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Title: All the Time in the World
Fandom: Otalia/Xena crossover
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17 for language, violence, and sexual situation; most of it will be PG-13 to R
Warnings: Expect the usual Xena-style writing – war, fighting, killing
Summary: The spa weekend takes an unexpected detour.
Author’s Note: I have wanted to start this story for a long time. It’s been in my head for months, and I thought I better write it before someone else gets the idea. Xena was my first fandom obsession and the first piece of fanfic I ever wrote. Watching Otalia reminded me of my love for Xena and Gabrielle because I fell for them probably harder than I did for X & G. I don’t know how often I’ll get to update this with OVS and my co-writing venture with Geekgrrl “Hidden Treasure” going, but I’ll try to do it as often as possible, especially if you all like it. So, if you like it and want me to continue, let me know. Feedback is my drug of choice. ;)
Author’s Note 2: This takes place during the spa weekend hike. However, I’ve changed canon a bit. There was no confession by Olivia during the wedding, and likewise, Natalia took off from the wedding, but she didn’t make her confession in the gazebo either. In other words, this all happens while they’re still in limbo. Oh, and Natalia’s not pregnant here. This fic isn’t going to need any more complications.
Author’s Note 3: Back in the hayday of the BPD and when Guiding Light was coming to a close, there was a bit of a joke on the board about the Springfield time warp because people seemed to move across town at the speed of light. This idea was borne out of that.

Chapter 1

Natalia tilted her head a little, watching the sure gait of Olivia ahead of her as she bounced over fallen tree limbs and ducked around bushes. The weekend away had been uneventful so far. Olivia had given it to Natalia as a gift. Some time away, just to herself, to regroup and think.

Natalia had agreed that she needed it. Up until the moment she had run out on her wedding to Frank, she felt the world had been spinning out of control. Everyone was pushing her forward into a destiny she didn’t really want, when all she wanted to do was stop and think. What she really wanted though was a few feet in front of her, and she knew this. She knew it the moment Olivia had kissed her all those months ago. She really knew it when she practically begged for Olivia to go with her on this trip – a girl’s weekend away with manicures and pedicures. That’s what she had said to convince Olivia, but as she watched the well-shaped hips sway in tight jogging pants in front of her, she knew that she hoped more would come of this weekend than a good manicure. Finding the courage to confess her feelings though was the tougher mountain to climb.

Before she knew it, Olivia had taken off up a hill and she struggled to keep up. At the top, Olivia turned around and waved at her to hurry up, even as she bounced on her toes. “Come on, slow poke!”

Natalia finally reached the top of the hill, out of breath and not amused. She huffed out her words between breaths. “You forget, I’m a city girl.”

“Yeah, well, I grew up on an island so I walked everywhere.” Olivia smiled teasingly, her cheeks rosy with happiness and exertion.

The brunette rested her hands on her knees. “Lucky you.”

When she stood up straight, Olivia had stepped closer and took the lapels of her jacket into her hands. The blonde tugged her forward slightly, green eyes dancing with mischief and taunting. For a moment, Natalia wondered if Olivia knew exactly what she was doing to her and exactly what she hoped to happen.

Olivia’s hands slid down the satin of the jacket, along the zipper, until they rested at the V where it connected. Her voice husky, “You’re such a princess. It looks like you’re getting overheated; maybe you need to take this off.”

Natalia felt the zipper give way as Olivia worked it open, the motion pulling her forward more until they came in contact, hips and thighs brushing. She watched and waited, daring not to move or else break the spell, but she couldn’t keep her eyes off of Olivia’s full lips.

When Olivia licked her lips and sultry green eyes glanced down at Natalia’s mouth, the younger woman felt drawn in and unable to stop herself. This wasn’t how she planned it, but she couldn’t resist the pull of Olivia anymore than the tides can deny being affected by the moon. She was sure the spinning around her was her own imagination, until Olivia forced her eyes closed and grabbed onto her arm.

The blonde forced her words out around gritted teeth. “What the hell?”

Then Natalia noticed it too – the unsteadiness of her feet as the earth seemed to shift below her, the hard pull and heavy weight on her body, and the sudden flipping of her stomach as nausea and darkness overtook her.

***

The morning dew blanketed the valley below. Atop her horse, Xena surveyed the approaching army coming over the rise to the north. To her right, the sun rose clear and unhindered. In a couple of hours the valley would be cleared of the fog, and she’d have perfect visibility to deal with Caesar’s men. To her left, Gabrielle sat proudly and confidently on her own steed. The tall warrior smiled to herself. Over the years, she had watched firsthand as Gabrielle had transformed from an idealistic young girl to the leader of the Amazon nation and a warrior in her own right.

The blonde leaned forward in her saddle, resting her forearms on the shoehorn. “Looks like we’re outnumbered three to one.” She looked over her shoulder to the gathering of ragtag soldiers in the valley behind them.

Xena followed her line of sight and nodded. “Don’t worry, I’ll stay close to Darius.”

Gabrielle smiled knowingly at her. “He’s a good kid, Xena. I’d hate to see him get hurt.”

The dark-haired woman sighed and turned Argo around to head back to their camp. She hated it when Gabrielle let herself get attached to those they helped. When bad things happened to them, she always felt responsible. “Gabrielle?”

Gabrielle turned her horse around as well. “I know, I know. It’s the nature of war.”

Xena shook her head. “Come on; let’s get Darius and the other battalion leaders together. We need to go over the strategy again.”

***

Olivia groaned, feeling every muscle in her body aching like she had lost a fist fight with an 18-wheeler. She pushed up onto her hands and knees, looking around at the open land before her. Hovering a few feet above her head were patches of fog that had yet to lift in what appeared to be the mid-morning sun. It didn’t look familiar at all. Her mind flashed back to her last coherent thought – Natalia’s scream of agony as she felt her pulled from her grip.

She began to look around frantically in hopes of seeing her friend. She called out her name. “Natalia!”

She couldn’t hear anything except the chirping of birds. Walking a few feet, she looked for any sign of the other woman. When she saw nothing, she turned and went back the way she had come. A low-lying stretch of bushes drew her attention and she ran to them. She saw the white sneakers before she saw the rest of Natalia, huddled on the ground in a fetal position. The younger woman was still unconscious.

Olivia fell to her knees beside her. “Oh, thank God! Natalia, come on. Wake up!”

She rolled Natalia to her back and didn’t see any blood or injuries. She felt for a pulse and found it, strong and reassuring. She shook the brunette a little. “Come on, honey. Wake up.” A soft moan from the woman in her arms made her smile. “That’s it. Wake up.”

Slowly, brown eyes opened and connected with warm green ones smiling down at her. “There you are. You had me worried for a moment.”

Natalia rubbed her head where she felt a knot forming. She had a million questions but wasn’t sure where to begin.

Olivia saw the movement of Natalia’s hand to the side of her head and the grimace of pain. “Did you hurt your head? Here, let me see.” She sat Natalia all the way up and crouched down on her other side. She felt around on Natalia’s scalp and sure enough, just above her ear, was a bump and a nasty looking purple bruise forming.

“Does your head hurt?” Olivia asked.

Natalia nodded at the inquiry. Olivia continued, “What about dizzy?”

A sudden wave of nausea passed over Natalia and she felt her stomach tumble and roll. She nodded at the other woman again.

Olivia looked at her concerned. “You could have a concussion. We need to get you to a doctor. Here, can you stand?” She stood and put her hand out to Natalia, guiding her up by her elbow as well. “Now, just where the hell is a doctor? There’s nothing around here, and I have no idea where we’re at. How the hell did we get here? We just have fallen down a hill or something.”

Olivia began to guide Natalia out into the open, but the younger woman pulled back. “I…I think I should stay here.”

“What? Natalia you can’t. There’s nothing around here. We need to get back to the hotel room.” Olivia tugged at her hand.

“Hotel room? What hotel room? And why exactly should I go with you? I don’t even know you.” Natalia jerked her hand away and stepped back.

The blonde shook her head, unnerved by Natalia’s behavior. “What? What do you mean, Natalia?”

Natalia stepped further back out of her reach. “Is that my name? Natalia?”

Realization finally struck Olivia, and she was shaken by it. Natalia didn’t remember her or even her own name, and she had no idea where they were or how they got here. This was not a good situation. A sudden blaring of a horn behind her made her jump, and they both turned in the direction of the noise.

Coming over the hill were hundreds, possibly thousands, of soldiers on horseback. Their metal armor gleaming in the morning light as the thundering of hooves shook the ground beneath the women’s feet. Olivia stepped back and pushed Natalia with her, until they were hiding behind the bush where she had found Natalia. Over the rise to their left, a secondary force rolled down into the valley on horseback. Even from a distance, Olivia could tell that this group wasn’t professional soldiers. Their approach was erratic and disjointed, and they didn’t sport shiny armor or gleaming blades. She reached for Natalia’s arm to brace for the coming impact, but the space behind her was vacant.

To her right, along the tree line, she saw the black and white jogging suit disappear into a thicket of bushes. “Natalia!”

The violent clashing of metal-on-metal was met with blood-chilling screams of pain. Olivia turned back to see the two armies in a discombobulated mess in the field. The soldiers in red and gold uniforms were far superior in ability and numbers, but what that group had in skill, the others had in heart. Several of the far more experienced soldiers fell to the sword of the makeshift army.

Olivia had no idea what was going on. She raced after Natalia trying to figure it out as she went. Maybe she and Natalia had fallen down a hill and into some strange war re-enactment. There was really no other way to explain it, and when she thought of that as a possibility, she felt fairly stupid. She stopped running in hopes of finding Natalia and decided to simply get some help. She approached a man on horseback who was standing in the back of the action. He seemed to be supervising more than actually fighting, so Olivia figured he worked for the re-enactment company.

“Excuse me!” She yelled over the din of metal singing against each other. At least it seemed authentic, Olivia thought.

The muscular, dark-haired man looked down from his horse - a wicked smile showing off brilliant white teeth. “Well, what do we have here?” Olivia shivered a little at the look in his eyes – a look she knew far too well. She took a half step back to give herself some room as the man stepped down and moved forward.

She tried to quirk a sexy smile at him hoping to throw him off so she could gain a little edge back. When it came to men, she liked to be the one in control and call the shots. She tucked some hair behind her ear and looked at him coyly. “It looks like I’m a little lost. Would you happen to know the direction to the spa resort?”

The man looked at her completely confused. “The what?”

Olivia flailed her hands. “Or maybe just a gas station?” The guy tilted his head trying to make sense of her words. “Better yet, do you have your cell phone on you? I left mine in my room, but I can call the hotel and they can send a…”

Olivia stopped speaking when she heard the steady pounding of hooves against dirt. A look of fear came over the man as he spun toward the source of the noise. A high pitched wail rose over all the other sounds, drowning everything out. A sudden glint of light and the sound of a whoosh as a blade moved through the air was all Olivia saw until she looked down and saw the man’s head at her feet.

She jumped back as if she was on fire. The decapitated torso of the man she had been talking to falling within inches of her. “Holy fuck! That’s…that’s so not fake!”

“Come on; take my hand.” A deep feminine voice called down to her.

The blonde looked up to see a beautiful dark-haired woman in leather, a bloody sword in one hand and the other reaching out for her. “Aw, hell no! I don’t think so.”

Olivia backed away but before she realized what had happened, she found herself lifted from the ground and tossed over the saddle of a horse. She struggled to get up, but a heavy forceful hand pushed down on her back.

When the horse underneath her suddenly slowed down and drifted, she rolled her head to the side. Only a few inches above her back was the sharp end of a sword sticking out of the man’s stomach that had picked her up.

The dark-haired woman came up beside the horse and jerked the sword from the dead man’s guts as he fell from the horse to the ground. She looked at Olivia. “Will you come with me now?”

Olivia slid off the horse. She ran her hands through her hair. She looked around to find bodies, bloody and tattered, littering the valley. The armies were thinning out and dispersing. She looked back at the woman on the horse. “I have to find my friend…please. She’s hurt.”

The other woman nodded at Olivia. “We’ll find her.”

Olivia took the woman’s outstretched hand and was effortlessly pulled up to the saddle to sit behind her. “The name’s Xena.”

“Olivia.”

***

The woods became thicker as Natalia weaved her way through the trees. Underbrush hid roots that caused her to trip and she had a hard time focusing on maintaining any kind of path. The glare of the noonday sun was making her head pound and she felt nauseous. Finding a cool spot in the shade, she sat and rested against a tree trunk.

She had no idea what was happening except that she woke up to a woman with amazing green eyes staring down at her. There was something vaguely familiar about the woman that she couldn’t pinpoint, but she couldn’t remember anything about her, not even a name. Frustration ate at her making her head hurt worse. She couldn’t even remember her own name. Though she was pretty certain it was Natalia because that’s what the other woman kept saying.

All she knew was that there was too much noise and confusion. She couldn’t stay there. She had to get away.

She intended to rest her eyes for a moment – just enough time to will the headache away. As she fell into a deep slumber, she never saw the dark figure looming nearby or heard the wicked laughter that filled the air.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, I'm a little late doing this.  This was submitted for Ralst's Epic Proportions challenge.  I thought I'd do a little self-pimping.  This is more or less an original fic that I have been meaning to write for a long time, but I used the basic charactistics of Xena and Gabrielle for our main characters.
AUTHOR'S NOTE 2:  I will post this in chapters for those who like it that way, but the link to the full story is below.
THANKS: To my primary beta, Sofia Lindsay, for listening to my insecurities and reading and re-reading this fic. It wouldn’t have been done had she not poked the daylights out of me. That sounded very wrong! Also, thanks to my secondary betas on this fic, Darkbardzero and Sinjenkai. Last but not least, to my partner Michelle for puttng up with my late nights working on this.

SUMMARY: Young and ambitious journalist Riley Jacobsen returns home to Alabama for an undercover story on her town’s former church and opens the door to more than she ever expected.

RATING: Mature, for descriptions of violence, abuse, and f/f sex.

CHALLENGE: Submitted as part of the Epic Proportions challenge.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.

©April 2009


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ON HALLOWED GROUND (link to full story)

By Calliope’s Muse

 

EPILOGUE

 

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, I'm a little late doing this.  This was submitted for Ralst's Epic Proportions challenge.  I thought I'd do a little self-pimping.  This is more or less an original fic that I have been meaning to write for a long time, but I used the basic charactistics of Xena and Gabrielle for our main characters.
AUTHOR'S NOTE 2:  I will post this in chapters for those who like it that way, but the link to the full story is below.
THANKS: To my primary beta, Sofia Lindsay, for listening to my insecurities and reading and re-reading this fic. It wouldn’t have been done had she not poked the daylights out of me. That sounded very wrong! Also, thanks to my secondary betas on this fic, Darkbardzero and Sinjenkai. Last but not least, to my partner Michelle for puttng up with my late nights working on this.

SUMMARY: Young and ambitious journalist Riley Jacobsen returns home to Alabama for an undercover story on her town’s former church and opens the door to more than she ever expected.

RATING: Mature, for descriptions of violence, abuse, and f/f sex.

CHALLENGE: Submitted as part of the Epic Proportions challenge.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.

©April 2009


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ON HALLOWED GROUND (link to full story)

By Calliope’s Muse

 

CHAPTER 8

 

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, I'm a little late doing this.  This was submitted for Ralst's Epic Proportions challenge.  I thought I'd do a little self-pimping.  This is more or less an original fic that I have been meaning to write for a long time, but I used the basic charactistics of Xena and Gabrielle for our main characters.
AUTHOR'S NOTE 2:  I will post this in chapters for those who like it that way, but the link to the full story is below.
THANKS: To my primary beta, Sofia Lindsay, for listening to my insecurities and reading and re-reading this fic. It wouldn’t have been done had she not poked the daylights out of me. That sounded very wrong! Also, thanks to my secondary betas on this fic, Darkbardzero and Sinjenkai. Last but not least, to my partner Michelle for puttng up with my late nights working on this.

SUMMARY: Young and ambitious journalist Riley Jacobsen returns home to Alabama for an undercover story on her town’s former church and opens the door to more than she ever expected.

RATING: Mature, for descriptions of violence, abuse, and f/f sex.

CHALLENGE: Submitted as part of the Epic Proportions challenge.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.

©April 2009


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ON HALLOWED GROUND (link to full story)

By Calliope’s Muse

 

CHAPTER 7

 

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, I'm a little late doing this.  This was submitted for Ralst's Epic Proportions challenge.  I thought I'd do a little self-pimping.  This is more or less an original fic that I have been meaning to write for a long time, but I used the basic charactistics of Xena and Gabrielle for our main characters.
AUTHOR'S NOTE 2:  I will post this in chapters for those who like it that way, but the link to the full story is below.
THANKS: To my primary beta, Sofia Lindsay, for listening to my insecurities and reading and re-reading this fic. It wouldn’t have been done had she not poked the daylights out of me. That sounded very wrong! Also, thanks to my secondary betas on this fic, Darkbardzero and Sinjenkai. Last but not least, to my partner Michelle for puttng up with my late nights working on this.

SUMMARY: Young and ambitious journalist Riley Jacobsen returns home to Alabama for an undercover story on her town’s former church and opens the door to more than she ever expected.

RATING: Mature, for descriptions of violence, abuse, and f/f sex.

CHALLENGE: Submitted as part of the Epic Proportions challenge.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.

©April 2009


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ON HALLOWED GROUND (link to full story)

By Calliope’s Muse

 

CHAPTER 6

 

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This part was too long for LJ so I broke it into two pieces.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
So, I'm a little late doing this.  This was submitted for Ralst's Epic Proportions challenge.  I thought I'd do a little self-pimping.  This is more or less an original fic that I have been meaning to write for a long time, but I used the basic charactistics of Xena and Gabrielle for our main characters.
AUTHOR'S NOTE 2:  I will post this in chapters for those who like it that way, but the link to the full story is below.
THANKS: To my primary beta, Sofia Lindsay, for listening to my insecurities and reading and re-reading this fic. It wouldn’t have been done had she not poked the daylights out of me. That sounded very wrong! Also, thanks to my secondary betas on this fic, Darkbardzero and Sinjenkai. Last but not least, to my partner Michelle for puttng up with my late nights working on this.

SUMMARY: Young and ambitious journalist Riley Jacobsen returns home to Alabama for an undercover story on her town’s former church and opens the door to more than she ever expected.

RATING: Mature, for descriptions of violence, abuse, and f/f sex.

CHALLENGE: Submitted as part of the Epic Proportions challenge.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.

©April 2009


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ON HALLOWED GROUND (link to full story)

By Calliope’s Muse

 

CHAPTER 5

 

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, I'm a little late doing this.  This was submitted for Ralst's Epic Proportions challenge.  I thought I'd do a little self-pimping.  This is more or less an original fic that I have been meaning to write for a long time, but I used the basic charactistics of Xena and Gabrielle for our main characters.
AUTHOR'S NOTE 2:  I will post this in chapters for those who like it that way, but the link to the full story is below.
THANKS: To my primary beta, Sofia Lindsay, for listening to my insecurities and reading and re-reading this fic. It wouldn’t have been done had she not poked the daylights out of me. That sounded very wrong! Also, thanks to my secondary betas on this fic, Darkbardzero and Sinjenkai. Last but not least, to my partner Michelle for puttng up with my late nights working on this.

SUMMARY: Young and ambitious journalist Riley Jacobsen returns home to Alabama for an undercover story on her town’s former church and opens the door to more than she ever expected.

RATING: Mature, for descriptions of violence, abuse, and f/f sex.

CHALLENGE: Submitted as part of the Epic Proportions challenge.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.

©April 2009


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ON HALLOWED GROUND (link to full story)

By Calliope’s Muse

 

CHAPTER 4


 

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, I'm a little late doing this.  This was submitted for Ralst's Epic Proportions challenge.  I thought I'd do a little self-pimping.  This is more or less an original fic that I have been meaning to write for a long time, but I used the basic charactistics of Xena and Gabrielle for our main characters.
AUTHOR'S NOTE 2:  I will post this in chapters for those who like it that way, but the link to the full story is below.
THANKS: To my primary beta, Sofia Lindsay, for listening to my insecurities and reading and re-reading this fic. It wouldn’t have been done had she not poked the daylights out of me. That sounded very wrong! Also, thanks to my secondary betas on this fic, Darkbardzero and Sinjenkai. Last but not least, to my partner Michelle for puttng up with my late nights working on this.

SUMMARY: Young and ambitious journalist Riley Jacobsen returns home to Alabama for an undercover story on her town’s former church and opens the door to more than she ever expected.

RATING: Mature, for descriptions of violence, abuse, and f/f sex.

CHALLENGE: Submitted as part of the Epic Proportions challenge.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.

©April 2009


Feedback is crack, folks.  Let me know what you think.


ON HALLOWED GROUND (link to full story)

By Calliope’s Muse

 

 

CHAPTER 3

 

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, I'm a little late doing this.  This was submitted for Ralst's Epic Proportions challenge.  I thought I'd do a little self-pimping.  This is more or less an original fic that I have been meaning to write for a long time, but I used the basic charactistics of Xena and Gabrielle for our main characters.
AUTHOR'S NOTE 2:  I will post this in chapters for those who like it that way, but the link to the full story is below.
THANKS: To my primary beta, Sofia Lindsay, for listening to my insecurities and reading and re-reading this fic. It wouldn’t have been done had she not poked the daylights out of me. That sounded very wrong! Also, thanks to my secondary betas on this fic, Darkbardzero and Sinjenkai. Last but not least, to my partner Michelle for puttng up with my late nights working on this.

SUMMARY: Young and ambitious journalist Riley Jacobsen returns home to Alabama for an undercover story on her town’s former church and opens the door to more than she ever expected.

RATING: Mature, for descriptions of violence, abuse, and f/f sex.

CHALLENGE: Submitted as part of the Epic Proportions challenge.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.

©April 2009


Feedback is crack, folks.  Let me know what you think.


ON HALLOWED GROUND (link to full story)

By Calliope’s Muse

 

CHAPTER 2

 

 

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, I'm a little late doing this.  This was submitted for Ralst's Epic Proportions challenge.  I thought I'd do a little self-pimping.  This is more or less an original fic that I have been meaning to write for a long time, but I used the basic charactistics of Xena and Gabrielle for our main characters.
AUTHOR'S NOTE 2:  I will post this in chapters for those who like it that way, but the link to the full story is below.
THANKS: To my primary beta, Sofia Lindsay, for listening to my insecurities and reading and re-reading this fic. It wouldn’t have been done had she not poked the daylights out of me. That sounded very wrong! Also, thanks to my secondary betas on this fic, Darkbardzero and Sinjenkai. Last but not least, to my partner Michelle for puttng up with my late nights working on this.

SUMMARY: Young and ambitious journalist Riley Jacobsen returns home to Alabama for an undercover story on her town’s former church and opens the door to more than she ever expected.

RATING: Mature, for descriptions of violence, abuse, and f/f sex.

CHALLENGE: Submitted as part of the Epic Proportions challenge.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.

©April 2009


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ON HALLOWED GROUND (link to full story)

By Calliope’s Muse

 

CHAPTER 1

 

 

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Title: Anything for You

Fandom: Xena

Pairing: Gabrielle/Ephiny

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine. I sure wouldn’t mind borrowing them for a weekend though! ;)

A/N: For Sofia. I'm pretending Ephiny never died and was there for Gabrielle after FIN. I hate the ending, but that’s what happens when I write at 2AM.

 

“You don’t know! You have no idea how much it hurts. She was everything to me, Ephiny. My partner, my best friend, my soulmate,” Gabrielle turned away, the tears pouring down her face, “my lover.”

 

Gabrielle’s Regent grabbed at her arm and spun the blonde around, “Godsdamn it, Gabrielle! Do you think this is what Xena wanted for you? Do you think she would want you sitting in this hut day in and day out crying, refusing to eat, refusing to lead…refusing to… live? She’d never let you wallow in pain over her.”

Gabrielle gripped at the hands that held her arms, fighting the tears that wouldn’t seem to stop. “I don’t know what to do, Eph. My life with her was a kind of maddingly ordered chaos. I never knew what was going to happen, but I always knew she’d be there. She always came back and now she’s not coming back and…and…,” Gabrielle crumpled in a heap at Ephiny’s feet, “I don’t know what to do now.”

 

Ephiny got on her knees and took Gabrielle’s face in her hands, brushing the tears away with her thumbs, “Xena was a warrior, Gabrielle. She was bound to die the way she lived. I hate to see you like this.  I want to help, but I feel so helpless.”

 

Gabrielle wasn’t sure what compelled her, but suddenly she leaned forward and kissed Ephiny. It was hesitant at first, and she was sure that Ephiny was going to push her away. When she tilted her head though, Gabrielle pushed her to the mat on the floor. Her hands roamed over firm abs and her nails lightly scratched the outside of Ephiny’s thighs, gradually making her skirt ride higher.

 

Gabrielle broke the kiss to bite the sensitive skin below Ephiny’s ear, causing her to buck her hips into the blonde above her.

 

“Gabrielle…,” Ephiny gasped out, hissing through her teeth when Gabrielle swiftly found her nipple and pinched it, “Gods!!”

 

“Don’t say anything. Please. I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to think. I just,” she leaned back to look into the smoldering hazel eyes of her friend, “I need to forget. Help me forget, just for a few minutes.”

 

Ephiny reached up to tuck a stray blonde strand behind Gabrielle’s ear. The tears were replaced by a blazing fire that she hadn’t seen in nearly two moons, “I’d do anything for you.”

“Anything?”

 

Ephiny wrapped a hand around Gabrielle’s neck and pulled her down into a fierce kiss, “I thought you didn’t want to talk.”

 

The Regent rolled Gabrielle over and wasted no time undoing the straps of leather holding Gabrielle’s skirt together. She leaned over and ran her tongue along the indention of an ab muscle, feeling it twitch and shift underneath her. Her own body responded to the moans above her and the hand in her hair, pushing her lower. But she wouldn’t be led. She wasn’t sure what kind of lover Xena had been, but she doubted she had been docile. 

 

Ephiny brushed the hand in her hair away and straddled Gabrielle’s hips, allowing herself the brief moment of pleasure of feeling Gabrielle buck against her looking for even the smallest amount of friction. As payback for the nipple tweak earlier, Ephiny pushed the leather bodice up over Gabrielle’s breasts and taking each nipple between her fingers gave them a slight twist. It wasn’t enough to hurt, just enough to get a reaction. Gabrielle, in response, hissed and flung her head from side to side.

 

When Ephiny took a nipple into her mouth, Gabrielle scraped at the mat underneath her and arched deeper into the warm mouth above her.

 

“Oh Gods! Ephiny!”

 

She leaned over her Queen, watching with pleasure as the recognition that she had stopped her slow torture dawned. She ran her fingers through the short blonde hair and around to caress along a soft jawline. 

 

“What do you need?”

 

Gabrielle was struggling to control her breathing, “You know.”

 

Ephiny did know. The rage, pain, and anger simmered just below the surface of the green eyes, and there was only one thing that would calm those fires. She sat back and pulled at the cloth around Gabrielle’s waist. Gabrielle then sat up and loosened the straps of her bodice, tossing the leather aside, and laying back completely naked.

 

Ephiny slid her hands along the shapely calves and firm thighs, gently spreading Gabrielle’s legs. Her eyes closed as slowly Ephiny slipped one and then another finger into her. Gabrielle’s lithe body arched at the sensations, her arms reaching over her head to grab onto a pole behind her. 

 

Ephiny watched in amazement as Gabrielle lost herself in the moment. Much like with her life, when she had given her heart to a ill-fated warrior or when she had taken the reins of the Amazon Nation, Gabrielle gave all of herself during sex too. There were no reservations or hesitations, and Ephiny couldn’t help but wonder if Xena had any idea of the beautiful gift she had left behind.

 

When Gabrielle’s hips began to move faster, urging her on, Ephiny sent up a small bit of thanks to Xena for doing just that. She propped herself on one hand over Gabrielle, marveling at the changing features, a wonderous mix of ecstasy and agony, as she added a third finger and pumped harder and faster.

 

“Augh! Oh Gods!!!” Gabrielle growled. It only took a few more thrusts before Gabrielle’s body bowed up tight, and her hips thrust mercilessly against Ephiny’s fingers. Ephiny stayed still for a moment, relishing in the feel of muscles clinching and unclinching around her fingers. When Gabrielle opened her eyes, Ephiny sighed in relief. A familiar twinkle danced on the periphery daring the darkness that had enveloped Gabrielle to show its face. The pain of losing Xena would never completely leave Gabrielle, of this Ephiny was sure, but for the first time in a long time, she knew Gabrielle would be okay. 


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Title: Xena’s Bag of Tricks

Fandom: Um, Xena

Pairing: Well, if we don’t know who the OTP is in this fandom by now!!! Jeez!

Rating: If you don’t pass out by the time you finish this, you’re not human.

Warning/Disclaimer: I’m making no money off my dirty mind, unfortunately. This is just raunchy, dirty, messy sex between a long-term committed couple. If you can’t have that kind of sex with that kind of person in your life, well, it’s time to see a couple’s counselor. Srsly…

A/N: I recommend either watching Season 6’s “Many Happy Returns” (paying particular attention to the items in the bag around the 31:39 clip) or the vid post I have here a couple of links down. I know what’s in that scene, and it confirms what I already knew about their relationship. Some want to argue that it was really Aphrodite’s bag and thus her stuff. She’s the Goddess of Love. She doesn’t need props. Anyhoo, for the sake of the story, I say it was a “gift bag” for Gabrielle from Aphrodite on her birthday, and it’s Xena’s job to put the goodies to good use. *wg*

A/N2: Reading back over this, it’s probably not as dirty as I thought it would be. Hopefully, it’s good enough. 

 

 

Gabrielle poked at the fire trying to hurry it along in the process of cooking their dinner while she waited for Xena to return from doing a perimeter check. It had been a great day, probably one of the best birthdays she had ever had…ever. Just thinking about the poem Xena had Sappho write for her made her heart melt a little more. You wouldn’t know it to look at her, but Xena was an incurable romantic. Gabrielle counted her blessings that she was the one that got to see it. 

 

She was lost in her thoughts when a sudden noise behind her made her jump, instinctively getting in her fighting stance. From behind the tree, Xena stepped out, but she was dressed up again in the outfit she had worn to pass herself off as Genia’s father. Gabrielle was just thankful that Xena had foregone the tunic stuffed in her shirt to give her the big belly look. 

 

“Xena, what in the world are you doing in that get up?” Gabrielle shook her head. Even after six years, she still could be baffled by her partner.

 

Xena smirked at her mischievously and looked to the star-filled sky, “I’m guessing there are still several candlemarks left for your birthday. Maybe there’s still some celebrating to do.”

 

Gabrielle quirked an eyebrow, finally letting it click to Xena’s meaning, “Really.”

 

Xena stepped a little closer, “Yep.”

“And what do you intend to do with these few remaining candlemarks, Xena? Play dress-up?”

 

“Um, no…more like Undress-up,” she tossed a familiar bag at Gabrielle, the blonde catching it easily.

 

“Why are you giving me Hermes’ helmet?”

 

“That’s not the helmet. Take a look.” Xena tried to hold back a full-blown grin, knowing what was coming. Gabrielle peered down into the bag. It was hard to see in the low light of the fire so she reached in, and just as fast, she jerked back and stuck her head further into the bag.

 

“What in Hades?!” Xena handed Gabrielle a small piece of parchment. She held it up to the firelight to read.

 

Gabby,

Happy Birthday, sweetie! You and Xena are my best friends ever, and Goddesses just don’t have best friends so…Anyway, I wanted to do something special for my favorite couple. You guys have been through a lot over the years, but I’ve never seen two people love so deeply in spite of the circumstances, then you two. Think of this little “gift bag” as your special bag of tricks when you two need to spice it up a bit. Not that you have any problem with that. I remember your last visit with the Amazons!!! Ahem…anyhoo…toodles!

‘Dite

 

Gabrielle looked at Xena crossly, “We have no secrets anymore, do we? Varia is SUCH a loudmouth!”

 

“Um, honey…Aphrodite’s a goddess. She doesn’t need anyone to tell her about us. I think she’s always known. Actually, I think she knew before we knew, but that’s a whole other story,” Xena rambled, wanting to move things along, “You’re not looking in the bag.”

 

Gabrielle glared at Xena before reaching back in. Slowly she pulled out a really long whip with some white beads tethered to the end. Her eyebrows went into her hairline.

 

“What exactly is this for? You know I’m not into the slave girl stuff, Xena!”

 

Xena leaned over and whispered into Gabrielle’s ear, her eyes bugging out at what Xena was telling her, “Oh my…um, maybe later.”

 

Gabrielle then pulled out a chain and collar, “Oh, I know what that’s for!!! No explanation needed there.” Gabrielle shook the empty bag, “That’s it?”

 

Xena stepped in closer to Gabrielle, letting her body slide along the other woman’s, “Not quite.”

 

Gabrielle gulped at the hardness she felt pressed against her thigh, “It’s been a while, Gabrielle.” Xena leaned in to nuzzle the sensitive spot under Gabrielle’s ear, putting her hand on the lower part of her back and pulling her firmly to her.

 

“But I love you just the way you are. We don’t need this,” Gabrielle tilted her head to the side, relishing in the feel of Xena’s lips softly sucking on her skin.

 

Xena pulled back to look into Gabrielle’s now lust-clouded eyes, “But you want it, don’t you Gabrielle? You want me inside of you. You want me to take you, hard and deep.”

 

Gabrielle was finding it hard to breathe, the words setting off every trigger in her body, “Yes.” She gasped out.

 

After all of their time together, it was all of the permission Xena needed. She could feel the desire and heat radiating through Gabrielle’s body. It was as much a drug to her as her smile or her laugh. She needed to give this to Gabrielle as much as Gabrielle needed it in return.

 

“Lay down for me, baby.” Gabrielle complied but not directly, not before kissing Xena hard and letting her hands roam over the warrior’s back, ending at her ass. She pulled Xena into her and rolled her hips against her to give the full effect. Xena moaned into the kiss before pulling away and urging her to get on the blankets.

 

Gabrielle wasn’t done. Spread out on the blankets, she ran her fingers along the inside of her thigh. She smirked when Xena swayed unsteady on her feet. Rarely was Xena vulnerable, weak from blatant want, and Gabrielle was the only one with the power to do it to her. Gabrielle slipped her underwear off and spread her legs to Xena’s view.

 

“Do you want this, warrior?” Xena licked her lips and smiled.

 

“Gods, I love it when you like playing dirty.”

 

Gabrielle quirked an eyebrow and sat up on her knees, right at eye level with Xena’s waist. She undid the laces of her leather pants, putting slight pressure against the toy within just so she could watch Xena squirm. Reaching in, she got her first look at Aphrodite’s gift. She tried not to let her shock at its size and length show. Apparently, her goddess friend had a great deal of confidence in both her and Xena’s abilities.

 

She undid the straps of her leather top and loosened her skirt, throwing both aside, and moving back to the blankets. With a curve of her finger in Xena’s direction, she gestured for her to come closer. Xena went to Gabrielle’s side and propped herself up on one arm.

 

She smiled at Xena and the not-so-subtle cautiousness the warrior was taking. Even after all this time, Xena still had moments where she worried about hurting Gabrielle or doing something wrong in their relationship. Gabrielle curled up on her side and looked at her curiously. Reaching up, she removed the ridiculous mustache and turban holding back her hair.

 

“I want Xena. Not a costumed fantasy,” she ran her fingers through the dark hair, loosening it even more.

 

Xena glanced down at the toy attached to her, “This isn’t me.”

 

Gabrielle ran her hand up the nape of Xena’s neck, pulling her in so their lips were almost touching, “But what you’re going to do to me with that is.” Then she kissed her, a hungry, rough kiss that made Gabrielle’s blood race and her heart pound.

 

Using one hand, she unbuttoned the shirt and pushed it off of strong, familiar shoulders, while Xena kicked off the pants and boots. They pulled away from the kiss with a gasp as Xena rolled on top of her. She rolled her hips into Gabrielle, teasing her with the shaft of the toy. After a moment’s pause, Xena leaned in to kiss her again. This time it was slower but deeper with years of meaning built into it.

 

Xena pulled back to guide the tip into Gabrielle, watching the face of her lover as green eyes closed and her head fell back, “Oh…Xena.” A low growl rumbled in the back of Xena throat. She never tired of seeing Gabrielle like this. She leaned over and kissed along Gabrielle’s collarbone, slowly working up her neck, until she reached just below her ear.

 

Gabrielle rolled her head to the side, moaning at the double sensation. Every inch higher Xena kissed on her neck was a little deeper she sank into her. Eventually, Xena sat back on her knees and lifted Gabrielle by the hips, sliding her further onto the dildo until she was resting across Xena’s waist, making her body arch.

 

“Oh Gods! Mmmmm, Xena.” Her hips began to respond to the thorough invasion, encouraging Xena to move thrust her hips in time to Gabrielle’s movement. Within seconds, they had created a rhythm as Xena thrust in and out.

 

Soon, they were both panting at the exertion and Gabrielle’s hands were bunching the blankets tightly in her fists. She knew she was getting close, the steady in and out rhythm making her walls clench in anticipation.

 

Gabrielle reached for Xena, “Come here. I need to feel you.”

 

She pulled Xena down on top of her, adjusting their positions so she could wrap her legs around Xena’s waist, “Faster, Xena. Oh gods, faster.” She panted her commands, feeling herself getting closer, every muscle in her body tightening and releasing.

 

Xena leaned over, kissing and panting against Gabrielle’s neck. Feeling Gabrielle grip tightly at her back, her blunt nails digging in, she whispered to her, “Come for me.” As if her words gave Gabrielle’s body permission, she felt her arch up suddenly and holding it. The only sound or movement was the growl being ripped from Gabrielle’s throat and a raw, throaty sigh of Xena’s name.

 

She held still, letting Gabrielle’s body relax and her head clear, “Are you okay?”

 

“Oh, I’m wonderful!” Gabrielle giggled. “But if you bring out those beads, I may just run away.”

 

Xena laughed and pulled Gabrielle over to her, settling her into the curve of her arm, “Tomorrow night then?”

 

Gabrielle chuckled, “As long as I get my turn to use those chains and collar on you.”

 

Xena shrugged, “Sometimes it’s fun to be the slave girl.”
 

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I just uploaded a snippet from the Xena, Season 6 episode "Many Happy Returns" to You Tube because I swear that I see something that SOOOOO tells the world that Xena and Gabrielle are lovers!!!

You guys HAVE to watch it and tell me what you think. 



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Title: The Girl From Cirra

Fandom: Xena

Pairing: Gabrielle/Callisto (the naughty duo is back!!!)

Rating: It’s smut, but it didn’t end up as dirty as I planned. *mutters* Damn characters take on a life of their own!

A/N: This is what happens in the episode “Callisto” between when she kidnaps Gabrielle and Xena comes to Gabrielle’s rescue. 

A/N2: The ending is kind of cheesy. It was my best late night attempt at giving a nod to the future episodes “Return of Callisto” and “Seeds of Faith.”

 

The blonde warrior threw Gabrielle to the ground as she tore into her army’s campground. Bolting off the back of her horse, she grabbed Gabrielle up by her hair and tied her arms quickly behind her back. 

 

She turned to her lieutenant, “Get the rope and then get out.”

 

He looked at her confused and she tilted her head at the thickheaded man, so she spoke slowly, “This isn’t a peep show. Get the rope and get out.”

 

He swallowed hard as he looked from Callisto to the little village girl finally getting the picture, “As you wish.”

 

Callisto turned back to Gabrielle. She walked slowly around the smaller woman, openly appraising her with her eyes.

 

“Why are you doing this?” Gabrielle got right to the point, and Callisto rolled her eyes.

 

“A little slow on the uptake? You’re as clueless as Xena sometimes. I guess you missed the part earlier when I told Xena I was going to destroy everything she loves. And while Xena may not realize it yet, you’re part of that deal.” Gabrielle’s green eyes burned with obvious anger.

 

“You won’t get away with this. She’s going to catch you, and you’ll pay for what you’ve done.”

 

Callisto laughed evilly, “Oh, I hope so, and what better way to rile Xena’s thirst for revenge than to take what she values most.”

 

Gabrielle tried to hide the shaking of her voice as she spoke, “And that is?”

 

The warrior leered openly at Gabrielle’s body as she licked her lips, stepping closer to whisper in Gabrielle’s ear, “Why, your innocence, of course.”

 

Gabrielle watched as the lieutenant returned with the rope and the men quickly dispersed. It was suddenly so quiet that she could hear her own heartbeat pick up its pace and thud in her ears. Callisto picked up the rope and silently began to knot it.

 

“It’s a shame really.”

 

At the unusually soft tone of Callisto’s voice, Gabrielle felt a peace come over her. It was a strange sensation given the situation, but for a split second, Gabrielle caught a glimpse of the young girl from Cirra before she was tarnished and damaged by war and hate. She imagined her out of the armor and in a simple village dress. In another place and time, Callisto would have been her friend.

 

“What’s a shame?”

 

Callisto turned surprisingly soft brown eyes on Gabrielle. “It’s a shame that Xena doesn’t see what I see. She turns you away when you reach for her. You try to wipe away her tears and she stupidly pushes you away.”

 

“You were there? By our camp the other night?”

 

Callisto’s far away stare came back to her and she acknowledged Gabrielle’s comment with a nod, “It was one of many times. I know why she does it though…pushes you away. It’s not because she doesn’t love you. She does with every fiber of her being, or believe me, you wouldn’t be here right now. But, you’re the one thing in her life that’s pure and untouched, completely innocent, and she can’t take that from you. She can’t taint you with her passion and desire.”

 

Then right before Gabrielle eyes, the brown eyes clouded and turned cold, a sneer pulling at the corner of Callisto’s mouth, “But I can.”

 

“Xena doesn’t think of me that way.”

 

“But you want her to, don’t you? I’ve seen the look in your eye when you’ve reached for her. I’ve watched you watch her as she sleeps.” Callisto stepped close and pulled a knife from the holster at her waist, making Gabrielle’s heart leap with fear. She ran the blade gently so as not to break the skin along Gabrielle stomach, until it was between her breasts.

 

Callisto smiled in pleasure when she heard the hitch in Gabrielle’s breath, “You want her to kiss you, romantically and softly by the fire at night. Don’t you? You want her to make love to you on a bed of furs under a blanket of stars. How pukingly romantic is that?! Augh!”

 

“But what you won’t tell her,” Callisto ran the blade along the edge of Gabrielle’s breast, “What you’ll never tell her is how badly you want her to fuck you. Hard.”

 

Gabrielle’s nostrils flared and her body shook. She was trying desperately to hold back the moan that was building in her. Callisto’s words and their implications were hitting close to home and the cold edge of the knife caused an unwilled throbbing to start low in her belly. She held back determined not to give Callisto the satisfaction of seeing her squirm. She tried to shut down her mind and refuse to think about what was happening, but all that did was awaken her body to the intensity of sensation coursing through her.

 

Callisto stepped around behind Gabrielle, leaning forward until her lips were at Gabrielle’s ear, “You want it, don’t you? You want to feel her inside of you, her fingers touching you…inside, her tongue tasting your salty skin, her dark hair spread out over your thighs as she…”

 

“Stop it!” Gabrielle couldn’t take it anymore. “Please, just stop.”

 

“Not until you admit it. Not until you tell me your darkest, dirtiest secrets.”

 

Gabrielle closed her eyes, trying to gain some control over her body, “I can’t.”

 

“You can because you need to. You want to. Tell me how you want her to lick the inside of your creamy thighs,” Callisto’s hand ran up the outside of Gabrielle’s thigh, sliding along the soft skin where thighs met. Gabrielle bit down on her lip, as she closed her eyes, willing away the sensation Callisto’s touch provoked.

 

“Tell me how you want her to slide her fingers here,” Callisto deftly dipped under Gabrielle’s thin breeches to the wet warmth between her legs. Gabrielle tried to pull away but not before a whimper escaped her lips, and the fingers dipped lower.

 

“Gods!” Gabrielle gave up the fight and dropped her head back on Callisto’s shoulder. If she closed her eyes, she could believe this was really her and Xena. She relaxed her body, giving Callisto better access, as she let her mind drift away with the fantasy.

 

Callisto felt a rush of adrenaline at the sudden turn of events. She flung the unused knife onto the sandy ground, finding a far better use for her free hand when she pulled the top down and gently fondled Gabrielle’s breast.

 

The hand between Gabrielle’s legs became more insistent, stroking further down, driving her crazy. Callisto hesitated at Gabrielle’s opening. She was tight, and the implication of what Callisto was about to do hit her full force.

 

She closed her eyes tight and whispered in Gabrielle’s ear, “I can’t.”

 

“And if I want you to?”

 

Callisto opened her eyes to look at understanding green staring back at her, and she smiled sadly, “But you don’t want me to. You want Xena to.”

 

Then there she was again, the young woman from Cirra. Gabrielle stared at her, memorizing her face, trying to force into her memory that no matter what happened Callisto was just a girl from Cirra.

 

“I do. I do want it to be Xena, but I still don’t want you to stop. Just keep touching me.” She leaned in to the slightly taller blonde and kissed her. It was hesitant at first until Gabrielle opened her lips to invite Callisto in, their tongues softly dancing over each other, taking their time tasting each other. Gabrielle pulled back slightly, barely breaking contact, and close enough to feel their warm breath on their faces.

 

“Don’t stop.” Callisto slowly picked up the pace again, her fingers sliding easily over slick flesh, until she stroked Gabrielle’s clit to attention. Gabrielle’s eyes flew open and locked onto Callisto’s. “Oh gods!”

 

Gabrielle’s body went rigid and shook. Callisto waited, her arm still around Gabrielle’s waist, holding her up. When Gabrielle looked up, Callisto raised a finger to her lips.

 

“Not a word.” She heard voices in the distance and a bird call that signaled Xena was approaching. Soon her camp would be swarming with people, so she busied herself with putting Gabrielle’s clothes back in order.

 

Gabrielle looked at her questioningly, at an uncharacteristic loss for words. Callisto looked at her one last time as the steady sound of approaching hooves got closer. In spite of all of her evil deeds and shortcomings, Callisto knew Xena and Gabrielle were meant to be and if she could ever do some small part to make it happen, she’d give her life to keep them together.


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Something fun I wanted to do for Halloween.

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Title: Politics – Xena style

Fandom: Xena

Pairing: None really.

Rating: PG-13 for language.

A/N: This is a parody on American politics. With the election only a couple of weeks away, it seemed a good time for this.

A/N2: This came about because of some comments I’ve been hearing on other forums comparing Palin to Xena. Personally, I don’t get it, but I thought “What the hell?! What happens if I play with that idea a bit.” This was the result.  Suddenly, I had this huge cast and tons of ideas, but right now, I'm sick of politics so this is the abridged version.

Warning: If you are sensitive to political snarkiness, you may want to avoid this. I’m not nice to really either party, but by nature, I take more digs at one than the other. I’m forewarning you now. If you can’t take a joke, please don’t read.

 

 

Xena glanced over Gabrielle’s shoulder, trying to read the scroll sent by courier to their remote location.

 

“What’s that big word there?”

 

“President.”

 

Xena furrowed her brow, “What does president mean?”

 

Gabrielle let out a long-suffering sigh at her companion, rubbing the space between her eyes, “Apparently, it’s the person in charge of this city-state. They’re having problems resolving some issues so they’re having something called an election where the people vote on who they want to run the country.”

 

“Oh,” Xena paused, confused, “I guess there’s not a rich or powerful person to just take over.”

 

“They have something called a democracy, so they don’t fight to resolve their problems.”

 

Xena shrugged, “Always worked for me!”

 

Gabrielle shook her head, “Come on, let’s go and see if we can help.”

 

Two days later the pair arrived at the gates of Amerilos. Xena went through the ritual of stabling Argo, while Gabrielle found shelter and food. Gabrielle strolled to the center of the town, noticing instantly all of the banners and posters that seemed to cover every wall. Stepping closer, she read the parchment, “Vote for real change! Vote Hercules/Iolaus in ‘8.” 

 

“Whoa! Wait ‘til I tell Xena about this!”

 

Gabrielle found a corner table at the tavern and listened closely to the surrounding discussions. This election thing was apparently the talk of the town.

 

Two men stood next to her in a heated argument about property taxes. One didn’t seem to like his hard-earned money going to help rebuild a bridge in the poor part of town.

 

“Better than a bridge to nowhere!” The other man bellowed back.

 

“It’s not going to nowhere, you idiot! It’s supposed to connect us to Corinth, making us a hub of commerce and industry. But, you…you,” he poked the other man hard in the chest, “want to give it to those lazy, no-good-for-nothings mooching off us taxpayers.”

 

The poke had pushed the man off balance and into Gabrielle’s table, making her jump to her feet. At that same moment, Xena walked in and swiftly grabbed up both men by the necks.

 

“What’s the problem here, boys?” The two men were speechless, not only because of the fingers wrapped around their throats, but the fabulous view of ample cleavage. Gabrielle jumped in.

 

“Put them down, Xena. They’re just having a heated debate that has something to do with this election.”

 

The warrior leaned down into the men’s faces, “So, what’s the issue?”

 

Both men were dumbstruck as they got a better view of Xena’s cleavage until they came back to their senses at the same time, each pointing at the other, and babbling meaningless jibberish.

 

Xena shut them up by putting the pinch on both at the same time, standing up, she looked at her blonde friend, “Gabrielle?”

 

She pointed at the man closest to her, “He wants to use taxpayer money to rebuild a local bridge. The other one wants a bridge to be built to Corinth instead.”

 

Xena shrugged, “Corinth is a major commerce city. It would bring a lot of money into the city. Makes sense.”

 

Gabrielle looked at her incredulously, “But the other bridge is for the citizens of this country to use to get from one place to another?”

 

Xena took the pinch off the men, who were both writhing in agony, just in time, “Is that true?”

 

The more outspoken one, gasped, “Yes, but it’s only to benefit the poorest part of our country and they only weigh us down. They provide no benefit to our country.”

 

“I can’t believe you just said that, Borus! Your cousin lives there!”

 

“Yeah, and he’s a loser!”

 

The men started to go at each other again before Xena simultaneously punched both out.

 

“Oh, that’s a great first impression, Xena! Why do you always resort to force?”

 

Xena shrugged, “It works.”

 

“So what are we going to do about this?”

 

“There’s nothing to do, Gabrielle. You heard the guy. The bridge to Corinth will bring in lots of money to Amerilos.”

 

Gabrielle crossed her arms in defiance, “You agree with him then?”

 

“Gabrielle,” she looked at her like what was coming was the most obvious thing in the world, “It’s for the Greater Good.”

 

At that moment, Hercules and Iolaus entered with a cheering entourage. They shook hands and kissed babies, taking stage and giving each other a fist bump.

 

“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you something,” Xena narrowed her eyes at Gabrielle.

 

Suddenly Ares and Joxer come barreling through the door. Ares leaps up on the stage and nudges Hercules to the side, “Step aside, Junior!”

 

Joxer grabs Ares hand and throws it in the air in a sign of victory. Wild cheering ensues, while a hag in the back tosses her bra at Ares, “Pick me, pick me!” Joxer waves his hands at the crowd, urging them to quiet down.

 

“Yes, my dear lady, you have heard right. As President of Amerilos, I have chosen Ares as the nominee of our party and he is in search of a running mate.” Out of the blue, Ares looks adoringly at Joxer and wraps his arms around his waist, practically nuzzling his neck.

 

Xena looked kind of green. She leaned over to Gabrielle, “How much nutbread did you slip me last night?”

 

“Um, not THAT much!” Gabrielle’s mouth was openly gaping at the display in front of her.

 

“Maybe it’s some bizarre alternate universe.”

 

“I have no idea, but this is TOO weird! Joxer runs this place? He can’t tell the difference between his ass and a bowl of venison stew!”

 

On the stage, Ares finally broke his hold on Joxer, “This man has earned our admiration, and our love. For that, I proudly accept the nomination for the party.”

 

Joxer patted Ares on the head, “Yeah, yeah, I love ya too, man!”

 

Ares clapped his hands together, “Alright then, let’s get started!” He looked around the room, “You, yeah you with the tight ass and big boobs. Yeah, come on up here.” 

 

Both Gabrielle and Xena watched in shock as the buxom blonde strutted to the stage, “What the fuck is Callisto doing here?” 

 

“And your name is, honey?”

 

“Annie, Annie Coultopulous,” Xena’s eyes narrowed as she watched the vixen practically straddle Ares.

 

“Nice name, Annie. So,” his eyes wandered to the cleavage in front of him, “Tell me what do you think of the Chin’s demands for citizenship in Amerilos? They refuse to learn our language, yet they want to be citizens.”

 

Annie grinned evilly, "We should invade their countries, kill their leaders, and convert them to polytheism."

 

“Ohhh, I like that!”

 

Xena couldn’t believe what she was hearing! If anyone should be in charge, it should be her. She had the credentials after all. Callisto, or whatever she was calling herself, was nothing more than a crazy woman in a pretty wrapping. Someone had to stop this!

 

“What about the Corinth bridge?” Several people in the audience muttered. Stupid bridge. Waste of money. Why in that freakin’ loser neighborhood? Xena gave them all a deadly look, effectively shutting them up.

 

Annie looked shocked and caught off guard, “What? Is that some perverse idea of those boy-lovers in Athens? They’re destroying our society and our marriages!”

 

“No, it’s not,” Xena stepped up on the stage, “It’s the best damn idea this side of the Aegean, and I’m all for it! It’s for the good of the people and for the good of Amerilos. We should all gladly give of ourselves and our money to ensure its success.”

 

Hercules suddenly joined in, “And what makes you an expert on this matter?”

 

Xena raised an eyebrow at her former mentor, “For one, I was raised in Amphipolis, and I…,” she held her head high, “I can see Corinth from my house!”

 

Ares pushed Annie off the stage and raised their intertwined hands before the cheering crowd, “Welcome to the party, sweetcheeks.”

 

“Wait a minute, hold up!” Hercules bellowed over the crowd, “That’s not enough qualifications for being a running mate!”

 

Ares snapped his hand toward Hercules, “Oh yeah! Well, THAT ONE would have you thinking that something can come from nothing. That all we have to do is wish it, and it will be so. All this do good crap and helping out your fellow man. Puhleeze! We,” he motioned to his new, sexy running mate, “have the answers. My friends, you won’t feel a thing. We’ll take out the money as taxes. After all, you can’t miss what you never had, right?”

 

Xena slapped Ares on the back, knocking him forward, “That’s darn tootin’!” She winked at the crowd, making the men swoon.

 

In the back, no one heard Gabrielle pass out from shock.

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It seems I have a new addiction...Photoshop.  I got to playing around and made some random images.  I haven't figured out how to make different sizes like icons and walls or banners.  This is the result so far.







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Title:  Guilty Pleasures

Fandom: Xena

Pairing: Gabrielle/Callisto (yeah, you read that right!)

Rating:  oh my…um, is raunchy a category?

A/N:  I guess this is kind of for Sofia.  She needed some smut and she has a thing for Callisto, so… *wg*  The story was inspired by the pic above. 

A/N2: I wrote this in less than an hour so the quality of my writing may really suck.  My apologies.  This kind of hit me out of nowhere so any mistakes are definitely mine.  BTW, I’ve never written Callisto before either.

Warning: Gabrielle is a bad, bad girl in this!  If you like her innocent, turn away now.

Disclaimer:  Don’t own a thing, but my dirty mind.

 

I felt the rush overtake my body as she held the dagger to my throat.  Part of me knew I should be mourning the death of Perdicus, it was what was expected, but I had stopped thinking about him a long time ago.  Xena wasn’t even here to save me now, and I was actually glad.  I was sick of being seen as the fragile little girl, some innocent that she needed to protect from all the bad in the world.  She didn’t know the thoughts that ran through my head.  She had no idea the times I’ve watched her naked skin glistening as she stepped from a lake or imagined her fingers tracing lines of fire across my skin, pushing into me with a fierceness that made me shake with need.

 

No, Xena had no idea that I’m glad she wasn’t here right now to see what I’m about to do.  I licked my lips savoring the moment, knowing it would take little to convince this woman to take me hard and quickly.  She saw the change and evil glint in my eye and smirked.  With a flick of my wrist, the dagger flew across the room clattering to the floor.  I barely noticed the reverberation through the cave as my vision tunneled into one lone image.  Those lips.

 

I lunged at Callisto, grabbing her roughly by the back of her neck, and wasted no time plunging my tongue into her hot mouth.  She moaned and struggled beneath me as I pushed her to the cave floor, ripping at her clothes.  She jerked away and smirked, “I take it this is a side Xena hasn’t seen yet.”

 

Without thought, I slapped her hard, “Don’t mention her name.  I don’t want to hear it right now.”

 

Callisto licked at the trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth, the look of shock turning rapidly into lust, “Then what DO you want.”

 

I slid back off of her and slowly stood up, looking down at her with an icy glare.  This wasn’t love.  It wasn’t even lust.  It was a need, a craving, and there was no one else that I knew that could give it to me right now.  I walked back until I bumped into a large boulder.  Turning, I stretched myself across the rock, face down.  Looking back, I saw a wicked smile spread across Callisto’s lips.

 

“Oh, you are one naughty little girl, aren’t you?”

 

Giving her one last look of warning, I turned away from her, “It’s not your mouth I want.  You know what to do.”

 

She pushed between my shoulder blades, holding me down with one hand, and the other ripped at the thin material covering me under my skirt.  I felt the blood rush from every part of my body into this one point, the slow, steady pulse becoming almost unbearable, until I felt two fingers enter me roughly.

 

“Augghh…oh gods,” tears came to my eyes at the sudden sensation, and my fingers dug helplessly at the rock as I felt her slide out and plunge back in.

 

“Is this what you want?  Is this what you need, have needed for so long?”  I try hard to muffle the moans tumbling out of me, but she adds another finger as she reaches up to yank back on my hair.  “Tell me.”

 

“Yes,” my strangled cry makes the word barely audible.  She lets my hair go and pushes me back down.  She continues to pump into me, harder and harder with each thrust.  I’m sure I’m going to break into, but I can’t stop now.  I try desperately to move my hips, to meet the thrusts, as she backs off, playing with me.

 

“Don’t you dare fucking tease me!  Finish it!”  She moves her hand off my back, gripping my hip, allowing me freedom to move, and I do.  I start bucking wildly onto her hand, groaning until I feel the tingle of an orgasm beginning.  With one last thrust, I tighten down on the hand inside of me, feeling the relief flood through my body.  She doesn’t wait until the pulsing subsides before removing her fingers.  She doesn’t wait for the awkward moments after or even expect anything in return.  She simply turns and leaves, and for that, I’m grateful.

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 I did this one last minute, but I was in a romantic mood and the music fit so...there you go.

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