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Subject: PLANS (Xena:WP) 1/2
From: [email protected]
Date: Fri, 28 Mar 1997 10:51:26 -0600
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I am posting this on the author's behalf.


PLAN A . . .

The young blond woman sat, seemingly relaxed, at a table near the
corner of the tavern, her eyes following the progress of her
leather-clad companion as she crossed the crowded floor. Gabrielle
closed her eyes, and waited.
Xena strolled slowly from one end of the bar to the other, eying
the
assortment of men lined up before her, looking very much as if she were
inspecting her troops. The objects of her scrutiny responded in ways
as varied as the men themselves, some glancing nervously anywhere but at
this woman who could only be the Warrior Princess, some gazing,
open-mouthed, into the pools of azure blue paralyzing their brains, if
not their bodies, others hoping against hope that the Princess was in
the mood to play conquering warlord.
Midway through her inspection, Xena paused before a good looking
young
man, her eyes raking over his face, then dropping to his chest, down his
legs and back up again, her lips pursed thoughtfully. Suddenly she
shoved her fingers into his mouth, prying open his lips to peer at his
teeth. She released his face and grabbed his shoulder, twirling him
around for further review. "You're not bad," she said.
The recipient of her praise recovered enough to seize the
opportunity
of a lifetime, and reached his hands out to her waist. "As a matter of
fact, I'm pretty good," he said.
"Get your paws off me," she barked, swiping his hands away, then
grabbed his shirt and pulled him toward the corner. As they drew near,
Xena pointed at the attractive young woman seated alone at the table.
"You're for her."
He straightened, his eyes roving over the tiny, scrumptious form.
This
one seemed even better, actually--a little less intimidating. Looked
good to him.
He dug into his shirt and pulled out some coins, tendering them to
the
woman's procurer. "OK. Ten dinars."
Blue eyes darkened, and the warrior yanked his face to within an
inch
of her own.
"All right! Fifteen!" He scrambled for another coin.
"She is not a cheap whore!" Xena hissed. "You'll bed her for
nothing!"
"I--" He blinked at her. "Huh?"
But she had turned her attention elsewhere. "Gabrielle, let's
go," she
ordered, jerking her head toward the stairs, watching the smaller woman
rise and head in that direction.
The confused soldier, who was beginning to think that someone was
playing a very cruel trick on him, followed behind her, his eyes
alternating between the young woman's firm rear and his fellow bar
patrons. As they neared the stairway, he paused, waiting, but still
there was no roar, no laughter from his friends at a joke well played .
. . A shove from behind encouraged him to pick up the pace, and he
stumbled up the first couple of stairs.
The trio entered the small room, the Warrior Princess slamming the
door
behind them. He twisted his head around to look at her, and stopped
short at the expression on her face. She wasn't too happy about
something, that was for sure.
Xena crossed the floor and dropped into a chair beside the bed,
crossing her legs, a dark boot swinging back and forth as the blond
woman began to unlace her top. The soldier pulled at his own shirt,
glancing nervously at their observer. "Uh, are you--"
"I'm staying," Xena interrupted. "I'm here to make sure you don't
do
anything . . .," her lip curled, "inappropriate." She unsheathed her
sword and laid it on the table, her hand resting on the hilt.
He froze in place, his libido dissipating along with his bravado,
and
in a swift motion he turned and fled.
Gabrielle sighed and flopped down on the bed. "Xena," she said,
shaking her head, "if you don't want to do this, just say so."
Xena sat beside her. "Why do you say that? Of course I want to.
I
want a child as much as you do."
Gabrielle gently laid her hand over the warrior's. "Then you'll
have
to deal with the fact that I'm going to have to . . . you know."
"Hey, I *am* dealing with it. I don't know what that guy's
problem
was."
Gabrielle rolled her eyes. "Uh huh."

* * *

Gabrielle finished unlacing her top and reached for the tie on her
skirt. Her new suitor, another tall brunette, was already barechested,
his tongue hanging out as he tugged eagerly at his belt, his eyes glued
to the young woman's breasts. Gradually he became aware of the dark-
haired woman beside the bed. "You gonna sit there?" he asked.
"I'm here to--"
"Watch!" Gabrielle broke in. "She likes to watch. Don't you,
Xena?"
She directed a meaningful glare at the other woman.
Xena's nostrils flared. "Yeah," she growled. "I love it."
The young man's pants hit the floor, and he stepped out of them.
"Well, three's company, I figure," he chuckled, then suddenly, to
Gabrielle's horror, he stepped over to the seated warrior and pulled
down his undershorts. "Wanna get us started?"
Gabrielle reached out a hand, but it was too late. The naked man
emerged from their room in a blur, landing with a thud against the
wall. His trousers were propelled into his face soon after, followed by
his balled-up shirt, and then the door slammed.
Gabrielle sighed and flopped down on the bed. "OK, we really need
to
work on this."

* * *

Gabrielle raised the sheet invitingly and her eager admirer slid
underneath, scooting on top of her with a deep groan. He lowered his
face for a kiss, but before his lips reached their destination, his head
was yanked back by a hand pulling hard on his shoulder-length hair.
"No kissing."
He had almost forgotten about the stern presence sitting beside
the
bed. No kissing. OK... He reached a hand under the sheet, and the
bard's eyes widened.
The sheet was whisked off the bed, and Xena grabbed his hand from
its
resting place on Gabrielle's breast. "I thought so," she snapped. "No
fondling."
"Uh...OK..."
Gabrielle touched the flustered man's face to get his attention.
"You
can still . . . you know." She lightly poked a finger against his hip.
He looked down at her, momentarily forgetting what he was doing,
and
then the import of her words sank in. Oh, yeah. He slid his hands down
the smooth flesh of her thighs, and with a loud groan positioned himself
comfortably between them. Soon, so soon, he would have this luscious
young thing . . . so beautiful, so delicious . . . He growled, losing
himself in the moment, and hungrily lowered his mouth to the girl's
breast.
The warrior's hand whacked the back of his head, and he looked up
at
her, slightly dazed. "No--" she seemed unable to find the words --
"any of that."
The young man's gaze shifted away from Xena and down between his
legs.
Gabrielle's eyes followed his line of sight, and she sighed. A moment
later, the deflated man scrambled from the room, and Gabrielle took
Xena's hand in hers. "Xena, we need to let them . . . um, enjoy
themselves a little. You know, keep their level of enthusiasm up." She
studied Xena's face. "OK?"

* * *

The young man climbed eagerly into bed with the blonde beauty.
"Xena, were you going to guard the door while we--" Gabrielle
hesitated. "For a while?"
The warrior's lip curled as she stared at the couple huddled
together
under the sheet. Finally she got to her feet and trudged reluctantly
toward the door. "Yeah. I forgot. I'll be right outside," she said.
"OK. I'll see you in a little while."
The impatient young man barely registered the sound of the door
closing, his teeth nibbling at the bard's neck.
"Don't make a mark," Gabrielle gasped.
"I'm gonna make my mark, all right," he uttered. His hands slid
down
and grasped her breasts, squeezing them, and Gabrielle closed her eyes,
opening them abruptly at the loud moan that emitted from his throat.
"Shhh . . ." she warned.
"Oh, wench, you feel too good to keep quiet," he groaned.
"No, I mean it. Really. Shhh," Gabrielle urged. "Here," she
invited,
spreading her thighs wide apart. "Why don't you go ahead and--"
"Mmm. In a minute." He nuzzled the side of her breast. "Good
things
come to those who wait."
"Not if you don't keep quiet," she said. "Come on. I really
think you
should go ahead and do it right now." A thought occurred to her. "Um .
. .I am so hot for you . . .," she whispered. "I want you inside me . .
.," she moaned, warming to this new form of storytelling. "I can't wait
another second . . ."
He raised his head. "Oh, yeah . . . louder, baby . . . I want to
hear
you . . ."
"Sorry, that's as loud as I get," she replied. "Gotta rest my
voice -
I'm a bard." She nodded encouragingly as his hand slid down her thigh,
then grimaced as his moaning resumed at even higher levels. "I really
think now would be a good time to--"
Her eyes lit up as he reached down between his legs -- 'Finally!',
she
thought, and then -- 'No!' -- he groaned noisily in anticipation.
Gabrielle shook her head, resigned to the inevitable.
A moment later, she looked down at the unconscious form on the
floor.
"I'm sorry, Gabrielle," Xena said, avoiding the bard's gaze. "I just
couldn't take it any more."
Gabrielle patted her hand. "I know. I think we'll just have to
go to
Plan B."

    

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