like that, I was aroused again, and wanting to make love to Gabrielle some more.
She was so sleepy though. I could see in her eyes that she needed some sleep before we could continue our lovemaking. She slowly crept her way up my body, and hovered over me long enough to give me a tender kiss and a smile, then dropped face first into the pillow. I laughed, and pulled her half on her side so I could nest my body behind hers. The storming had stopped a while ago, and now the tapping of the remaining rain lulled me to sleep.
When I awoke the next morning, Gabrielle was still sleeping soundly. There was a beam of bright sunshine shining through my eastern window, telling me the rain had ended during the night. I still had my arms and legs wrapped around Gabrielle, and was loathe to move. Nothing in the world felt as good as the curves of her body nestled snugly into mine.
I blew softly into her ear, figuring that would wake her if she was ready to get up. She waved her hand by her face, as if she were swatting away an insect. I blew again, this time a little harder. She pulled the covers up to protect her ear.
I smiled at her ingenuity, as my disturbance didn’t seem to be riling her from her sound sleep in the least. I decided I might as well let her sleep in, and rolled out of my side of the bed.
“Xena…” I heard he sleepy voice when I was pulling on my boots. I was sitting in the chair facing her.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“My butt’s cold,” she protested with a half grin. “Why don’t you get back in bed and warm it up again?”
I shook my head at her. “Your butt is not cold,” I told her. “It’s a warm day out there, and I happen to know that your ass is one of the hottest parts of your body.”
She giggled at me, and held her arms out when I approached the bed, kneeling beside it. “It was worth a shot,” she told me, before pressing her sweet lips to mine.
The kiss lingered for a while, but finally, we pulled back. “Why are you up so early?” she asked me then. “You’re supposed to be taking it easy.”
“I noticed last night that mom’s ceiling was leaking,” I replied. “I thought I’d tackle it before it gets too hot. That pitch on the roof gets too hot and sticky to work with in the midday sun.”
“Do you want some help?” she asked with that squinty eyed look that told me she was praying I’d say no.
“Nah, I can handle it,” I answered, trying not to grin too much at the expression of relief on her face. I picked up the pouch that housed our money. “I’m going to run down to Freners’s store and buy some materials,” I told her, standing up. “I’ll meet you downstairs for breakfast, if you want.”
She stretched a bit, and I felt a surge of arousal when one of her nipples abruptly poked out above the covers. “Put that away,” I told her, sternly wagging my finger at her. “It could get you in trouble.”
Giggling at me again, she dutifully pulled the covers up over her pink flesh. I bent over and gave her one more quick kiss. “I’ll see you downstairs in a little while.”
During breakfast, Gabrielle and learned there was a couple with four children who had been really disappointed they couldn’t hear Gabrielle telling stories last night. The kids ranged in age from six to twelve, and all four had the chicken pox. Gabrielle told Mom and me that she had the chicken pox when she was four, and since she wasn’t in any danger of getting them again, she wanted to go visit the family and give them a private performance. It was typical of my fair-haired bard, to give up her morning to make a few scratchy kids happy.
The roof was in bad shape, and the more I patched, the more weak spots I saw. By noon, I had finished a little over half the patching, but just as I had told Gabrielle, the roof became too soft and sticky to work with. I’d have to wait until the sun began to go down before trying to finish. I made my way to the edge of the roof, intending to drop on the edge to land on the balcony outside my room. I paused though, when I saw Gabrielle approaching the inn from the east. I decided to stir up a little trouble.
I quickly laid out the cloth I had been sitting on so I wouldn’t stick to the roof, and laid down flat on it. Then I opened my waterskin and squirted it right at her.
She stopped almost immediately, holding out her hand and looking up. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. I saw her shrug, then continue on.
I splashed her again.
This time she looked straight up at the roof, but I flattened myself and knew from the angle she wouldn’t be able to see me. “Xena?” I heard her call out tentatively.
I didn’t answer, and the moment she started walking again, I sent the last bit of water in the waterskin down on top of her. This time Gabrielle put her hands on her hips and looked straight up at the roof near my hiding place. “I know you’re up there, Xena,” I heard her say.
In an extremely playful mood, I threw caution to the wind and shimmied out of my breeches. “I just want to repay the favor,” I called out.
I could see her trying to pinppoint my voice. “The favor?” she echoed.
“Yeah…” I heaved my breeches off the roof and she saw them coming. She caught them easily, a wide grin splitting her features. I sat up on the roof so she could see me…”Since you got them wet…I thought I’d get you wet in return.”
“Xena…” Even from where I was, I could see the flush that covered her cheeks. She looked to either side of her, but not one seemed to notice that she was standing out in the middle of the street, holding a pair of my underwear.
“Yes?” I asked, raising an eyebrow in challenge.
She shook her head, scrunched my underwear up, and tucked it in the crook of her arm. “Nothing…” she replied, no doubt afraid I’d embarrass her further. “You’re incorrigible.”
“I’m also all sweaty and grimy,” I told her.
“And wet?” she dared to ask.
“Mm hmm,” I answered, leering.
Gabrielle looked around her again, then said, “How about we talk about this in our room?”
“Okay,” I replied, standing up. “I’ll meet you there.”
I was able to swing down from the roof without exposing myself to anyone. I climbed in through my window, and sat in the same chair I had used this morning, keeping my thighs slightly parted. I liked to see what kind of effect that might have on her.
She entered my bedroom a minute later, slightly out of breath. I grinned at her.
“Gods, Xena, you’re filthy,” she told me stopping two strides in front of me.
“Told you so,” I replied. “Wanna go to the spot we visited the other day to clean me up?”
It didn’t take long for her to consider it. “Sounds like a good idea,” she answered.
I dug some clean underclothes out of my saddlebag, and like before, Gabrielle tucked them in her own bag, along with our bathing accessories.
She stood by the door, watching me. “Ready to go?” she asked me.
I looked at her, trying to figure out if she had forgotten my lack of underwear, or if she was up to something. It suddenly occurred to me that she no longer had my breeches tucked under her arm. I was vaguely concerned, about what she had done with them. But not that much. I was more intrigued.
“Well?” she urged.
I approached her slowly. “Do you think I could have my breeches back?” I asked her.
She lifted her arms, and looked down, her mouth open. “Where did they go?” she asked, bemused.
I narrowed my eyes at her. “As if you didn’t know,” I whispered to her.
“You should have thought of that before you threw them at me in the middle of the street.”
“Touché” I had to admit. I glanced down at my leather skirt. It reached mid thigh, but any strenuous movement on my part was sure to expose me to anyone around. I could see Gabrielle watching me carefully, and knew she was wondering if I was going to back down from the challenge.
But I wasn’t about to. “I hope no fights break out on our way there,” I told her.
“I dunno,” she mused, following me out of the room. “I think it might get kinda interesting.”
“How are you doing?” she asked me when we were out of the inn, and walking down the path toward the woods.
“Just fine” I said, putting an intentional lift in my step. “Actually, I kind of like this. There’s a cool breeze today.”
She stared at me speechless, until we were in the vicinity of the stables. “You’re not…” she said, even as I was going inside.
“Not what?” I asked as I approached Argo’s stall.
She watched as I threw the saddle blanket over Argo’s back, and when I had stretched to throw the saddle on, the strips of my skirt moved upward, revealing, I’d imagine a good bit of my ass. I felt Gabrielle’s hands slide over my butt, and she was pressing her front half against me.
I was up on my toes, and the heavy saddle coupled with her sneak attack nearly knocked me off balance. Argo’s body was the only thing that kept me from falling face first into horse manure. She stood patiently, not protesting when I kept my hands against her as I braced myself against Gabrielle. She was rubbing in a circle behind me, and it wasn’t long before I could feel the moisture dampening her panties, then begin to seep out onto my backside.
She grunted in my ear, her movements picking up steam as she pressed more firmly against me. I clenched my ass muscles, giving her a harder surface to press her clit against.
Abruptly she pulled away, and I missed the feeling of her immediately.
“What happened?” I asked, turning to look at her.
Her face was glowing with the look that told me she had been very near fulfillment.
She smoothed her skirt down, and shrugged up at me. “I was afraid someone would walk in on me,” she answered. “And that felt sooo good, I was afraid I was going to make too much noise.”
I was surprised she had enough will power to stop…I’m not sure I would have. She stroked her fingertips over my ass one last time, then was pulling down my skirt as well.
I quickly cinched up Argo’s saddle, and started to lead her outside the stable.
“Xena, if you are going to mount her, I’d really prefer you get on her in here,” Gabrielle said.
I gave her a wicked smile, but didn’t get on Argo’s back. Gabrielle followed me out into the daylight.
Once we were outside the stable, I kept walking, leading Argo behind me. Gabrielle caught up with me quickly.
“You’re not going to ride her, are you?” she asked me.
“Oh yes, I’m going to ride her,” I promised her. She was looking around nervously, so I let her off the hook. I slipped an arm around her and purred into her ear, “On the way home.”
She smiled in relief, and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek. “Thank the gods,” she whispered lightly. “I don’t think I could have kept my hands off you if I had known you were riding her…bareback…so to speak.”
I chuckled as we continued on.
By the time we had reached the secluded area, my pussy was on fire. Traveling all that distance caused my labia to rub against each other until they were swollen and throbbing. I was so dirty from my time on the roof, I knew there was no way I could get Gabrielle’s attention the way I wanted it until I had my bath. Therefore, the moment we arrived, I started stripping off my clothes.
Gabrielle had barely gotten her saddlebag from Argo’s saddle, and I was already completely naked. She shook her head, amazed I was able to strip so quickly.
I dove in the water and came up with a handful of sand which I began to use to scrub my arms. The soap we had wouldn’t be powerful enough to cut through the tar that was splotched on my arms and legs, so I improvised.
Gabrielle seated herself on one of the rocks at the water’s edge, and leaned back on her arms, watching me take my bath. When I rinsed off my body, and finally, there was no more of the black substance on me, she tossed me the bar of soap and washcloth from the saddlebag. I worked up a quick lather, and washed the rest of me quickly. “Aren’t you going to join me?” I asked her.
“I had my bath this morning when waiting for you to come back from town. I didn’t work up much of a sweat telling stories.”
After dunking under the water one last time to wash the soap from my body, I stood up and began to walk toward her. She drew her feet up when I was very close to her, and I leaned forward on my arms, my feet still firmly planted on the bottom of the river. Leaning over her, I shook my wet hair wildly at her.
She put her hands up to find off the water that was dousing her, spluttering, “Cut it out, Xena!”
I grinned at her actions, and then pulled my body up on the rock, so my hands were on either side of her waist. She stopped giggling then, and sat up so she could bend down and kiss me. Her lips sucked at my bottom one, and then she nipped me softly with her teeth. I pulled back my head to see her nose wrinkled mischievously at me.
“Are we even now?” I asked her, knowing what that look was for.
“All even,” she replied happily.
“Good,” I responded, and I was climbing the rest of the way up the rock to cover her body with my still dripping one. I began to kiss her again, this time rubbing over her shoulders, then down to the fastenings of her shirt. It was only a matter of seconds before it was undone, and she was wiggling out of it.
“Looks like I’m getting another bath whether I needed it or not,” she mused, as I continued to drip all over her.
I straddled her waist with my thighs, and held her in my arms, kissing her deeply until I couldn’t see straight. Her areolas wrinkled from the water cooling on them, and we both had to catch our breath as our nipples rubbed against each other. I don’t know if it was because were where both wet, but it seemed that even as we arched and writhed against each other, our nipples seemed to cling together, reluctant to lose contact. I left my body in the same position, and ran my hands down her waist over her hips, and up under her skirt. My fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, and I frowned as I felt roughened material instead of the frilly, silky stuff I was used to. I got a firm hold and pulled downward.
My eyes confirmed what I had already guessed. Somehow, she had managed to slip out of her own underwear and put mine on. No wonder she was out of breath in the time between walking from the street up to our room! And now that I thought about it, the material did feel rougher than usual as she humped against my ass in the barn. I had just mentally attributed it to the urgency of her movements. My my!
I grinned into her eyes. “You naughty girl,” I teased, pleased at her imagination. “I was so worried about not flashing my ass at anyone that I never paid attention to the difference in you.”
“I’m surprised,” she giggled at me. “I kept having to stop and hitch them up.”
That made me laugh too. “I’ll bet we were quite a pair…you constantly pulling up your drawers and me constantly pulling down my skirt. People would suspect we caught the chicken pox from those kids.”
She laughed again, and then her hands slide over my shoulders. My breeches were still encircling her thighs. “But Xena,” she murmured, her voice low, “It made me feel so sexy.” She was suddenly all serious. “When I rubbed my cunt against your ass in the barn, I was rubbing both of our juices into your skin.”
The eroticism of the words shivered over me. While working on the rooftop, I had started thinking about Gabrielle and our lovemaking on the previous night, and that turned on the inevitable fountain between my thighs. The breeches I had thrown at Gabrielle had been moistened liberally by my own imagination.
Without another word, I reached down and hooked two fingers in the underwear, and pulled it free of her body. I pressed my breeches against her thighs on the way back up her body, drawing it up against her slit, and then rubbed the material across the gap between our nipples. Then I was putting my weight on my left arm, so I could turn on my side. I held my breeches just below our faces.
I closed my eyes and inhaled, the fragrance sending sparks directly between my legs. Our scents, so different on their own, combined to create a third scent that went beyond description in its erotic effect on me. “Mmm…” I turned the breeches inside out, and pressed my nose closer to the crotch, breathing in our combined scents.
I stuck out my tongue, and licked over the wettest spot, my tongue literally drooling for the taste. I opened my eyes, curious to see how Gabrielle would react to this. She didn’t disappoint. She was staring at me, her eyes and mouth both wide open.
I gave her my sexiest lopsided smile, and pushed the crotch of the breeches in to my mouth, sucking strongly at the material. There was no way to explain why I got so much pleasure from this…I’m sure the very fact that it was so unusual had something to do with it. I ripped the breeches free from my mouth, then pounced on a very stunned Gabrielle.
Her eyes were filled with doubt, as if she thought I was going to press the material into her mouth as well. Sometimes, I liked to push the boundaries with her, surprising her with something she had obviously never thought of before. But right now, in this beautiful haven in the woods, I was more interested in a straightforward approach.
“I want to share the taste with you,” I told her, and when she opened her mouth, probably to protest, I pressed my lips to hers. It was only a few seconds before I felt her tongue come out to lick over my lips, and then inside my mouth. She searched out every last nook and cranny of my mouth, telling me she was enjoying the taste very much.
I threw the breeches aside. They had done their work. Reaching down between Gabrielle’s thighs again, my fingers immediately sunk through her slippery folds. I let my thumb stroke over her hardened little clit, while two of my fingers sank into her cove.
I felt her sigh out her satisfaction, and she planted her feet flat on the rock as she parted her thighs, giving my hand more access. At the same time, her thighs were nudging my own to spread, and the moment they did, I felt her pressing digits to my center as well. I pushed myself up on my knees, so we’d both have more room to move.
For a moment or two, the only sounds that could be heard were the occasional moan from one of us. I added a third finger to my probing, and felt her do the same to me. We moved in an identical rhythm, in tune with the blood pounding through our veins.
“Tell me when you’re gonna come, Xena,” I heard her whisper against my lips. “I wanna come with you.”
I nodded, unsure of my voice just then, as I felt her press a little more insistently into my tightened clit. My breath caught in my chest as every part of my body except my right hand froze.
“Now, Gabrielle, now!” I cried out, unable to delay my orgasm any longer. I scraped a nail over her clit, and she was caught up in rapture too. She struggled to keep her eyes open, and locked into mine, but toward the end we both failed, as we rode out our final spasms on the other’s hands.
“Gods,” I gasped, rolling onto my back beside her. “I needed that!”
“Mmm hmm…” Gabrielle agreed, her arm flung up over her eyes.
We lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath. “This bed is hard as a rock,” I finally said.
She giggled. “It IS a rock.”
“No wonder,” I quipped. I forced myself to sit up, then stand. “Come on,” I said, bending down to take her hand. “Let’s get more comfortable.”
She followed me to the spot she had laid out one of the bedrolls on the ground. She laid down, and I did the same, so my head was resting between her legs. She laid on her back, and I was on my stomach. I dove into her almost immediately, and didn’t let up for some time.
It was late afternoon by the time we got back to the inn. Mom didn’t seem to upset or worried about us, and just smiled a greeting when we arrived. I told Gabrielle I wanted to go back on the roof and finish the job that day.
“But you’ll get all dirty again,” she protested.
“Yeah, and think of how much fun we’ll have getting me cleaned up again,”I leered at her.
She thought about that. “Good point,” she grinned. “Want me to help you?”
“Nah, that’s okay,” I told her.
“No, really, I want to help.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “You do?” I asked. “You didn’t seem so eager to help out this morning.”
“That’s because I had just awakened,” she told me. “I don’t want to do much of anything in the morning, unless it involves your staying in bed with me.”
I nodded, pleased with that. “Sure you can help me.”
With her help, we were able to finish the roof just as the sun was going down. Mother took one look at us, and demanded we clean up before sitting down to eat that night.
Gabrielle and I looked at each other and shrugged. We had discussed going back to the river, but since we planed on leaving in the morning, we both hated to miss the last meal with Mom.
Mom, perceptive as always, added, “There’s a washtub and some lye soap in my room. Why don’t you use it to make yourself presentable for supper?”
I looked at Gabrielle who nodded her consent. “We’ll be back in a little bit,” I told Mom.
Mother had pulled out all the stops with supper, serving roast ham and roast beef, baked potatoes, fresh carrots and bread and butter. Gabrielle and I ate until we couldn’t hold anymore, and then we ate fresh strawberry shortcake for dessert. I hadn’t eaten that much in ages, but it felt great to just let go.
Several people asked Gabrielle if she would be telling more stories that night, but she begged off, promising after a nod from me that we’d visit against soon. They expressed their disappointment, but also seemed to understand. Maybe it was that beached whale look she was sporting.
Mom had a neighbor girl how often washed her dishes for a couple of dinars, and tonight, she took advantage of the service. Gabrielle, Mom, and I sat out on the porch, to enjoy the last hours of our time together.
We talked about everything and nothing; a lot and very little. We laughed a lot and were serious for periods of time too, but not once did we cross words or butt heads on any topic. I was almost sorry when Mom said it was time we were going to bed, but she was right. Gabrielle and would be on the road early in the morning, and she had to get up and cook breakfast for her customers.
The three of us walked upstairs, and Gabrielle and I stood outside my door for a moment, wishing my mother a final good night. She looked down at our joined hands for a few seconds, then offered a Gabrielle a kiss on her cheek, then the same to me. Then she really surprised me by lifting our clasped hands and pressing a kiss to that as well She smiled at our look of surprise.
“Sweet dreams, Girls,” she told me, before turning to go to her own room. I gave Gabrielle’s hand a squeeze, then pulled her into my room behind me. The door to the room Mom had originally given her stood open, the candles unlit and the bed covers unturned.
We had just finished saying our “so longs” to Will the next day, and had been on the road a half hour or so the next morning when Gabrielle exclaimed, “Xena, we have to go back to Amphipolis!”
I looked at her like she had worms crawling out of her eyeballs. “Why?” I asked.
“The pimento!” came her reply. “It was one of the main reasons we were going to see Cyrene, and I totally forgot to give it to her.”
I looked at her, thinking for a moment that I could talk her out of it, but I didn’t even have the right kind of energy to try. My bard was so generous…so worried about others, that I knew if I tried to get her to put off taking the gift to my mom, it would hurt her feelings.
“I guess we can take an extra day before meeting with Lynx in Metria,” I told her. A message had arrived while we were leaving that my old friend could use our help, if we were in the area..
She smiled happily at me as I turned Argo around, and we headed back toward my childhood home.
It was still well before noon when we arrived, and Mom wasn’t to be found in the kitchen or the dining room. “She must be cleaning,” I told Gabrielle, as we climbed the stairs.
We checked all the guest rooms, and she wasn’t to be found. But as we approached her room at the end of the hall and Gabrielle called out my mother’s name, I heard a sound very familiar to me, the sound of one of the windows being pushed open. I relaxed into a grin.
“Go on, knock,” I urged Gabrielle when we stood in front of her door.
“Why are you smiling?” she asked me, under her voice. “If she’s in her room at this time of day, she might be feeling sick.”
“She’s not sick,” I answered, feeling confident with my answer. I found it strangely poetic that I would catch my mom in a manner similar to the way she had found Gabrielle and me. I was sorely tempted just to burst in her as she had done with us.
Gabrielle continued to give me a strange look, but she knocked on the door. After a little rustling, and a couple of minutes, my mother answered the door. Her face was flushed and her clothing disheveled, and the wide open window told me all I needed to know. “Girls,” she said, trying to not appear too flustered. “Is something wrong?”
I watched the face of my golden hair bard darken in a blush as she put together all the signs correctly. She looked as caught off-guard as Mom did. “Uh…sorry…Cyrene…but when we were here, we forgot to give you this…” She held up the container of pimentos, suddenly looking very uncomfortable with the situation.
Mom looked uneasily from Gabrielle to me, down at the jar, and then back up at us. Then she laughed, a joyous happy sound. “Come with me, both of you,” she said, leading us out of the room.
Puzzled, we followed her downstairs into the kitchen. She pulled open a cabinet, and lined up along one shelf, was jar after jar of pimentos. “Simms is a traveling salesman, after all,” she told us with a grin. “He has to pay for staying in the inn somehow.”
Gabrielle added her jar to the collection on the shelf, and threw her arms around my mom. “Sorry we interrupted,” she said with a smile, and then took my hand in her own. Without a further word, I waved at my mother and let her lead me out the backdoor.
Walking down the path back toward where we had left Argo, I tried to turn to look back toward the inn, but Gabrielle wouldn’t let me. “Come on, I just want to see him climb back through the window,” I told her, teasing her with my movements.
“Give them some privacy, Xena,” she chided me, “Didn’t your mother offer you the same courtesy?”
I had to agree, she had been very courteous and welcoming during our time at the inn. “You’re right,” I finally acquiesced, allowing her to keep her arm around me as we walked. “It was the best trip home I could ever ask for.”
COMING NEXT WEEK: Xena and Gabrielle have to make changes in their relationship and lifestyles after the birth of Eve .
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