Disclaimers: This is about 2 women who love each other more than friends. You take it from there.
This is a short something...was in the mood to write a thing....
Xena laid there panting on top of Gabrielle, gasping for air after another mind blowing orgasm. At least, it appeared to her, that lately, all of her orgasms were mind blowing. She wasn't quite sure why this was. Was it just skills on the part of the bard, or was it just because of the love she had for Gabrielle.
She felt small hands rub up and down her back.
Was she too much for the bard? They had been making love two or three times a day, every day for the last year or so. I don't think I even give Gabrielle the choice. I just come to her whenever I'm in the mood and don't even bother to see if she's in the mood too. But I can't help myself, she gets me in the mood all the time!
The hands that were rubbing her back now moved to her sides, and the legs that had been entwined between hers now opened and wrapped themselves around longer ones.
Xena nuzzled her nose deeper into Gabrielle's neck, smiling as she still could detect the dampness and the clean sweat of her lover. They alwasy worked up a nice sweat between the both of them since their love making was usually very intense and passionate.
I should ask her. I should find out what she thinks, how she feels. Maybe I should find out why she makes me insatiable. Find out if she's getting tired of....
Xena tried to remember what had set her off that had set her running to search for a secluded area where she could ravish her partner. Had it been the wind blowing in her direction, bringing with it the bard's delicious scent? Had it been when the prettiest green eyes she'd ever seen turned her way? Could it have been the casual touch on her arm that cause a warmth to travel directly south?
What had she told Gabrielle? Had she even said anything to her, or was it just drag-slam-kiss and bang, inside of her. But the bard had been ready, wet, right? She remebered the soft moans, the strong grip on her body, the whispered words of lust Gabrielle uttered every so often.
I should ask her if I want her too much too often. I should ask. I think I'll ask her now.
"Gabrielle....uh...oh gods, that feels sooo...good."
"I'm not finished yet, warrior. You know once is not enough for me, don't you? You can ask me later." Gabrielle whispered as she set her hand in motion.
Gods, I love the way her hands feel on my breast. Ask her? Ask her what?