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Prompt: #97 - Justice
Fandom: Xena: the Warrior Princess
Pairing: Xena/Gabrielle(/Callisto)
Rating: 18ish. smut.
Word count: 200
A/N: Set between Intimate Stranger and Ten Little Warlords.
"This is not justice."
Gabrielle has to say it. Because while it is Xena, it's not Xena, and the feel of her mouth sliding slowly down Gabrielle's stomach is wrong. A glance down proves that the hair tickling her skin is blonde (wrong) not brunette (right), and she wants to object.
Except that Xena (even in this body) knows her too well.
Quick fingers (different) slide along her legs and Xena's tongue flicks out and wets a trail from navel to pubis.
Gabrielle fists a hand into the blanket beneath her and arches up into Xena's mouth. Glancing down, for just an instant, Callisto is looking up at her, eyes knowing (you can't kill me) and Gabrielle closes her eyes so she can't see blonde hair instead of brunette.
Not that it helps. It might be Xena's mind, but it's still Callisto's voice that whispers soft encouragement, Callisto's fingers that dance across her skin, and Callisto's mouth that she claims in her moment of ecstacy (please, Xena).
But Gabrielle pretends that it isn't. (that would be wrong)
"Perhaps it is," Xena whispers against her neck as she settles her body against Gabrielle's. "Perhaps, this is justice for both of us."
Prompt: #97 - Justice
Fandom: Xena: the Warrior Princess
Pairing: Xena/Gabrielle(/Callisto)
Rating: 18ish. smut.
Word count: 200
A/N: Set between Intimate Stranger and Ten Little Warlords. (follows the previous drabble)
Xena in Callisto's body is lighter, shaped differently, and Gabrielle can't resist the urge to slide her hands down her back. (This is wrong). She's naked, and she's just brought Gabrielle to completion, and she should return the favor. Surely, she can do this (perhaps this is justice).
"Gabrielle, you don't have to."
"That's where you're wrong." If she doesn't do this, the last of her hatred will remain. It's twisted and strange, but she needs to understand Callisto's body (Xena's soul--and perhaps that's the real draw). Knows this is a rite of passage she has to achieve (or perhaps she's always been attracted to blondes).
She knows where to touch for Xena, but Callisto's body learned pleasure differently. There's something primal in the way her muscles tense when Gabrielle kisses her neck. The thought sparks action, and Gabrielle nips at her shoulder.
"Yes..." Xena's voice is breathy with need.
It's not quite a victory; almost too much time passes as she figures out what works (or doesn't) but Gabrielle thinks it was worth it when, hand slick with Xena's fluids, she feels the tension snap, and Callisto's head goes back, her voice crying out into the darkened woods.
femslash100.Prompt: #97 - Justice
Fandom: Xena: the Warrior Princess
Pairing: Xena/Gabrielle(/Callisto)
Rating: 18ish. smut.
Word count: 200
A/N: Set between Intimate Stranger and Ten Little Warlords.
"This is not justice."
Gabrielle has to say it. Because while it is Xena, it's not Xena, and the feel of her mouth sliding slowly down Gabrielle's stomach is wrong. A glance down proves that the hair tickling her skin is blonde (wrong) not brunette (right), and she wants to object.
Except that Xena (even in this body) knows her too well.
Quick fingers (different) slide along her legs and Xena's tongue flicks out and wets a trail from navel to pubis.
Gabrielle fists a hand into the blanket beneath her and arches up into Xena's mouth. Glancing down, for just an instant, Callisto is looking up at her, eyes knowing (you can't kill me) and Gabrielle closes her eyes so she can't see blonde hair instead of brunette.
Not that it helps. It might be Xena's mind, but it's still Callisto's voice that whispers soft encouragement, Callisto's fingers that dance across her skin, and Callisto's mouth that she claims in her moment of ecstacy (please, Xena).
But Gabrielle pretends that it isn't. (that would be wrong)
"Perhaps it is," Xena whispers against her neck as she settles her body against Gabrielle's. "Perhaps, this is justice for both of us."
Prompt: #97 - Justice
Fandom: Xena: the Warrior Princess
Pairing: Xena/Gabrielle(/Callisto)
Rating: 18ish. smut.
Word count: 200
A/N: Set between Intimate Stranger and Ten Little Warlords. (follows the previous drabble)
Xena in Callisto's body is lighter, shaped differently, and Gabrielle can't resist the urge to slide her hands down her back. (This is wrong). She's naked, and she's just brought Gabrielle to completion, and she should return the favor. Surely, she can do this (perhaps this is justice).
"Gabrielle, you don't have to."
"That's where you're wrong." If she doesn't do this, the last of her hatred will remain. It's twisted and strange, but she needs to understand Callisto's body (Xena's soul--and perhaps that's the real draw). Knows this is a rite of passage she has to achieve (or perhaps she's always been attracted to blondes).
She knows where to touch for Xena, but Callisto's body learned pleasure differently. There's something primal in the way her muscles tense when Gabrielle kisses her neck. The thought sparks action, and Gabrielle nips at her shoulder.
"Yes..." Xena's voice is breathy with need.
It's not quite a victory; almost too much time passes as she figures out what works (or doesn't) but Gabrielle thinks it was worth it when, hand slick with Xena's fluids, she feels the tension snap, and Callisto's head goes back, her voice crying out into the darkened woods.
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*rearranges himself*
extremely freaking hot.
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Yes. Yes it is.
Thank you ;)