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Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I sure wish I did. They belong to whoever does. I'm just borrowing them, and I promise to give them back.

Sex: Yes, right now. OH! You mean in the story... Yes, it's sort of the point. It's a PWP.

Violence/Language: No violence, but the language can be rather colorful.

This one's for Shana. *grin* Partly because she urged me, and partly because I wanted to.

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"Xena?" Gabrielle asked me, as we walked along the dusty, dry road.

"Yes," I answered her, noticing a bead of sweat drip from her shoulder blades, down her back, disappearing underneath the waistband of her skirt.

I could never tire of looking at her. She was like an answer to a prayer that I never knew I had. When I came upon Potideia, all those years ago, I didn't know that my soulmate was there. I just knew that I was jaded, needing something, anything different from the life I knew. She gave it to me. She is my savior, and I am her hero. It turned out; we both needed each other.

"Can we stop soon?" She sounded frustrated, and wiped her hand across her sweaty forehead.

What can I say? I was sweaty and tired too. Being nearly eight months pregnant didn't help. I was like a portable blast furnace. Gabrielle even refused to sleep right next to me on extremely warm nights.

I looked up at the hill, which was more of a mountain really. We were walking around the base of it. It was a bit too rocky for us to climb over, but I knew that we could eventually make our way around it.

"There," I pointed to the entrance of a cave that was nearly hidden by brush.

"A cave?" Gabrielle asked, sounding pleased.

"Yep, and it's perfect for us," I replied, smiling at my bard, who was smiling back at me.

~*~

"Xena... it's beautiful!" Gabrielle exclaimed, looking around the large cave. It was tall and wide, with a small hole in the ceiling, perfect for venting smoke from a fire. The walls were mostly gray stone, but every now and then a line of sparkling crystal wound its way north, making the chamber sparkle.

"I used to use this cave a lot," I said softly. In fact, the last time I was here, I was recovering from the gauntlet, but she didn't need to know that.

Gabrielle put her things down, and walked further into the cave. Just as I expected, she was intrigued, and followed the bend. I knew exactly what was back there. I hear her gasp with surprise.

"Xena! There's a spring here!" she said, almost laughing. "And it's warm too!" She started undressing quickly, as if her tail was on fire.

"Whoa there, o impatient one," I laughed. She did have a one-track mind. Not that I was complaining, but I knew from experience that if there wasn't a fire when we got out of the spring, we'd both be shivering.

"You get the fire," I told her, "and I'll get us some dinner."

She nodded reluctantly, but we both left together on our appointed tasks.

~*~

When I got back there was a nice, small fire, with a spit already rigged up next to it. I squewered the rabbits, but left them aside, spying Gabrielle's pile of clothes on our bedroll.

I stripped too, peeling sweat-soaked leather from my body. If I stood straight and looked down, I couldn't see my feet. My pregnant stomach stuck out, my belly button was starting to stick out, and my nipples had darkened, and become somewhat bigger. My ankles were swollen, my breasts heavy, and I just felt less attractive nearly every day.

Oh, my bard, she always told my how beautiful I was. And I probably was. I know she would be if she were carrying our child, but I felt like my body was going insane. Something new happened nearly everyday. Why today, my breasts started leaking fluid. I remember from being pregnant with my son, that this didn't happen until I was nearly ready to deliver him.

I made my way back to the spring, finding my bard, lounging in the warm, clear water. She lit several small candles, giving the chamber some light of its own.

I could feel her eyes upon me. I looked down to see her smirking, running her eyes up and down my naked body.

"Come here, Xena," she beckoned me, "Let me wash you," she said as she soaped up her hands. I knew better.

"I think you have more on your mind that washing a road dirty Warrior Princess," I answered her, returned the smirk.

I held out my hand for the soap. She hesitated, and then pouted her cute little pout that wrinkles up her nose.

"Patience, my little one," I tsked her, "There will be plenty of time for... sensual things when I'm clean."

Oh, I knew what I was doing. I'm so bad sometimes. I stood, after a quick dunking, and began to soap myself. I started with my stomach, soaping slowly and thoroughly, working my way down and up, fingertips brushing my pubic hair and the undersides of my breasts. Eventually, I abandoned down lower, and soaped up higher, cupping a heavy breast in each hand. I pretended to not look at my love, but I would sneak glances at her. She was riveted to the movement of my hands, and I could tell that she was getting aroused. It was my intention. Oh yes, sometimes I am so evil.

I soaped my arms, my face, and then slowly, ever so slowly, I slid my hands over my burgeoning belly, down to my pubic hair. I intentionally avoided the area once again, and slid my hands down my legs, washing between each toe, then doing the same for the other. It wasn't long before my hands found their way back to the hair between my legs.

I looked directly at Gabrielle's face. Her eyes were glued to my hands, my fingers specifically, as they rhythmically stroked through the hair.

"Gabrielle," I said.

"Hmm?" She answered, eyes still not moving from my fingers.

'Oh, my little horny bard, you are altogether way too easy,' I thought, smirking.

"Gabrielle, up here," I smiled at her, as I saw her internal struggle to do what I asked, and her desire to keep looking. "Rinse me."

She grabbed one of our sponges, and began to squeeze the delightfully warm water all over me. She lightly ran the sponge over my shoulders and neck, then down my breasts. I smiled at her when I heard her gasp at my hardening nipples. She made a move to slide the sponge between my legs, but I reached out a hand to stop her.

"Xena," she almost whined, "Please let me touch you."

She trembled, nearly overcome with her desire. I pulled back my teasing a little bit. I may be the Warrior Princess, but I'm not cruel.

I sat down in the water, and reached for her. "I want to hold you for a bit," I whispered in her ear, "We haven't been this close in ages." I spun her around on my lap so that she was facing me, but a little off to the side. This way she could cuddle up to me and be more comfortable. She hummed in pleasure as she laid her head on my shoulder.

Her sweet breath tickled my neck, and did things that went straight to my clit. I brought my fingers tips up, gently to the sides of her breasts. I knew she loved it when I stroked them this way, and I could feel the rosy nipples harden against me.

She moaned softly in my ear, and I smiled feeling the almost imperceptible movement of her hips. I slide my hands around taking her nipples in my fingers and gently pulling and rolling them.

"Gods... Xena..." she gasped, her face growing flushed.

I slid my hands back down and pulled her body tightly against mine. I felt her ticklish pubic hair against me, and smirked when she gasped. She was so aroused, that I could feel her blood-filled clit pressed against me. Gods, how I wanted her. I wanted to hear her scream, so see her moan, and feel her wetness all over my fingers, or rather... my stomach.

I took a firm hold her luscious ass, and began to slide her up and down. Her beautiful green eyes popped open in surprise, when she realized what I wanted her to do.

She opened her mouth to protest. "Sssh, Gabrielle," I spoke quietly, "I've seen how you look at me. I've seen how you eye my growing belly. I know you want this..."

Gabrielle nodded, flushing. I chuckled at that. Here was a woman who could fuck me with abandon, but who always gets embarrassed at being caught at something.

I didn't want to let go of her ass, so I bent forward and took a bud between my teeth. I wanted to suck her gorgeous tits. They were one of my favorite places to linger.

She threw her head back, as I took the nipple in my mouth. Her rhythm was getting faster and harder. She was already close, so close that her whole body was stiff, and I knew her orgasm was imminent

I slid my fingers between her cheeks, and gently stroked the tight opening. She didn't like anything to go inside, but she found the stroking of my finger intense. I ran my finger around it softly.

She exploded then, her orgasm ripping through her. She makes the cute, little wrinkled up face when she comes, almost as if it hurts her.

"Oh fuck, Xena!" she shouted, as she drove her hard clit against me.

I smirked, knowing that she could orgasm again quickly if I backed off for a few seconds, and that's exactly what I did. I could feel her shaking, and she looked straight at me.

"I love you so much, Gabrielle," I told her, as I once again found her swollen clit.

She jerked and moaned, but I held her tightly. I stroked her, slowly, but hard and this time she screamed out my name. I heard a flock of birds take flight because of it.

She collapsed against me, gasping, but still coherent enough to play with one of my nipples.

Ahh yes. Everything is right in the world.